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Couldn't march their way out of a paper bag.

Strange, isn't it?

Hitler said there'd be a thousand of us one day, and in the end he couldn't even

manage 30.

Not the most glorious episode in military history, I'd say.

Do you think we'll be hanged or shot?

Mind you, in Carrington's case, it might be neither.

He might get lucky and die of a clap first.

Are you talking to me today?

Which would you choose?

Hanging or shooting?

I'm all for hanging.

It's quieter.

Strange, isn't it?

Two of us ending up here.

We could start a reunion club.

Hang together.

What did I tell you?

One of the most beautiful cities in Europe.

And some of the most beautiful women.

Life isn't too bad.

It's a raid.

Huh? No.

They're on their way somewhere else.

James, let's eat.

How do you do?

Good to see you again.

How do you do? Good to meet you.

Mr. Foyle. Yes, I'm DCS Clarkson. I know exactly who you are. How do you do?

Pleased to meet you. Do come in. I'm here to replace you. Well, so I

understand.

What kept you?

You'll be very pleased to hear everything is in order. It's all my

report. I'll just leave that there for you.

What that doesn't mention is that anything related to current

investigations you'll find in this office here. All pre-war and wartime

records are kept next door. Just ask the desk sergeant. He'll be happy to help.

And I think that's about it.

Congratulations on the post.

Or commiserations, whichever you think is appropriate.

And jolly good luck.

Pleasure to meet you. Goodbye.

I've now had the opportunity to examine your accounts, Mr. Wainwright.

Here we have your outgoings, general expenses, salaries, supplies, etc.

And here we have payments in.

It would seem this is not a felicitous time for the catering and hotel business

in Hastings.

Things are bound to pick up eventually, Mr. Harmworth.

That may be the case. But here you are asking us to extend your overdraft

limit. Just for a few months.

But you've already overstepped that limit on three occasions, and I see no

evidence here that your situation is going to improve at any time in the near

future. Well, it can't get any worse.

I wish I shared your confidence, Miss Stewart.

I'm sorry.

Not only can the bank not help you, but I must ask you to take immediate steps

to clear your existing overdraft.

Taking whatever actions are necessary.

Thank you.

Good day.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Don't be.

No, you don't understand.

I won't be able to pay you this month.

Well, that's OK.

You didn't pay me last month, so it's not as if I'll notice.

You are a sport.

We'll make a go of it somehow. I know you will.

What shall we do now?

Have a tea at Lyons?

No, we ought to get back.

Sometimes I wish the whole bloody guesthouse would just, I don't know,

disappear.

You ought never to have taken it on.

I had this romantic view. It sort of ran itself.

Instead, it's been an absolute nightmare.

The only good thing to come out of it is, well... Meeting you.

Oh, sod it. Let's go to Lyons.

Can we afford it?

Well, we can go halfs on a cunt, but... Here you are, Christopher.

I had the devil for the job getting them.

I managed to square the visa with the Americans, but as for the Queen Mary,

she's been requisitioned for military and naval use only.

I could have tried sending her as a GI bride, but I don't think that would have

worked. I wonder why.

So what has happened?

I had a word with the MOI. You're departing Southampton on the 17th.

And if anyone asks, you're on a sponsored lecture tour, right?

Right. Remember, it's my neck on the line.

I will.

I'm grateful. Thank you.

You know, there are times when I really don't understand you. Why is that?

The war is finally, completely over. The Japanese surrender.

This new bomb they're talking about.

Makes me feel like we're entering a new world. I'd agree.

But you refused to let go of the old one.

Unfinished business. I thought you'd retired.

Oh, not quite the case. Resigned.

Oh, take care. America may not take too kindly to a next detective, Chief

Superintendent from Hastings, sniffing around, asking awkward questions.

I'll take the chance.

Well, then, good luck. Thank you.

Late edition.

Read all about it. Deborah stands trial for treason.

Mr. Paul, sir.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Please sit down, Mr. Paul. Thank you.

Have you been offered tea?

I won't, thank you very much. Well, let's get straight to the point, then.

You want to talk to me about my client, James Devereaux.

Well, not so much about him as the unit he belonged to in Germany.

The British Free Corps, that's right.

How much do you know about them?

Well, not as much as we'd like to, which is why a meeting with your client could

prove enormously helpful. How much do you know about them?

Well, it was just a... propaganda exercise, really, wasn't it?

One of Hitler's crazier ideas.

Get a bunch of misfits and ne'er-do-wells out of the POW camps,

dress them up in German uniforms with Union jacks, send them off to fight

against the Russians.

My client was picked up in Dresden, what was left of it. For a couple of months

he was missing, believed dead, and then the Russians handed him over.

I may as well tell you now.

It's almost certain he'll hang.

We're talking about traitors, Mr Foyle.

William Joyce, Lord Haw-Haw.

John Amory, son of the Secretary of State for India.

A whole lot of them.

Well, they're only getting what they deserve.

I think you'd agree.

Well, there are those who think that a series of trials, treason trials, could

be counterproductive at the moment.

And you've been asked to look into it?

Well, I suppose I could try to arrange a meeting, but I should warn you now, it

may be a complete waste of time. He refuses to talk to me.

Not a word.

Perhaps he feels you've given up on him.

He's given up on himself.

It's almost as if he wants to die.

Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of the police or the intelligence

services.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

He did join the Nazis, Mr. Foyle.

He's admitted to it.

And for what it's worth, I'd try to defend him if he'd let me.

But it won't.

There's really nothing more I can do.

He's up there, sir.

Sir?

She's been strangled, sir.

With a nylon stocking.

I bet you she'd been saving it up for after the war.

Does she have a name?

Agnes Littleton.

She rents the room from a Mrs. Ramsey. She's downstairs.

Who found her?

She did.

Mrs. Ramsey.

So, what do you think, sir?

Boyfriend comes home, finds her canoodling with some yank.

Wouldn't be the first time.

I can't believe such a thing could happen in my home. I just can't believe

it.

When did you know something was wrong?

This morning.

She didn't come down for breakfast and I thought she'd overslept.

Were you here last night?

No, I was playing bridge with some friends. I didn't arrive home until

about ten o'clock.

I was here, in the house last night, and all the time she was...

You want some more tea?

No.

No, thank you.

Thank you.

Um, did she have a job? Did she work here in Brighton?

Um, just outside.

Whitefriars. Well, I'm sure you know it. It's the family estate of the

Devereauxs. And did she have any friends?

Or any visitors?

She did have a friend.

Um, Sylvie. I think her name was. A stable girl.

And there was a young man, but he was a prisoner of war in Germany. He wrote to

her regularly, though.

Most of the prisoners of the German camps have returned home now.

He hasn't been here.

No. Miss Littleton would have asked me first. She was that sort of girl, very

considerate.

Mrs. Ramsey.

What can you tell me about this?

Isn't that the frame from her bedroom?

It is, yes.

But the photograph is missing.

Do you know who the photograph was of? Did you ever see it?

It wasn't my habit to enter her room, but I did glimpse it. A young man in

uniform. I can't tell you very much more than that. Where do you think it's gone?

Gah! Quite a place, sir.

It certainly is.

To live somewhere like this, you wouldn't even know there's been a war.

It's a dreadful thing to have happened, and I'm very sorry to hear it.

Agnes was a very pleasant girl. I can't imagine anyone would want to hurt her.

But I'm afraid I can't help you, Detective Inspector.

I engaged Miss Littleton nine months ago to help me with a project I'm working

on. And what is that, sir? A history of the Devereaux family. It required a

considerable amount of research.

Been here long, have you, sir?

We were given this land by William the Conqueror.

Miss Littleton worked here for six hours a day. She had excellent shorthand and

she was very diligent. Apart from that, I know nothing about her at all.

What about her family or friends?

Mr Milner, she was my secretary, not my confidante.

And apart from that, I have absolutely nothing more to say.

Joan.

Please excuse me, gentlemen.

Detective Inspector?

I'm very sorry, the way my husband spoke to you just now.

I didn't mean to be rude, but you've come at a very difficult time.

He has a son who's in a great deal of trouble.

Please don't ask me to explain, but you have no idea how it's made him.

And if he spoke offhandedly, then I can only apologize on his behalf.

He has a son? I take it that he's not your son, Mrs. Devereux?

No, I'm Charles's second wife.

He lost his first wife, Caroline, almost 20 years ago.

And Agnes Littleton?

I'm afraid I can't tell you very much about her. We hardly spoke.

She was living with our housekeeper, Mrs. Ramsey.

Mrs. Ramsey works here?

She used to. She's retired.

Miss Littleton had always lived in Brighton, at least for the last few

years. But her house was bombed. She needed somewhere to live, so we

recommended her to Mrs. Ramsey.

Thank you.

The gentleman wants to see prisoner 484.

Hello.

The name's Foyle.

Did they tell you who I am?

I understand you were reluctant to see me. Thank you for agreeing anyway.

Anything to get out of my cell.

Ah, I see.

They tell you why I'm here?

They said you were a policeman.

They want to know about the British Free Corps.

That's about the strength of it, yes.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Well, can you tell me?

I understand why you wouldn't want to talk about it. It's not a very pleasant

subject. But you have agreed to see me.

I have nothing to read. People in here aren't exactly chatty. I don't get many

visitors.

Right.

No family?

I don't want to see my family.

Why would that be?

Listen, there's an understanding that there are various reasons why people are

or have become Nazi sympathizers, and in the case of the members of the British

Free Corps, it seems important to establish to what extent that sympathy

is genuine or to what extent coercion has been involved.

Why did you join?

Are you sorry the Germans lost, that Hitler's dead?

Do you want them to win?

I don't care who won.

Is that really the case?

Thousands of people dead, everywhere burnt out.

Theaters, museums, all rubble.

What difference does it make?

Is this Dresden you're talking about? I understand you're with that.

It was in a lot of places.

Dunkirk as well, I gather.

And served with distinction, according to your men.

So it's very difficult for someone like me to understand why you'd find yourself

in this position and why you choose to die in such a useless way. What makes

you think it's useless?

I was told you wanted to ask me about the British Free Corps. All you've done

is ask questions about me.

I don't know you. I don't need to talk to you.

Please just go away.

You've got me, you've got me, you've got me!

So... Did you get the information you wanted?

Any idea what happened to him in Dresden?

No.

Did you ask?

I shouldn't have thought that was any of my business.

Or yours.

Why are you here?

Mr Deakin, forgive me for asking, are these war injuries?

Yes, they are.

Then I'd understand your difficulty representing somebody on these sort of

charges.

He did speak to me, not a great deal, but enough, and I can tell you that

whatever else he might be, he's not a Nazi sympathizer, nor is he guilty of

treason. And I'd hope to persuade you not to assume his guilt, or indeed to

abandon him to hang.

There are a couple of things I could do to help. If you'd accept the offer, I'd

be pleased.

You're going to have to raise it.

All right.

How's that?

Yeah, keep coming. A bit more.

Good?

Hello. What's going on here?

And who are you, darling?

I'm Sam Stewart.

I don't suppose you live in one of these big houses, do you?

I do, as a matter of fact. That one over there.

Then this is your lucky day.

We want to knock it down.

What do you mean, knock us down?

Yes. Why?

For the access road.

Access to what?

All the shops and houses they're going to be building on the green.

Hastings may need shops and houses, but why build on the green?

I thought you'd be pleased.

I am, I think. I should be delighted, I suppose.

That's exactly what you wanted.

And, of course, they'll pay you compensation.

There's a meeting at the Town Hall tomorrow evening.

That's not much notice.

Well, provided they give you a good offer. How much notice do you need?

Oh, dear.

All problems? I'm afraid so.

In answer to your question, I was with Monty in the Eighth Army.

Tunisia, May 1943.

A place called Majorida.

I'm sorry to hear it.

I'm not asking for sympathy.

A lot of my friends were killed.

I was embelled at home and went back to the bar. There wasn't much else I could

do.

James won't speak to me. He won't speak to any of us. But you've seen him.

I have.

And?

Is there anything that can give us any hope?

Deacon says you believe he may be innocent.

That's right.

Well, do you really think you can find a way through this?

I'm not at all sure. I've just seen him once.

But it's certainly worth the attempt.

What did he tell you?

Very little. But it does seem to me that there's more to the situation than he's

allowing anyone to know.

Jane, I'll talk to Mr. Foyle alone, if you don't mind. Why don't you show

Deacon round the garden?

Yes, of course, dear. Whatever you say.

Shall we?

James was never the same after his mother died.

He was only eight.

Maybe that's what this is all about. She was the only one he confided in.

I loved Caroline more than anyone in the world.

She was everything to me.

But James was more her son than mine, and...

After she died, he drifted away.

Ever any mention of or sympathy with right-wing causes?

No.

He was a model student at Eton and at Sandhurst, a credit to his regiment.

When he was taken prisoner at Dunkirk, I thought I'd lost him.

Now I almost wish I had.

We're one of the oldest families in England, and we have a long history of

service to our country.

My father was at the colonial office. My grandfather served in Salisbury's

administration. I myself was an MP for 30 years.

This unit, the British Free Corps... They're disgusting.

Nothing.

What do you think drove James to join it?

He was a prisoner of war.

He had been for three years.

He was starving and they offered him an alternative to a life behind barbed

wire. He didn't know what he was doing.

I'd have thought that would have been his defence.

Of course it's his defence.

He's not using it.

He's ashamed of himself.

Doesn't appear to be the case.

He's destroying me.

This house, this land, my name, all that I've ever stood for. He's going to bring

it all crashing down.

Mr. Foyle, you told Deacon you could help us, but all you've done so far is

ask a lot of questions. Why exactly are you here?

Caroline Devereaux.

Sometimes I think she never left this house.

It's as if she never died.

So, how did it happen exactly?

Oh, it was a horrible accident.

She was walking over there.

It was late summer.

Deer can be very dangerous at that time of year.

Nobody knows why she got so close to them, but they gored her with their

antlers.

Hello.

All right?

I think so.

Can you come with us? I was going to show Mr Deacon the hide. I'd love to.

Hello, Coach.

It's got a black beak and white patches on its wings.

What do you think it is?

A nightingale.

Let me see.

No, it's a pied flycatcher.

It's come all the way from Africa to be here.

She had it built specially for James.

Does anyone use it anymore?

Well, he wouldn't go near it after she died.

I hope you don't mind me asking, how well do you get on with him?

Well, he was 14 when I married Charles.

He was already at Eton.

But he did what I could.

Tried to be close.

And any sign of any interest in politics, that sort of thing, at that

time? Not that I know of.

I think he did want to become a policeman.

Really? He was very young. I don't think he'd be serious.

So what other interests might he have had?

He used to play the piano.

Ah. He was actually very good.

But there was this business with his piano teacher, a man called Rothman.

Or Rothstein or something.

Anyway, um, he left under a bit of a cloud.

Mm-hmm. And, uh, James lost interest after that and stopped.

Who else might I talk to who, um, knew him as a boy?

There was our old housekeeper, Mrs. Ramsey.

Mm-hmm.

There's been this terrible business.

What's that?

A young woman was found murdered in her house.

Murdered?

I'm sorry. I thought you'd know all about it. Police were only here

yesterday.

My husband's secretary.

She was found strangled.

Dinner, Mr Davarov.

You're still not talkative?

Well... Let's see what we've got for you.

Corned beef hash, beans and mashed potato.

I am sorry.

That was very clumsy of me.

Nazi scum.

Eat it off the floor.

And you better get this cell cleaned up or I'll have you up before the governor.

Not many people here.

Well, they only called the meeting yesterday.

Don't you think that's a bit strange?

No, why?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Please, take your seats.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Michael Harrison, working with Harry Clifton here for the Hastings Planning

Committee. Never heard of it. What good's it ever done?

Ladies and gentlemen, these are the facts. In the last five years, more than

three million houses have been damaged or destroyed.

As a country, we now need to build 750,000 new homes, 7,000 of them here in

Hastings. But it may well be that the Luftwaffe has done us a favour.

We can look on this not as a challenge, but as an opportunity.

Highcliffe Green is an empty space.

even though it's only minutes away from the centre of Hastings.

And here it is again.

The hub of a new development zone, with purpose-built housing, improved traffic

flow, the sense and simplicity of concentric rings.

A new, modern Hastings with a bustling new heart.

But what happens to us? And what about the existing bond damage?

One other time, please.

May I ask where you live, sir?

Gladwell Avenue.

Well, then I congratulate you on your good fortune.

Every resident of Highcliffe Street, Key Street and Gladwell Avenue is going to

be required to move.

But somewhere else.

But we'll be generously compensated. What I'm here to talk

to you about, ladies and gentlemen, is a new start.

I've looked at these old houses.

Many of them are in a state of disrepair.

with outmoded plumbing and electrics.

They're too big and they're expensive to run.

What I want to say to you is, welcome to the future.

Adam Wainwright. I own the guest house, Hill House, on Highcliffe Street.

So you're proposing to buy it, knock it down, and do what exactly?

Yeah, well, Hill House stands on what will be the main thoroughfare to the new

shopping centre, Mr Wainwright.

And this shopping centre, you're going to build that on the green?

That's right.

But the green's always been there. Well, there is no historical significance to

the green. It's just an empty space. No, but it's common land.

Exactly. Isn't it common land?

Well, yes, it is, but I don't think there'd be any great objections.

Brilliant plan.

Isn't it protected, though? Well, I think you're rather overstating its

importance. People would be grazing their animals, though. Sit down.

Let him speak. He's got a point. How much are you going to pay us?

Now, that's the question I'd have asked.

We'll be making valuations in the weeks to come. Hang on.

Are we sure about this? Why do we need a new development? Why can't we just

improve the Hastings we've already got?

You've had your turn. There will, of course, be a full and proper

consultation before any works begin.

You haven't said anything this past half hour.

I'm sorry, Sam.

It's miles away.

We should be celebrating, shouldn't we?

You get the money.

You get short of Hill House, you can start again.

I wasn't thinking about Hill House.

I really like Hastings.

I know I haven't been here long, but... It's just... It's the arrogance of it

all that gets me, Sam.

I mean, look at this green.

It's been here forever.

When William the Conqueror landed, he probably stood right here.

Isn't this what we've been fighting for for the past six years?

England's green and peasant land.

Exactly.

I think we've earned the right to run our own lives, not be pushed around by

some Nazi in a pinstripe suit.

I mean, this is part of the England we've been defending.

Jerry couldn't invade us. They couldn't...

destroyers so why should we let someone like harrison achieve what they didn't

are you going to start a resistance movement yes that's exactly what i'm

going to do well then count me in i'll wave the flag or

the machine gun or whatever perfect

Back again?

With some books.

Decline and Fall.

Seems appropriate.

I like Evie more.

So do I.

And it's not too long. I don't think I should be starting long books.

Thank you.

It's very kind of you. Not at all.

A couple of things have happened since we last met, which may be of interest to

you.

I went to Whitefriars.

I met your father.

Why did you do that?

What's Whitefriars got to do with the British Free Corps?

It would help to know why you joined.

And do you think my father can tell you? He had an opinion.

I'll bet he did.

I also learned that you were very close to your mother.

I wondered what she'd have made of all this.

I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but goose-stepping your way around Dresden

in an SS uniform isn't something that I'd imagine would have endeared you to

her.

I've had enough, Ace.

I'd like to go back to my cell, please.

Sylvie Johnston?

Yeah, that's me.

I'm Detective Inspector Milner, and this is Detective Constable Perkins.

I believe you know Agnes Lift?

Yes, I know Agnes.

Why are you asking?

I'm afraid you're going to have to prepare yourself for some bad news.

Agnes is dead.

Who?

Perkins. Did you... Dead?

I'm sorry.

What happened?

She was found at home. She was living with Mrs.

Ramsey. I know. I went there once.

Agnes was very happy there.

It seems that someone came to the house when she was on her own and attacked

her. She was killed in the bedroom.

Lord.

We have to ask you some questions, but we can come back if you prefer.

I hadn't known her that long.

We met in a pub, got chatting about horses.

She liked them too.

I'd moved down from London. I didn't know anyone, and the two of us became

friends.

Is she really dead?

I'm afraid so.

I wonder if Jack knows.

Jack?

Who's Jack?

Her young man.

She never told me his surname.

Jack.

She was crazy about him.

Photo by the bed, all that sort of thing.

Did you ever see the photograph?

No.

Look, shall I go and tie this up?

What else can you tell me about Jack?

Very much.

She was very secretive about him because he was, you know, he was doing something

kashash overseas.

Do you know where?

Was it France? No, in Germany.

She shouldn't even have told me that, but she mentioned it once. I can't

believe it.

Jack had a friend. He was coming to see her.

What friend?

She didn't say. She just said she'd heard from someone who had news about

Jack. Of course, she was sick with worry about him, but he had news for her and

he was coming down to Brighton and he'd see her.

Well, that was about a week ago.

And she didn't give you the name of this friend?

She never said, no.

So, what's she called, then?

Who? The horse.

It's not a mare.

It's a stallion. Can't you tell?

We bought them on the hill.

We bought them on the streets.

But what was the point if we were going to sell those beaches, those hills and

those fields and those streets?

It's a human interest.

Give a sense of perspective.

Yes.

We bought them on the streets.

But what was the point if we were going to sell those beaches, those hills and

those fields and those streets for the sake of flats and shops we don't even

need?

I can't talk about the family, Mr. Foyle.

I was with them for many years, and anything I might have seen... Well, you

know, it wasn't my place to see anything.

I do understand your discretion, of course, but we must remember that

tomorrow this boy could be sentenced to hang.

It's a terrible thing, him going over to the Germans like that.

Was it a surprise? Of course it was.

He was never like that.

Well, obviously, he was...

He was never the same after the death of his mother. He adored her. We all did.

A happy family, would you say?

They were a family like any other, Mr. Foyle. They had their ups and downs.

What could you tell me about the piano teacher?

Oh, yes, that was a bad business, too.

His name was Rothstein.

Simon Rothstein.

He was a Hebrew.

He was a good man.

That's what I thought.

He stole some of Lady Deborah's jewelry and went to prison.

That was just a few weeks before her own accident.

You see what I'm saying?

James lost the two people who were closest to him, and maybe that was what

turned his head.

Thank you.

St. Charles's secretary was staying here, isn't that right?

Agnes Littleton.

You heard about that?

Mm-hmm.

I'm not sure I can live here now. The house isn't the same anymore.

I'd understand that.

You don't suppose... It couldn't have had anything to do with Master James,

could it? Of course it's possible.

Because I have something that might help you.

I found it when I was going through her laundry and it fell out of a pocket.

Now, that is from her young man. He was a prisoner of war in Germany, and he

wrote regularly.

And this is addressed to a hotel in London.

And that's her handwriting on the envelope.

So she might have been forwarding it, perhaps?

So it would seem.

She ever mentioned this Mr Armstrong?

No, and as far as I know, she never visited London, not while she was with

me.

I was going to pass it on to the detective who was here.

Well, I could do that for you.

What's his name?

My name's Jack Stanford.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

You're a friend of James Devereux? Yes, yes, you're representing him, is that

right? I would do if he'd let me.

Thank you.

James and I were POWs together.

Where? Offlag 79 in Brunswick.

And that would have been before 43?

I knew him later as well.

The British recall?

I'm afraid you're going to have to forgive me. I can't fully explain

myself. Indeed, I must ask you not to mention to anyone that you've met me.

It's a matter of national security.

How can I help you?

Has he said anything?

He's on trial for his life. Has he put forward any defense?

Not at all. He refuses to speak.

Why?

Well, maybe you could tell me.

I knew James very well for a time. I never completely understood him.

Actually, I thought he was dead.

I couldn't believe it when he turned up after Dresden.

Maybe in a way it would have been better if he had died.

Maybe it would.

When does the trial begin?

Tomorrow.

The trial's a formality.

He's pleading guilty.

Oh, well, then there's nothing I can do.

This is from Jack.

Do you know who that is?

Jack was Agnes Littleton's young man, and I presume the man in the photograph

that had been taken from her room.

He was a prisoner of war.

He was written in February.

It took almost six months to arrive.

Well, not surprising given the state of things in Europe.

Doesn't give much away, which I suppose is what you expect with German

censorship.

He wonders when the war will end.

I imagine there were thousands of letters like this written every day. The

thing about the weather, it's raining dogs and cats. Do we normally say it

like that?

No, it should be cats and dogs.

Got it the wrong way around.

Unless he's trying to tell us, I mean. And the date.

Is that unusual, or am I imagining it? We'd normally write it... The other way

around.

10th of February, 1945.

Sir, I appreciate you bringing this to my attention.

I thought I'd take a look at the hotel this is addressed to. Do you mind if I

hang on to this a little longer?

Of course not.

Thank you.

And if there's anything else I can do to help? There is.

Simon Rothstein, piano teacher to the Devereaux's, arrested Beth a long while

ago, but anything he can turn up would help.

I'll check the files.

So, what did he want?

You searched the house and the room.

Agnes's room. Yes.

So why didn't you find the letter?

Which letter?

The letter from Jack.

Agnes's young man. I never saw any letter.

Exactly, Constable.

But if you'd been doing your job properly, you would have found it. So

has he got it? If you're referring to DCS Foyle, yes, he's got it. And he's

going to keep it a while longer.

Mr Foyle is helping us with our inquiries.

I thought we'd left the police.

Constable, if you and I are going to work together, do you think you could

try showing just a modicum of respect?

Of course, sir.

For you or for him.

We've got the mains drainage coming down this right flank to about that point and

then cutting in where it will be terraced, right? And that will service

all areas. You're a bit premature, aren't you?

I'm sorry?

Do you remember me?

No. We met at Town Hall the other evening.

But because I opposed your sordid little scheme, I don't suppose you took a blind

bit of notice? Keep your hair on. Yeah, I remember you. You're, um... Adam

Wainwright. Gladwell Avenue.

Hill House, Highcliffe Street.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr Wainwright, but the meeting's over and I'm busy.

Do you know what I despise about you, Mr Harrison?

It's not that you're changing Hastings. It's not that you have a vision for the

future. No, what I detest about you is your high-handed attitude.

This unshakable belief that you really know what's best. We are consulting with

the Hastings... You don't care about this area, do you?

If this piece of land has history or what it means to the people who live

here, it's all just money to you. Eric, will you ask this gentleman to move on?

No, I will not move on.

I live here. Why don't you move on?

Take care of it.

I have the lawn to you. That's council property.

It is council property. Get off!

Someone call a policeman!

That's enough! Stop it!

Get off me!

What have you done?

Mr. Foyle, what are you doing here?

Sam told me what happened.

Am I in a lot of trouble?

The man, is he... Well, he's all right, as it turns out, but assaulting planning

committee members is perhaps not the wisest thing to be doing.

Are they going to press charges?

No, I'm swearing, Mr. Harrison, that a court case might not be in his best

interest. So I can go?

You can.

Thank you.

How am I going to face Sam?

Good question.

Do you think she'll forgive me?

I don't think you've got too much to worry about.

Mr. Devereux.

Do you remember your Casey, Mr. Carstairs?

Yes, of course. Mr. Devereux.

Let me implore you for one last time.

When we go upstairs, you will be tried for high treason under the Treachery Act

of 1940.

As opposed to offences against the defence regulations of the year before,

there is one critical difference between them.

If you are found guilty, there can be no leeway.

The judge can show you no clemency. Do you understand that?

How long will it take?

If you insist on offering no defence, if you intend to plead guilty, then the

whole thing may be over very quickly. The judge will sentence you, and that

will be that.

No witnesses.

Not unless you enter a defense.

Is my father there?

I believe he's in the public gallery.

Well, thanks for your time, Mr. Deacon, Mr. Carstairs.

I just want it to be over with.

I think it's absolutely splendid.

I didn't know you had it in you.

Didn't you?

You're quite right to show them that we're not going to let them get away

with it.

Don't you agree, sir?

There might be more productive routes.

I must go.

The trouble is, everybody's taking the money.

Because they don't care about the green.

To them, it's just a patch of grass.

Thank you, Mr West.

Thank you. Which green are you talking about?

Our green.

This one?

Yes, the very same. Well, that's not just any old green, isn't it?

Well, no, it's not. They were going to excavate that not so very many years

ago. Some settlement site or another.

Settlement? How do you know about that?

School used to dig up all sorts of stuff there. Pottery, that sort of thing. And

where is it now?

No idea.

Couldn't very well say we're there.

Where? The school.

St Saviour's.

Thank you.

Not at all. Bye.

St Saviour's.

How appropriate.

Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle.

We met in court rather more times than either of us might care to remember.

Now, what is it that brings you here today?

Well, I hope you can tell me what you remember about an old case that needs a

bit of clearing up. A man called Rothstein.

Piano teacher?

Piano teacher?

Simon Rothstein.

Piano teacher to the Devereauxs.

Ah, yes.

Rothstein.

I remember now. Pity theft.

What exactly is your interest in the case?

Well, not so much in the case as the sentence you handed down.

Five years.

With hard labour, which led to his death in prison.

Yes, well, I can't comment on past cases.

It seems the jewellery he's supposed to have stolen was worth only about £50 or

so. Theft is still theft, Foyle. I'd have thought you of all people would

appreciate that.

Well, of course, but even so, five years' hard labour for a first offence

seems unnecessarily harsh.

It was a grave breach of trust.

Here you have a man, a refugee, welcomed into this country and into the home of

one of our most ancient and distinguished families.

How many cases would you say you'd tried over the years?

Must be thousands.

Do you remember them all in such detail, or is it just this one?

I'm not quite sure I like your tone.

No, no, no, I was simply wondering what makes this one so memorable for you.

I've already told you. I greatly admired Sir Charles Devereux. He was an

outstanding MP.

Do you know him?

We may have met.

But I had absolutely no reason not to try that case. The evidence was

indisputable. Charles didn't even appear as a witness.

Charles?

That would be Sir Charles.

And it would help, don't you think, to discount the possibility that Charles in

any way influenced this hugely disproportionate sentence.

I think you should leave now.

I'll see myself out.

James Devereaux, I have read the depositions and the exhibits in this

case, and I am satisfied you knew what you did.

And you did it intentionally and deliberately, in the knowledge that by

becoming a member of the so-called British Free Corps, amounted to high

treason.

But it was a lie.

It was all lies.

He stole nothing.

Wasn't there something about the necklace?

You think he would steal from Lady Deveraux?

He respected her.

He would do anything for her and for her son also.

Rothstein, you must help me. Run, Lady Deveraux, run. He's a warrior from

England, Jack.

What's going on here?

James Devereaux.

You come from a noble family.

One that has long given service to the nation.

But that only casts your transgressions in a harsher light.

You now stand a self-confessed traitor to your king and country.

And you have forfeited your right to live.

But that was the mistake he made, you see.

He got too close to her.

My son knew too many secrets, Mr. Foyle.

That is why he had to be got out of there.

That is why he had to be locked away.

The sentence of this court is that you be taken from here to a place of lawful

execution and hanged from the neck until you are dead.

The Lord have mercy on you, sir.

Amen.

Take him down.

Thank

you,

Mr Bastard.

I wish I could have done something more to help.

You know, I can't help feeling there's something more to this.

I wonder... Sorry.

In

his

summing up, the judge said that he had no alternative but to pass the gravest

sentence of all.

James Devereaux has been able to offer no defense and will now be returned to

his cell to await the hangman.

Afternoon. Can I help you?

I hope so. I wonder, do you have a George Armstrong staying or working

here?

Never heard of him.

Got a letter for him.

No, there's no George Armstrong here.

Who are you?

Name's Spoil.

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

All right.

Never received anything like this before.

No. No, and you're not used as a mailbox or a forwarding address.

Or a hotel, Mr. Foyle, that's all.

You can see for yourself.

Thank you very much.

I can take that for you, if you like.

Why would you want to do that, Mr... Dylan.

It's got our address on it. If someone comes in, I can hand it over. Better

still, if anybody comes in and sends them to me, I'll hand it over.

This is Dylan.

There's something you need to know.

What's this?

It's a radius.

A radius of what?

A radius is a bone in the forearm, my dear.

What else did you find, Miss Longbridge? Oh, coins and pottery.

And we found some lanterns. Some of them are in very good condition.

And this.

It's very old.

But I've never been able to discover what it's for.

I don't suppose we can borrow this? Oh, I don't think so. We'll take very great

care of it.

I suppose so. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I don't suppose you remember a pupil called Christopher Foyle?

Christopher Foyle?

Yes.

Christopher Foyle?

I remember him. Always asking questions.

I often wondered what happened to him.

There were Romans in Hastings. Somebody must have written about it.

Goodbye.

So, where do we start?

Well, there's a museum. Back to the library.

There's a college in Brighton.

I'm going to start.

The kitchen.

Pete!

Well, as I said, sentence to hang.

And when is that likely to happen?

17th.

Devilish quick.

I suppose they want to get it over with.

So, when are you leaving for America?

Same day.

Well...

You did everything you could.

I wonder.

Look here, Mr. Foyle.

Why don't you come clean with me?

I've made some inquiries about you, and frankly, you've misled me. You're not

even a policeman.

Not anymore.

What is your interest in James Devereux?

Well, in the circumstances, whatever interest I may or may not have in him is

irrelevant. In the interest of justice... My concern is as great as I'd

expect yours to be.

The sentence has been passed in a court of law.

It's over.

There's nothing you can do, Mr. Foyle. I disagree.

I mean, it's obviously of no interest to you. It certainly is to me why Sir

Charles's secretary was murdered at the same time as all this was happening.

I'd certainly like to know where Jack is, the prisoner of war who was writing

to her, and why the Devereux's piano teacher was the victim of an obvious

miscarriage of justice and died in prison. So it seems to me there's quite

a lot to be done, and since clearly no one else is going to do it, I will.

Excuse me.

Jack.

I had a young man in the office named Jack a couple of days ago introduce

himself as a friend of James Devereaux. They were POWs together in Germany.

And?

He was very mysterious.

Perhaps I shouldn't be telling you this.

He wanted to help James, but at the same time, he wasn't giving anything away.

I also saw him in court.

Surname?

Stanford.

Thank you.

Mr. Foyle.

Yes. I wonder if you could come with me.

Yes, all right.

Mr. Foyle, please. Ah, Mr. Foyle.

I suppose we ought to apologize to you for bringing you here in this way. No,

not at all. Always a pleasure.

Thank you, Walcott.

I expect you're wondering what this is all about.

Well, intelligence services communicating with prisoners overseas,

perhaps.

You have a letter of ours. I wonder if I could have it.

Ah.

Forgive me, you are?

My name is Brenner.

Now, this is Jack Stanford.

He was with James Devereaux in Offlag 79, and then in Dresden.

How did you do?

How did you do?

This is not actually addressed to you.

Even so, it was intended for my office, Mr. Foyle, and it is quite important.

Well, it's also quite important to the police, since it's turned up as part of

a murder investigation, so any light you could shed on that would be appreciated.

I know you've had dealings with us before, Mr. Foyle, so I'm sure I can

rely on your discretion.

I head up a section here within MI9.

We were established in December 41 to teach evasion and escape techniques to

personnel, as ordinary officers and servicemen heading into action. There

were a series of seminars.

Exactly. We basically taught them how to make a nuisance of themselves if they

got caught by the enemy.

And one vital part of the work was getting information to us behind Jerry's

back. Via?

Coded letters.

POWs would send letters to family and friends, and they then forwarded them on

to us.

How many agents were there? There were hundreds of them all over Europe.

And how did you communicate with them?

We couldn't. By the end of the war, we weren't sure how many of them we had or

who they were.

Our office in Southgate took a direct hit, and many of the records were

destroyed. So we've had to rely on agents like Stanford here to get in

touch with us.

And you were a member of the British Free Corps?

Yes. Yes, it seemed like a good idea. At first, I thought they might amount to

something. My aim was to spread discord, undermine morale, and at the same time

keep MI9 aware of their movements.

Stanford was afforded a remarkable degree of freedom.

And thanks to him, we received a great deal of information about troop

movements, bomb damage, much, much more.

What about James Devereux?

He wasn't like the others, Mr. Foyle.

I knew him before the war. We were at Eton together.

I don't know what he was doing in the Free Corps.

And I'm being completely honest when I say I feel sorry for him.

Is he a traitor?

They all are.

But for different reasons. My feeling about Devereaux is that he was out of

his depth.

Went missing for a very long time after Dresden.

What do you think happened to him?

Bombing of Dresden.

It's dreadful business.

We were in a cafe together when it started.

We got separated in the street. It was dark. There was a lot of panic. I

thought he must have been killed.

The city, the next morning, you've no idea.

So many bodies.

Yes, so you knew Agnes Littleton?

Yes, yes, she was a friend of mine. James introduced us.

As you know, I used her to drop off my letters.

You knew she was dead?

Yes, yes, I read about it in the papers.

Shocking. And were you able to see her after you got back?

No.

The letter, Mr. Foyle.

Oh, yeah.

No need to remind you that it's police evidence.

Of course.

We have absolutely no intention of interfering with any police

investigation. Well, clearly no intention of helping it either.

I don't see it makes much difference.

You're no longer a police officer.

Absolutely right.

It doesn't stop the rest of them investigating.

And I suggest you leave it to them, Mr. Foyle.

This really isn't your affair.

Point taken.

Mr. Isaacson.

Perhaps Mr. Foyle was wrong about the settlement.

Mr. Foyle is never wrong.

So there are three of you now.

Well, Mr. Foyle has kindly agreed to help us with our investigation.

I'd have thought you'd have caught him by this time.

So, why are you here? I told you everything I know the last time.

We wondered what the name Jack might mean to you.

Jack?

Jack Stanford.

She never mentioned him?

No. The name did seem to mean something to you just now. Well, I did know a

Jack, but that was a long time ago.

Go on.

Mrs. Ramsay, I don't suppose you've seen a dark, dangerous-looking adventurer by

the name of Jack Harkaway, have you?

No, Lady Devereux. I've just been cleaning in here.

I see.

Ah.

Now I wonder where he could be hiding.

Wait a minute.

I saw that curtain move.

How about you? I have you, Jack Harkaway, my boy Jack.

Come on, it's lunchtime.

Adventurers must... Jack.

That was her name for him.

She always used to call him.

After the hero in the comic books.

Why do you keep agreeing to see me?

To find out why you keep coming back.

Presumably this time it's to say goodbye.

Far from it.

But I do think it's time we were honest with each other.

Certainly time you were honest with me.

Has Agnes been to see you?

How do you know about her?

Because I know about you, Jack.

Has she been?

No.

Do you know why?

I know what you're doing.

Not at all sure why you're doing it, but it's a tragedy. You haven't been able to

see the consequences.

And I think it's time you stopped.

Because she's dead.

She was strangled at an address in Brighton, an address you'd be very

familiar with.

And you know who did it.

To be perfectly honest, Mr. Wainwright, I don't know why you just can't take the

money like everyone else. Because it's not just a matter of money, Mr.

Harrison. Isn't it?

How many names did you manage to get on that petition of yours?

We got over 200.

200?

The petition is irrelevant.

You're not building on Highcliffe Green because there's evidence of a

settlement. What, because you found a few old coins and broken lanterns? We

never mentioned anything about lanterns.

But I will tell you that we found this.

What is that?

The coins are to pay the ferryman. The lanterns light the way to Hades. And

this, as Mr Huntsville has verified, is a tubulus. They poured honey and wine

through it to feed the dead.

Everything points to there being a major Roman burial site underneath Highcliffe

Green, Mr Harrison.

So no one's going to let you anywhere near it.

Why?

Why did you have to get involved in all that?

Don't you believe in progress?

Progress or profit?

I think I know which one you believe in.

Adam, you were magnificent.

Do you think so?

It's nothing less than a triumph for democracy.

Well, common sense.

And Hell House.

We could have a feast on the green to celebrate.

What do you think?

That's her house.

Not another bomb.

No, wait.

Wait for the fire brigade. What about the guests?

Stay back, Mr. Wainwright!

Mr. West!

Get out of here!

Is there anybody else up there? I don't think so. I don't think so.

Sir!

Mrs. Crawley!

Is he all right?

She's still got a pulse. She's still breathing. Anybody in there?

Anybody here? What the hell are you doing in here? This whole place could

collapse at any moment. It's my hotel.

We've got someone here who's hurt. All right, we'll take over now.

Look, just get out into the street.

Come on, I've got you.

Come on, darling.

Oh, Adam.

I'm sorry.

I don't know, Sam.

I never was cut out to run a hotel anyway.

What do you do now?

That's it.

I thought I might marry you.

What?

I've got no house, no job, no money and no future.

Will you marry me, Sam?

I don't... You'd better hurry up before a war falls on top of us. Come on, you

two, out!

All right, yes, I will.

Please get up.

Do you mean it?

Yes, of course I mean it.

Of course I'll marry you.

Marion, a shot?

Yeah, that's wonderful.

Oh, it's very good news, Sir Charles, with regards to James.

What?

Well, the verdict, that is to say the death penalty, is certain to be

overturned.

Darling, that's wonderful.

That's more than I could have hoped for.

But how? How did this happen?

He decided to speak.

And though there are various procedures to go through in the light of what he

said, he'll be released very soon.

Oh, my goodness.

We're very grateful to you, Mr. Foyle.

The only problem is, you'll now have to account for your part in all this.

I don't understand.

How long had you known Agnes?

I knew her when we were children.

Her father worked on the estate.

We used to play together.

And later?

You wrote to her from Germany?

And she helped pass on coded information that led us to the intelligence services

which you assigned Jack.

How do you know all this?

So you don't deny it.

Why Jack?

My mother used to call me Jack.

It was the name of a character in a story.

I loved as a boy.

Jack.

Hark away.

He joined the British Free Corps to undermine and disrupt it, and used the

freedom of movement it gave him to send reports back to intelligence here.

He's a brave young man.

I knew it.

I knew he couldn't have been a traitor.

Why didn't he say this? Why did it never come out in the trial?

Because he wanted to hang as a traitor.

The codes I used existed in various forms.

The letter you've mentioned was written in 560, for example, which effectively

means you pick out the fifth and sixth word of each line.

And the backward date?

Indicates a concealed code.

Anyone else in the British Free Corps know you were doing this?

Yes, there was.

James. James.

This is yours, I believe.

Agnes Littleton. You never mentioned the girl back home. Give it to me. You take

a devil of a time writing these lessons, you know.

All those notes you make.

If I didn't know you better, James, I'd say you were working on some sort of

code.

Are you, James?

Actually, that would explain a lot of things.

I always wondered what you were doing here, you of all people.

Always asking questions.

First of the bunch to undermine morale.

Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone. I'm your friend. You can trust

me.

But you're a sly old bugger, aren't you?

He worked it all out for himself.

I didn't need to say anything.

Jack Stanford, I'm arresting you for the murder of Agnes Littleton.

You don't have to say anything, but anything you do say may be taken down

and used in evidence against you.

Oh. Well, that's a bit annoying, I must say.

I really thought I might get away with it.

End of the war, all the confusion.

Lost records, all the rest of it.

I don't understand.

The letters that you were receiving from Germany weren't from Jack Stanford.

They were from James Devereux, using a childhood nickname.

When Stanford found out that James had gone missing, presumed dead, in Dresden,

he took over his identity to save his own neck. Is this true?

I thought he was dead.

It was just a coincidence that he was using my name, so I thought, why not

give it a shot?

What about this girl? Why would she have to die?

She was the only one who knew the letters had been written by James.

As soon as the trial began, she would have come forward.

So he killed her?

The moment that James was arrested and brought home, it was a death sentence

for her.

Stamford couldn't let her talk.

There was only one thing to do.

You took the photograph of James Devereux with you. The one thing that

would have still identified him as her boyfriend and the real author of the

letters.

You're a murderer and a traitor.

Actually, I only joined the British Free Corps because I was bored and hungry.

I'd had three years as a POW.

Always knew the whole thing would be a complete lash-up.

Why do you find this so funny? I was just thinking about what you said.

Murderer and a traitor.

I suppose it's a shame they can't hang me twice.

So, this man Stanford was the real traitor.

But why did my son let him get away with it? Why didn't he speak out?

Well, at the time, he was unaware of Stanford's involvement.

None of this tells us why he put himself in that position in the first place. I

don't understand.

Why would he want to die?

Well, there are those far more qualified than myself to explain this sort of

thing, but as far as I understand it, he went missing as a result of the severe

nervous collapse he experienced during the Dresden bombing, itself compounded

by the suppressed traumas suffered in his childhood.

Would we be talking about the death of his mother?

Would we?

Why was it so very important for your father to be at the trial when you

refused to even see or speak to him before it?

And why would he believe that you want to punish him?

Because it's true.

He needs to be punished.

Because of your mother.

Knew her I Was injured in the first war not

very badly, but I was young alone frightened She was a volunteer

nurse Your mother was beautiful

She was married to my father at the time.

Yes.

I can tell you that she was desperately unhappy with the life she was leading,

at her happiest when he was away, but chose

to pursue that life for the sake of the child she was carrying.

The accident that killed her was just dreadful.

I was very unhappy to hear that she died. It wasn't an accident.

They'd had a terrible argument.

Something about Simon, my El Piaro teacher.

I was in the hide.

He didn't steal anything.

You had him sent to prison because he was my friend.

Because he knew how you treated me. He's a Jew. He's nothing.

You make me sick, Charles.

I'm leaving you.

You won't leave me. How will you stop me?

I'll tell the whole world what sort of man you are.

Get out of my way.

You will not leave me.

I will stop you.

I will.

Dear God, Charles.

You always said you loved her.

Charles.

I couldn't let her walk out on me.

My family doesn't divorce.

It's never happened.

So you killed her?

And James saw it all.

Poor little boy.

This way, sir.

Thank you once again, sir.

Well, not at all, thank you.

I can't take the credit for the arrest.

Aye, I don't see why not.

So, this is goodbye.

Yeah, looks like it.

You're on your own now.

He's got me, sir.

Precisely.

Good luck.

What will happen to me now?

Well, I tell you, you'll be released.

It may take a day or two.

And I'll be away for a while, but...

As soon as I'm back, if there's anything I can do to help.

Thank you, sir.

Christopher,

I'm so sorry.

I can't see you again, and I want you to promise that you'll never, ever try to

contact me again, whatever happens.

Now I have to think about the child so I'm going back to Charles There's no

other way you don't know him Please for the sake of everything we've been to one

another please Forget me

Thank you.

Happy to drive you, sir.

One last time?

I do.

Let me know what's going to happen.

As soon as possible.

And I'll do my best to get back in time.

All the relatives are fighting over which church to have the ceremony in.

Of course, it doesn't help having four vicars and a bishop in the family.

And then what?

Oh, I'm thinking of getting into politics.

Business over the green has given me a taste for it.

We're going to have lots of children and spoil them all rotten.

I'm very pleased to hear that.

I'm gonna go see my kids, you know.

Send us a postcard, sir.

I will.

Good luck!

Come on, man, let's go.