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Simon.

Good morning, Mark.

How are you?

Just missed the quack.

No change, I'm afraid.

But you are going to be all right.

Apart from being blind, you mean. You shouldn't have done it. Oh, it's only

temporary, Mark. I'll be fine.

What about the new test?

We're going ahead now.

Halliday in charge?

Yes.

He's got no bloody idea what he's doing.

Do be careful, won't you?

You're a fine one to speak.

Just keep an eye on him.

Wind direction? South-southeast.

That's perfect, then. Let's get on with it. Captain, I really think this is

not... I have my orders, Wilcox.

So do you.

You have to do the honours.

Ready.

Thank you.

So how's your new billet?

Well, it's better than the old one.

We're staying in this Duke's place.

I've never seen any place so big in my life.

Or so damp.

Well, it rained a lot last month.

Yeah, well, it looks like it rained a lot the last thousand years.

I have to tell you, I can't wait to get back to California.

Do you mean that?

Well, war can't last forever.

I mean, especially now that we're here.

You know, everything that's happening in France, and things aren't looking too

good for Rommel in Africa, and it looks like things might work out in Dieppe.

I'm telling you, it's not going to last much longer.

And then you'll shove off home. You bet.

Oh, man, I'm on the first boat out of here.

Provided that is that you come with me.

Me.

Come on, Sam.

You know how I feel about you.

You've only known me a short while.

Well, the best while of my life.

Come on, you've been cold and damp and miserable.

Yeah, cold and damp and miserable.

More than a little grateful to the Jerrys.

Because without them, I'd never have met you.

Jerry. I mean it.

I want you to marry me.

I want you to come home with me. I want you to meet my family. You got to meet

my mom.

She's going to love you.

I want you to have kids with me.

And I want to never let you go.

Is this a proposal?

Well, I suppose it is.

You want me to do it properly?

No. Oh, well, it's too late.

God.

Will you marry me, Sam?

Wait, wait, wait.

I don't have a ring.

Okay.

The seashell will have to do, right?

You're the most beautiful girl I ever met.

And I want to marry you.

What do you say?

Get help, Joe. No.

Not until you give me an answer.

Is that a yes or a no?

Morning, sir.

Morning.

What, um... Oh, orders from the assistant commissioner, sir.

Forget the spivs, the racketeers and all the rest of it. What really matters is

these new fuel targets.

Light bulbs.

I see.

Well, you won't for much longer.

They're meant to be taking out half the lights in the building.

So far, we're up to 40.

Couldn't we just not turn them on?

Need the bulb, sir.

Oh, right.

Right.

Tried my office?

I wouldn't go in without your say-so, sir. But if you can help... I'll take a

look. Afraid that's not the end of it, sir.

From now on, the canteen will only be serving hot food three times a week.

So we can look forward to spam sandwiches all round.

Wonderful.

Mr Milner.

Young lady to see you.

Edith.

Edith Asford.

Yes.

You are still Miss Asford? Yes, I'm not married.

God, I haven't seen you for, what, eight years?

Nearly ten, I think.

I heard you were in the forces.

Yes, I was.

And then you came here.

You always said you wanted to be a detective.

I did.

I didn't know whether to come or not.

But the truth is I didn't have anyone else to turn to.

Why, are you in trouble?

No, not me.

My brother.

Martin. I didn't know if you'd remember him.

Of course I would. He was the smallest boy in school.

He was only, what, six or seven? He was just starting when I left.

You were very kind to him.

That's one of the reasons I thought of you.

Why? What's happened to him?

He's been arrested.

He's been accused of murder.

My brother would never hurt anyone.

I mean...

That's one of the reasons he refused to fight.

He's a Quaker, a conscientious objector.

That hasn't stopped him doing his bit.

He's done fire-watching and ambulance driving.

Now he's helping down at Fox Hall Farm.

Well, I'm not entirely familiar with the circumstances here, but I gather it's

this war hero that your brother's accused of murdering, is that right?

Tom Jenkins.

Royal Navy, serving on the Navarino.

Part of the convoy that was sunk last month.

Martin didn't kill him.

I understand he was arrested very shortly afterwards?

Wrongfully arrested.

You've spoken to him?

That's the trouble.

He won't talk to me.

He won't talk to anyone.

Which might suggest he's not quite as innocent as you believe him to be. I

know Martin didn't do it.

He's three years younger than me.

I've looked after him all my life. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him.

I know him, and I know he wouldn't do this.

I'm begging you to help.

Would you talk to him?

Well, if he's not talking to anyone, what makes you think he'll talk to us?

Well, he knew Paul.

I mean, Mr Milner.

We were close once, the two of us, and he knew.

Well, this might not be quite as easy as you think.

Martin was arrested further down the coast at Hive. That's not in our

jurisdiction. But you must know people.

There's a policeman called Fielding, DCS Fielding.

Can't you talk to him?

Please.

I've got no one else to turn to.

Please, tell me at least you'll try.

I'm leaving then.

Where are you going?

I had a call from Brian Jones.

Something's wrong with his cattle, so I'm going down to Poxhall.

You could come if you like.

No.

So what are you going to do?

I don't know, Dad.

You're just going to mope around here all day?

I don't know, Dad.

Maybe I'll go out for a walk.

Don't worry about me.

I'll see you then.

We made it then.

I said 10 o'clock, didn't I?

So where are they?

This way.

Come, Moop.

Come and get them.

So what is it then?

I'm not sure.

Well, that's not very good.

I'd say it's some sort of flu.

Not flu.

Well, we don't know that.

Don't know anything very much, Ted.

And you said they all got it at the same time? Within 24 hours.

It's unusual, a whole herd being affected like this. A herd? There's only

six of them.

Well, let me look at the samples and I'll get back to you.

All right.

You haven't had any other animals here, have you? No one passing through,

anything like that?

Visitors? She's very sick.

I can see that.

You're unusually quiet.

Yes, sir.

Does that mean you're thinking?

Yes, sir.

Need any help?

No, thank you.

I just have to make up my mind about something and it's rather awkward.

I feel as though I've come to a crossroads and I'm afraid of making the

wrong turn.

Well, we just have.

We should have gone that way. Hind is left.

Oh.

Sorry.

Someone get a stretcher for heaven's sake.

Why isn't it here?

Yes, sir.

Foyle, what are you doing here?

Well, they told me over the station this is where I'd find you. Who did you speak

to? Henderson?

And he suggested you walk into the middle of a murder investigation without

so much as a by your leave?

When did you find her?

Ten minutes ago.

Well, then he wouldn't have known what he was sending me into, would he?

You know her?

Who's she? Her name's Joan Chaplin.

Prostitute. She works down the docks in Dover.

Or Euston.

Stupid, bloody waste of life.

All right, get her out of there.

Where the hell have you been?

Well, if you're not interested in her, what can I do for you?

Martin Ashford? Oh, another murder case.

Local lad. Lives up your way.

Killing took place down here. What do you want him for?

I don't. It's just as a personal connection. The sergeant here knows his

sister.

What's your name?

Milner, sir. I see, Milner. So you know his sister.

Are you close?

We were childhood friends.

She came to me because she believes Martin is innocent.

You want to reinvestigate the case?

I won't put it like that, exactly.

You've got nothing better to do than to come down here and rake over old ground.

Far from it. I just wanted your opinion. I wondered if Nola's connection here

might be useful, if only to reassure the sister. But if you don't want us under

your feet, I quite understand.

It's getting a bit nippy.

There's a wind that gets on my chest.

Do you mind if we talk inside?

Just the two of us?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I haven't seen you for the best part of two years and you walk in here and you

show me up in front of my own men. I haven't done anything of the sort. Look,

I spoke to Edith Ashford not once but several times.

She gave me all that stuff about her brother's innocence.

Well, I didn't trust her. I didn't believe her. And frankly, I'm surprised

that you do.

Now, let me give you the facts.

Thomas Jenkins and Martin Ashford argued publicly and violently, and then they

arranged to meet that evening on the beach to settle their differences.

That's where Jenkins was killed.

We know that Ashford was there.

He claims that he came upon the body and that Jenkins had been stabbed by some

sort of knife.

Well, it took us a while to find it, and the MO's still trying to work out what

it is. But I'll tell you where we found it. It was half buried in woodland, not

200 yards from where Martin Ashford lived.

It's pretty straightforward.

I didn't find any fingerprints. It had been wiped clean. But we did find

bloodstains on Ashford's clothing and it matched those of the dead man.

He didn't confess.

He hasn't denied it either.

Which more or less adds up to the same thing.

So, there you have it.

Pretty straightforward.

I agree.

Now, would you tell me what gives you the right to drive over here and

question my judgement?

Not my intention.

No?

No. I told you I don't know anything about this apart from what the sister

has told me. I came over here to ask if you as a friend would mind me speaking

to the man, to put her mind at rest, even if it meant explaining to her that

you're right and he's guilty. But as you say, at the same time, he hasn't

confessed, so it's possible I could help.

As a friend.

As a friend.

Do you remember me, Martin?

No.

Paul Milner.

We were at school together about ten years ago.

Your sister Edith came to see us.

Why? Because she wants us to help you.

You can't help me.

Martin, did you kill Tom Jenkins?

No.

But you were there with him on the beach.

Why won't you talk to us?

I've got nothing to say.

Your sister thinks you're innocent.

She believes in you.

I'd say at the very least you owe it to her to talk to us.

What rank are you, Milner?

I'm a sergeant.

Well, Sergeant Milner, I don't care what Eda thinks, and I don't know why you've

come here, but I've just told you.

I've got nothing to say.

Someone perhaps that you're... protecting?

Some... Argument with Jenkins.

What was that about?

The war.

You're a pacifist, aren't you?

That's not why he called me.

What did he call you?

Well, whatever it was, no good reason to kill him, as far as I'm concerned.

I didn't kill him.

Do you know who did?

You're working on a farm, is that right?

Why are you asking me?

It's all in the report.

Well your sister doesn't believe the report. She doesn't know anything.

Neither do you.

I just want you to leave me alone.

Edith. Paul.

Have you seen him?

Have you seen Martin?

Yes. We spoke to him earlier.

And? I'm afraid he didn't have very much to say.

But we're still looking into it.

How did you find me here?

I saw where you worked. It's in the report.

And I thought it would be nice to speak to you again after all this time.

Well, I'm absolutely famished.

You can take me out for tea.

The Russians are losing, aren't they?

The Germans have taken Sebastopol.

And that other place.

I can never remember the names.

They say Stalingrad will be next.

Looks as if Joe's finished.

I'm sure it's not all bad news.

Africa's going our way.

I just want the war to be over.

It's so awful.

We get a lot of sailors in.

And merchant seamen.

They're burned.

And they're half drowned.

It's horrible, the things that have happened to them.

When did you become a nurse?

Before the war.

My mother was sister in charge at the same hospital.

Yes, I remember.

And you went straight into the police?

More or less, yeah.

I remember you after school.

You were always playing bulldog drum and sniffing around in people's back

gardens. The lindens at number 27.

You were convinced they were Bolsheviks.

Was I?

And Martin used to keep lookout for me.

He didn't do it, Paul.

You believe me, don't you?

Mr. Four thinks he might be protecting someone.

Edie, can you tell me if anyone he might be involved with?

No.

Are you sure?

Of course I am.

Then why won't he talk?

Is that why you asked me out?

To question me?

No.

I wanted to see you again.

Tell me about California.

I have no idea what it's like.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Oranges and movie stars.

Everybody in huge cars. Sure.

Even Lassie has his own limousine.

Tell me about the street where you live.

No. I don't want to talk about it.

I haven't been home in nine months.

Why so long? They trained us in Fort Benning, Virginia, and they shipped us

out here.

Have you spoken to your parents?

They give us six minutes a week.

War is hell, right?

Hey, let's get a nice soda.

You'll be lucky.

We haven't had ice cream here since 1940.

And none of the pubs are open, so don't ask for a beer. I love this country, you

know? Everything about it is so... What?

Impossible.

So have you thought about what I asked you?

Of course I have.

I haven't thought about anything else.

And?

You know, I'm very fond of you, Joe.

But I hardly know you.

My mother would have a fit if I just upped and left without even introducing

you first.

Well, we could get a horse and buggy and have a dance and invite all the

neighbors.

You've been reading too much Jane Austen.

Yeah, well, I would be exceedingly obliged, Miss Stewart, if you would be

the next Mrs.

Farnetti. Stop.

Well, is it a yes or a no?

I don't know.

You'll have to give me more time, I'm afraid.

Well, you can have all the time you want.

Good.

Yeah? Sir?

Is he after yours as well? Yes, sir. He's got two of mine.

What's he do with them? I have no idea.

Read that?

Yes, sir, last night. And?

I have to admit, DCS Fielding is right. It does look pretty cut and dried.

Thomas Stephen Jenkins, age 26.

He was a fisherman before the war.

He joined the Navy and was a petty officer on convoy duty on the Navarino

when it was sunk just off the Kola Peninsula.

He was awarded the DSM.

He managed to break down a burning door, shut the hinges off, got 12 men up to

safety. They would have died if it wasn't for him.

After that, he jumped overboard and spent six hours in freezing water.

He only survived because he managed to cling to a piece of wreckage.

If you ask me, he deserved a medal for that alone.

He's married. His wife is Elsie Jenkins, aged 23.

They have one child, a boy of 18 months.

What about Martin Ashford?

Single. Unattached, as far as we know.

He used to work with Jenkins before the war.

The two of them argued the evening Jenkins got back from the palace.

Not gonna join us?

To be fair to Jenkins, he was drunk.

See that, Martin?

That was given to me by the king.

Now, are you going to buy me a drink?

You've had enough.

Are you ashamed to drink with me?

I understand that.

I mean, what have you ever done for the war?

Bloody conch shit.

Leave him, Tony. Leave him? Why should I leave him?

You know, all those years I knew you, I never put you down as a coward.

You're drunk.

And in the morning I'll be sober.

And you'll still be a bloody coward. You don't know anything about me. Half of my

friends are dead.

They drowned.

They burned.

You, you skulking away up at Foxhall Farm as if the war's got nothing to do

with you.

If everyone was like you, Jetty had been here years ago. Tom!

Come on, Martin.

Let's go home. You may have a medal, Tom Jenkins, but I know you for what you

are. I don't give a damn about you.

You want to step outside?

I'll meet you.

Any time, anywhere.

I'm not afraid of you.

All right, then.

Midnight tonight.

Down by the boat on the beach. You and me. Don't be silly.

You don't have any reason to fight.

I'm giving you a big sister to look after you.

That's brave.

I'll meet you. No.

You heard what he called me. It doesn't matter.

I'm not a coward. Just forget it, Tom.

Come and have another drink.

I'm waiting for an answer.

You want someone to take you down to size? I'll do it.

I'm fed up with you, Jenkins.

We all are.

I'm fed up with you, Jenkins.

We all are.

Half a dozen people heard him say it.

Not exactly proof of his guilt, though, is it?

No, I agree.

Jenkins regularly accuse him of cowardice, or did this argument come out

of nothing?

Well, sir, they were both very drunk.

So they met.

Yes.

Martin Ashford left Foxhall Farm just after 11 o'clock.

He was carrying something. It may have been a knife.

He was seen leaving by the farmer, a man called Brian Jones.

He happens to be Thomas Jenkins' father-in-law.

Elsie Jenkins is his daughter.

We know that Thomas Jenkins was on the beach at about 11.15.

He was seen by a warden on his way home.

As to what happened next...

So you turned up now there's a surprise

According

to

the police doctor the knife or whatever it was Entered between the third and

fourth rib slanting upwards into the heart.

It's very precise Could have been someone with medical knowledge.

And the evidence against Ashford, again, in a nutshell, is?

He was seen running away from the beach.

Jenkins' blood was found later on his clothes.

And the weapon was found in the woodland at Foxhall Farm.

Right. Doesn't look too good, does it, sir?

Sure you want to go on with this?

Yes.

Sorry to disturb you, gentlemen.

I thought you might like to look at this.

When they said they were moving me out of London, I never expected anything

like it.

It's like something out of the Wild West.

Kettle rustling.

Six animals were taken while the farmer was in Hastings.

Do you want me to send someone up there?

No, we'll look into it. Thank you. Whatever you say, sir.

Are they for me?

Certainly are.

Well done, sir.

What's he doing with them?

Foxhole Farm.

Where's Sam?

You took your

time.

I'm sorry?

I was in Hastings yesterday, and I couldn't have been there more than a few

hours. And here's something you need to know.

There was a car parked as I left. There were two men in it. Now I get to

thinking about it, I get the feeling they were watching me.

They were waiting for me to leave. Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. I'm not here about

your livestock.

I thought you were the police.

Yes, this is about the death of Mr. Jenkins.

What? You're here about Ashford?

That's right. He worked here.

He helped out. He had a room.

What more do you want to know?

He was quiet.

He was a very good worker. He kept himself to himself, really.

You saw him leaving that night with some knife or other, apparently?

He was carrying something long and narrow.

I don't know what it was. It was dark.

But, um, Thomas Jenkins, your son-in-law, is that right?

Yes. Did you get on with him?

Look, I've just had six head of cattle lifted from me in broad daylight.

Jenkins is dead. Ashford's in jail. What more do you need?

Did you get on with him?

Of course I got on with him. He was married to my daughter.

You don't seem very affected by the, uh...

Death of your son-in-law, if you don't mind me saying.

You don't know what I feel, Mr. Foyle, and I'm not going to tell you.

Jenkins died out there on that beach, I suppose, because somebody had a grudge

against him. That's all there is to it. Now, what I'd like to know is, what are

you going to do about my cows?

Who are you? What do you want? My name is Leonard Cartwright.

Yes. The desk sergeant told me.

I served with Tom Jenkins on the Navarino. Well, that's very nice for

you, Mr Cartwright.

But have you brought me any new information?

Are you the officer in charge of the murder investigation?

Yes.

Well, you're the one who arrested Martin Ashford.

Mm-hmm. Well, you've made a mistake.

Have I? Please, Mr Fielding, hear me out.

I owe my life to Tom Jenkins.

You know, he was decorated for bravery.

I was one of the people that he saved.

Go on.

I was floating in the water after we'd been torpedoed, and he helped me onto a

raft. If he hadn't have done that, I'd have frozen to death.

I'd imagine then that you'd have every interest in wanting his killer brought

to justice. That's exactly the point, yes, of course.

But the thing is, you see, I know Martin Ashford.

I mean, Hyde is a small place.

Everyone knows everyone.

And I know he couldn't possibly have committed this crime.

Were you with him at midnight on August 5th? No.

Well, were you on the beach?

Did you see who did it?

No.

Ashford and I are both Quakers.

We went to the same meeting house.

You fought?

Yes, I gave up my religion when the war began with what was happening in the

world. It just didn't seem relevant anymore.

But he didn't. He's a pacifist.

Surely you can see what that means.

He doesn't have it in him to kill.

Thank you for coming in, Mr Cartwright.

You haven't listened to me.

It doesn't matter what I just said. I have listened to you.

You're wasting my time.

Six cars gone, disappeared into thin air.

No one cares. I think it's a disgrace.

There's a war on them, not just cattle. They're a vital resource.

I understand.

This place certainly attracts a lot of traffic.

What are we talking about? Do you know who that is?

Who?

Is that the car you've been talking about?

It might be.

Thank you.

Can you see that number?

BKR 721, sir. Hold on.

Oh, it could have been 712. I'm not sure.

It's helpful.

Check them both.

You alright? What have you done?

Just a scratch, sir.

Nothing.

Thank you for seeing me.

Are doors always open, Wilcox?

How's Higgins?

No change, I'm afraid.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, Captain Halliday, it's about this business at Foxhall Farm. Oh, yeah.

Yes, I've seen the results of the test.

Four of the animals were infected. Four out of the six, yes. That's unfortunate.

It's a little more than that, I think. So, what have you done with them?

We burned them. Good.

But the farm may still be infected.

Well, he had only the six cattle. He had chickens, dogs, God knows what else. But

that's not the point.

There are people there, too. I think we need to warn them.

That's out of the question.

Unless you want to start a flap across the entire south coast. You don't think

that will happen anyway?

The situation's under control, Wilcox. That's all that matters for the moment.

I'm sorry, sir. I don't agree.

This whole thing only started because of complete incompetence right at the

beginning. I think you should be careful what you say.

I am your commanding officer.

Look, there's no need for us to fall out over this. We're on the same side. We

both have the same aims.

We're keeping an eye on Foxhall.

And although I grant you we may have made a mistake, it looks as if we got

away with it.

Terrible about Higgins.

Is he going to be all right?

I'll let you know.

Sir.

Mrs. Jenkins?

Yes? I'm a police officer. Can I have a word?

You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Foyle. I'm not feeling at all myself.

I think I've picked up a summer cold.

You're on your own here?

I've sent Danny away.

He's my son.

He's staying with my mum.

Have you seen the doctor?

No, it'll pass.

How can I help you?

about Tom, isn't it?

It is, yes.

Have you found the man who did it?

Well, a man's been arrested.

Martin Ashford didn't kill my husband. I told the other policeman that.

I know him.

His sister's a friend of mine, a good friend. I've known her all my life.

Look, I was there when they had that stupid row in the King's Arms.

It was all Tom's fault.

He'd had a bit too much to drink and he could be like that sometimes.

Didn't Ashford threaten him?

Not really.

If anything, it was the other way round.

But neither of them meant anything by it. That's what I'm trying to tell you.

It was all just talk.

Tell me about your husband.

He was very good to me.

Kind, generous.

Did you go to the palace with him?

Of course I did. They say that 12 men were saved thanks to him. I was very

proud.

I'm sorry, Mr. Foyle. I think I need to lie down.

Yes, I understand.

I'm used to seeing a doctor.

Thank you.

Bye.

Mr. Foyle!

You have Chief Superintendent Fielding waiting for you, sir. I put him in your

office. Thank you.

Not the most friendly of chaps, I wouldn't have said.

Well, neither am I.

Just tipping you the wink, sir, if you catch my drift. I understand.

Sir, the car you saw outside Foxhall Farm belongs to a man called Henry

Stiles. Anything on?

Nothing on record.

Might be a government connection.

There aren't many private cars around now they've abolished a basic petrol

ration. You get an address?

He's here in Hastings. Good.

Evening.

Haven't been here for a very long time, man.

No, you, um... You should drop in a lot more of it.

Drink? What have you got?

Well, half an inch of scotch.

I'll take it.

Thought you might.

I wanted to know how the investigation's going.

Do you still think I've got the wrong man?

Did I say that?

No, I told you exactly how I got involved and, quite frankly, I'm

beginning to regret it.

Why?

Well, it's clearly irritated you.

You still haven't answered the question.

Do I still think you've got the wrong man?

Well, sit down.

There's certainly one or two things about it that strike me as odd.

Yes?

No one seems to give a damn about the murdered war hero. They're all far too

concerned about it not being Martin Ashford who did it. That's true.

The father-in-law, the wife.

They said the same when I spoke to them.

I was with the wife earlier, Jenkins's wife.

Not a photograph of her husband to be seen.

Well, it's too painful.

She can't bear to see him.

Perhaps.

You're going to stick with it?

Would you rather I stopped?

I'm retiring, you know.

I didn't know.

End of the year.

I'm fed up with it, if you want the truth.

Fed up with the whole thing.

I've been in this job too long.

20 odd years, same as you.

I don't see the point anymore.

So it's time to go.

I thought you might like this.

It's the murder weapon.

It's called a trocar.

Vets use them on cattle.

Do we know any vets?

I had a visit earlier today from a young man called Leonard Cartwright.

He served with Jenkins on the Navarino, and he's saying exactly the same thing.

Jenkins was a good man, but Ashford didn't kill him.

I've got it wrong.

And his father's a vet.

Mr. Foyle. Good evening. You waiting for Sam?

Yes, sir. He was supposed to be seeing a movie, but...

We're going to be late.

What are you going to see?

Saboteur. I would have preferred a comedy, but Sam Lake's a good mystery.

I've noticed.

Joe. Hey.

We're going to be late.

Are you all right?

No, I'm not.

Joe, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to stand you up. I feel rotten.

I think I've got flu.

Let me walk you home.

It's all right. I'll drive Mr. Paul home, then I'll drive myself.

You all right to drive?

Absolutely. Well, then drive yourself home and go to bed. I'll walk.

Are you sure, sir?

Of course.

Joe, I... It's okay. Don't worry about it.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Which way are you going?

We're making good progress. Now, with the weather clearing up, it helps that

the locals have stopped shooting at us.

So you're getting used to the English?

I don't know if I'll ever do that, sir.

You know, one of these days I'm going to come back here and open a business

selling heating and plumbing appliances.

I think I'll make a fortune.

People being kind to you? Yes.

Very kind to us, sir.

I should tell you, sir, my intentions towards Miss Stewart are completely

honorable.

Well, you don't need to tell me that.

Her father might be interested, though.

Well, the way she talks about you sometimes, you can almost be her father.

Wow. She very much admires you, sir.

Yeah.

So you've been seeing a lot of each other, yeah?

I've asked her to marry me.

Right.

The crossroads.

She hasn't given me an answer, but... Well, the very best to both of you,

whatever she decides.

Thank you, sir.

This is me.

I'd better get back to base. Right. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye.

Good evening, Christopher.

Did you get the book? I did, thank you.

Doctor, how is Mrs Jenkins?

Do you know her? She's a friend of mine.

She is not at all well, I'm afraid.

She didn't look well when I saw her this morning.

She said she had a cold.

What's wrong?

At this stage, I can't be sure.

Emphysema, perhaps.

I'll examine her again in the morning.

Has her father been to see her?

He spent an hour with her this afternoon.

He's worried sick, poor man.

I can't blame him.

I wish I knew what was wrong with that, but I've never seen anything like it

before. Can I see her?

Two minutes.

No more.

I've come to see Miss Jenkins.

Elsie?

Can you hear me?

Edie. They only told me just now you were here.

Have you seen him?

Who?

Martin. Well, don't worry about him, Elsie. Not now.

Where's Danny?

With my mum.

I'm so ill.

I don't know. I can't breathe.

You're going to be fine.

I've spoken to the doctor.

He's going to have another look at you tomorrow.

I'm fine.

Don't be.

I'll stay with you.

What is it, Edie?

What's wrong with me?

It's flu.

It's nothing.

It's nothing serious.

Miss Stewart didn't sound at all good this morning, sir. Very under the

weather. I told her not to worry about anything.

Suits me to get out from behind a desk once in a while.

Settling in?

Not really.

It's a bit too quiet down here if you want the truth.

But there you go.

Next left.

Yes, of course I heard about the death of Tom Jenkins.

It's dreadful business, but I'm not sure how I can help you.

You recognise this?

Well, yes, of course it's a... It's a troker.

Hang on.

It's mine.

Or it damn well looks like it. I lost it weeks ago. Where did you find it?

I'm afraid it was used to kill Tom Jenkins.

No.

Where did you last see it?

I don't know.

I suppose it would have been Foxhall Farm, Brian Jones's place. One of his

cows had bloat.

A few days later, I noticed it wasn't in my bag.

Len!

This is the police officer. He's asking questions about Tom.

This is my son.

How is he? Hello.

Are you, uh, Rum and Navarino together, I gather?

Yes. Who told you?

Is that how you got that?

Uh, yes, it, uh, it happened when we went down.

How did it happen?

Uh, the piece of shrapnel, I think I... I don't really know. It was all a bit of

a mess.

Dem, you don't have to talk about it. It's all right, Dad. I want to.

We set off from Iceland, heading north.

We're on Dem's duty, assigned to protect merchant ships.

30 ships.

Convoy PQ-17.

We were heading from Amansk, but the...

Well, the Jerrys rout us more or less at once.

And, um... We managed to keep them off for a while, but... On the third day,

they hit us.

A Yank ship.

The Christopher Newport was one of the first to go down. I, uh... I saw it.

I didn't realise it would be next.

It was late in the day and a whole bunch of planes just came at us, firing God

knows how many torpedoes, one of which hit the Navarino.

I managed to make my way onto the deck.

Tom had been on the bridge.

And the next thing I knew, I was in the water and it was

dark and it was cold, ice cold.

I've... I've never been so cold.

They said that you could last half an hour in the water if... Well, if you

weren't pulled out after that, you'd freeze to death.

Um... And Tom... Tom found me.

He managed to get me onto a life raft and, uh... Well, that was that.

You mentioned that to the police?

Oh, yes, to Superintendent Fielding. Mm-hm.

We want to know who killed Tom. We all do.

But at the same time, I know it can't have been Martin. I mean, it just

doesn't make sense.

Excuse me. I understand you have a patient here. A young woman from Foxhall

Farm. I don't... Elsie Jenkins?

Oh, yes. She works on a farm, I believe. She lives in Hyth. I wonder if I might

be able to see her.

Are you a relative?

A friend.

I'm afraid she's not well enough to see anyone at the moment. Can I at least

look in on her just for a moment? It is very important.

I'm sorry, I've just explained.

Mrs Jenkins is too ill to see anyone.

Here we are, sir.

He rents this place, doesn't he?

Yes, sir. Just the ground floor.

Good morning. Mr. Stiles?

Yes? I wonder if we could have a word from the police?

Check the back, sir.

Hold on, you!

Well, he got away. Wasn't expecting... Are

you hurt?

Just my pride, sir.

Sorry, I'm a bit off my patch.

Yeah, it's a bit quiet here, isn't it? Where did he come from?

The back door.

Writer? Journalist, perhaps?

I'll check the local papers.

Scientist, maybe?

Science and war.

Science and world order.

I wonder what he was so afraid of.

Well, he won't get far.

Same meeting house as... Martin Ashford.

They're both Quakers.

Stiles was watching the farm where Ashford lived.

He may have been there when the cows were stolen.

German.

Luftgasangriff.

We should find this man.

Dead.

Elsie?

Dead in the... It's alright.

In the road.

What's in the road?

The sheep.

Don't talk.

Any word?

From Sam, sir. No. Right, I'm getting worried now. Get somebody over there,

check she's all right.

Sir, I found this out in front. It's addressed to you.

See who delivered it?

No, sir. Slipped under the door.

Right. Thank you.

I saw Tom Jenkins die.

It was a tall man on the beach, blonde hair, he had a knife.

Not exactly a description of Martin Ashford.

Some sort of chemical.

Ether, perhaps?

Could be from a hospital.

Edith's a nurse, isn't she?

Edie, is there someone we can talk?

I didn't send this.

Why would I have sent it?

Well, if it's true, it exonerates your brother.

Well, why can't it be true? Maybe it is.

I'd like to think so.

But?

The description.

Tall, blonde hair.

The exact opposite of Martin.

It's as if someone was deliberately trying to throw us off track.

You think it was me?

The paper's been in contact with some sort of chemical. Ether.

It's not just hospitals that use ether.

Edie, when you first came to me, you said that you'd do anything for Martin.

It's true. I would.

Then why don't you tell me the truth?

I have.

No, you haven't.

I asked you if Martin was involved with anyone, and you said he wasn't.

Are you calling me a liar?

Yes, I am.

I could tell, Edie.

People lie to me all the time. It's part of my job.

You've changed.

You came to me for help.

You knew how I felt about you, and you used me.

No.

Was Elsie Jenkins having an affair with your brother?

The way that Tom and Martin argued at the King's Arms, there was no reason for

it.

It just sprang up out of nowhere, and suddenly there they were threatening

each other.

There had to be something else, some other animosity between them.

It's the only way to make sense of what happened.

Yes. For how long?

A year.

While Tom was away.

And why didn't you tell me? I thought... I thought you'd think that was why

Martin killed him.

Did you write this?

No.

I promise you.

That's all I need to know.

Where will you go now?

I have to speak to Elsie Jenkinson. You can't.

I thought you knew.

I assumed that was why you were here.

Knew what?

Elsie was ill.

She had some kind of pneumonia.

She came in last night.

And this morning...

She died.

What did she die of?

We still don't know.

It was a respiratory illness, pulmonary fever perhaps.

But there were also blisters on the skin which I didn't recognise.

Walsorter's disease is a possibility.

There'll have to be a full inquest.

There've been no other cases? No, thank God.

Can you tell me anything she might have said that would tell you how she

contracted it?

No.

Right at the end, she was saying something about a sheep.

That's what made me think of Woolsalter's disease.

Her father has a farm, I believe.

Can you tell me exactly what she said? There was nothing exact about it. She

mentioned a sheep in the road.

She said she tried to lift it, I think.

That's about all there was to it.

Right. Thank you.

I have some very bad news for you.

Elsie Jenkins, I understand you were close.

She became very ill.

Was admitted to hospital.

She died this morning.

What?

And I'm sorry.

What happened to her?

They don't know.

Dead?

They did what they could.

When did your affair begin?

Your sister told us.

A year ago, in the summer.

Starting an affair with a woman whose husband is away fighting a war is not

exactly the sort of behaviour that endears people to pacifists, is it?

I knew the truth about Tom Jenkins.

I knew what he was doing to Elsie.

He was a brute.

He drank.

He was a bully.

He beat her.

Even when she was expecting his baby.

It is his?

Yes.

She's not really dead.

You're lying to me. This is some sort of trick.

Listen, we don't have to talk about this now. I can come back.

No.

I've been sat in this stinking room long enough.

I'll tell you.

She didn't want me to fight.

She tried to stop me.

Don't go to the beach.

He's just looking for the excuse.

We can't go on like this. We've got to have it out. Please, Martin.

I'm begging you. I know him. I know what he's like. If you fight him, you won't

walk away. I can look after myself.

He'll kill you. He can try.

Oh, God.

Why did I have to meet him?

How could I let myself go?

I went back to Foxhall Farm and got a torch.

I didn't want to go there in the dark.

It must have been about twenty past eleven when I arrived I started making

my way over to the boat and I heard someone running away

That was all he said.

So you thought you'd kill him?

He spoke her name.

And you took the knife?

Yes.

I wanted to protect her.

Is that how you got the blood on your clothes?

Yes. And you hid it?

At Foxhall Farm.

Leonard Cartwright, know him?

Yes, of course I know him. He went to the same meeting house.

But then he left.

He joined up.

Still friends?

Yes, we had different beliefs, that's all.

Henry Styles mean anything to you?

I remember seeing him. I don't think we ever spoke.

Listen, can I see her?

Well, you've been obstructing a police inquiry.

But I'll see what I can do.

I wasn't going to let them arrest her.

So, where are you going, sir?

To London.

On what business?

It's private.

I'm afraid that's not good enough, sir.

Can I see your identity papers?

No, you don't understand. I can't stay here.

Sir, could you get out of the car?

I think I need to see a doctor.

She's very seriously ill, I'm afraid.

I should warn you that we had another young woman in here just 24 hours ago.

Seemingly with the same condition.

And I'm afraid she didn't make it.

Don't... don't... don't move.

How are you?

I think I'm gonna need a couple of days of work, sir.

How many is that?

I think I've got flu.

I don't know about these, though.

You remember doing that?

At Vauxhall Farm.

How did you do it?

I cut my wrist on some barbed wire.

Do you think I've got an infection?

Well, just rest and let these people look after you, all right? All right,

sir.

A couple of days no more, all right?

I only just got word.

Where is Sam?

Well, I've just been with her.

She's... And?

Or she's very ill.

Speak to the doctor. What's wrong with her?

They don't seem to know.

Mr. Foyle?

Am I going to lose her?

Speak to the doctor.

Sir, they've found Stiles. He was trying to leave Hastings.

Picked up by the Home Guard. Where is he? He's at the station.

Need your help.

I'm not saying anything.

There's a young woman very ill in the hospital in Hastings, and I think you

know what's wrong with her. She's very ill as a result of cutting herself on

barbed wire at Foxhall Farm.

She's got a fever, she has difficulty breathing.

And I need your help because another woman at the same hospital with the same

symptoms has just died.

This is some sort of ploy to get me to talk.

No, it's not.

I know who you are.

You want me to disappear.

I know why you came to my house.

I came to your house because a man had been murdered, and although this has

nothing to do with you, we believe you could well know the person arrested for

it. You're a Quaker, aren't you?

We think you use the same meeting house as this person, Martin Ashford.

Whether you did or you didn't, It's irrelevant.

The only reason you're here now is because we need your help.

How do you know where I lived?

I saw your car at Foxhall Farm. We got your address from the registration

number. What were you doing there?

I was there for the same reason I was at your house.

Martin Ashford, he was having an affair with a woman who worked there. The same

woman that has just died from the same condition, contracted at the same farm,

as this woman who now needs your help.

Does she have black sores on her face or her arms? Yes.

Anthrax.

Anthrax.

It's a living bacterium, a spore-forming microbe found in the soil.

It can be cultivated and then used. It's an invader.

You put it into a hostile environment and it curls itself up into a little

ball and protects itself.

It develops an outer skin.

It's very stable.

Heat and light can't hurt it.

Survives for years.

Also, it kills.

That's why they want it.

Who?

They wanted me to work for them, but I said no.

I wasn't having any of it.

What's the world coming to if we allow such things?

Death by disease and invisible killers?

It's less than human. It makes us worse than the Nazis.

These two women have been infected at the same farm.

Could they have a laboratory, some sort of base nearby?

I've been watching them.

I followed them up to that farm.

They can't even control the infection.

They're incompetent.

Where do I find them?

I'm sorry, sir.

There's no admittance beyond this point. You have a commanding officer here named

Halliday. I'd like to speak to him.

I'm afraid that's not possible, sir.

Well, there's been an outbreak of anthrax here in Hastings and he's

responsible for it. If I'm not in his office within the next two minutes, I'll

be back with the army, the police, the Home Guard and the press.

Do you feel able to convey this to him at your earliest opportunity?

Sir.

I don't need to tell you, Mr. Foyle, that if you repeat anything you hear in

this room, the world will fall in on you from a very great height.

Will it?

No, no.

You don't understand.

This is not just classified.

It's not just another secret of the war.

Not even the prime minister knows what we're doing here.

It's true. They haven't told him yet. Hopefully, they'll never have to.

Right. Well, what you don't understand is that I don't care what falls on me

from a very great height. Neither do I care who doesn't know what. I know.

that you're responsible for the death of one young woman and the potential death

of another.

And unless you tell me exactly what's happened, everybody's going to know at

least as much as I do.

There was an accident.

We were experimenting with a flock of sheep.

What does that mean exactly?

We killed them. We were then asked to send the carcasses to another

establishment for testing.

I was against it from the start.

Hardly relevant.

One of them fell off the lorry.

We knew at once what had happened when a count was made, but by then the infected

animal had been taken to a farm.

We kept the farm under observation, and when the cattle fell ill, we moved in

and removed them.

We wanted to stop the infection spreading.

And what infection is this?

We're talking about a toxin that goes by the name of anthrax. If you breathe it

in, you're 99% certain to die, almost at once.

Cutaneous infection through the skin is less rapid.

But still fatal?

That depends.

On what?

We're not sure.

The general health and fitness of the victim can make all the difference.

And this stuff is being developed for what? For the war?

The French were developing it before us.

When the Germans invaded France, all their expertise fell into Nazi hands.

The Germans were experimenting with bacteriological weapons on the Paris

metro and London underground systems almost ten years ago.

At least that's what we believe.

Retaliation, Mr. Foyle.

They do it to us, we must be prepared to do it to them.

Right. You've developed this stuff. What's the cure?

Higgins may be able to help you.

Who's he?

Simon Higgins.

He's an epidemiologist.

He knows more about this than almost anyone.

Is he here?

You're not speaking to Higgins, not without my authority.

Oh, I see. Why would that be?

I'll let you go ploughing in with your damn fool questions and moral outrage.

Maybe you should try and understand us a bit more.

The Germans bombed London.

They bombed London for months and months.

They smashed buildings, churches, hospitals, totally indiscriminate.

And what about the victims?

If they weren't killed immediately, they lay there in the wreckage, burnt, limbs

missing, in terrible pain. And of course, what happened to them?

The sewage and water systems were smashed up. And not surprisingly, a

great many of them got blood poisoning.

The point being what?

Why not go straight to the blood poisoning?

Easier all round.

Less expensive, less long-term damage.

I think if people knew what we were trying to do here, they might be

grateful.

Where's Higgins?

Streptomycin. What's that?

If there are any traces of anthrax left on her skin, it'll kill her.

She should be washed, thoroughly washed, and she needs a large dose of

streptomycin.

It's not by any means infallible, but it has just occasionally done the trick.

They're going to have this stuff at the hospital?

Maybe not.

We keep supplies here.

Mark, I'll be right back.

Mr. Foyle.

Yes.

I'm very sorry. This is all my fault.

Is it?

Well, I'm team leader here, but I was a little careless.

I was testing a new compound, what we call organophosphate.

Nerve gas.

What, on yourself?

Yes.

Ten minutes in the gas chamber.

But I must have been in there a couple of minutes too long, because I seem to

have blinded myself.

Temporarily, I think.

Although it has been two weeks now.

Anyway...

It means I wasn't on hand to oversee the anthrax trials.

Halliday is a complete BF.

The carcasses should never have left the area.

Are you going to try and expose us, Mr. Foyle?

We tried to recruit Stiles.

He was with us at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine.

But it drove him mad.

I expect they'll make him disappear in the end.

I wouldn't want them to do the same to you.

Here you are.

It's fairly straightforward.

The doctors will know what to do.

I hope your friend's all right.

It's a nasty world, isn't it?

But we are doing this for our country, you know.

Same as everyone else.

I'll show you out.

Thank you.

I've already given her a shot of streptomycin.

Where did you get it, by the way?

And how long before we know whether it's worked?

I'll wait a couple of hours, then give her another one.

I'll double the dose if I have to. And then?

There's nothing more I can do.

I've got to be honest with you, Mr. Foyle.

At this point, it could go either way.

Either the fever will break and she'll begin to breathe properly, or...

It doesn't seem to be the sort of thing we should be doing, given the

circumstances, sir.

Well, we might as well. There's little else we can do.

I can't believe she might die.

She'll pull through, won't she, sir?

Please come in.

Thank you.

Afternoon. Afternoon.

You know why I'm here?

No, I've no idea.

Is this about Tom Jenkins?

Amongst other things, yes.

We wondered why you wouldn't have bothered to have signed this. I mean,

perfectly reasonable information.

Tall man on a beach, blonde hair. I just couldn't understand why you wouldn't

want to take credit for that.

That's not... It's yours, isn't it?

How can you be so sure?

Well, you sent it to me.

Only very few people know that I'm connected with this investigation, and

it wasn't any of them, unless, of course, it was... No, it's not. There

are also traces of ether on it, which we assume meant to come from a hospital.

But we understand you, as a vet, use ether regularly.

One good reason, of course, for not signing it is because you didn't give

this information to the police at Hyde. Isn't that right?

Look, all right, I wrote that letter, but... Why did you go to see them in the

first place?

Well, Martin Ashford being arrested was all wrong.

He wouldn't kill anyone.

I just knew that they'd got the wrong man.

How could you be sure of that?

Because you're the right one?

Why did Jenkins try to kill you?

Did he?

Well, he tried to shoot you, didn't he?

When you were both on board the Navarino. That's how you got that, isn't

it? I told you that this was shrapnel.

Well, I think we both know what a shrapnel wound looks like. It's not a

shrapnel wound.

How do you know it was him?

Because he was the only one on board with a gun.

I mean, no one on board merchant vessels, including Royal Navy officers

on Dem's duty, is permitted to carry firearms. Only one small firearm is kept

on the bridge, which is where, as you said, he was on duty.

I mean, he shot hinges off a door with it, he got a medal for using it, and he

tried to kill you with it, didn't he?

Yes. Is that why you killed him?

Yes.

It's all right, Dad.

This has gone on long enough.

Jenkins was a bastard.

He was a bully and a coward, and he nearly killed me when the Navarino went

down. All he wanted was to save his own skin.

But they gave him a medal. He used his gun.

To shoot down a door.

He wouldn't have done it if he hadn't been trying to save himself.

And it was worse than that. You have no idea.

After the ship went down, it was... It was hell.

I suddenly found myself in the water and it was... It was cold.

It was ice.

I could feel myself freezing.

And then I saw him.

He was out of the water.

You had to be out of the water if you were going to survive.

Jenkins! Help me! I can't, I can't move!

It's going to upturn!

Go away!

Give me a hand, for God's sakes, man!

Help me!

Move! It's going to upturn!

Get me out of the water!

That's the last thing I remember.

I should have died.

I don't know why I didn't.

Someone pulled me into a lifeboat and... That's how I made it home.

He did that?

Yes, Dad.

Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you go to the authorities?

It was his word against mine.

No one else saw.

You could have told me.

I wanted to, Dad.

But I couldn't.

You thought the world of him.

Just like everyone else.

The DSM, Buckingham Palace.

Everyone pretending when they knew all along he was a swine.

So you killed him?

Yes, Dad.

I took a knife, the trocar, out of your bag.

I don't even care if you found out it was me.

I knew where he drank and I followed him when he came out.

Yeah.

Bastard!

Of course I couldn't let another man hang for what I'd done.

Especially not Martin.

That's why I went to see Fielding and that's why I wrote you that letter.

Dad, please don't make this any harder.

I'm ready to go with you.

There's a car waiting outside.

Mr. Foyle, they gave the medal to the wrong man.

My son was serving his country. He was nearly killed in action. And this man,

this Jenkins, if there's any man on this planet who got what he

deserved, it was him.

Perhaps. So what's the point in arresting him?

He's had his orders. He's meant to report to his new ship in two days'

time.

What good is it going to do locking him up when his country needs him?

None at all.

None at all, Mr Cartwright.

Any news about Miss Stu?

Still no change.

Are you seeing her this weekend?

Tomorrow. Say hello from me.

Paul.

Edie. I hoped I'd find you.

Can I have a word?

Of course.

They've released Martin.

Good. I'm glad.

What will happen to him?

The man who really did it?

I can't say, but I don't think he'll be hanged.

Tom Jenkins was a horrible man.

I know what he did to poor Elsie.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

Maybe because you're with the police.

Maybe I was afraid to.

I mean, he was a hero.

Anyway, that's why I've come to see you now.

To apologise.

And not just for that.

There's something else I wanted to say.

I wanted to tell you at the hospital, but... We got it wrong, didn't we?

All those years ago.

Don't. Why not?

I knew Jane was wrong for you.

I didn't understand why you went with her.

I didn't say anything because I was too young and I was shy.

And I watched you walk away from me.

But I'm not going to let you leave me again.

Thank you for coming.

I owe you an apology.

Do you? Yeah.

I arrested the wrong man, and then when you turned up, I treated you like you

were the one who didn't know what he was doing.

You know, there's one thing I couldn't understand.

Why did Jenkins say his wife's name when he died?

Did he?

Yeah.

Well, it seems odd.

There was no love lost between them.

And yet his dying words were, Elsie.

Elsie.

Or... Elsie.

Elsie.

Leonard Cartwright, of course.

Just a thought.

Yes.

How long ago was it when I met you?

How old were we?

21.

22 young soldiers off to the war.

There was a different world then.

Of course, we... We didn't know what we were going to go through.

Well, we got through it.

You may have.

Not me.

I never told you.

April 1915.

Ypres.

I was there with a bunch of Canadians.

It was just a day like any other, which is to say, pretty hellish at the best of

times.

Then I saw it coming towards us.

Cloud.

Green.

Almost luminescent.

It was completely silent.

Moving as if it had a life of its own.

We didn't run.

Nobody even moved.

We had no idea what it was.

And then the pain.

There were people screaming, coughing blood, tearing at their own faces,

blind.

Nobody knew what was happening.

I mean, how could we?

You see, that was the first time.

The Bosch released 170 tonnes of chlorine gas.

Do you know what the operation was called?

Disinfection.

Well, they disinfected us, all right.

I was one of the lucky ones.

I still feel it inside now.

It was still burning inside me.

We came through it.

Did we?

Look around you, Christopher.

There's so much evil. So much bad blood.

Humanity stinks.

I just want to go somewhere quiet.

Watch the sunset.

You'll go on fighting. I know you will.

I've had enough.

Joe?

Mr. Forrester.

How long have you been here?

A while.

You seen her?

No. I've been here a few times, but she's been asleep.

So... I really can't stay anymore. I gotta get back to base.

No, that's alright. Go.

I'll stay with her.

Hello.

Oh.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

I wasn't asleep.

Oh.

Well, um, Joe's out here. He's just left. Do you want me to, um... No.

He's been so kind and everything, but I really can't see him just now.

Right.

How are you feeling?

Pretty awful, actually.

Well, doctors seem to think you're on the mend.

Really?

Good.

Because... I've been thinking, sir.

What, again?

I should really try and resist you now. You can see when it gets you.

Yes. Perhaps.

But, um... No, really, I... I have been thinking.

About whether...

Crossroads? Yes, that's right.

Would you say I'm... sort of... quite a useful sort of person to have on the

team, sir?

I would.

Would you? Yes, I'd go as far as to say you were... you were an invaluable part

of the team.

You think so?

I do.

In that case, I think it's better that I go straight through the crossroads and

don't take any turns at all.

Right.

Well, I'm pleased.

So, you're here to take me back to work, then?

Absolutely.

Can't go anywhere without you.

Jolly good.