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Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

How long since your last confession?

Two weeks.

Tell me your sins.

I have broken the sixth commandment.

Thou shalt not kill.

I have killed.

I have committed murder.

It certainly chocks away, as American bombers leave Britain on one of their

longest missions yet.

More than 1,500 aircraft had been waiting for the weather to turn. It did,

and off they went.

Their targets?

Aircraft factories at Marienburg in East Russia and Poser in Poland.

A round trip of 1,600 miles.

With German losses mounting, the message is clear.

Unconditional surrender. And there's just one question.

How much more can Hitler take?

Two papers.

Where is it?

Keep your hair on, old girl. We've got plenty of time.

The Wing Commander asked for it half an hour ago. Bobber Commander already here.

Well, they can wait.

Adam!

There it is.

Where's Henry?

Who can say?

Anyone would think there was a war on.

I'm sorry, sir, but you'll just have to bear with us a moment longer.

Come!

Is that it? Yes, sir.

We've got it. It's on its way now.

Right.

Well, where was it?

Everett had it, sir.

Everett? Not again.

Well, don't just stand there. Take it to the dispatch rider.

Yes, sir.

Just a moment.

Henry?

Mr. Scott, you've left your supper.

mr scott mr scott mr scott

henry

Morning, sir.

Morning, Sergeant.

Is Milner in yet?

Yeah, he got here an hour ago, sir. He's in the interrogation room.

You know he got Burton.

Burton?

Bill Burton, the lorry's man.

Oh, yeah.

Very good.

Tell Milner I want to have a word.

Yes, sir.

Milner, the DCS would like a word.

Thank you.

Another of his balls up, so he wants you to sort out.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

It was never like this a year ago.

Never thought I'd hear myself say it.

The good old days.

Brooke tells me you've made an arrest.

Yes, sir. Bill Burton. We're holding him now.

He has a haulage operation.

I've been working with the Special Investigations Branch of the Army.

falsified transport accounts.

Someone was paying him?

About £1,200 in the last year for lorry trips that were never made.

Which barracks?

Brighton, Eastbourne.

But that was only last year, so this could go back a lot further.

Well, you must have had people on the inside.

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Yes.

Well, you'd better get on with it, then.

Yes, sir.

amalgamation was the cause of a lot of local prickliness.

Am I going too fast for you?

No, sir, it's not me, it's the typewriter.

Ah. It keeps jamming.

Ah.

Doesn't want to use it.

I mean, if you can do shorthand, why aren't we using your shorthand?

I can write it. I can't read it.

Is there a Y in prickliness?

Two Ys, I think.

Is this going to be a very long book?

Well, it looks like it.

Are you trying to tell me something?

No, sir.

We're wasting our time. Is that what you're saying?

No, I'm sure lots of you will be interested in the subject.

You might think of a better title, though.

History of the Hastings Conservatory in the wartime years.

Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it?

Well, it's not intended for the public at large.

Well, who is it for?

Well, there's going to be a lot of stories about the war, and the police

along the south coast are as much part of that story as any others are.

Absolutely.

I agree.

Maybe I'll get a mention.

Mmm.

Do you miss police work, sir?

Nope.

Nor do I.

Right. Once more under the fray?

Hastings in 1942.

You're making a mistake.

I don't think so. These bills are forgeries. The registration numbers

listed here don't exist. I don't think you understand me, Sergeant Milner. I'm

saying you're making a mistake.

Then why don't you help me out, Mr Burton?

I don't think you know who I am.

I have friends, a great many of them. They're not going to take kindly to all

this. They might come calling.

Are you threatening me?

I'm in here.

Nothing I can do.

But I'd watch my step if I was you. That's all.

You witnessed all that, Sergeant?

I did, Mr Milner.

Then you can add obstruction and threatening a police officer to the

charge sheet.

Let's see what your friends think about that.

There's a bridge over the river just here. According to the old maps, the

river didn't even run this way.

The library will have weather charts going back over the last five years.

Heavy rain. It may have burst its banks.

And I think we should have another look at this here.

It looks like a barn.

Well, if you looked at it under the stereoscope, you'd see that it was too

high. There's some sort of installation on the roof, possibly an aerial mast.

Any local intelligence?

What the hell?

Where did you say you came from again?

The War Agricultural Executive Committee.

They sent you here?

I applied.

I wanted to make maps.

Henry, could I have a word?

Thank you.

I heard you were ill.

I was. I'm back.

I was worried about you. Were you? You didn't visit me.

I didn't think you'd want to see me.

All right.

Henry.

Can't we go back to the way things were?

That's not possible, is it? You see, if you drop a glass, it breaks.

You can try and glue it back together, but it will still have cracks.

I made a mistake.

I know that, but... What about forgiveness? I thought that was

important to us. I have forgiven you, Jane.

It doesn't mean we want to see you.

Oh, dear.

What are you doing here?

A summons from the Winko.

What was all that about?

It's none of your business.

But you're going to tell me anyway.

No, I'm not.

Are you doing anything tonight?

Going to church.

Choir practice.

Ah, of course.

It's a Tuesday.

What do you want, Adam?

You know what I want, Jane.

The trouble is...

You want it too.

Bomber command at Labaton aren't happy.

When were they ever?

The raid over Marienburg.

There were errors on the map. There are always errors. We can't help that.

Anyway, what does it matter?

The raid was a success.

This cross-hatching here.

It's not Woods.

There was a railway terminal and two gun emplacements here.

It's as plain as a pike star.

I'm very sorry, sir. It won't happen again.

It's already happened too often. Your work is slapdash.

People are asking why you're still here.

Are they?

We'd neither of us want that, would we?

Do you understand what's going on out there?

This stage of the war?

Victory depends on getting it right. It's critical, and you just...

Maybe I should just move you to the printing section.

Not for me, thanks. All the same.

I'll try harder.

Everett.

I'm still in charge of this unit.

I'm your commanding officer.

Sir.

Thank you. I need to hear that last phrase again, please, particularly

sopranos in bar 40. I need to hear the C sharp.

So can we go again from bar 37? Thank you.

Thank you, that was very good. Much better.

Thank you for your hard work. I will see you all again on Sunday.

Jane?

Are you going back?

Um, not just yet.

Well, I'll wait and walk back with you if you like.

No, no, thank you. That's very kind. But, um, I'm waiting for Henry.

Father,

can I talk to you?

Of course, Henry.

Of course.

Let us sit.

How are you?

You, uh, are fully recovered?

Yes.

I hope you've not had any...

Further temptation?

No. It was stupid.

No, it was much more than that.

But we will not speak of it again.

And your work, are you feeling happy?

How can I feel happy?

With my pens and paintbrushes, I'm killing people I don't even know.

Henry, Henry, you must not see it like that.

I don't know how you can want me to stay there.

You of all people.

Why?

Because I'm a priest?

Or because I'm German?

Both.

I want this war to be over. I want to go home.

Now, that can never happen until Hitler is finished.

Now, you are using your skills to help bring that day closer.

They are bombing towns and villages.

They're not going to stop.

unconditional surrender and it is not easy but but we must try to see the

greater good the light at the end of the tunnel it's a very long tunnel

things are stepping up more and more raids

germany east prussia

But you know I can't help it for you. It's just a diagram on a piece of paper

for me. It's it's home

They want

to have a crack at Hitler himself They think they

can hit back this garden what that would be wonderful that that would finish the

war but it is still murder ah

You shall come to this conference at Cranville.

Bishop Francis Wood will be there. He will be speaking.

He too, like you, believes in moral absolutes, even in war.

I will see you on Sunday.

Try to be at peace.

I always feel better talking to you.

Will you walk me home? Why are you doing this?

We work together.

We come here together. We can't pretend we don't know each other.

Well, I thought I knew you.

But I know Adam Everett very well.

In fact, I know more about him than you do.

What are you talking about?

Why don't you ask him about his Uncle Bill and a nice little arrangement that

he's got?

And I may just start talking about what I know.

You can tell him that, too.

Things have been going downhill since you left, if you want the truth, sir.

We had a bad year last year.

Lost a lot of men to the forces.

Three cases, still unsolved.

You've heard they're closing the station down?

I have.

We're ours at rock bottom.

Maybe it's just the war.

I know things are going well in Russia, but there doesn't seem to be any end in

sight.

And then there's DCS Meredith.

Is there?

I don't understand him, sir.

Why might that be?

Well, you know I'd never speak badly of a superior officer, and I do respect

him.

But he's perhaps the reason I'm thinking of leaving.

And I just wondered if there was anything that you could tell me about

him that might help.

Well, I don't know. I do know that he was at Reigate for quite a while, that

he's well-spoken of, gets results, but apart from that, I can't really say.

Then you think I should stay?

So, what did you do today?

I was in the garden.

I see the tulips are out.

Yes.

Earlier this year.

Not especially.

Well, they're beautiful.

Yes. Are you sure you won't have a drink?

Not for me, thank you.

We arrested a man today.

A chap called Burton, some scheme with lorries.

He's taken £1,200 off the government. I'm sorry, I'm not interested, John.

Actually... I have a slight headache.

Would you mind if I go up?

No, you go ahead.

I'll clear up.

How's Sam, sir?

Oh, she's fine.

Her typing's not what it should be, but she's the same as ever.

And how's the book?

Slow.

Am I in it?

Oh, she answered that.

Might get a mention in the final chapter.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

I know it's a bit of a cheek, but do you remember my Uncle Aubrey?

Yeah, the vicar.

Well, all my uncles are vicars, but that's right. He's coming to Hastings

later today, and he has a special dispensation to come here.

He's coming for the church conference.

Anyway, he sent me a telegram saying his hotel is letting down.

As you know, all the hotels in Hastings are jammed at the moment, with all the

troop movements, and I can't find anywhere to put him up.

I see.

It would only be for a couple of nights, and he did let us stay with him, so...

No, fine.

I'd be happy to.

Thank you.

This bus gets in at ten to three.

Does it?

And I don't get off work till six, so... Don't you?

I'll try. I'll stroll down.

Thank you very, very much, sir.

How's the book going?

As much as you left it. Just looked over the chapter on horse racing and illegal

rambling.

Don't you mean gambling?

I do. Not quite what you typed.

Ah.

Better be on my way.

Thanks again.

I don't think they were trying to kill me, sir.

Just making a point.

You think they were working for Burton?

Yes, sir.

He's scared.

I think I'll let him sit tighter while I'm fairly sure he'll give me what I

need. Then you should come along with me to Cranwell College. I've had a message

from London.

Have you heard of Francis Wood, Bishop of Cirencester?

We've got a whole clutch of them down here, some sort of ecumenical

conference. It's hard to know why they're having it here when the whole

coast is off limits.

It is ten miles inland, sir.

Just when it looks as though we're going to bomb the Jerrys out of existence,

Bishop Wood wants us all to forgive and forget.

You think he'll bring trouble?

I think he is trouble.

I want to talk to you.

Well, that makes a change.

Bye, then. See you.

There's something you're not telling me.

There's all sorts of things I'm not telling you, Jane.

For example, how crazy I am about you. Stop it.

No, I mean it.

Who'd have thought I'd have found love in a godforsaken dump like this? But I'm

quite serious.

I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

You talk a lot of Tommy Rot.

Well, what about the weekend, then?

What do you say?

Why don't we just slip away?

Just the two of us.

Like last time.

Who is your Uncle Bill?

What are you talking about?

Who is he?

Who gave you that name?

Was this Henry?

What's he been saying about me?

Tell me. I want to know.

Ah, my dear Mr. Forewell.

How very good to see you. And you. I take it Samantha spoke to you? She did.

I'd like to stay.

You can, it'll be a pleasure. Shall I take that? Thank you.

Good trip.

Oh, stop and start.

Never seen so many troops on the move.

It really feels like the big push and all that.

How are you?

I hear you're no longer with the police. Well, that's right.

Well, you must tell all.

Perhaps over a cup of tea. I'm absolutely parched.

I don't understand. This can't be right.

Can I help?

Go to the library and get me anything you can on this area here.

North of Stuttgart? North and northwest.

This map was made in 31.

It can't be right.

Get me any up-to-date information.

I need to know if there have been any raids that might have changed the

landscape.

I want to know.

Not now.

Yes, now, Henry, damn you.

I said I want to talk to you. Go to hell, Everett!

Henry?

What is this? What's the matter? It's not there.

What isn't there? Where are you going?

The church.

It's this question of total and unconditional surrender.

Everyone knows the Germans have lost the war.

It's just a question of how many more innocent people have to die before

they're accepted.

Take the bombing of Hamburg, for example.

Hundreds killed.

Do we condone it?

Can we condone it?

Now, shall it not kill?

The Bible makes it pretty clear.

Do you have any sugar?

Afraid not.

Of course, if you're sticking to moral absolutes, you come to love your enemy.

And that's where we are now.

Except we're not loving them, we're bombing the hell out of them.

And where do you stand?

I'm behind Francis Wood.

Bishop of Science Esther.

He'll be at Cranwell.

What he's preaching is reconciliation and forgiveness. A negotiated peace.

Is this the right time?

He won't worry about that.

You know, he tried to set up a famine relief committee for children across

Europe.

Can you imagine?

It would have meant breaking our own blockade.

Of course, it didn't get very far.

Anyway, look, you don't talk about all this.

How are you? How's Sam?

Well, she's fine. You'll see her later.

By the way, I've got something for you.

I brought it up from the country.

A bottle of my homemade wine.

Very kind of you.

Thank you.

It's very reassuring to have a police presence, Detective Chief

Superintendent, but I think hardly necessary.

Yes, well, I think we'll be the best judge of that.

Yes, of course. When you spoke in London, you caused a riot.

No, not at all.

A few dissenting voices.

Are you planning on speaking in public while you're here, sir?

This is a church conference, but any members of the public will be welcome. I

hardly need tell you that sedition is still an offence.

Sedition? The night bombing of German cities. A degradation of the spirit for

all who take part in it. It threatens the roots of civilization.

You heard my address.

I read it.

Let me tell you this, Bishop Wood.

You say those things down here, and I'll throw the book at you.

Come on, Milner.

Mr Scott, what are you doing at home at this time of day?

Is something the matter?

I'm just trying to think.

Are you all right?

No. Would you like me to call the doctor?

No, I don't need the doctor.

Where are you going?

Out.

Yes.

Yes.

Look, I need to talk to you.

No, it's urgent.

No, I know... I know... No, it can't wait.

Waterloo?

What were you doing in my office?

I was looking for you, sir. Why?

I'm worried about Scott. He's gone.

Gone? Gone where?

I don't know.

He asked me to get some reference on the area around Stuttgart, and when I got

back, he wasn't at his desk.

I've spoken to the sentries. They say he's left the building, and I think he

may have taken a photograph with him.

There were two photographs under the stereoscope. I saw them just now.

One of them's gone.

I didn't see the name.

I do think Scott took it.

That's against all regulations.

We must find him. He's billeted in Birchwood Lane.

He told me that. Would you like me to go round?

No. No. Thank you, Waterloo.

This is my responsibility. I'll deal with it.

Sir.

What news on Burton?

This is a list of contracts that he's had over the past four years that I

think we need to investigate.

Army, Air Force, RASC, NFS. It's endless.

Are you saying he was defrauding the whole lot of them?

He'd have had to have had people inside on every one of these, sir.

It's the only way it would have worked.

I'm still trying to get a list of names off him.

Sorry to break in on you, sir, but we've had a report.

A man found hanged in Garton Wood.

A couple of land girls came across him, swinging in the breeze.

Yes, well, I don't see why you need to bother us with it, Sergeant. There are

plenty of miserable people out there.

We've got better things to do than to go out mopping up after them. You deal with

it. Oh, I wouldn't have troubled you, sir, except the M.O. found a photograph

in his pocket, taken from a plane.

It's a place called Hockfeldhausen. It's marked on the back.

Well, I'd say that sounds German.

Wouldn't you, sir?

Any idea who he was?

His name was Henry Scott.

He was carrying his identity card.

How long had he been here?

Only about an hour or so, sir, according to the doc.

Very young.

You, um, you don't suppose he was a jury spy, do you, sir?

But all the troop movements around there, it wouldn't surprise me. Why

would a German spy carry a photograph of one of his own towns?

It would incriminate him.

Homesick.

Sergeant, do you mind climbing the ladder?

Right you are, sir.

Tell me what you see.

Well, it's a lovely view up here, Mr Milner.

There's lots of trees. I'm not interested in the view. Look at the

branch. Can you see where the rope was?

Yes. It's cut a groove into the branch.

How deep is it?

Oh, it's quite deep.

It's deeper than I would have imagined.

Doesn't go all the way round?

No, sir. About halfway.

What are you going on about, Milner?

Well, look at the rope, sir.

There's a green stain all the way down where it's rubbed against the branch.

Well, whatever.

If you were going to hang yourself, you'd throw the rope over the branch and

tie it, or you might climb up and tie it. Yeah.

But this rope has been dragged over the branch with something heavy attached to

the other end.

It's made a deep groove, and a whole length of it has been stained green.

I also noticed extensive bruising at the back of the victim's head.

I suppose he could have hit the branch as he fell, but I don't think so.

You think he was knocked out?

Yes, sir.

Knocked out and then dragged into the air.

I think he was murdered.

It was a fascinating afternoon.

I met Francis Wood.

Very impressive.

And were you aware you have a German priest here in Hastings?

The Jerry? He's probably spying on us. No, not at all. He's a friend of

Bonhoeffer. Who's he?

Bonhoeffer. You know who I'm talking about.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer. German Protestant.

Spoke out against Hitler. He did here in 1933.

Well, you'll be sorry to hear that he insisted on returning to Germany and the

Gestapo arrested him. He's in prison.

But you must come out with me tomorrow. There are some public forums.

And you can meet Father Kepler.

He's in Hastings. From St Jude's.

I can't imagine anything more dreary.

That's because you're a wicked girl and a severe disappointment to your parents

and all your uncles.

So why don't you tell us what you're doing with yourself?

Now you've been thrown out of the police. I wasn't thrown out. I resigned.

Anyway, I can't tell you anything except I'm making a vital contribution to the

war effort.

How drink to that?

It's not the same, you know, sir.

You should have stayed.

Really? Well, if you're writing a wartime history of the Hastings police,

you ought to stay until the last chapter.

No, no, no. It belongs to somebody else.

DCS Meredith, you mean.

He was the one who fired me.

I thought you said you resigned.

Well, I would have, given the chance.

Oh, I've got to go, I'm afraid.

It's seven o'clock start.

Keeping you on your toes there, that secret intelligence.

It's a very boring job, Barnes-Wilbury. Worse than that, it's a long way away

and I miss the car.

Morning, Bob. Morning.

Morning, Badoozy.

That won't be long.

Sir, he's dead.

Well... It's very sad, but I can't say I'm completely surprised.

What makes you say that, Mrs Hammond? He's tried twice before.

Suicide. You wouldn't think that, would you? A good Catholic boy.

He was religious.

Bible before bed every night.

What else can you tell me about him?

I can tell you I wish he'd never moved in.

I don't know what it was like having a person like that in the house. I never

knew what was going to happen next.

And now this.

Can you tell me where he worked? The Air Ministry.

They're the ones who billeted him here. But I can't tell you what he did. He

wasn't allowed to talk about it.

And when did you last see him?

He came in about three o'clock or a few minutes before.

I could see he was in a state.

He didn't stay long and he went out again almost immediately.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

Just out, that's all he said.

You should go and visit Father Kepler.

Oh, I know he's a Jerry, but he's a good chap. He's the priest at St Jude's.

I told you.

Mr Scott was devout.

When he wasn't trying to do himself in... Oh, they were very close, the two

of them.

No one at home?

Seems not.

Been no one home for a while.

God's on holiday, if you ask me.

How else do you explain her, Hitler?

Good morning.

Ah, Father Kepler. Good morning.

Christopher, this is the man I was telling you about.

Martin Kepler, Christopher Paul.

It's a great pleasure. How do you do? Mr. Paul used to be in charge of the

police in Hastings.

You are joining us today?

Oh, I thought I might look in, yes.

You have left the police?

I have.

I always find it strange that anyone would wish to commit crime in a time of

war.

Well, irrepressible to human nature, I suppose.

And human nature cannot be defined by nationality.

You probably know a little more about that than I do.

I have to believe it in my position.

How long have you been here?

I came here two years before the war.

I could see the direction my country was taking. I could not go with it, so I

left. I had no choice.

I had spoken out in public.

It was a great mistake.

The Gestapo had started to search for me.

Very difficult, I imagine, for you to be in England at this time.

What is difficult for me is that I did not have the courage to stay in Germany.

Excuse me, are you Sergeant Milner?

Yes, sir.

I'm Wing Commander Stephen Forster.

I'm here about the man who was found hanging in the woods, Henry Scott.

Look, I really don't think any police investigation is needed.

With respect, sir, that's not for you to decide.

I just don't want you wasting your time, or mine.

Henry Scott was a mess.

He hated his job, he hated the war.

He'd tried to do away with himself at least twice before.

Was this ever reported, Wing Commander?

No, of course it should have been.

But Scott was superb at his work, and we decided to look after him ourselves.

Did he have any enemies?

No.

None that I know of.

Well, I must say, Milner, this does look a bit like a blind alley.

You still haven't told us what his work was, sir?

I can't.

Not without clearance from the Air Ministry.

And frankly, I don't think they'll give it.

Our work is highly classified.

And we still have a man who is dead, sir. A man who killed himself.

Look, this isn't getting us very far. We'll apply to the Air Ministry and see

what they have to say. Fine.

I take you are on the telephone and that we can get in touch with you? Of course.

By the way, did Scott have a photograph with him?

Yes.

What was the name on it, Milner?

Hock Feldhausen, sir.

That's right. I need it back.

I'm sorry, sir. I can't do that. It's police evidence.

It's actually very important to us right now.

Have you heard about Henry?

Everyone's heard about poor Henry.

You don't care, do you?

Give me one reason why I should.

Because we needed him here.

He was good at his job. He was the best. I imagine there are Henrys beavering

away in drawing offices all over the country. They'll find a replacement.

He was my friend.

Or was he?

You know how I felt about him.

Rather better than you, Jane.

You felt sorry for him, that's all.

You're a cat. It's the truth, Jane, and you know it. You had no relationship

with Henry Scott beyond some sort of Hansel and Gretel thing, which in the

absence of any gingerbread cottages was going nowhere.

And now that he's gone, you're just trying to pretend that there was more to

it than that.

You're glad he's dead.

Not really. Yes, you are. Because he knew something about you.

You wanted him out of the way.

Have you been eavesdropping?

No, not really. I've just sent up here to get some maps.

Listen, we shouldn't talk here. Why don't you come out for a drink tonight?

You never give up, do you?

Miss Stewart?

Is that right?

Yes. Samantha Stewart.

Adam Everett.

You knew here?

Actually, I've been here about six months.

Well, the maps.

Yes, I've got them here.

Maybe you'd better take them down.

Right.

Germany is being demolished.

Town by town, village by village, night after night.

Civilians are dying.

Monuments are being destroyed.

The bombers have no real plan of attack because in the darkness bombing is

blind.

This is not the way of a civilized society.

This is nothing more than revenge and we have to tell people that it is wrong.

Father Kepler.

I'm very sorry, but I've been asked to tell you there's a police officer here

who wishes to see you.

Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

The historic centres of the great German cities are being destroyed.

You interrupted a very important meeting.

What is the concern to you?

I understand you know a man called Henry Scott.

Henry, yes, I know him well.

Did you see him yesterday afternoon?

No, I was here most of the afternoon, then I went home. Why do you ask?

I'm sorry to have to tell you that he was found dead yesterday afternoon.

In Gartham Wood.

Not far from here.

Um... May I ask you, Sergeant?

Had he taken his own life?

Yes, it appeared that way.

Forgive me. I thought all this was behind him.

I shall pray for his soul.

He was a very troubled young man, but to take your own life is a great sin.

What did trouble him, sir?

The war.

His part in it, the loss of innocent life. He felt responsible.

Why? What was his occupation?

You don't know? No.

Then I'm afraid I'm unable to tell you, Sergeant.

Henry told me about certain aspects of his work, but in very strict confidence.

You understand, I speak here of the trust between a priest and a supplicant.

So I am sorry, Sergeant, but in this case I have to answer to a higher

authority than yours.

And I still have to investigate his death?

Of course.

But if he took his own life, I don't see why.

I said it appeared that way.

But you can't think he... How was he found?

He was hanging from a tree.

Only a few weeks ago it was pills.

You should have reported it.

A crime against the state.

Perhaps, but for me it was more a crime against his own faith.

Did you try to help him?

Of course.

And I failed.

I will have to live with that.

But let me assure you, Sergeant, Henry had no enemies. There was nobody who

would wish him dead.

I don't believe it was suicide.

Then I will help you in any way I can.

Though within those boundaries I've already explained to you.

Thank you.

I don't suppose you've heard of a place called Hochfeldhausen?

Why do you ask?

Have you?

Feldhausen?

It's a common name.

There was a Feldhausen, I think, outside Berlin, but... Hochfeldhausen?

No, I don't think so.

When did you come to England, sir?

Before the war in 37.

And where were you before that?

I was in Munich, the church of St. Nicholas.

Thank you.

We'll talk again.

I'm an easy man to find. My door is always open.

Miss Stewart?

I'd just like to say about this afternoon, it's not good to eavesdrop,

especially in a place like this.

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not listening in on things that have

nothing to do with you.

I'd be careful if I were you.

Are you threatening me?

I'm just advising you not to repeat things that you shouldn't have heard in

the first place.

It's Mr Everett, isn't it?

That's right.

Well, I'd forgotten all about it if you really want to know.

I'm glad.

But since you're so worried about it that you've got right here to bully me,

I'm going to mention it to everyone I can.

These priests and vicars aren't going to say anything to you?

I'm not sure we can make them.

As for the air ministry, I doubt we're going to hear from them. We can approach

Wing Commander Forster again, sir.

Well, we can always try, I suppose.

Perhaps we should reconsider the whole thing.

I mean, are we sure we are dealing with murder here? I have a gut feeling, sir.

Not much else.

I mean, this man Scott was suicidal.

It seems an awful lot of trouble to lug him up into a tree.

Unless it was to make it look like he killed himself.

Good night, Sergeant.

Good night, sir.

Now... You do what you think is best.

Thank you, sir.

I don't suppose you care for a drink before you get home?

Uh, no, sir.

That's very kind of you, sir. My wife.

Damn!

I've left my fountain pen inside.

Charlie.

Milner?

Brooke, call for an ambulance.

I've missed you, Charlie.

Sir, try to keep still.

I'm glad you're here.

You sure you don't want to join us today?

No, I won't. Thank you, if it's all sent to you.

We have a fascinating debate this morning.

The question is, how do we get the message across?

The English church, the German church, one family, looking beyond the war to

the future, coming together again.

That would happen in time, wouldn't it?

No, Christopher, that's the whole point.

It has to happen now.

Mr. Foyle.

Uh-oh.

What is it?

Trouble. Oh.

I'll leave you to it. Thank you.

Assistant Commissioner?

How are you?

I'm very well. You?

Yes, thanks.

A little overdressed for a church conference, I'd have said.

I'd like to speak to you privately.

You haven't heard.

Meredith was shot last night.

How is he?

He's dead.

Milner was with him.

He's all right. He wasn't touched.

But Meredith died in his arms.

Well, I'm very sorry to hear that.

I never met him.

I knew him well.

In fact, I recommended him for the job.

Any idea who did it?

Not yet.

We're not even sure that he was the target.

In fact, it's more likely it was Milmer.

Really? Someone had a go at him just a few days ago.

Did they?

I was told I'd find you here.

Well, I know why you're here.

And the answer's no.

I can understand that.

But listen, this is completely unprecedented.

The shooting of a senior police officer in the street.

Well, I understand that.

The answer's no.

When you resigned a year ago, I was new to the job. I was trying to find my

feet. All the facts of the matter seemed to be against you.

But the truth is, I was a Colonel Blimp of the very worst sort.

And you were absolutely right to resign.

I beg of you.

to reconsider and come back.

If only to discover who committed this terrible crime.

We have to bring his killer to justice.

Milner's very capable.

I know that, and I agree.

But did you know he's put in for transfer?

I did. Well, therein lies our problem.

This is difficult, particularly in the light of what I've just said.

But I'm afraid there's been a certain lack of leadership in Hastings since you

left.

There is no one else.

Mr. Foyle. Good morning.

Sir, don't tell me you're coming... Only for a while. Just a temporary

arrangement until we sort out what happened to Mr. Meredith.

Sir.

Well, thank goodness someone at the top has finally shown a bit of sanity.

Right. Requesting the judgment of any senior officer in front of me ever

again, I'll make sure you're transferred and demoted. Better still, I'll have you

discharged.

Nice to have him back.

Justice won't help my husband now, will it?

But I know you'll do your best.

Yes.

You didn't know John, did you?

I didn't know. No, I served under your husband, Mrs. Meredith.

Mr. Milner, you wanted a transfer.

He told me.

It was personal circumstances.

You're lying to me.

You both are.

You think I'm the grieving widow, so you're telling me what you think I want

to hear.

But I'm not.

These are my two sons.

Teddy was killed the year before last in Africa.

Charlie died last year.

He was with the Eighth Army in Sicily.

John didn't want your job, Mr. Foyle.

They twisted his arm to make him take it, and when he did, he didn't care

about it.

He didn't care about anything.

He was dead inside.

We both were.

I still am.

I can't grieve.

I have no feelings left.

He thought I was his son.

Did he, Mum?

When he was dying, that's who he thought I was.

Did he?

He called me Charlie.

Well, some small comfort in that, but...

I just thought he was doing a bad job.

I didn't try to understand him.

Hello. You alright?

Yes.

No, not really.

This is about Henry, isn't it?

Do you want to talk about him?

I've got no one to talk to.

Well, you can talk to me.

I don't even know you.

Yes.

Well, that's the thing about Beverly Lodge, isn't it?

Everyone's working in their different sections and nobody seems to know

anyone.

You're in the library, aren't you?

That's me.

And you work for Wing Commander Forster?

Yes.

Administration.

How long were you there for?

Three years.

And what about Henry?

He was here right from the start.

He was brilliant at his work.

Everyone said so.

And you were very close.

We were walking out together.

Before time.

Then it all went wrong.

Don't tell me.

that everett chap did you hear what we were saying

a bit i'm afraid adam hated henry

but it was more than that henry knew something about him

but he might have just been making it up i don't know adam certainly seemed

worried about something adam wouldn't hurt anyone

I'm sure of it.

Sometimes he says stupid things, but he doesn't mean them.

But... at the same time... I

was the last person to see Henry alive.

And I know he wasn't going to kill himself.

Well, this is all pretty thorough.

Is this it?

Yes, sir.

Well, we certainly need more on Henry Scott.

And, uh, this. Where's this place again?

It's written on the back, sir.

Och. Feldhasen.

What did Kepler have to say about this?

He couldn't help me. He'd never heard of it.

And you spoke to Forster, didn't you?

Yes, we did. Nothing there either. Although he did want that back. All

right. Well, we should try him again.

I'm not sure he'd be very helpful, though.

He's under air ministry restrictions.

Well, we'll get clearance. I'll speak to Perkins.

Call Forster anyway.

Yes, sir.

Kepler, Forster... Who else isn't telling us anything?

How long are you planning to keep me here?

As long as it takes, Mr Burton. I want my lawyer.

Well, you're going to need one.

Defrauding the armed services in time of war is so there's not a judge in the

country who's going to look kindly on that one. You can't prove anything.

You made threats against a police officer. You're an accessory to the

murder of another.

What do you mean?

Two attempts on this man's life after you made the threats led to the death of

another officer.

I had nothing to do with it.

Look, I warned him. It's not me.

There are people out there. My connections.

I told you I was in here.

I had nothing to do with it. Then why are you covering up for the people who

did?

Listen, I don't really care one way or the other, to be honest with you. You

made the threats.

Somebody's carried them out. Now you're refusing to tell us who that was or

might have been.

It's enough to hang you.

Wait.

I've worked with lots of people and it could have been any of them.

Well, it's not enough.

We need names.

Yes, of course I understand, but I'm still going to have to wait until I've

heard from my superiors in London.

I'm sorry, there's nothing more I can say.

The police want to see me again.

Put them off.

Everett, for God's sake.

Everything's changed.

The officer who was in charge of the case has been killed.

What? They've put another man in, someone called Foyle. They're bound to

find their way here eventually.

Well, you're going to have to stop them when, Commander.

Because if they find their way to you, they'll find their way to me. And if

that happens, we both go down.

What do you know about the death of Henry Scott?

Nothing.

Nothing at all. Don't lie to me, Everett.

Tell me what you know.

Finish all this lot tomorrow.

I've got the pictures, and it's just as we thought.

Dortmund, two weeks from now.

But they've got the factories half a mile to the south.

Yeah, it's way offline.

It'll be a miracle if they hit anything.

That's right, don't worry.

I'll send them in the usual way.

Stuart, what are you doing here?

Hello, Bricky.

Look, I've got some very important information. Who should I speak to about

it? Well, it's funny you should ask that, actually. So?

So, what are you doing here? What are you doing here?

I've come about Henry Scott.

The man who was killed in the woods.

It wasn't suicide.

It was murder.

And I think I know who did it.

I've been working there for six months, sir.

I was put on to them by the WVS.

They just said they needed someone to work in the library. I had no idea what

they did. Turns out they were making maps.

When they bombed some of those dams last year, it was Beverley Lodge that made

some of the maps that got them there.

And all the raids that are going on now, you wouldn't believe it.

You might want to stop that.

I haven't done anything wrong, have I, sir?

You mean apart from breaking the Official Secrets Act?

Well, I... I had to tell someone after what Jane Hudson told me.

She's convinced Henry didn't hang himself.

Even though he'd tried twice before?

She says they weren't real attempts.

You know, a cry for help and all that.

Anyway, he knew something about this chap, Adam Everett.

I've met him, and I can tell you he's a nasty piece of work.

If Henry had something on him, he wouldn't hesitate for a second.

And he was the last person to see Henry alive.

And according to Jane, he was on his way to his church.

He was going to tell the priest there something that he knew.

Maybe he did.

Anyway, you have to talk to Jane Hudson, sir. She wants to see you.

Right. Mm-hm.

Is that it?

Yes, sir.

Well, well done.

I have to go back to Beverly Lodge now.

Is there anything else I can do? You could keep your mouth shut, stay out of

trouble.

Okay.

My lord, I understand what you're saying, your talk of reconciliation.

I'm sure you understand it better than anyone, Father Kepler.

Yes, but the fact is the war has gone on for a very long time, but the end is in

sight. Martin Kepler didn't tell me very much, sir.

He said he answered through a higher authority.

Seemed reasonable enough when I met him.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon. Can I help you?

I'm just hoping for a few more words with Father Kepler.

Again?

Yes, again.

If you don't mind.

I do mind.

This is an ecumenical conference.

And I object to my people being dragged into some squalid investigation,

particularly Father Kepler.

Particularly because?

I should have thought it was obvious why you're singling him out.

As if he didn't suffer enough as a refugee when he came to this country.

Please, my lord, I'm quite happy to talk to these officers.

Although I thought Mr. Foyle had retired from police work.

So did I.

As for the squalid investigation, I'll grant it's a little less ecumenical than

your conference, but considering a policeman has been murdered and another

man has been found dead in the woods here, I have hoped the church might have

managed a little more understanding of our position.

I'm sorry.

I'll leave you together.

So this is now official?

It seems so, yes.

No, I just wanted to ask if you'd by any chance seen Mr. Scott on the day you

died? No, I did not.

Didn't come to the church, for example?

He may have done, but he wouldn't have found me there. I was here.

All day?

Until about mid-afternoon. I left about three o'clock, I think.

Did he ever talk to you about his work?

I have already explained to you, Sergeant, I am unable to talk about

Henry's work.

All right.

Not quite what I asked. Did he talk to you?

Henry had doubts about his work. That we discussed often.

He felt ashamed.

But for a German to ask too many questions, even a Category C alien like

myself would not have been wise. I understand.

Evidently, for whatever reason, he took a photograph away from the place where

he works that day. Any idea why he'd done that?

No, I'm afraid not.

I mean, you wouldn't have seen that.

Forgive me, Mr. Foyle. I think I said I did not see Henry, so... How could I?

Quite. Quite.

Foyle. Assistant Commissioner.

I don't want to take up too much of your time.

I've managed to get clearance for you to visit Beverley Lodge from the Air

Ministry.

It basically gives you carte blanche.

Only you, I'm afraid.

And they're going to make you sign a great pile of official forms.

But at least you're in.

So, what exactly is this place then, sir?

I could tell you something.

But then you have to shoot me. I know that one, sir.

Don't tempt me.

Yes, well, these are all in order.

I must apologize to you, Mr. Foyle.

I wasn't being deliberately obstructive.

No, no, no, no. I'm sure you weren't.

Well, maybe I was, but that's my job.

Very few people know of the existence of this place.

And the majority of people that do probably work here.

But now that London have given you the go-ahead, anything I can do to help?

Well, you can start by telling me exactly what Henry Scott did here.

He was an air craftsman, second class, sent to us from High Wycombe.

He'd done an apprenticeship as a lithographic maps and plan draftsman.

But we have lots of different sorts of people here.

Designers, cartoonists even.

This is where the bulk of our work gets done.

We only have old maps of Germany.

Hitler made sure that none left the country after 1933, so we have to adapt

them.

Using local intelligence, aerial photographs, anything we can get,

really. This is the stereoscope.

Take a look, if you like.

We have two photographs taken at two different angles.

And the result is a three-dimensional effect that allows us to judge height,

distance, that sort of thing.

This is Waterloo, one of our more recent arrivals.

How do you do, Stu?

Mr. Foyle's a police officer.

He's making inquiries about poor Scott.

Ah, yes, that was a blow.

You know him well?

Not particularly.

I worked with him, but we weren't good friends.

Any reason for that?

He was a bit of a Bible basher.

Not quite my cup of tea.

Shall we press on?

There are... Various divisions scattered around.

Fair drawing, printing.

We produce over 200 copies of every map we make here.

There's a library upstairs and a distribution centre.

Motor transport section over in the stables. And, of course, we have our own

canteen.

How long have you been here?

I came in 42.

Before that?

I was with Bomber Command at Laverton.

Other side of the fence, you might say.

Henry Scott was unhappy with the work we do here.

He was good at his job.

But he hated the war.

Should have been a conchie.

Why wasn't he? I don't know. But nobody here was very surprised when he killed

himself.

I'd have thought you'd have better things to do with your time.

You'd be surprised.

Sergeant. Sir.

Well? He's not interested in you, Edward.

You can relax.

Thank you for letting me visit you.

Christopher Foyle asked me to look in.

Oh, yes?

He was concerned about you.

He thought I needed a clergyman.

I already have one, thank you. He's burying my husband.

This may be an impertinence, but, um... Do you go to church?

I used to.

Ah.

This war has tested the faith of a good many people.

All those lives lost.

Not just in England.

Across the whole world.

France, Poland.

Even Germany? Germany.

They're suffering too.

And they deserve to.

They were butchers to begin with and they're butchers now.

Mrs Meredith, I... Even the ancient Romans loathed them.

Every European war in the last hundred years has been caused by them. And I

hope at the end of this one they're wiped off the face of the earth.

I can't share that feeling.

I don't ask you to.

But you can leave my house.

Of course.

I'm so sorry.

The church wants us to love these people, to forgive them.

But I never will.

Thank you for seeing me, Mr Foyle.

I didn't know who to turn to, but I had to tell someone what I know.

I'll get into trouble for talking about Beverly Lodge.

It's all right.

I understand you knew Henry Scott.

I was in love with him.

At least I think I was. And he liked me.

We sang in the choir together at St. Jude's.

Henry was very close friends with the priest there, Martin Kepler.

And you went?

I had to get used to the fact that he was a German.

But he's a good man, and if he'd stayed behind, they'd have put him in a

concentration camp, so... Go on.

Henry had, um, very deeply held beliefs.

In a way, that was the problem.

He hated what he was doing because he felt responsible for the bombings.

And there was another side to it.

In his relationship with me.

He wouldn't even touch me.

He said it was wrong.

We talked about marriage and I think he might have married me eventually, but...

i wanted more than that i just wanted to be close

and that wasn't enough i

met someone else a man called adam everett joined us in revision section i

don't know how he was chosen because he wasn't very good and henry was furious

henry hated his work in a way but it was still important to him

Get it right.

And so you started seeing Adam Everett?

We went to Brighton for the weekend.

It was madness, but I wanted to have some fun.

Sam will tell you, life at Beverley Lodge can be very grey.

Did Henry know about this?

Yes.

I don't know how, but I think Adam told him to be typical of him.

After that, Henry wouldn't talk to me again.

It was as if I'd betrayed him, but it wasn't like that. I never promised him

anything. And you don't think he'd have killed himself?

I know he didn't.

Don't ask me how, I just know.

And what about Adam, then?

Henry was threatening Adam with something that he knew.

He told me he'd found out something about an uncle of Adam's. I don't know

what he was talking about, but... Obviously it mattered to him.

This uncle have a name?

Bill. That was all he said.

William Everett?

Unless it was his mother's side.

And when was the last time you saw Henry, then?

It was about... three o'clock.

I met him on the stairs.

He said something very strange.

It's not there.

Those were his exact words.

Mm-hmm.

Asked him where he was going.

And he said the church.

And that was it.

That's all of them, all right?

Going back four years.

You've certainly been busy. I had nothing to do with what happened to you.

I wish I could believe you.

The first time, that was different.

We didn't mean anything by it. We were just trying to show you who's who.

Are you going to tell me who was driving the truck?

Their name's on the list.

I never killed anyone. I never would.

Guns?

It's not my style, Mr Milner, I promise you.

What can you tell me about Beverley Lodge?

Well, thank you once again for putting me up and putting up with me. Oh, it's a

great pleasure.

Oh, by the way, I visited Mrs Meredith, as you asked.

Do any good?

I'm afraid not. Well, perhaps it did help in a way, having someone to blame.

Oh, yeah? What's that? Oh, the church, God, the way of the world, anyone,

anything.

Talking to her, I suddenly realised, you're absolutely right.

This talk, you know, repentance, reconciliation, Bishop Wood, it's all

very well.

But perhaps right now what we really need is a little more humility.

The church will be there at the end of the war. They'll find us.

People will find us.

I'm not sure we can drag them to places they're not ready to go.

That poor woman.

I don't think I've ever met anyone quite so lost.

Oh, there you are, Samantha.

Are you going to give me a kiss goodbye?

Goodbye, Uncle Aubrey.

I suppose you'll be going back to the police now that Mr Foyle's in charge

again. Oh, we haven't discussed it yet.

Quite right.

An unsuitable occupation for an impressionable young lady.

Well, time to go.

Good luck, you both.

We'll meet again soon.

Does anything have a point, sir?

Point? About what?

About me.

About you?

I just thought about having you back.

Well, I thought about a little else.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Can we give you a lift, sir? Yes, thank you.

How'd you get on?

Henry Scott went straight home on the day he died. He was seen in Lever Street

later on, making a telephone call. Burton?

He's talked. Gave me a list of names going back four years. One in particular

will interest you.

Good.

Yes.

I met Burton two and a half years ago when I was at Laverton.

I must have been out of my mind.

It isn't as though I needed the money, but a hundred pounds for a signature on

a piece of paper.

Authorizing the use of lorries that didn't exist?

Yes. Of course, once I'd accepted one payment, I couldn't stop. He kept coming

back.

I hoped I'd lose him when I came here, but he tracked me down.

And then what?

He has a nephew, Adam Everett.

He was called up.

He was a gunner in the RAF. He didn't like it. He was scared and was looking

for a way out.

Burton asked me to provide it.

Did he ask nicely?

He threatened me, of course.

Everett has some design experience.

I exaggerated it and made a case for employing him here.

And Henry Scott knew all about this, did he?

Yes, he found out somehow.

I don't know how.

Overheard a telephone conversation or something.

So quite convenient, his death, then?

I'm many things, Mr. Foyle, but I'm not a murderer.

Are you going to arrest me?

Well, Wing Commander, you've allowed an unqualified man to

endanger the lives of pilots and crew. You've stolen money that could have been

used otherwise for the war effort.

What do you think?

I see.

I think probably the Air Ministry will deal with you.

Good. I'm glad.

I've been wanting this to happen for some time.

If only we could go back in life.

I often think that.

I'm ashamed of what I've done.

Why are you arresting me? I've done nothing wrong.

You're not being arrested, Mr. Everett. You've been returned to your unit where

they'll be very thrilled to see you.

So, sir, I'm not going to fight them. Well, why don't you try deserting?

Then we can shoot you.

Mr. Foyle?

Yeah. I wonder if I might have a word.

Have you finished your investigation here?

Well, you can never be sure.

It's just that I thought I should let you know, my name is Richard Waterlow.

I've been working here in the drawing office.

But I was actually sent here by air intelligence, and I've been told to

cooperate with you fully, Mr. Foyle.

Makes a change.

We were concerned about the leaking of information from Beverley Lodge.

There have been two or three raids in the past few months where the Germans

seem to have had advanced knowledge of our intentions.

New defences arriving at the last minute, that sort of thing.

Any ideas?

Adam Everett was my first thought.

Little or no experience, and he arrived at around the same time the leaks began.

I'd like to speak to him, if that's all right with you.

Well, you're welcome, but I'd be surprised if he was involved. Henry

Scott, perhaps?

Well...

We looked at him and his relationship with Father Martin Kepler.

What's this?

It's Kepler's file.

It seemed almost too obvious, a German priest living right here in Hastings.

But he's been thoroughly checked.

Came to England in 37.

He's a category C alien.

Cleared at every level.

You know what this is?

That's Hochfeldhausen.

This is the photograph that Henry Scott took the day he died. It should never

have been allowed to leave the building. He should have been searched on the way

out, but security here is lamentable.

So I've spotted.

According to this, have you read this?

I've skimmed through it.

Kepler was there for five years.

So that's why he ran out.

The village was going to be bombed. Scott knew about it and must have gone

off to warn Kepler.

Is that the reason he was killed?

There should be a corresponding photograph to that, is that right?

Yes, there certainly is.

Well, I can see why the RAF would be interested in this one.

There's a rail head and a fuel dump.

i see please cutting the supply lines is

absolutely crucial right now we're talking about the last phase of the war

and targets like this are top priority it must be one of the few places in

jerry land that we haven't plastered yet

Mr. Foyle.

I thought I might see you again.

No, I thought the same.

You are still on your investigation?

I am.

How is it progressing?

So far, so good.

I don't see that I can help you any further.

Well, I'm sure you can, because I'm arresting you for the murders of

Detective Chief Superintendent Meredith and Henry Scott, and for the attempted

murder of Detective Sergeant Milner.

Do you have anything to say?

Do you have anything else to say?

Forgive me if I take a moment.

Ridiculous as it is, this is still something of a shock.

Is that it?

You are making a very grave mistake, Mr. Foyle.

This man, Detective... I never even met him. Why would I want to murder him?

You didn't.

The intention was to kill Milner.

It's Meredith's tragedy that she got the wrong man.

The question still applies.

Why would I want to kill Mr. Milner?

Because you knew it was only a matter of time before the lie you told him would

be uncovered. I told no lies to him.

On the contrary, at every turn I offered him my considerable help.

Any idea where this is?

I can't say I recognize it.

It's where you preached for five years.

No, I don't think so.

Well, it is.

According to the statement you made on your file.

Where is it?

It's written on the back.

Och, Feldhausen.

So it is, forgive me. I've rarely seen it from this angle.

Not exactly Munich, is it?

Where did you get this?

It's the photograph Henry Scott had on him when he died. It's the reason you

killed him.

I did not kill him.

I was his friend.

The best friend he could have had.

And he believed that, until he realized that even you had betrayed him.

No.

No, no.

Henry took his own life. He was a deeply troubled young man. Well, he certainly

was when he saw that.

I want a word. Not now.

Yes, now, Henry, damn you.

I said I want to talk to you. Go to hell, Everett!

And realized it was exactly the same place where you told him you preached

for five years.

Yes, I did tell him that. No, not what you told Milner. It's in his notes that

you told him that you'd preached in Munich and had never heard of

Hochfeldhausen. A misunderstanding, perhaps, and certainly not intentional.

And why would I lie about this?

Well, because being a priest in Hochfeldhausen is more difficult than

pretty much anywhere else, I've said, Mr. Kepler. And why would you have said

that, Mr. Foyle?

Because there's no church.

Which is exactly what he saw when he looked through the stereoscope and

understood you to be the fraud that you are.

So since you're nothing like any priest I've ever met, what exactly are you, Mr.

Kepler?

I did study in a seminary before the war, but I was never in fact

ordained.

What a relief.

A spy?

A patriot.

But yes, I am employed by the Abwehr, reporting on troop movements along the

coast.

As you can imagine, I was rather surprised to find a major map-making

center right here under my pastoral care.

I'm sure.

It was a foolish oversight, choosing a village that had no church.

I would be interested to know how you discovered it.

His last words before he met you, of course, were to one of his more

committed friends.

Henry?

What's the matter?

It's not there.

What isn't there? Where are you going?

The church.

He wasn't coming here, as you well know.

He was referring to the church in Germany where you were supposed to have

preached. He knew I was at Cranwell.

He telephoned me there.

He was hysterical.

I arranged to meet him here and we walked together into Gartenwood.

I had hoped it might be possible to spare him.

If I could have persuaded him that he was mistaken, I would not have harmed

him.

But no, there was no other way.

And with his past history, I thought no one would question his apparent suicide,

but... You're Mr.

Milner. He is very perceptive.

No other way for him either?

I admit, it was the act of a desperate man.

Damn! I've left my fountain pen inside.

It didn't go my way.

None of this has.

God is not on your side. Are you surprised?

You're telling me you think he's on yours?

Whatever you may think, I am not an evil man.

I have been doing my duty.

In exactly the same way as you have been doing yours.

God does not come into it.

Semantics, Mr. Kepler. Not interested.

Shall we go? I don't think so.

Have you come here alone?

No.

I came into the church alone out of respect.

For the church, that is.

You have men waiting outside?

Of course.

But even so, you are my enemy, and I have nothing to lose.

If I'm arrested, I will be executed.

I'm a dead man.

I suggest you make your peace.

I'll wait outside.

If you don't mind me asking, sir, are you intending to stay?

Well, might as well see the war out.

How about you? You're going to leave, aren't you?

I think I might have second thoughts.

Good.

Mr. Poyle?

Someone to see you, sir.

Here I am, sir.

All present and correct.

All present and correct for what?

Well, aren't you going to need a driver, sir?

I've resigned.

Presumptuous, isn't it?

All I have to do is I presumed you couldn't manage without me.

Well, look.

Get the car. I'll be out in five minutes.

That's better.

In June 41, my family was forcibly moved from our home and sent to a place called

Madonek. Ah!

Frank! You come back here and I'll kill you! There's more smoke than London in

the Blitz. What on earth are you doing?

The time's just right.

How difficult was it coming back home to find a German working on your farm?