All language subtitles for Foyles War - S01E02 - The White Feather.eng

[Thunder]

Sir.

Thank you.

Good evening.

You coming in?

I wasn't planning to.

I'm on my way back to my hotel.

Is it far?
Gloucester road.

Far enough.

[Thunder]

Looks like it's going
to bucket down.

Why don't you come in?

I'm guy Spencer.
I'm speaking here tonight.

"Whose war"?

Are you a casualty?

Yes.

Well, it clearly wasn't yours.

The Friday club.
What is that?

Are you pacifists?

Nobody wanted
this war. Did you?

I wouldn't have said
I had much choice.

My point
exactly. Alan.

Good evening, guy.

How is everything?

Not a great turnout,
I'm afraid.

There's about 20.
People are getting
scared to come.

Well, that's
to be expected,
I suppose.

This is a young friend of mine.

Paul milner. We met outside.

Alan fleming.

Well, let's get
on with it.
You will stay?

Useful.

Guy: Some people say

that Hitler is mad.

Well, they should ask
themselves this--

is it a madman who
has been able in 7 years

to restore Germany

to its position as
one of the foremost
nations of the world?

Is it a madman who has led
his forces across Europe

and who is even now
knocking at our door?

Let me ask you a question.

Who are the real benefactors
of this war, hmm?

Here's a young soldier
just back from Norway--

a true hero

who served his country

and has been crippled
and cast aside.

Has he benefited

or has he been used
as Cannon fodder

in a war we
should never have begun?

Why can't you
people find
somewhere else

for your filthy
rabble-rousing?

[Spits]

Guy: Who is the real enemy?

The bolshevik and the Jew.

They were
the enemies of Germany,

and they are our enemies now.

And because I hold
this belief I am
called a fascist,

a sympathizer, an agitator.

Well, believe me...

I am not a violent man.

This organization--
the Friday club--

does not believe in violence.

I think of myself as a patriot,

who will do anything to
serve the country that he loves.

But this is an unnecessary war

and not our war.

And that is the truth

that the British government
is determined to hide.

[Applause]

[All talking at once]

Christopher, have you

got a moment?

It's like
piccadilly
circus in here.

Yes, these new defense
regulations--

evacuation, lighting,
use of firearms,

it's causing disaffection

among members of
his majesty's forces.

You're a bit overstretched,
aren't you?

Things are ridiculous.

Apparently,
in eastbourne
the other day,

a young couple parked

in one of these
regulated areas,

and just as they were
leaving, a constable
pulled them over

and told the driver
he'd been in
a prohibited area.

The young girl next
to him went bright red.

And said, "don't
worry, officer.

I didn't let him go
anywhere near it."

Ha ha!

Now everyone's panicking.

The whole country's gone mad.

They're seeing
German parachutists
everywhere--

clouds,
flying geese,
ack-ack fire.

Ever since brussels fell,

everybody's been
waiting for this
invasion to happen,

and now they've
begun to imagine
that it already has.

The Germans are on
the coast South of boulogne,

which puts them only,
what, 30 Miles from here.

Our forces have got
nowhere to go.

North of boulogne,
calais, ostend?
They're cornered.

So what will happen?

I don't know. That's
a little bit worrying,
though, isn't it,

when the king feels
it necessary

to tell everyone
to get on their knees for
a national day of prayer.

Well, let's hope it works.

Anyway, I wanted
to ask you a favor.
Are you busy?

Hmm, silly question.

I've got a young
girl here--name of
Edith johnstone.

She works as
a chambermaid up at
the white feather.

It's a hotel.

I know.

She's been
caught cutting
telephone wires

just outside crowhurst.

Not good.

No. And it gets worse.
There's a military camp
half a mile up the road.

Want me to talk to her?

Would you mind?

Where is she?
Downstairs.

Right.

You're still on
for Sunday afternoon?

Sunday afternoon.

Absolutely.

Good. Because we're praying
Sunday morning, aren't we?

Hello.

How are you?

Got everything you want?

I'd like a cigarette.

Ah, well, I'm afraid
I don't smoke.

My name's foyle.
I'm a police
officer.

And, um, you're
in an awful
lot of trouble.

What on earth
did you think
you were doing?

I mean, did your, um,

I mean, where do
your parents live?

They don't care about me.

That's not quite
what I asked, is it?

I don't know
where my father is.

My mum lives in
Norfolk--hunstanton.

Do you know where that is?

Yes.

It don't matter.

She don't give a damn.

It seems very
strange that a young
girl like you,

cutting
telephone wires.
That's bad enough,

but there's
a military camp
half a mile away.

Did you know there
was a camp there?

Yes.

What on earth made
you do it, then?

Do you want to help
the Germans?
Is that it?

You must be
very committed
to risk your life

because that's
what you've done,

I'm afraid.

I don't think so.

They'll be here soon anyway.

Another few days.

Who?

The Germans.

They've smashed

the Dutch, the Belgians,
and the French.

We haven't got a hope.

Any day now, they'll invade,

and you'll be out of a job.

You'll be the one
who's in jail.

And I'll be the one
who's laughing.

All right.

So that's what you think?

That's what I know.

Heil Hitler.

Where do you want these?

I...Don't know.

Actually,
I'm not sure there's
anywhere to put them.

Are these all unsolved cases?

No.

Oh. Sorry.

Well, if it's not
important, we could
move them up here.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Settling in all right?

Yes, sir.

Need anything?

We could do with
some more space.

I'm all right.

I want you
to find out
what you can

about an
Edith johnstone of
hunstanton, Norfolk.

Parents, background, schooling,

political affiliations.

And also whatever we've got

on a hotel called
the white feather.

Right.

Sam: The white feather?
I thought

that's what they gave
people for cowardice
in the last war.

Foyle: It is.

Do you think they'll hang her?

Sabotage in a time of war.

That's treason, isn't it?

Well, it's not
actually been confirmed.

I wonder
why she did it.
You have any idea?

Sam.

Sorry.

Can I help you?

Good morning, ma'am.

My name's foyle. I'm
a police officer.

Oh, yes.
Are you the owner?

Margaret Ellis.
Yes. My husband and I
run this hotel.

I understand
you employ
an Edith johnstone.

Edith. She's not
in any trouble, is she?

She's been with us now
for 5 or 6 months.

She's always seemed
quite reliable.

And where did you find her?

She was working
in a smaller hotel
near Hastings

before she came here.

The Crescent.

She have references?

Excellent references.

It's almost impossible
to find good staff
at the moment.

May I ask what it is
she's done?

Yes, you can,

but I'm not
at liberty to tell
you at the moment.

Oh, I quite understand.

Did she ever express
any sort of
political opinion?

Political?

Well, um,

the way things are going,

events in Germany, for example.

I really couldn't
say, Mr. foyle.

It's never been
my habit to hobnob
with the staff.

[Door opens]

This is my
husband--Arthur.
This is Mr. foyle,

a police officer.

Good morning.

Really? Why?

I mean--

he's been making
inquiries about
Edith johnstone.

Edith? Where is she?
What's she done?

She hasn't done
anything as far
as I know,

and I'm afraid

Mr. foyle
is refusing
to enlighten me.

Uh, did she ever tell you
where she came from?

Yes. She came from Norfolk.

Yes, yes. That's right.

Well, thank you for your time.

Why was he asking about Edith?

It doesn't matter.
It's nothing
to do with us.

Having the police here now?

We've got nothing
to be afraid of.

We have nothing to hide.

We're breaking the law.

Arthur, we've
been through
all this,

and I
have told you,
a week from now,

there will be no law.

Who was that just now?

Oh, it was nothing,
Mr. fleming.
A police officer.

What did he want?

He was just making
inquiries about
one of our staff.

Nothing important.

Good.

This is very decent
of you, sir.

It's perfectly all right, Sam.

I've never been
particularly fond
of sandwiches.

I seem to have been
brought up on them.

Too many tea parties.

These are very good, though.

My father says,
you should always
eat 4 times a day.

He says it's healthier.

He's a vicar, isn't he,
didn't you say?

Mm. But he cycles
and swims.
He's very fit.

And how's milner settling in?

He seems all right, sir.

I think he's glad
to have a new leg,

although the doctor says

he wasn't supposed
to wear it for
another 6 weeks.

He seemed very determined.

There we are.

Miss, excuse me.
I wonder if you
could help me.

I'm Dorothy.
Everyone calls me dot.

Dorothy, do you, by any chance,

remember an Edith johnstone
who used to work here?

Edie, yeah. Why do
you want to know?

You're not her dad, are you?

Uh, no. I'm
a police officer.

Is she in trouble?

No. How well
did you know her?

Not that well, really.

She'd been working in London.

Then she came down here,

but she said they
weren't paying her
enough, so she moved.

Oh. Lots of friends?

I couldn't say.

There was a man she
used to walk out with.

And what was his name?

I don't know. I don't know
anything about him.

They're a bit
like that,
aren't they?

What?
Boyfriends.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

And it's over so quickly,

you hardly
get to know what
they're called.

He wasn't like that.

Was he a soldier?

I don't know what he was.
He was a nice boy.

Edie was crazy about him.

David.

That was his name,
if you really want to know.

David Lane.

Right. Thank you.

Well done, Sam.

It's all right.

Is that the last lemon curd?

Yes.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Ahem. Here we are,
sir Ernest.

It's always such
a pleasure to have

you and lady bannerman here.

It's a pleasure to come.

And, of course,
you're staying
for tomorrow.

Absolutely.

That's why we're here.

Can I introduce miss harwood?

She's come
all the way down
from London.

She works in whitehall.

All very
hush-hush,
but I'm sure

you'll be able to wheedle

a few secrets out of her.

How do you do?

It's very nice
to meet you,
sir Ernest.

I've heard a lot about you.

And I've heard
you speak out
in parliament.

I think you're very brave.

Well, somebody has to
face up to the facts.

I agree.

Excuse me.

When's guy coming down?

Tomorrow.

Oh.
Hmm.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you

for your identity
card, Mr. woolton.

Of course.

Thank you.

And it's for 2 nights?

At least 2 nights, yes.

Can I help you?

It's all right, dear.

Are you staying here?

Yes. My secretary made
a reservation.

This is
Mr. woolton, dear.

I must point out

it is the policy
of this hotel not
to take Jewish guests.

I have his identity card.

I am not of the Hebrew faith.

Margaret: Good.

Oh, this is my son. He'll
take your bags for you.

Room 6.

Oh, and, Mr. woolton,

I'm afraid the main lounge
of the dining room

will be closed tomorrow night.

We have a private function.

I see.

[Birds calling]

Woman: So how did you
get on today, then?

It was all right.

You haven't told me
anything about it.

There's not much to say.

Did you catch any criminals?

It's not like that.
You know that.

It's just paperwork.

And I suppose that's all
you can manage.

What does that mean?

Nothing.

So what's for tea?

Shepherd's pie.

Mm.

Here. Let me help.

Not with the leg.
You stay where you are.

It's aluminium.

Invented
by a man called
desoutter.

He was a pilot.

He lost his own leg
in a plane crash.

Why do you think
I want to know that?

I thought you
might be interested.

It's part of me now.

I don't want to know.

And I don't want to see it.

At night when you're
not wearing it, I don't
want it in the room.

Jane.

A few months from now,
we may be able to
pretend it's not there.

That's too hot.

Uh, let it cool down.

Where are you going?

Just next door.
Get a cigarette.

[Clicks click click]

"Boulogne falls...

"The threat to this island
grows nearer and nearer.

"While the people of britain

"wait anxiously for news
of their soldiers
over the channel,

"they must prepare

for the onslaught
which may come
upon their soil."

[Footsteps approaching]

We don't have
to leave yet, do we?

It'll take
us a while
to get there.

It's not as if you can drive.

[Exhales]

Good of you to come, Sam.

Oh, it's a pleasure, sir.

Anyway, national day of prayer,

I'm only obeying
orders, really.

Oh, I see.

I just hope
the sermon's shorter

than one of my father's.

It is not wrong to be afraid.

Our enemies are close

and might appear
almost unstoppable.

We fear for our soldiers in
northern France and Belgium.

This war, this terrible war,

seems to have fallen upon us
like a great darkness.

And it is hard
to find the light.

But on this,
this national day of prayer,

I do not think
we congregate here

simply to ask God
to help us to win,

but to help us to find
the courage to face

whatever the future may bring,

because it is in that courage,
in that determination

that we will find
the strength to overcome.

Got it.

Hey, that's my hat!

Girl: Charlie,
give it back...

Good morning, milner.

Good morning, sir.

I don't think you've met
my wife--Jane.

How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.

Paul has told me
a lot about you.

It was very
kind of you
to take him on.

I wouldn't put it
quite like that.

I thought

he was finished
with the
police force.

We both did.
Strange how
things work out.

I used to think I was
going to become a nun.

Oh, really?

But here I am, too.

It just goes to show.

Yes.

By the way, sir,

I wanted to give you these.

Background on Edith johnstone.

Oh, right.

And I think I've found
your David Lane.

I traced him through
the department of labor.

He's a fisherman
registered in Hastings.

Only one David Lane?

Actually, there were 2.
But the other one's 85.

All right. Well,
good. Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Mm-hmm.

Bye.

Are you busy now, Sam?

No. You're not
going to invite
me to lunch?

No, I'm not going to
invite you to lunch.

But the boat's
coming in now, and I
thought that, um--

David Lane.

Yes.

Working Sundays?

There's a war on, Sam.

Yes, sir.

[All speaking indistinctly]

I'm looking for David Lane.

Oh, yeah? Who are you?

I'm a police officer.
The name's foyle.

What's he done?

Well, nothing,
as far as I know.

Coming down here on a Sunday.

I don't suppose you want
to ask him the time of day.

No. I want
to ask him about
somebody he knows.

David!

I'm Ian Lane.

I'm his father.

How do you do?

Yes, dad?

This is a policeman.
He wants to talk to you.

What about?

Edith johnstone.

David:
She used to work
at the Crescent,

you know?

That's where I
met her, and we
walked out together.

The only girl I ever met

who didn't mind
the smell of fish.

She and me, we
were talking about,

you know, one day...

After the war.

It was just talk, dad.

She felt she wasn't
earning enough.

She had to rent
a room and all that,

so she got a job
up at the hotel,
the white feather.

A bit more money

and somewhere to stay.

It seemed like a good idea.

What's she done, anyway?

Why are you asking
questions about her?

I'm afraid
she's under arrest...
What?

For sabotage.
She was found cutting
telephone wires

near a military camp.

You've made a mistake.

It doesn't appear so.

I said, you've made a mistake.

She wouldn't do
a thing like that.

Sabotage?
That's rubbish!

David!
I want
to see her.

That's enough.
Let him go.

Mr. Lane, I'm not
the one who placed
her under arrest.

In fact, I'm actually
trying to help her.

[Sarcastically] Oh, yes.

And I can't help her
unless you help me.

Foyle: I mean, was she
not very happy?

She was afraid.

That's what I thought, anyway.

When I first met her, she
was a laugh, but later...

Did she talk to you about
how she felt about the war?

She talked, yes.

But it wasn't her words
that came out of her mouth.

Look, she said lots of things.

There were meetings,

rich people coming from London.

She wanted to tell me,
but I never listened.

I'm not interested in all that.

She changed.

That's all that mattered to me.

She wasn't the same.

You felt that she was
being threatened, maybe?

No.

I don't know,

but I can't explain it to you.

It was more like...

That she was ill.

We stopped seeing her. She
came here less and less.

It was that bitch up
there--Mrs. Ellis.

She poisoned her mind
against us.

That's what she did.

I'd have gone up there and
sorted her out myself if--

if I hadn't stopped you.

Maybe I still should.

That's enough of that.

Foyle: I don't think
there's anything
to be gained

by going back to the hotel.

What are you gonna do?
You're the one who's
got her under arrest.

Hello, guy.

Alan.

How was the journey?

Bloody.

How's everything here?

The beds are lumpy.
The food's atrocious.

I wasn't asking

about the accommodation.

The bannermans arrived
yesterday.

The honorable
John mowbray and his wife

came this morning,

and the Gilberts are here.

What about miss harwood?

Yesterday evening.

Why the interest in her?

And how about our
host--Mrs. Ellis?

She hasn't said anything.

I see.

Guy!

Oh, my dear guy.

How very good to see you.

And you.

Stanley, the bags.
You're just in
time for lunch.

Oh, good.

Margaret:
Now, tell me,

how are things in London?

Rather too Cosmopolitan
at the moment, I'm afraid.

We're having
a lot of refugees
being forced on us

right, left, and center--

Dutch, Belgians,
but also slavs, latins,
and all the rest of it.

There are streets in
Paddington and bloomsbury

that you would
hardly recognize.

Oh, you'll
soon point
that right.

Absolutely. With
your help, Margaret.

[Soft laughter]

Oh. Oh, hang on.

I don't know how you
do it, Christopher.

What's that,
your fourth?
Yeah.

If I don't take something
home for tea, I'll be shot.

Well, you can have
one or 2 of these.

That's cheating.

Oh.

Well, I've caught enough now.

You come and fish here.

What do you think
would happen if there
was an invasion?

Well, the likes of us

will be lined up
against the wall
and shot, I suppose.

That's comforting.

Incidentally,
I met the, uh, owners
of the hotel.

Of the white feather?

I don't know
quite what we're
uncovering there,

but I come away feeling
distinctly unclean.

I mean,

Edith johnstone, there.

She obviously went in

as a sweet, charming
young thing,

and--I don't know--
something happened
to her in there.

You think you can help her?

Well, I'll try.

I mean, if they hang her,

what a complete
waste of a life.

David: I want
to see her.

You could be

her best friend,
her father, and
the king of england,

but it wouldn't make
no difference.

She's not seeing anyone.

She didn't know
what she was doing.

Well, she didn't mean
to hurt anyone.

All right, I'll
show you who's...

I'll show you.

I'm afraid
the hotel is closed
this evening.

I'm staying here.
I have a room.

Oh, yes?

Room 6.

Well, I'm afraid
the public rooms are closed.

I was told.
A private function.

An evening lecture.

And what's the subject?

The war effort.

Very commendable, I'm sure.

So, um...

There.

Mm-hmm.

We'll need to
have it witnessed.

Yes.

I'll find fleming.

You're a true
patriot, Margaret.

What do you want?

I was looking for you.

Why?

Can I ask you
something, father?

Yup.

Do you enjoy having
these people here?

What do you mean?

They're guests.

You always have to dodge
the question, don't you?

Oh, Stanley.

It's mother, isn't it?

She's the one that wants
them here, not you.

They're sick.

You shouldn't talk like that.

Why not?

You don't understand.

They'll come,

they'll go.

They won't do any harm.

I'm not so sure of that.

Why do you say that?

I was in room 6 just now--
Mr. woolton's room.

What were you doing there?

Guess what I found.

What?

What did you find?

Tell me.

Good evening.

[Door slams shut]

[Laughter]

[Piano playing]

Guy: I'm afraid
the days
are long gone

when you
can believe anything
put out by the BBC.

Oh, yes, the whole thing's
a complete fiction.

Of course, London
isn't the same anymore.

Full of refugees.

We stayed at the metropolitan.

It was full of Jews.

Simply ghastly.

You don't know
what Ernest said.

There aren't enough
foreskins here

to cover a threepenny piece.

[Laughter]

Harwood:
Dodging the call-up,

queue-jumping,
profiteering--

they're the worst
offenders.
It's a fact.

Well, I've stopped
buying the express.

It's completely
obvious, of course,

that the press is
very largely under
Jewish control.

Yeah.

What's happening
in Germany--

they brought it on themselves.

They've only got
themselves to blame.

[Imitating Jewish accent]
The army wants blankets,

so now I make blankets.

[Piano playing]

♪ As I go rolling
down the strand ♪

♪ I see them strolling hand ♪

♪ in hand

♪ and I really don't

♪ I just don't understand ♪

♪ why are there so many Jews

♪ around in London?

♪ Why can't the Jews
just simply ♪

♪ disappear?

♪ Hitler's got them
on the run in ♪

♪ Germany

♪ why can't we do
the same thing ♪

♪ over here...

♪ They're everywhere
in London ♪

♪ why can't the Jews just
simply disappear? ♪

♪ Hitler's got them
on the run in ♪

♪ Germany

♪ why can't we do
the same thing ♪

all: ♪ over here?

Hear, hear!

Guy: It's
quite possible

that the war is already over.

Good news for those of us

who said it should
never have happened
in the first place.

The British army
is outnumbered,

surrounded, and will
soon be destroyed.

I take no pleasure

in so many
young lives
being sacrificed

on the altar of politicians.

But I say it again.

This was an unnecessary war.

The British government
has misled its people

for long enough.

What's going on?

Margaret:
I'm so sorry.
It's a fuse.

Do sit down. Arthur?

It's all right, dear.

[Door opens]

Who was that?

Don't worry. This will
only take a minute.

Aah!
Aah!

[Gunshot]

My God!

Ernest: My God.
What's happening?

Keep down!

Guy.

I'm all right.

Margaret!

Foyle: Guy Spencer?

Sam: Was he one
of the guests?

Guest speaker, it would seem.

Do you know who guy Spencer is?

No.
Friday club?

He's one of those mosleyites,

pro-Nazi, anti-war,
anti-semitic.

It's a shame someone
didn't shoot him.

Perhaps they tried.

Mr. foyle?

I'm guy Spencer.

This is my colleague
and assistant--
Alan fleming.

I gather you're handling
the investigation.

That's right.
Good.

I'm very glad to see you.

Margaret Ellis was a fine,
intelligent woman

and a close personal friend.

You were here
the other day.
I saw you leaving.

Yes. Um,
forgive me.

You assist
Mr. Spencer
how exactly?

I organize his diary,

I set up meetings.

Right.
And a meeting--

that's why you were here?

This was
an informal meeting
of friends.

We were here to discuss the war

and the likely direction
it might take.

I'd get a move on
with this investigation

if I were you.

You could be out
of a job in a week.

Oh, if the--
the Germans invade--

guy's not really being serious.

It's certainly a possibility.

And would
I be right
in thinking

it's something
you'd approve of?

I don't care what
you think, Mr. foyle,

of me or of my politics.

I was here
in a private capacity.

I was not breaking the law.

But last night, someone
took a shot at me--

3 shots, to be precise.

And like it or not,

it is your job to find out who.

So you don't think
it was Mrs. Ellis

that was the intended target?

Guy's had death threats before.

I was standing here.

Mrs. Ellis
was sitting there,

and her husband, Arthur,
was on the other side.

Her husband?
He was a member
of the group?

Association. No.

I don't think he's
entirely in sympathy
with our views.

He was fiddling with his pipe

all the time I was talking.

And who else was here, then?

A miss harwood.

She's a secretary
from London. She was there.

The Gilberts.

Sir Ernest

and lady Caroline bannerman
were there.

The right honorable
John mowbray

and his wife, lady Helen.

John is the son
of lord mowbray.

An elevated association.

The Duke of westminster
is one of our loyal supporters.

You could say
that our influence extends

as far as the palace.

So it could well be the case

that it was
one of your loyal
supporters

who took a shot at you?

The shots came from the door.

It was pitch-black in here
when the lights went out,

but I heard the door open

just before
the shots were fired.

Someone coming in.

Or going out. Right.

On the subject of which,

when can we leave?
I have work to do
in London.

I would like
to be gone by lunch.

Well, not possible,
I'm afraid,
Mr. Spencer.

I just need
everybody to be here
for the time being.

I see.

Can I ask you
a question, Mr. foyle?

Are you, by any chance, Jewish?

[Door opens]

You!

Yes, you.

Young woman...

I want to speak to your
commanding officer.

You mean detective chief
superintendent foyle, sir.

I don't care what his name is.

I want to leave this hotel.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

He gave strict orders
that everyone--

do you know who I am?

No, sir. I'm afraid
I haven't got
the faintest idea.

I am sir Ernest bannerman.

Sir Ernest is the mp
for this constituency.

You have
no right whatsoever
to keep me here.

And this lady,
miss harwood--

she has
important work
in whitehall.

I have to be in London.

I'm at the foreign
office.
I'll be missed.

You're a driver.

You can take me
and my wife home

and then take miss harwood
to the station.

Come along.

I'm afraid you'll have
to ask Mr. foyle, sir.

What?

Are you defying me?

Yes.

It looks as if I am.

I can't believe it happened.

It's a terrible thing.

I was right beside her
when the lights went out...

Inches away.

Maybe they were firing at you.

Were you due to speak
at this meeting, Mr. Ellis?

No. Certainly not.

Did you not
share your wife's
political opinions?

I didn't say that.

Neither of us did.
We did what we were told.

So what happened

after the lights
went out, then?

I got up.

She told me to mend the fuse.

So you left the room?

It was too dark.

Well, evidently, somebody did

because fleming said

that he heard the door open

before the shots were fired.

That was Rosemary harwood.

Foyle: How did
you know that?

I was just outside.

But how did you know it was her

if you couldn't see her
because it was too dark
to see anything?

I smelt her.

She, um--

she wears lavender water.

Oh.

I'd say she wears it
by the bucket.

Right.

It was definitely her.

I don't think miss harwood
could have shot mother,

if that's what you're thinking.

They all adored her--

ate out of her hand.

You don't appear
to be very moved

by your mother's death.

Do you find that shocking?

Well...

Sorry.

I believe in honesty.

So, you were, um--

yes, I was--

sat just there.

At first, the lights
started flickering,
and they went out.

It was the fuse,
by the way.
I replaced it.

Does it happen often?

Yes, all the time.
It's overload.

The electrics can't take it.

Anyway,
it was pitch-black,

what with the blackouts
and everything, so...

I didn't see anything.

And did you hear anything

of what was being said?

No. I heard the gun.

At the time, I assumed

someone had taken
a potshot at Spencer,

and I wasn't surprised.

Why is that?

Stanley: The case
was on the bed here,

and the gun was in the case.

And you saw the gun how?
The case was open?

Yes.

It was open already
or did you open it?

I opened it.

Oh. Why would
you do that?

I'm curious about people.

So am I, but I don't feel
the need to go through
their belongings.

I study psychoanalysis,
Freud. That's what I do.

Who turns down the beds?

I do...

Though father did last night.

Did you say
his name was--

Robert woolton.

I think he must
have left during
the night.

Father saw his identity card.

There's an address
in London, I think.

Um...

You must be what, 22? 23?
I'm surprised you
haven't been called up.

22.

It's because of my eyes.

So you saw
the gun in the case,
and what did you do then?

I told my father.

And, of course,
he didn't want to know.

So I told mother.

And what did she do?

I suppose we'll never know.

Everything all right, sir?

Mr. foyle, I'm very
sorry if guy rubbed
you up the wrong way

just now. He does
that sometimes.

I'm sure.

There's something
I forgot to mention.

Last night,

there was somebody
in the garden.

I saw them just before dinner.

He was about 20 years old,

well-built,
fair hair.

I'd have said
he was a laborer
of some kind.

I had the idea
he was trying
to break in.

He was definitely
trying not
to be seen.

Right. Thank you.

There's
something else
you ought to know.

Spencer: Fleming?

And what's that?

It doesn't matter.
Never mind.

Good-bye

foyle: So we can't even
be certain who was meant

to be the victim here--
Margaret Ellis or Spencer.

But the bullets were grouped
very close together.

One hit Margaret Ellis,
one hit the wall behind her,

the other hit her chair.

Suggesting
that she was a target.

Other people who were there?

Well, the bannermans
you know about,

and I've run a check
on Rosemary harwood.

She is with
the foreign office--

very senior. Reports
directly to lord halifax.

Is that possible, sir,

I mean, if she's
with the Friday club?

Well, it's not
a crime...Yet.

Actually, sir,

I should have
mentioned to you--

I met guy Spencer
when I was in London.

Oh, yes?

I wandered into
one of his meetings.

Right.

There's not much to say.

There was a lot of talk
about the war,

about why we're fighting.

Mm-hmm.

He's got some
very original ideas.

Um, the man
that calls himself
Robert woolton.

The address
he gave the hotel--

37 domville road--

it doesn't exist.

It was probably
a false identity card.

He made
2 telephone calls
from the hotel.

I'm already looking into it.

What about the man
that was seen outside?

Fair hair,
in his twenties.
What was he doing?

David Lane?

We're going to ask him,

and in the meantime,

I want
the hotel searched
and the grounds.

If it is woolton's gun,

we got to be sure
that he didn't
take it with him.

Harwood:
What are they doing?

Spencer: Searching
for the gun, I suppose.

How much longer
can he keep us here,

this Mr. foyle?

Yes, it is irritating,
isn't it?

Being pushed around
by a provincial policeman

with ideas above his station.

They're not looking
for the letter?

No.

No. They know nothing
about that.

You've done us
a great service,
miss harwood.

It won't be overlooked.

I think you

should destroy it.

They're everywhere.

Yes, but they know nothing.

Don't worry.

They won't find it.

I'll keep it safe.

Man: Hey!

You were there.

No, I wasn't.

You're lying.
You were seen.

You ask my dad.

You told me you were going

because you blamed her,
Margaret Ellis,
for what had happened.

I never hurt her.

So you admit you were there.

No. I didn't
say that.

But you were.

You're gonna have to
come with us.

I'm not going anywhere!

Sam, get in the car.

Right.

[Horn honks]

[Panting]

[Brakes squeaking]

Well, lost him.

[Birds calling]

Man, voice-over: Dear dad,

well, here I am
in you know where.

If I mention the name,
someone will only cut it out.

So I'll say I had haggis
for lunch today,

and it was revolting.

We're well into training now.

Lectures all day and not nearly
enough time in the air.

We're flying lysanders--

great, fat beasts that grumble
all the way down the runway.

But at least they're reliable
once they're up

and almost impossible to stall.

I got a wonderful view
of the coast last night

just as the sun was coming down.

Sometimes it's hard to believe
what this is all about,

that there's a war,

and the news from France--
not so good.

Anyway, I'm eating well,

drinking far too well.

It's a good crowd here--
optimistic

and all determined
to get out there and do our bit.

How's Hastings?

Strange to think of you
so far away and on your own.

But hopefully, I'll get a bit
of leave before my wings exam,

and we can go out
and catch a trout or two.

Look after yourself, dad.

As always, Andrew.

[Sighs]

[Footsteps approaching]

It's terrible
about the Belgians.

The papers are full of it.

King Leopold
giving up like that.

I think he's a coward.

They say the government
will go on fighting
anyway without him.

Our king would never
behave like that.

Jane. You won't
even look at me.

I'm reading the paper.

I'm going to work.

This murder
investigation--
how's it going?

I don't know.

It's complicated.

We found the fisherman.

Who?

The man who ran away,
David Lane.

He was picked up by 2 policemen

trying to get on
a train for London.

And now you can go
and interrogate him

or whatever it is you do.

Things are going to be
how they were, Jane.

Really?

I promise.

Sam: That's it--there.

Foyle: Right.

Can I...

No.

I just thought I'd ask.

Won't be long.

[Bell rings]

That's him.

[Bell rings]

Can I help you?

Mr. woolton?

My name is wolf.

Quite possibly,
but you used
the name woolton

on your false identity card

when you checked
into the white
feather hotel.

How did you find me?

You made
2 telephone calls
from the hotel

to the number at this address.

You are?

I'm a police officer.

I see.

I didn't shoot anybody.

It wasn't me.

But you took a gun
to the hotel--this one.

Is this your gun?

That's mine.

Look...

I admit I went
to the white feather

to kill guy Spencer.

I took a gun--

that gun.

But imagining
something
and doing it

are two very different things.

Anyway, I never had a chance.

I was in my room.

The lights went out.

I heard 3 shots.

I didn't know
what was happening.

But as soon
as the lights
came back on,

I looked in my case

and the gun wasn't there.

I swear to you
that's the truth.

Why did you want
to kill Spencer?

Come upstairs.

Wolf: It's
all right.

Get some rest.

Thank you.

This is my nephew.

His name is Isaac wolf.

Isaac,

this man's a police officer.

[Groans]

He's come a little late.

He isn't interested in you.

Nobody was interested
in what happened to him.

What has happened to him?

He was beaten up
by members of
the Friday club.

He almost died.

He still can't walk.

They left him in the street.

But I can feel my legs.

It's an improvement.

Isaac's family is
still in Germany.

They're in
a concentration
camp.

If I had shot Spencer,

I wouldn't have
done it in the dark.

I would have wanted
to see his eyes.

It's quite
a coincidence, you and I
meeting again like this,

wouldn't you say, milner?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Did you manage
to read any of that
material I gave you?

Some of it.

And?

I don't know what to think.

You have
to think for
yourself, sergeant.

That's the whole point.

That's why you need the facts.

This is another
book I was going
to lend you.

Here.

Protocols
of the elders
of zion.

It traces
the Jewish
conspiracy

all the way back
to the time
of Solomon.

I think you'll
find it interesting.

I don't know.

Hmm, have a read of it.

And if you can't manage
to give it back
to me personally,

then you can pop
it in the post.

Is that it?

Yes, sir.

You're a good chap, milner.

This business here,

it's an embarrassment,
of course,

but we'll get through it.

And when the war is over,

which could be soon,

believe me,
it's going to be
very important

to have the right friends.

[Bell ringing]

Mr. foyle...

I wonder if you'd mind
coming with me, sir.

Where's my driver?

Please, sir.

This way, sir.

Detective chief
superintendent foyle,

do come in.
Take a pew. Tea?

No, thank you.

My name
is Lawson--

military intelligence.

You've already
met my colleague--
tom baddeley.

I do hope you'll
forgive the slightly
rough ride, sir.

Yes, I'm sorry
to drag you here
like this,

but you see,
this investigation
of yours--

this murder--
I'm afraid it's
got tangled up

with one of our own operations.

Oh, dear. I am sorry.

Are you sure
you won't have tea?

Perfectly.

Well, I will.
Would you mind, tom?

One of your operations

being the Friday club?

Yes, the Friday club,

British vigil,
the British union
of fascists--

they're all much
of a muchness--

anti-semites
and aristocrats.

Guy Spencer,
though, is a bit
more of a nuisance.

He's more active
than the rest
of them,

and he's certainly
more persuasive.

Why hasn't he been arrested?

He soon might be.

You know,
of course, that we
arrested mosley.

And ramsay.

But sometimes it's
better to keep these
people at-large,

provided we can keep
an eye on them.
Mm. Thank you.

We have
an undercover agent
in the Friday club.

He rang us yesterday.
That's how we
knew about you.

Alan fleming?

Baddeley: How did you know?

Well, perhaps
a little too helpful.

I'd prefer it
if his cover
wasn't blown.

That's why
we had to get you
up here so quickly.

Does he know anything about
the death of Margaret Ellis?

Oh, I doubt it.

To be honest,
the shooting
of that woman

was both annoying
and irrelevant.

To you perhaps.

We need your help,
Mr. foyle.

It goes
without saying
that all this

is extremely confidential.

5 days ago, a letter
went missing

from the foreign office.

The letter
was written by
a senior member

of lord halifax's staff

and was addressed to
giuseppe bastianini,

the Italian
ambassador here
in London.

In very broad terms,

the letter
was examining
the possibility

of the Italian
government mediating

between us and Hitler;

In other words,

coming to a negotiated peace.

The position
of the government,
of course,

is that we fight on.

So I'm sure I don't
need to tell you

what a catastrophic
effect on morale
it could have

if it was believed
that any minister

at any level

was seeking a way
out of this war.

Rosemary harwood works
in lord halifax's office.

We believe
that she may have
taken the letter.

She's been active
with the Friday club
for a while now.

We think
she took it down
to the white feather

to pass it on to guy Spencer,

who has all the
right connections

to make sure it
reaches the German
authorities.

And why haven't you
arrested her?

Maybe we should have,

but we can't now,

not without the letter.

Oh.

We couldn't go in
and search the hotel

without compromising our man,

which we'd rather not do.

But you
and your officers--

you have every
reason to go
over the place.

Well, we've already done that

and found the gun
that we were looking for.

I'm sure you
could find a reason
to do it again.

I thought we'd already
searched this place once.

Yes, we have.

What are you looking for now?

A letter.

To whom?

To giuseppe bastianini.

Who's he?

He's the Italian ambassador.

Is he a suspect?

I only asked.

This is an outrage.

I'm warning you.

I have powerful
friends in London.

You'll hear more of this.

[Door shuts]

[Door opens]

You're going through
a lady's room.

No gentleman
would behave this way.

No, you're right.
But then again,

murder isn't
a very gentlemanly
business,

miss harwood.

I can't imagine
what you hope to find.

It seems
on the night
of the murder,

you left the room
before the shots
were fired.

Who told you that?

I have nothing to hide.

I hate the dark, I always have.

It's like claustrophobia.

As soon as the lights
went out, I had
to get back here.

In the dark?

I told you.
I wasn't thinking.

I just had to get out.

Just a minute.

Foyle, is this the way
your men amuse themselves?

I've had enough of this.

I'm not gonna be pushed around

by some bloody
stuffed shirt.
I want to leave.

Still not possible, I'm afraid.

Fleming: I said,
I want to go!

Officer, arrest
this man. Thank you.

What?!

Fleming: Thank you
for that. I take it you
didn't find anything.

No sign of it, I'm afraid.

But she might, of course,

have panicked
and got rid of it.

Well, I doubt it.
It's too valuable,

and taking the letter
in the first place
was too much of a risk.

I'm surprised
Spencer hasn't, um--

let's go in here--hasn't
mentioned it to you.

He still trusts you,
doesn't he?

Well, he's told me he's got it.

He's just not saying
what he's done with it.

He likes to play these
things close to his chest.

Well, it's certainly
not in the hotel.

We'll just have to
keep looking.

So, what about the shooting?

You think Margaret Ellis
was the target?

Do you?

Well, there was
nobody in the room

who had any reason
to kill her...

Except Arthur Ellis, perhaps.

He didn't have it in him.

The son?

Perhaps.

He could have opened the door.

But how would he
have been able to see
to take aim?

I'll tell you
one thing, though.

I happen to know for a fact

that Mrs. Ellis
changed her will
hours before she died.

She added a codicil
leaving half her money,

and that includes
half the hotel,

to the Friday club.

All for the cause.

Spencer persuaded her,
do you think?

He's good
at that sort of thing.

It's not the first time either.

He was arrested
5 years ago--

intimidation, embezzlement.

He's got his hooks
into your sergeant, too,
for that matter.

I'd watch out, if I were you.

Well, they certainly
met in London.

Rather more than that.

They had dinner together
after the meeting.

Spencer's taken him
very much under his wing.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Excuse me.

[Ring]

Foyle: Mr. Lane.

Ian: You've got
my boy locked up.

Well, he ran away.
He was off to London.

He was afraid of you!

He's no criminal.

Well, assault,
drunk and disorderly,

skipped bail,

did borstal--August
to November last year.

That was then.

It hasn't been easy for him

living on his own with me.

He lost his mother
when he was 9.

She ran off.

It's just been two of us.

And yes, he mixed
with the wrong set

and became a cropper
with the law.

You people never forget.

Won't let him forget neither.

It's a bit more
than that, isn't it?

He was seen at
the hotel on the night
of the murder,

which means he could
easily have been the one

who took the gun
and shot Mrs. Ellis.

He never shot anyone.

All right,
he shouldn't have
gone up there.

He hasn't got it in him.

You take it from me.

I want him back.

I'm afraid you're
going to have to wait.

No, you don't
understand.
I need him now.

They're asking
for boats--

fishing boats,
ferries, clippers,
you name it.

We're going
across where
the army's stuck

with the Germans bombing them

and tanks moving in
and God knows what.

They've put
together a whole
fleet of boats.

And we're going over there,

and we're going
to bring back
our boys.

It's already begun.

They say there were

nearly 30,000
of them saved
yesterday,

and there's
going to be
30,000 more today.

I can pick up
20 men in my boat.

A drop in the ocean, you'd say?

But there's
hundreds of boats
all along the coast

doing the same--

hundreds and hundreds of them.

Only I can't do it
without David.

Lady rose is too much for me

to handle on my own.

So you have to let him go

so we can leave together.

You let my boy out,

and I promise you--

I swear
on everything
I hold sacred--

I'll bring him back to you.

I won't let him run away.

We'll do this journey.

We'll go there,
we'll come back,

and then you can keep him

for as long as you need,

as long as it takes you

to realize
that he's innocent--

as innocent as you or me.

[Men shouting commands]

Dunkirk.

Do you think you'll
ever see him again?

Foyle: Yes.

He'll be back.

[Horn blows]

[Horn blows]

[Horn blows]

2 of diamonds.

2 no trumps.

3 spades.

Pass.

Pass.

Pass.

3 spades it is, then.

Ahh, I can't
help you much,
I'm afraid.

Ahh, for God's sake.

How much longer can
they keep us here?

Till after tea, anyway.

Arthur, you think
you should be working

after everything
that's happened?

No, no. I have
to keep busy.

Yes, of course.

You and I have
business to discuss

about your late wife's affairs.

What?

Seems we're going to be
in partnership.

That's not--

when the Germans arrive,

the high command,

we'll be able to put them
up here at the hotel.

We're near enough to the coast.

They won't arrive.

I don't know
why you're
kidding yourselves.

The Jewish plot--

everyone knows it's not true.

Stanley.

No, dad. I'm fed up
with it. I'm fed up
with the lot of them.

If the Germans were
going to invade,

they'd have been here days ago.

You do know
that the Belgians
have capitulated?

Yes. But we'll fight on.

That's what
Mr. Churchill says,
and I believe him.

I think you must be
insane, father,

if you believe
what these people say.

They're sick.

And they don't know a thing.

[Door slams]

These notes are very good,

very thorough, milner.

Thank you, sir.

I'm afraid they don't
tell us the one thing
that we need to know--

who fired the shots.

Or why they were
fired in the dark.

And if Spencer was
the actual target...

That's very likely.

Why wait for
an after-dinner
meeting

when everyone's around?

Easier and less
risky to wait
until he's left

or leaving the hotel
or even gone up
to his room

and shoot him
while he's asleep.

Yes, I know.
I wondered about that.

Why wait for the exact moment

when the lights go out?

Because you can't be seen.

Well, you can't see either.

How do you know
you're getting
the right target?

You spoke to woolton?

Yes, it was his gun,

but I don't believe
for a second
he fired it.

And it was thrown
away, wasn't it?

He'd have taken it with him.

How about David Lane, sir?

He could have taken
the gun, made his way
through the hotel.

Maybe the lights went out
just as he was about to fire.

They were all in
the room, the room
was blacked out,

the door was closed.
Stanley was sitting
right outside.

Then he'd have seen him.

Exactly.

What about Stanley Ellis?

He wasn't exactly fond
of his mother.

What's the opposite
of an oedipus complex,

do you think?

Sir?

He was reading Freud,

who said the aim
of all life is
death--matricide.

Could he really have
killed his mother?

These, um...

Background notes on Spencer:

Well-connected--
journalism,

treasurer
for the friends
of national Spain.

No criminal convictions?

No. None that
I could find.

What do you make of him?

I'm not sure.

I'd say a man has
to be quite brave

to hold the opinions he does,

especially at a time like this.

You admire him?

I don't think he's a fool.

I mean, you read
the medical report
of...Isaac wolf,

the man who got beaten up?

I don't think you can blame
Spencer for that, sir.

He knew nothing about it.

How do you know?

He told me...
And I believe him.

Margaret Ellis'
will--

he had the most
to gain from it.

I still think that Spencer
was the likely target, sir.

All right.

[Clock ticking]

Sam: Arthur Ellis--

who'd want to kill him?

Foyle: I don't know,
but you probably do.

My guess is,

he probably saw something.

That's what always happens.

He sees something,
then the killer
has to silence him

before he can say
what he knows.

How is he?

His heart had stopped.

It was touch and go
for a while, but we
managed to revive him.

They're just getting
him to hospital.

And what was it?

Veronal, I'd say.
Some sort of

sleeping draft,
anyway, in his whisky.

Who found him?
His son.

All right.

My father was late coming
down to breakfast,

so I went to call him.

I found him lying on
the bed fully dressed,

and at first, I thought
he must have had

some sort of heart attack.

I don't know.

Did he often have whisky
before bedtime?

I don't know.

This your dad's?

Yes.

He didn't smoke it much.

And, um...

And you say you...

Haven't...
Touched anything?

No.

I thought he was dead.

I called the police.

Well, for...

Someone whose mother's
been murdered

and father's been poisoned,

you seem remarkably unaffected.

What would you like
me to do, cry?

I never liked my parents.

My mother was cruel and stupid.

What she said about the Nazis

and the rest made me sick.

My father...

Was scared of her,

totally under her thumb.

It was her place, you see.

No, you have no idea
what it was like
living here.

It's always the same.

If you had read Freud,

you'd know how
much damage your
parents do to you.

It starts...
Even before you're born.

Ah, yes, you read, uh...

Yes.

I wanted to study
psychoanalysis.

I wanted to go to university.

They wouldn't let me.

Well, Stanley, lying
is never very clever,

but lying to a police officer
is a very serious offense.

I'm not lying.

Everything I've told
you is the truth.

Mr. Ellis?

Yes.

How are you feeling,
Mr. Ellis?

Can you tell me what happened?

You don't know?

Well, you didn't leave a note.

No.

Whisky and
a sleeping draft--

it's fairly evident
you tried to take
your own life.

Why was that?

Isn't it obvious?

Not to me.

People had the wrong
impression about Peggy.

She was a strong woman,

opinionated.

But they don't understand.

I'd been married to her
for 22 years.

She was everything to me...

Everything.

Stanley is 22?

Yes.

We were courting when Peggy
found she was expecting,

so, yes,

I did the decent thing.

But that doesn't
change anything.

I'd have married her anyway.

I loved her,

always did.

Were you aware of
the changes your wife
made to her will?

Spencer is a swine.

I tried to talk her out of it,

but she wouldn't listen to me,

and so now...

Half the hotel.

How do you expect me
to go on living when...

Everything I care about
has been taken away from me?

Do you cure your own
meat at the hotel?

What's that got to do
with anything?

Would I be right
in thinking that?

I don't know.

Yes.

Margaret was in charge
of the kitchen.

Thank you.

Christopher,
I'm afraid I've got
some bad news.

Sir Ernest bannerman,
the mp at
the white feather,

he's managed to pull rank.

He's made some phone calls,

and the long and the
short of it is I had
to release the lot.

Ok. They've all gone?

Yes, they went
this morning,
except Spencer.

He's here,
and he wants
to talk to you.

All right.

How can I help you,
Mr. Spencer?

You're holding my assistant,

and unless you're
going to charge him,

I'd like to have him back.

You're very welcome to him.

Just a minute.
I haven't finished yet.

Are you any closer
to finding out who
killed Margaret Ellis,

or, for that matter,
who tried to kill
her husband--Arthur?

I want you to know
that I shall be making
an official complaint--

arresting fleming,

keeping me detained
for 3 full days.

I think you've acted
well beyond your
authority, Mr. foyle.

Sorry, sir.
It was normal procedure.

Normal or not,
it was unnecessary
and inconvenient.

Have you finished
now, Mr. Spencer?

I'm a politician,
Mr. foyle.

And the way you've treated me,

I think you have forgotten
that I am the leader

of a legitimate organization

with legitimate views,

even if you
don't agree with them.

But I'd like you to know
that I am just as much
a patriot as you are.

I love our country.

But it is possible to believe

that this war with
Hitler is misguided.

Poles and Czechs,
they're Jewish
interests, not British.

I know what you believe.

I don't think you do.

I doubt that you
know, for example,

that the first
2 British pilots
shot down over Germany

were black shirts.

The kiel raid
at the end of last year--

they were both mosley's men.

And sir Ernest bannerman, mp--

I suppose you would call him
a crank and a traitor.

Well, he served
in the first war.

He was a member
of the north Russian
relief force

in 1919.

Right now, he has a son
serving in northern France.

You have a son
serving with the raf.

Are you prepared to lose him,

to see him slaughtered

simply because
Hitler invaded Poland?

I'll take you
to Mr. fleming.

Thank you, milner.

You see, we're not
so different, you and I.

We would both welcome
an end to this war.

By the way, you will let
me have that book back

if you've finished
with it, won't you?

Sir...

[Distant gunfire
and men shouting commands]

[Airplane]

Your unit number?

I need
your name, rank,
and regiment...

[Men speaking indistinctly]

I'll see if I can help, sir,
if that's all right.

Go ahead.

[Airplanes]

[Speaking indistinctly]

I didn't expect
to see you here.

Well, they told me
you were back.

And you thought
you'd come for David
before he scarpered.

No. I've come
to tell you

that I know he
had nothing to do
with the murder.

We picked up 15 of our boys...

15...

And there were thousands
of them there.

You've never seen
anything like it--

white sand stretching
out for Miles...

Ships everywhere--

hundreds of them.

Motorboats, trawlers.

Picking up 15 here
and 15 there.

You know, we're gonna get
the army out of there.

We're gonna do it.

There were bodies.

You saw them on the beaches.

And as we went in there,

the Germans
were coming after us--

stukas, dorniers.

I was lucky, though.

There was some sort of
refinery burning

and the smoke--

it protected us for a while.

Where is David?

I told you I'd
bring him back to you.

Here he is.

He waded in the water

to help someone out.

He was helping
them onto
the boat--

they're here.

They made it home.

But he took a bullet.

It came out
of I don't know
where, and...

He was as near to me
as you are,

and I saw the light
go out of his eyes.

But I said I'd bring him back,

and I brought
him back, even
though it meant

taking up space that
could have been used
by someone else.

Here he is.

Edith: Dead?

Foyle: Yes.

I'm very sorry.

But why?

He weren't a soldier.

The war was nothing
to do with him.

Why did he have to go?

Well, he believed it was right.

Edith, whatever
Margaret Ellis
has told you,

there isn't going
to be a German
invasion now,

not today,
not tomorrow,
perhaps not ever.

How did she
frighten you into
cutting the wires?

She didn't.

What did she
say was going
to happen to you

when the Germans came?

Nothing.

She knew, didn't she?

She knew that
your grandmother
is Jewish?

She said I wouldn't be
allowed to work anymore.

She said I'd be put
in a camp...

[Sobbing]

That she wanted
to look after me,

but first, I'd
have to prove myself...

Do something to show
I was on her side.

I didn't think
it would matter that much.

I knew it was wrong.

I thought someone would
find them and mend them.

[Edith sobbing]

I didn't think
I was being a traitor.

I was just so scared.

What will happen to me?

Will they hang me?

Will I go to prison?

No.

Don't have a case to answer.

You're free to go.

Well, thank you.

It's ok.

You're not going
to forget David,
are you?

No.

'Cause he was right, wasn't he?

Yeah.

[Birds chirping]

You should understand, Stanley,

that you could go to prison.

But I haven't done anything.

Yes, you have.
You've lied to me,
a police officer,

and obstructed
the course of justice.

No, I didn't.

You told me you hadn't
touched anything

when you went
into your father's room,
which isn't true, is it?

You took your father's
suicide note.

No.

There was pen and paper
up there on the desk.

And when I visited him
in hospital,

he was as surprised
as I was that the note
hadn't been found.

What did you do with it?

I destroyed it.

Why?

To...Protect him.

Suicide is against the law.

Well that's another lie,
isn't it?

I mean, what did it say?

I won't tell you.

I can't.

Arthur...You feeling
any better?

Yes.

Thanks.

Arthur, I'm sorry
to have to tell you

that I'm here to arrest you

for the murder of your wife.

That's absurd!

The husband who loves
his wife so much

that he'd rather kill himself

than live without her

is a little way off
the truth, isn't it?

It's true!

Peggy was the backbone
of my life.

Arthur, Arthur, you hated her.

Your son knew it,
everyone knew it.

Probably often
dreamed of killing
her, didn't you?

But you never had the nerve,

because everyone also knew

that you were terrified of her.

And as the coward at
the white feather,

you rather resented
being something
of a local joke

until, of course,
you began to believe

that the world
was about to change.

What do you mean?

That a Nazi invasion of england

would cause so
very much disruption

that there'd be
no effective
police force

and no law, as such.

There would be
no reason and nobody
to investigate

an insignificant...

Little murder at
a countryside hotel.

Spencer believed
in the invasion,

your wife believed
in the invasion,

and, ironically,
as it turned out,

she convinced you.

And, uh...

It was the night
of Spencer's talk,
wasn't it,

that Stanley...

Told you about
the gun, didn't he?

Stanley, voice-over:
I was in room 6 just now,

Mr. woolton's room.

What were you doing there?

Guess what I found.

What?

What did you
find? Tell me.

Foyle, voice-over:
You thought you
could make it look

as if Spencer
was the actual target,

and your wife had been
hit accidentally,

which is why you
arranged for it to
happen in the dark,

by leaving all the lights
on in all the rooms

as you turned down the beds,

which overloaded the fuse box.

But then you had to be sure

that you could actually
hit your wife
and not Spencer.

I take no pleasure

in so many young lives...

Foyle, voice-over:
Spencer said that
during his speech,

you were fiddling
with your pipe,

but, you see,

Stanley told me that
you hardly ever smoked.

It was...

Potassium nitrate
you used in the pipe,

saltpeter,

which is used,
of course, in gunpowder,

but it's also used
to cure meat,

which is why you had
a supply of it
in the hotel.

And it acted
as an oxidizing agent,

and it...

Added to the tobacco
and made it glow.

You lit the pipe
while Spencer
was making his speech.

I take no pleasure

in so many young lives

being sacrificed
on the altar of politics.

The British government
has misled us long enough.

What's going on?

I'm so sorry, everyone.
It's a fuse.

Do sit down. Arthur?

Foyle, voice-over:
And when the lights went out,

you put it directly
in front of Margaret

so you could use the glow
as the target.

Aah!
Aah!

Foyle, voice-over:
You got rid of the gun
as quickly as you could.

It wasn't yours anyway.

And after that, you were
biding your time until...

The invasion.

But it never came.

Stanley, voice-over:
I don't know

why you're kidding
yourselves.
The Jewish plot--

everyone knows it's not true.

Stanley.
No, dad.

I'm fed up with it.
I'm fed up with
the lot of them.

If the Germans were
going to invade,

they'd have been here days ago.

Foyle: No invasion,

and you panicked.

You were going to be
found out after all,

and you decided to...

Take the easy way out.

Yes.

I wanted to kill myself.

And Stanley
destroyed your
suicide note,

understandably.

A fascist for a mother,

a killer
for a father--

not shining
examples of
parental guidance.

No wonder

he was reading Freud.

What will happen to me?

You'll be tried
for murder, Arthur.

I loathed her, you know...

And the scum she
brought to the hotel.

Didn't give you
the right to kill her.

Please tell Stanley I'm sorry.

Tell him...

I wish I'd been
a better father.

I think he knows.

Yes.

Milner, sit down.

Congratulations on the arrest.

Ellis has signed
a full confession,

so I suppose that's that.

Why didn't you tell me

about your association
with Spencer?

I told you we'd met.

You told me you'd wandered
into one of his meetings.

You didn't tell me
you then went
and had dinner with him.

I didn't think it was relevant.

Principal suspect
in a murder inquiry--
of course it was relevant.

He didn't commit the murder.

Well, we didn't know that then.

In your notes about him,
there's no mention of
his arrest for embezzlement.

Was that irrelevant,
too?
He was acquitted.

That's by the way.

But more than this,

more even than
your apology to him
in front of me,

and something that I take
to be a personal betrayal,

is that you talked
to him about me.

He knew I had a son in the raf,

and he could have only
got that from you,
isn't that right?

I did speak to him, yes.

And I'm sorry

if I betrayed any confidences.

But I never said anything

lacking in respect.

Speaking to him at all

was a lack of respect
and a lack of judgment.

I'm astonished
you can't see beyond
the front of these people.

Do you really believe what
these people--Spencer and
the Friday club--have to say?

No! You don't
have any idea

what's it's been
like since Norway,

how I feel.

I'm not asking for
any special favors,

and I--I don't want
your sympathy.

But I don't understand
why it happened,

and I don't understand
what it was for.

At least Spencer
made me feel like
he was on my side

and that I'm not
to blame for it all.

He had a reason.
There was a reason, milner.

What do you mean?
I don't agree
with his views,

but guy Spencer is a good man.

Milner, I'm sorry to have
to disillusion you, but...

Is this the book he lent you?

"The protocols of
the elders of zion--

how the Jews plan
to overthrow christianity
and conquer the world."

Have you read it?
No.

Are you anti-semitic?
No!

Is Hitler right doing what
he's doing to the Jews?

No! You don't
understand.

I just wanted the facts.

Spencer gave them to you?

While he was at the hotel,

Spencer took possession
of a letter smuggled
out of whitehall

and given to him by
a traitor--Rosemary harwood,

and given to him

in the hope that he'd
pass it on to the enemy.

After the murder,
Spencer was trapped.

He had the letter,

but he didn't know
what to do with it.

He gave it to you
because you were

the one person at
the hotel we wouldn't
dream of searching.

After the investigation,
you'd send it back to him,

and he'd pass it on
to the Germans.

Do you want my resignation?

No, I don't want
your resignation.
That's the last thing I want.

I can't do this bloody
godforsaken job on my own.

What I want is to forget
all of this happened

and, more importantly,
for you, starting now,

to be with me 100%.

In spite of whatever problems
you're going through,

it's important that
you and me and Sam

are able to trust each other
and we're on the same side.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir. Understood.

Good.

That's all.

Radio: We've known them
and laughed at them,

these fussy little steamers,
all our lives.

We've called them
the "shilling sicks."

We've watched them load
and unload their crowds
of holiday passengers,

the gents full of high spirits
and bottled beer,

the ladies eating pork pies,

the children sticky
with peppermint rock.

But now, look.

This little steamer,

like all her brave
and battered sisters,

is immortal.

She'll go sailing proudly
down the years

in the epic of dunkirk.

And our great grandchildren,

when they learn
how we began this war--

by snatching glory
out of defeat

and then swept on to victory,

may also learn

how the little holiday steamers
made an excursion to hell

and came back glorious.

Man: I know that
my redeemer liveth,

and that he shall stand
at the latter day
upon the earth,

and though after my skin,

worms destroy this body,

yet in my flesh,
shall I see God.

And I shall see for myself,

and mine eyes shall behold...

I've got a son the same age.