Wheatsheaf pub, Hilton village. Doctor Mark Rogers and another man sit in silence with their beers, reading.

CAPTION: MARCH 1942

Outside. The village is quiet. An old woman walks to the cemetery carrying a bunch of flowers. A little boy sits on the kerb, playing with the straw and fallen leaves at the edge of the road. He looks up at the sound of engines. A convoy of US military vehicles approach, led by a Jeep containing Captain John Kieffer, Sergeant Jack O'Connor, and two privates, Joe Farnetti and James Taylor. The little boy stands up and runs.

Boy: The Jerries are here! The Jerries are here! 

The lead Jeep comes to a halt as the old woman with the flowers crosses the road in front of it.

Farnetti: How you doin', ma'am? It's okay. We're here to b*at the Krauts. 

She steps out of the way and they drive on. A young woman, Susan Davies, watches them approaching. The lead Jeep stops beside her.

Kieffer: Er, excuse me, miss, we're lost. Could you tell us the way to Hawthorn Cross, please? 

Susan: Well, you can't get through that way. You'll have to go back the way you came. 

Kieffer: Thank you, miss. Turn her around, will you? We've gotta go back. 

Taylor stands up to point at Susan. Farnetti wolf-whistles as they make the turn.

Kieffer: Ah, knock it off, you guys, will you? We're meant to be guests here. 

Susan watches the convoy drive off, then heads into the Wheatsheaf. Doctor Rogers is still sitting reading, and another man, Harold Grayson, is at the bar. The landlord, Alan Carter, steps out from the back.

Carter: Susan? Where have you been, then? You're late. 

Susan: Haven't you seen? The doughboys are here. 

Carter: What? 

Susan: Just now, outside. Didn't you hear 'em? 

Carter: Doughboys? 

Rogers: They'll be on their way up to Hawthorn Cross. So it's true, then? 

Susan: What? 

Rogers: The airfield. 

Susan: What airfield? 

Rogers: Ah, you'll see soon enough. 

Harold: Americans. Late for the last one, late joining this one. I'll have another. 

Hawthorn Cross. Farnetti hits a baseball.

GI (offscreen): Good sh*t, Farnetti!

Farnetti: Oh-ho!

Sergeant O'Connor leans against the Jeep as Kieffer surveys the site

Kieffer: There it is. What do you think? 

O'Connor: Mud. 

Kieffer: That all you got to say? 

O'Connor: What else is there to say? We're how many feet above sea level? You tell me, Captain. 

Kieffer: So? 

O'Connor: Oh, come on. It's been raining for three weeks. Drainage? You forget about it. You try to land a Ford here, it'll disappear. 

Farnetti: Captain?

He points at something behind Kieffer.

Barrett (offscreen): You're on my land. This is my land. 

Farmer David Barrett approaches them with a g*n.

Kieffer: Hi. I'm John Kieffer, 215th Engineers. 

Barrett: You're on my land. 

Kieffer: Now get back in that... whatever you want to call it and get off my land! 

Barrett: Sir, er, this is Hawthorn Cross, right? I'm afraid we have a requisition order. You should have received the papers. 

Barrett: I've received nothing. Now, I shan't tell you a third time. 

Farnetti: Can't you tell this guy we're on the same side? 

Kieffer: Stow it, Joe. With all due respect, sir, I really don't think you should be thr*at us like this. 

Barrett sh**t out the windscreen of the Jeep.

Kieffer: Okay, okay, we're leaving. 

Farnetti: Yeah, all right, okay.

Kieffer: But, er, you shouldn't have done that. We'll be back. 

OPENING CREDITS

Wheatsheaf pub, night. Milner sits at a table with Will Grayson.

Will: I thought you were a goner at Trondheim. 

Milner: It was close. 

Will: It was a mess. 

Milner: If it wasn't for you... 

Will: Forget it. You're well out of it, mate. Believe me. I just wish I could join you. After Trondheim there was Namsos. Then France, now Africa. It's never gonna bloody end. 

Milner: How's Perry? 

Will: Jack Perry? You didn't hear? He went west. 

Milner: No. I didn't hear. 

Will: Benghazi, poor sod. Come on. Have another one. 

They both stand up.

Milner: No. 

Will: I've got to go. I've had enough of this beer. How about a Scotch? 

Milner: You'll be lucky. 

Will: Things are that bad? 

Milner: I'll walk home with you. 

Will: No, I'm staying. I'll see you around. 

Milner: It's been good to see you. 

Milner leaves and Will approaches Susan at the bar.

Will: I'll have another. 

Susan looks around and then moves closer.

Susan: Were you wanting Scotch? 

Grayson house. Harold Grayson sits dozing in a chair by the f*re. He sits up at the sound of the door.

Harold: Will? 

Will: Dad. You still up? 

Harold: I waited up for you. 

Will: Well, I'm here. 

Harold: Been boozing? 

Will: Yes. 

Harold: That's the third night in a row. 

Will: I was down at the Wheatsheaf. I saw Paul Milner. 

Harold: Do I know him? 

Will: I was with him in Norway. He's a policeman now. I'm off to kip. 

Harold: You're only here for a week. I've hardly seen you. 

Will: I'm here tomorrow. You'll see me then. 

Davies house. Susan wheels her bike back and goes in. Her father, Stan Davies, is waiting in the kitchen.

Susan: Dad! What you doing up this late? 

Stan: What do you think I'm doing? I'm waiting for you. 

Susan: I'm all right. 

Stan: You shouldn't be out this late, not on your own. You know how your mother and me worry about you. 

Susan: Dad, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

Stan: Working all the hours down that pub. You should never have left Benson's. 

Susan: Dad... 

The telephone rings.

Stan: What's that now? 

He answers the phone.

Stan: Hello. Stan Davies speaking. 

His wife Mary comes down the stairs.

Mary: Stan, who is it? 

Stan: Shh. Yep. Right. Yeah, I know it, yeah. All right, I'm on my way. 

He hangs the phone up.

Mary: What's happened? 

Stan: There's a f*re in Market Street. I've got to go over. 

Mary: At this time of night? It's not a raid, is it? 

He starts getting into his warden's uniform.

Stan: Now, come on, love, these things don't happen by the clock. I have to go. You go back to bed. And Susan, you get in yours. You need to rest yourself. 

Susan: I'm on my way. Night, Dad. 

Stan: Goodnight, and don't wait up. 

He leaves.

Mary: You're very late. 

Susan: Oh, don't start on me, Mum. 

Mary: I never know what you're up to any more. 

Susan: What makes you think I'm up to anything? Here. Take this. No need to tell Dad. Just, er, go out and get yourself something nice. 

She gives her mother some money.

Mary: This is ten bob. Where d'you get this? 

Susan: Er, tips.

She kisses her mother on the cheek. Mary gives a pleased laugh. They both go up the stairs.

Police station. Sergeant Ian Brooke waits at the front desk. He turns at the sound of the door opening.

Brooke: Good morning, sir. 

Foyle and Sam enter.

Foyle: Morning. Sergeant Brooke? 

Brooke: Yes, sir. You must be Mr Foyle. 

Foyle: That's right. 

They shake hands.

Brooke: Very good to meet you, sir. Er, I've just been transferred from London. Deptford Green. Er, I wasn't too keen to be sent here, to be honest. 

Foyle: Oh? 

Brooke: It's a bit out in the sticks. 

Sam: I'm Sam Stewart. 

Brooke: Nice to meet you, miss. 

They shake hands.

Foyle: Anything else? 

Brooke: Not really, sir. Oh, actually, sir, there was a f*re last night in, erm, in Hilton Village. Nothing suspicious, though. Local lads say it was started by a spark from the fireplace. Your sergeant, Mr Milner, he's gone over there. 

Foyle: Has he? 

Brooke: Yes, and there's a gentleman waiting for you, sir. I didn't know what to do with him, so I put him in your office. Name of Kieffer. Captain. He's a Yank. 

Sam: Have the Americans arrived in Hastings? 

Foyle: Er, looks like one of them has. 

Sam: D'you know, I've never actually seen an American. Except in the films. 

Brooke: Jimmy Cagney! All cowboys or gangsters. 

Sam: I was thinking more of Clark Gable. 

Foyle raises his eyebrows.

Brooke: Oh, yeah? 

Foyle's office.

Brooke: Erm, you've, er, had a problem or two at, er, Hawthorn Cross, is that right? 

Kieffer: Ah, look, Mr Foyle, I don't want to get the guy into any trouble. I mean, er, you know, if I go to my people they're gonna come down on him like gangbusters. So, I thought if I came to someone local... 

Foyle: And who are we talking about? 

Kieffer: Er, this, er, farmer, Barrett. David Barrett. Well, you know, I can understand why he's upset. You know his family have owned that place since, gee, I don't know, Queen Whoever. But I'm beginning to feel he could be a danger to my men. 

Foyle: And why's that? 

Kieffer: Well, first time we went up there he had a g*n. Took a pot-sh*t at one of the Jeeps. And there've been other incidents. Blocking our path with his tractor, snooping around. He won't talk to us. 

Foyle: And, er, you're building an airfield, is that right? 

Kieffer: Well, it's on his land. It was requisitioned. 

Foyle: Well, the, er, the least I can do is talk to him. 

Kieffer: Thank you very much. 

Foyle: Is that it? 

Kieffer: Well, as a matter of fact, er, they've given us this, er, old school as a base. Er, it's a hell of a place. Damp, draughty and stuck in the middle of nowhere and, well, that's my point. I want someone to come and give us a talk. 

Foyle: A talk on what? 

Kieffer: The English. None of my boys has ever been out of the States before, and frankly, for some of them, they feel they've landed on another planet. I need someone to come out and tell us what goes on around here. 

Foyle: Well, like whom? 

Kieffer: Well, I don't know. A teacher, priest, er, whoever. I don't get a chance to get out and meet many British people. Say, I, I don't suppose, er, you, you'd be interested, would you? 

Foyle: No. No, no, no. It's, erm- you're right. Not my territory, you know. 

Kieffer: Okay. Well, listen, er, if you think of anyone, would you let me know? 

Foyle: I will. 

Kieffer: You know, until, er, two weeks ago, er, I didn't even know what a kipper was. We need help. 

Foyle: I can see that. 

They leave the office.

Reception area. Sam is walking through, and draws the attention of Joe Farnetti, standing at the front desk. He dings the bell.

Farnetti: Hey, sugar. 

Sam: I'm sorry, are you talking to me? 

Farnetti: Well, I don't see anyone else around. 

Sam: Well, my name's not Sugar. 

Farnetti: Well, what is it, then? 

Sam: Can I help you? 

Farnetti: I'm, er, Joe Farnetti. I'm here to pick up my captain. 

Sam: Oh.

She moves to leave.

Farnetti: Are you a cop? 

Sam: Er, no, not really. 

Farnetti: Well, you still haven't told me your name. 

Sam: It's Stewart. Sam Stewart. 

Farnetti: Sam. As in Samantha? 

Sam: Yes. 

Farnetti: Well, how would you like to see a movie with me tonight, Sam Stewart? 

Sam chuckles.

Sam: With you? 

Farnetti: That's the general idea. 

Sam: I don't even know you. 

Farnetti: Well, here's your chance to find out. 

Sam: And you don't know me, either. Are all you Americans like this? 

Farnetti: I can't speak for the others. 

Sam: I'm afraid I'm busy tonight. 

Farnetti: How about tomorrow night? 

Kieffer and Foyle arrive in the reception area.

Sam: Even busier. 

Farnetti: Well, I'm here for a lot of nights. 

Foyle: Everything all right? 

Sam: Mm-hmm. 

Kieffer: Mr Foyle, thank you for everything. Let me know how you get on. 

He shakes hands with Foyle.

Foyle: I will. 

Kieffer: Farnetti. 

Farnetti: Captain. 

As Kieffer leaves, Farnetti he turns to wink at Sam

Farnetti: I'll be seeing you. 

He follows Kieffer out and Foyle turns to Sam.

Foyle: Clark Gable? 

Sam shrugs and smiles.

Barrett farmhouse. Foyle's car is parked outside.

Barrett (voiceover): What do you think I am, Mr Foyle? 

He's in the dining room with Foyle.

Barrett: What are you gonna do, arrest me? 

Foyle: No, of course not. No. I mean, er, that's the last thing we want. 

Barrett goes to look out of the window.

Barrett: The Yanks. Nobody invited them to come over here. We can win the w*r without them. 

Foyle: Can we? 

Barrett: They come marching onto my land without so much as a by-your-leave. 

Foyle: Well, your land, I'm afraid, has been requisitioned by the w*r Office, not the Americans, so if you've got any argument, you should take it up with them. 

Barrett: Oh. So they've got you on their side, then? All right, I, er, took a sh*t at them. I was wrong to do that, but I've got a temper on me and sometimes I act off the top of my head. I'll pay for the damage if that's what you want. 

Foyle: No, no, no. Erm, but you should just, erm, leave them alone. 

Barrett: Oh, that's what I should do, is it? Right, let me show you something. 

They walk through the fields together.

Barrett: My family have been on this land for a hundred years. My dad farmed here and his dad before him. You go back to the Domesday Book, there was a farm here at Hawthorn Cross. Now this. There's gonna be a runway here, petrol dump over there. Water towers, f*re stations. I've seen their plans. 120,000 cubic yards of concrete. 400,000 feet of wire. By the time they finish here, well... gonna be nothing left. 

Foyle: Hastings is in the front line. We can't expect nothing to change. 

Barrett: I don't expect anything. But let me tell you this. We're worried about h*tler invading. What's the point? The invasion's happened. They take our land right from under our noses, and you say we can't do nothing about it? We just have to stand there and watch? Well, doesn't make any sense. 

He turns to walk back towards the farm.

Market Street. Stan Davies is still on the scene, along with uniformed police. The f*re has been put out and b*rned furniture brought out into the street.

Man: All sorted out yet?

Policeman: Right out. Will take some time, though.

The roof and upstairs window of the Grayson house is badly blackened.

Man: What about the back?

Man: Hold on.

Policeman: This way, please.

A police car drives out and Milner gets out.

Milner: Paul Milner. Are you in charge? 

He shakes hand with Stan Davies.

Stan: Stan Davies. 

Milner: It was a spark from the f*re? 

Stan: That's what they're saying. Caught the bedclothes. The whole lot went up like Crystal Palace. You came over from Hastings? 

Milner: Yeah. 

Stan: It's a long way for a little house f*re. 

Milner: I knew the son. 

Stan: William Grayson. Er, he didn't make it, then? 

Milner: He died this morning. 

Stan: I'm sorry. I knew it was bad. 

Milner: You were here last night? 

Stan: Yeah. When I arrived it was almost over. Yeah, started in his bedroom. See, the bed is close to the fireplace and the, the blanket must have caught. The door was locked from the inside. We found the key by the bed. He never got to it. Er, I don't know why. There was nothing we could do. Have you spoken to his old man? 

Milner: Not yet. Er, is it safe to go up? 

Stan: Yeah, yeah. Just, er, watch yourself on the stairs. 

Milner heads into the house, passing two policemen at the door.

Policeman: Sir.

Man (offscreen): You're going up, are you?

Stan goes over to the two policemen.

Policeman: He's Hastings force.

Inside. Milner enters the f*re-damaged bedroom, still dripping with water. He sees the keys on the nightstand right next to the bed. He looks at the fireplace, then turns to leave.

Foyle's office.

Foyle: According to this the f*re was, er, started by the bedclothes catching light. I mean, nothing untoward. 

Milner: I know, sir, but I'd still like to look into it. Over the weekend, in my own time. 

Foyle: Because...? 

Milner: At Trondheim when I was wounded he carried me out. And I hadn't seen him since then. I can't believe that he came home and he died like this. 

Foyle: Well, w*r, you know, people die in the strangest circumstances, even heroes. 

Milner: Yes, but I don't understand why he didn't get out. He'd locked himself in but he could have opened the door. There was a key right beside the bed. 

Foyle: And why was it locked in the first place? All right. Look into it. 

Hospital room. Milner sits by Harold Grayson's bedside.

Milner: Did you hear him come in? 

Harold: I saw him. I waited up for him. He'd been drinking. 

Milner: He'd been drinking with me at the Wheatsheaf. 

Harold: He'd been drinking every night. It was getting to him, the w*r. He, he wasn't himself. 

Milner: Was he very drunk? 

Harold: He could barely stand up. What were you drinking? 

Milner: Just bitter.

Harold: Well, he must have had plenty of it. 

Milner: Why did he lock the door? 

Harold: I don't know. He had nothing to hide. He'd never locked it before. 

Milner: So what happened? 

Harold: Well, I was woken up about an hour later. Twelve-something. I knew something was wrong straight away. 

Milner: Was it the smoke? 

Harold: Yeah. I smelled it before I saw it. The whole top floor was alight. When I got up the stairs I tried to open his door. 

Milner: Wasn't he awake? 

Harold: Yeah, I banged on the door and he heard me. He shouted to me, "I can't see!" And that's all he said. Then the ceiling in the corridor come down and that's all I remember. They dragged me out but they couldn't get to Will. They couldn't get to him. 

Briant Brothers, a shop selling fishing tackle. Foyle is approaching the shop just as Kieffer comes out in civilian clothes, holding a fishing rod.

Kieffer: Oh, Mr Foyle. 

Foyle: Good morning, how are you? 

Kieffer: I'm good, how are you? 

Foyle: I'm very well. Do you, um...? 

He gestures towards the shop.

Kieffer: Ah, you bet. Er, you too? 

Foyle: I do. They looking after you in there? 

Kieffer: Oh, they couldn't have been more helpful. I was dropping in to get some new line. 

Foyle: You brought this over with you? 

He gestures to Kieffer's fishing rod.

Kieffer: Sure as hell wouldn't leave it behind. Brand new tournament rod. Reuben Leonard. Reverse guard grips. Hooded silver nickel butt cap. Weighs in at four ounces. How about you? 

Foyle: Well, nothing as grand as that. Hardy Houghton classic split cane. 

Kieffer: Ten foot? 

Foyle: Nine-six. 

Kieffer: Heavy. 

Foyle: Well, it keeps the bait on the move. 

Kieffer: Still old-fashioned, though. 

Foyle: Mmm.

Kieffer: How d'you feel about having a go on mine? 

Foyle: Well, I'd feel very privileged. 

Kieffer: Well, good. Then maybe we can go up to the river together and, er, I'll swap with you. Mind you, I'd, er, want something in return. 

Foyle: Oh, yeah? 

Kieffer: Remember that little talk I mentioned? Still haven't found anyone. 

Foyle: Oh, really? 

Kieffer: Brand new Reuben Leonard. Best rod on the market. 

Foyle: How long would this talk have to be? 

Kieffer: Well, as long as you'd like it to be. Maybe we could have some dinner afterwards? How about tomorrow night? 

Foyle: All right. 

Kieffer: I could send a car. 

Foyle: No need. I'll get there. 

He heads into the shop.

Kieffer: Hooked. 

Wheatsheaf. Milner is questioning landlord Alan Carter.

Milner: I left Will here. How much more did he have to drink? 

Carter: I don't know. A couple of pints. He was sober enough when he left. 

Milner: He was after whiskey. 

Carter: There is no whiskey. We ran out. 

Milner: That's what I don't understand. I had a few drinks with him, and with all due respect, the beer here isn't gonna knock anybody out. 

Carter: I serve a good pint. 

Milner: But according to his father, he could barely stand when he got home a couple of hours later. 

Carter: Might have gone somewhere else. There's the King's Head or the Red Lion just down the road. 

Milner: What time did he leave? 

Carter: Don't know. Didn't notice. 

Milner: There was a barmaid working here. 

Carter: Yeah. Susan. She'll be in this evening. 

Milner: D'you know where I could find her? 

Carter: I doubt if she can tell you anything. 

Milner: I'd still like to speak to her. 

Carter: I'll get you her address. 

Hay barn.

Taylor (offscreen): Come on... 

Susan is lying in the hay with Private Taylor, wrestling to get something he's hiding behind his back. She giggles.

Susan: What is it? 

She manages get the package off of him, both of them laughing.

Susan: Stockings! I haven't seen a pair of real stockings since, oh, the Christmas before last! 

Taylor: Christmas before last? I was still in college. 

Susan: In New York? Oh, tell me about New York. I can't wait to see it. 

Taylor: Ah, you won't believe it. 

Susan: Skyscrapers so tall they touch the clouds. 

Taylor: That's why they're called skyscrapers. 

Susan: Fifth Avenue.

Taylor: Central Park.

There's the sound of a g*n.

Taylor: Shh. 

Susan: What is it? 

Another g*n.

Taylor: It's probably Farmer Giles and his blunderbuss. 

She laughs, then gives him a kiss.

Susan: I love you, James. I love you so much. You're gonna show me everything. And I'm gonna go shopping in Manhattan, I'm gonna see a show on Broadway... 

Taylor: Whoa. Hold your horses. We got a w*r to fight first. No need to be in such a rush. 

Susan: You weren't exactly slow, Private Taylor. 

Taylor: Well, a girl like you, I was just lucky to get to you first. 

Susan: And anyway... We may have less time than you think. 

Taylor: What do you mean? 

Susan: What do you think? 

Taylor: Well, what? 

Susan: You know... 

Taylor: No. Tell me. 

Susan: James, why are you looking at me like that? 

Taylor: Tell me. 

Susan: Has anyone told you you've got beautiful hazel eyes? 

Taylor: Tell me!

Susan: Well... 

Barnett house. Hearing the sound of a door outside, Barnett looks out of the window. He sees Taylor hurrying away from the barn.

Susan (offscreen): Jimmy!

She stands in front of the barn calling after him.

Susan: Jimmy! 

He leaves and Susan sighs and turns away.

Country lane. Sam and Foyle are driving along.

Foyle: Well, thanks for giving up your evening. 

Sam: It's a pleasure, sir. But do I really have to stay? 

Foyle: I thought you wanted to get to know the Americans? 

Sam: Well, if the one I met was anything to go by... 

Foyle: Forward? 

Sam: Fresh. 

Foyle: Well, they're a long way from home, fighting a w*r they thought had nothing to do with them. It's not any big surprise, is it? 

They pull up at a barrier in front of the American base. The guard walks over to their car.

Sam: DCS Foyle to see Captain Kieffer. 

She sits back to wait for them to open the barrier.

Sam: Have you heard from Andrew, sir? 

Foyle: No. 

Sam: Sorry to ask. I just haven't heard any news for a while. 

Foyle: Well, I'm not sure he's, er, enjoying being an instructor. 

The guard lifts the barrier and they drive up to the school building.

Sam: Missing his Spit. 

Foyle: Hmm.

Sam: Still, I, I'd have thought he'd have written. 

Foyle: No, er, not recently, but he's due some leave. 

Kieffer meets them on the front steps as they get out of the car.

Kieffer: Hi, I'm John Kieffer. Follow me.

They walk into the entrance hall and head up a staircase.

Kieffer: Welcome to Saint Preserve Us. Well, that's what some of the guys call this place, anyway. St Mary's All Saints. That the original name of the place, wasn't it? 

Foyle: Yes, it was a school. 

Kieffer: Uh-huh. They must have been teaching survival. So, a one-hour talk in the hall then I hope you'll both stay for something to eat. 

Davies house. Barrett stands in the doorway as Mary does laundry and Stan drinks a cup of tea. The radio is on in the background.

Mary: I'll bring these up tomorrow. As long as it doesn't rain. 

Barrett: Thank you, Mary. 

Stan: You should get married again. 

Barrett chuckles.

Barrett: I had enough the first time. 

Stan: I don't know what I'd do without her and that's the truth. 

Mary: You'd manage perfectly well. 

Stan: You gonna stop for a cuppa? 

Barrett: No, no, I'd, I'd best get back. By the way, I've got some news. Ben's on his way. 

He pulls an envelope out of his pocket.

Stan: What? 

Mary: Why didn't you tell us? 

Barrett: Well, I only got the telegram this morning. 

Mary: He's back from Iceland? 

Barrett: He's in Greenock. 

Mary: But that's Scotland. 

Stan: When's he coming? 

Barrett: Well, he doesn't say. Just says, er, "Arrived safely, coming soon."

Mary: Susan'll be thrilled! 

Barrett: Think so? 

Mary: Course she will. 

Barrett: She ever talk about him? 

Mary: You know how it is with young people these days. The parents are the last to know. 

Stan: I wish the two of them would get a move on and set a date, give us something to look forward to. 

Lord Haw-Haw (radio): The Americans never wanted to be part of this w*r. And although they're now arriving in Britain, they don't want to be there. They are paid more than the British. They eat more than the British. 

Barrett: He's right, you know. 

Stan: What? Lord Haw-Haw? 

Mary: You're not serious? 

Stan: I don't even know why we have it on. 

Barrett: I know he's a traitor, but he's right about the Yanks. It's all a joke to them. They don't give a damn. And if it hadn't have been for Pearl Harbour they wouldn't have come over here at all. But now they're here, they think they own the place. They're taking everything we've got. 

Stan: Oh, come on, Dave. 

Barrett: You ask that girl of yours if you don't believe me. 

Mary: What?

Stan: What you talking about? 

Barrett: No, no. I've said enough. Thanks for the washing. I'll see you in the week. 

He leaves and Stan and Mary exchange a glance.

St Mary's school hall. The crowd of GIs chuckle at Foyle's talk.

Foyle: And I really do appreciate that. Then, of course, er, there are gonna be a lot more things that you won't understand about us. 

GI: Yeah, warm beer. 

GI: Tea. 

Farnetti: And broads in uniform. 

Sam gives him a sidelong look.

Foyle: Well, yes, even so, I, erm, I think you'll find there are a lot more things we have in common than, er, you'd imagine. It might perhaps help to remember that, er, for over two years now while the Germans have, erm, b*mb us, they've tried to starve us. Erm, we've been on our own and, er, we might look, er, a little shabby. A little rough at the edges, a bit quiet, perhaps, but the fact of the matter is... we're very pleased to see you, even though, er, some might say you took your time getting here. 

Crowd: Hey! Ooh.

Foyle: But now, erm, now you've arrived it's our job to make you welcome and to, er, look after you and as long as you don't criticise the King and Queen and, er-

GI (offscreen): No, sir.

Foyle: Remember to drive on the right side of the road, that is to say, the left side of the road, er, you've got every chance of seeing the w*r out. Thank you very much. 

The crowd applaud. As Foyle takes a seat, Kieffer stands up.

Kieffer: Okay, everybody, that's about it. Before you go for chow, does anyone have any questions? 

Farnetti stands up.

Farnetti: Yeah. Mr Foyle.

Foyle: Yes?

Farnetti: There's, er, something I don't understand. Er, this girl came up to me in the post office the other day and asked me if I could lend her a rubber. 

The GIs laugh.

Farnetti: So I was wondering, er, did she ask me to take her out? 

GI: Stow it, Farnetti. Rubbers don't mean the same thing over here. 

Farnetti: So, er, if you wanna go to the john, Mr Foyle, how do you say that in English? 

Foyle: Well, er, I'm old enough, er, not to have to ask, Mr Farnetti, but, erm, if you need help, you'll find there are lots here who'll be happy to oblige. 

There's laughter and more applause from the crowd, and the group start to file out.

Wheatsheaf, evening. Susan is behind the bar with Carter.

Susan: What? 

Carter: I've had a copper in here. He was looking for you. 

Susan: Why? 

Carter: Someone got k*lled. Harold Grayson's boy, Will. There was a f*re. 

Susan: Yeah, I know. What's that got to do with me? 

Carter: What's it got to do with you? He was in here the night it happened. 

Susan: So? 

Carter: The copper said he was drunk. 

Susan: I don't know what he did after he left. If he was k*lled in a f*re I can't be held responsible, can I? 

Carter: No, but listen, did you serve him any-

Man (offscreen): Alan! 

Carter: We've got to talk about this. We've got to decide what to do. 

St Mary's school dining hall. A buffet table has been laid out with all kinds of food, including doughnuts, hot dogs, waffles and more.

Kieffer (offscreen): Two boys, six and nine. Here's my wife, Ellie. 

He shows Foyle a family photo in his wallet.

Foyle: Miss them? 

Kieffer: Oh, yes, I surely do. How about you? You have kids? 

Foyle: Er, yeah, I, I have a son. 

Kieffer: You know, I've been thinking. Maybe inviting some of the people from the village up here for a dance, get to know us a little better. What do you think? 

Foyle: Very good idea. 

Kieffer: Fill up.

Foyle: I will, thank you. 

Across the room, Farnetti is talking to Taylor, who leans against the wall with a beer bottle.

Farnetti: What's wrong with you, Taylor? 

Taylor: Forget it, Farnetti. 

He looks in a mirror on the wall and spots Sam studying the buffet table.

Farnetti: Forgot. Excuse me. 

He adjusts his hair and approaches Sam.

Farnetti: You're not eating? 

Sam: I haven't seen so much food in ages. I don't know where to begin. 

Farnetti: So, um, thought again about my offer? 

Sam: What? 

Farnetti: Movies. 

Sam: Oh. Um, yes I have thought again and I've decided to say no for a second time. 

Farnetti: Got a boyfriend? 

Sam: Actually, I do. 

Farnetti: Well, forgive me. I was just trying to be friendly. 

Across the room, Kieffer approaches Sergeant O'Connor.

Kieffer: Ah, excuse me, sergeant. Oh, yeah, you two haven't met, have you? Er, this is, er, Sergeant Jack O'Connor. 

Foyle: How do you do. 

He and O'Connor shake hands.

O'Connor: Was a good attempt, Mr Foyle, papering over the cracks. 

Foyle: I beg your pardon? 

O'Connor: Them and us. You need us, so be nice to us. 

Foyle: I, er, take it you're not very, er, happy to be here, then? 

O'Connor: You tried sucking up to h*tler, that didn't work, so you went to w*r with him. You almost lost that by yourself and now you've dragged us in. No, I'm not crazy to be here. 

He walks off.

Kieffer: Sorry about that. He had no right to speak to you in that way. 

Foyle: Oh, not at all. No need to apologise. 

One of the GIs approaches Taylor.

GI: You want another beer? 

Taylor: Yeah, why not? 

Farnetti is still talking to Sam.

Farnetti: So, um, I guess there's no chance you'll come to the dance with me? Captain wants to have a dance. You ever tried the jitterbug? 

Sam: I, I don't know what that is. 

Farnetti: Look, look, I promise. Like, no hands, right? I'm just... I'm 5,000 miles away from home and I don't wanna dance with Taylor. 

Sam: I'm sure he looks good in a dress. 

Farnetti: Oh, he does. 

He chuckles.

Across the room, Foyle speaks to Kieffer.

Foyle: Listen, I really should be going now. Sam!

He jerks his head for her to follow him as he heads towards the door.

Sam: But I haven't had anything to eat yet. 

Farnetti: Here, take these. 

He offers her a plate of doughnuts.

Sam: I couldn't. I just can't. 

Farnetti: I'll send them over. 

Across the room.

Kieffer: Listen, thanks once again for coming. 

Foyle: No, well, now, look, er, it's a great pleasure helping out and all that, but there's the, er, little matter of the arrangement we had. 

Kieffer: The arrangement?

Foyle: The arrangement.

Kieffer: What arrangement? The Reuben Leonard.

He chuckles.

Foyle: Well, er, let me see. The day after tomorrow? 

Kieffer: I'd be delighted. 

Foyle: And you'll bring the-? 

Kieffer: That was the deal. 

Foyle: That was the deal. Thank you.

They head out of the room, and Sam follows.

Farnetti (offscreen): I'll mail them to you. 

He waves the doughnuts.

Farnetti: Or post them. Whatever. 

She smiles and leaves.

Sam's lodgings, night. She walks up to the door and lets herself in. As she turns a light on, it illuminates a photo of Andrew Foyle. She lights a cigarette and goes through a stack of letters, opening one as she starts up the stairs.

Andrew (voiceover): Dear Sam, I know it's been a long time since I've written and I'm sorry. I'm sorrier still to have to write this. 

Sam stops and sits down on the stairs.

Andrew (voiceover): I can't say I've had a good time at Debden. Lots of reasons and of course I was missing you. I never seem to get any leave. Sam, there's no easy way to write this, but I've met someone else. I can't explain it and I feel wretched, but I was going mad on my own, without you, I mean, and it just sort of happened. The last thing I want to do is to hurt you, but I thought I should make a clean breast of it. And, well, there you are. God knows when I'll be home. And you probably wouldn't want to see me anyway. But at the very least you can begin again. Good luck, Sam. Don't think too badly of me. Andrew.

Sniffing back tears, Sam screws the letter up in her palm.

Davies house, daylight. A police car is parked outside.

Stan (voiceover): I'm sorry, Mr Milner. She's not here. 

Milner (voiceover): D'you know where she is? 

Mary is ironing in the kitchen as Stan takes a seat at the table with Milner.

Stan: She went to see Doctor Rogers. Er, she wasn't feeling too well. 

Mary (offscreen): She works too hard!

Stan: Why d'you wanna see her? 

Milner: I'm investigating the death of Will Grayson. 

Mary: She hasn't got anything to do with that. She hardly even knew him. 

Milner: Well, she may have been the last person to see him before he went home. Um, just like to know if he said anything, if there was anything on his mind. 

Stan: You think he did himself in? 

Milner: Perhaps you could ask her to look in. It's important. 

He stands up to leave.

Mary: Susan's a good girl, you know. She'd never get mixed up in anything that wasn't right. 

Milner: How long has she been working at the Wheatsheaf? 

Stan: About a year. 

Mary: She used to work at Benson's over at Bexhill. 

Milner: Benson's? 

Mary: They make chemicals. 

Stan: They started taking on girls back at the start of the w*r. Girls doing men's jobs. 

Mary: Yeah.

Stan: Susan thought it'd be an opportunity. 

Mary: She's always been ambitious. 

Milner: So what happened? 

Stan: Ah, she didn't like it. Chemicals were getting up her nose, so she packed it in. 

Mary: That's when she started at the Wheatsheaf. 

Stan: She had her head screwed on the right way, girl like that, eh? She could do better than that, that's what I told her. 

Milner: Do you know the landlord there? 

Stan: Alan Carter? Yeah, he's all right. 

Mary: She'll be there later. If you want her, that's where she'll be. 

Milner: Thank you. 

Stan shows him out.

Shed. Susan is working at a still, pouring something from a bottle into a funnel. Carter enters behind her. She gasps as she realises he's there.

Susan: Oh. You shouldn't creep up on me like that. Nearly spilled the whole lot. 

Carter: I want to talk to you. 

Susan: What about? 

Carter: All this. Look, a man is d*ad. We are responsible. Could be m*rder, manslaughter, I don't know. I should never have listened to you in the first place. But now you're gonna listen to me. 

He grabs her arm

Susan: What?

Carter: This has got to go. The whole lot of it. 

Susan: We can't stop now. 

Carter: Why not? 

Susan: I need the money. 

Carter: Can't you see this isn't about money any more? 

Susan: It is for me. I need to get out of here. 

Carter: What are you talking about? 

Susan: We're not stopping. You can't make me. 

Carter: We'll see about that. 

Susan: Oh, yeah? And what if I told the police about your little business? I could tell them you made me help you. I'm half your age. Who do you think they'd believe? 

Carter: You wouldn't do that. 

Susan: Wouldn't I? At the start you were all over me. Weren't you, Alan? Well, we're not stopping. And if I go down, you go down. Just remember that. 

She leaves the shed.

Hawthorn Cross. Kieffer and O'Connor look at plans.

O'Connor: We're gonna have the pumping stations here and here. 

Kieffer: Past the parachute stores? 

O'Connor: Exactly. 

Kieffer: What about water supply? 

O'Connor: It's crazy, isn't it? We're still pumping water out. This place is a swamp. When we've finished it, we're gonna have to find a way how to pump it back in again. 120,000 gallons a day. 

A Jeep drives up and parks nearby.

Kieffer: Can you do it? 

O'Connor: I'll work something out. 

Farnetti gets out of the Jeep.

Farnetti: Hey, captain. You mind if I go into Hastings? Got some things to do. 

Kieffer: Sure, Farnetti, you got chow time like everyone else. 

O'Connor (offscreen): What's her name, Farnetti? 

Farnetti bumps shoulders with Taylor as he walks back.

Taylor: Hey, Farnetti, why don't you look where you're going?

Farnetti: Relax, Taylor, all right? I'm sorry.

Kieffer: What's eating you, Taylor? 

Taylor: Nothing, captain. Sergeant, can I have a word with you? 

O'Connor: Go ahead. 

Taylor: In private? 

He and O'Connor walk away.

Later. The two of them stand between a couple of parked vehicles.

O'Connor: Pregnant? 

Taylor: That's what she says. 

O'Connor: And it's yours? 

Taylor: She says. 

O'Connor: Jesus, Mary, that's what I call FUBB for sure. 

Taylor: What am I gonna do? 

O'Connor: She wants you to marry her? 

Taylor: I've only known her a few weeks. I can't marry her, for Christ's sake! I'm 23 years old. I don't want to be a dad, you know? 

O'Connor: It's a bit late to think about that, don't you think? 

Taylor: Well, can't they...? You know, don't they, over here...? 

O'Connor: You don't get it do you, Taylor. 

Taylor: She had her claws in you the first moment she saw you. She's nothing but a gold-digger. She was just waiting for someone like you to come along. 

O'Connor: My parents will k*ll me. 

Taylor: You're a fast operator, I'll give you that. How long have you known her? 

O'Connor: Five, six weeks. And you believe her about the baby? 

Taylor: I don't know. I guess so. 

O'Connor: Well, unless she has some kind of accident, looks like you're stuck with her. 

Taylor: Accident? 

O'Connor: It's a w*r, Taylor. Accidents happen. 

Police station. Sam walks into the reception area.

Brooke: Good morning, Miss Stewart. 

Sam: Good morning, sergeant. 

Brooke: Oh, call me Brookie. Everyone does. 

Sam: Brookie.

Brooke: There's, er, someone to see you, miss. 

Sam: Oh? 

She walks over to where Farnetti sits waiting in an office with a box of food.

Sam: Private Farnetti? 

Farnetti: Miss Stewart. Er, You didn't get much of a chance to eat anything last night so I said I'd bring some stuff over. 

Sam: Thanks very much. 

Farnetti: Yes, there's, er, there's some coffee, oranges, some cookies. You know, that kind of stuff. 

Sam: Aren't you going to get into trouble? 

Farnetti: Hell, no, no. We got plenty. Er, yeah. This, er- I just wanted to apologise, you know, for, er, maybe coming on a bit strong. You know? I should have listened to your Mr Foyle. You know, them and us. It's just where I come from, people are really... 

Sam: I, I, I noticed. 

Farnetti: Yeah. So, um, well, anyway. Enjoy it. 

Sam: Thanks. 

Farnetti: And, er, I'll see you around. 

He goes to leave and Sam steps after him.

Sam: Private Farnetti. 

Farnetti: Yeah? 

Sam: This dance, jitterbug?

Farnetti: Tomorrow night. 

Sam: I, I was wondering if the invitation was still open? I'd love to come. 

Farnetti: Really? Er, what about, um, your boyfriend? 

Sam: Er, I don't think he'll mind. 

Farnetti: Swell. That's swell! 

He leaves.

Hilton village. Mary rides her bike out into the rod and narrowly avoids being h*t by a honking Jeep.

Barrett farmhouse. He's carrying his plates away from the table as Mary brings his laundry in.

Mary: Just put it down here, then. 

Barrett: Thanks, Mary. I'll take it up later. 

Mary: You gonna stay up here? 

Barrett: I've got nowhere else to go. 

Mary: Must be impossible for you, this. There's men everywhere. What did you mean the other day about Susan? 

Barrett: What about her? 

Mary: Susan and Ben. You seemed to think there was something wrong. 

Barrett: No, no. I was talking out of turn. 

Mary: You don't know how much it means to me, this wedding. I just want her to settle down. You know what sort of girl she is. She gets ideas. But, er, her and Ben, they've known each other a long time now. They'll be very happy together. 

Barrett: I wonder if any of us will ever be happy again with this w*r. Have you seen what they're doing over there? 

Mary: I know. 

Barrett: If I complain they'll only get the police on to it. There's nothing I can do. They've sent Ben up to Iceland. Susan left on her own down here. Ah, we're all changed, all of us. I don't think we'll ever be the same again. 

Mary: Is there something you're not telling me? 

Barrett: No, no. Don't you worry, Mary. Ben'll soon be home. Everything'll be all right. Promise. 

Mary: You're a shirt short, I'll pick it up later. 

Barrett: All right. 

She leaves.

River. A fish thrashes in the water.

Kieffer (offscreen): Come here, you little beauty. 

Foyle: How many's that? 

Kieffer: Three. 

Foyle: Same fly? 

Kieffer: Yep. 

Foyle: Well, that's my fly. 

Kieffer: Huh. I know. 

Foyle: Whoa.

Kieffer: You got it? 

Foyle scoops the fish out of the water with a net.

Foyle: What do you think? 

Kieffer: Two-pounder. 

He takes the net and they walk away from the riverbank.

Kieffer: So, how d'you get on with my rod? 

Foyle: Well, it's beautiful, it's just that I'm not catching anything. 

Kieffer: Oh, it's a poor workman who blames his tools. 

Foyle: Thank you. I'll keep trying. 

He goes back to the river with the fishing rod.

Kieffer: Been a cop for long? 

Foyle: Too long. 

Kieffer: I was an engineer plodding along in a little place called North Bridge, Massachusetts. 

Foyle: This all must have, er, come as quite a shock to you. 

Kieffer: Pearl Harbour was a wake-up call. You know, Christopher, I could never understand how many of my countrymen were against this w*r. The isolationists. 

Foyle: So when did you sign up? 

Kieffer: Last November. A month before Pearl. I had a kid brother whose name was Brian. He was 25 years old, serving in the US Navy. Destroyer. The Reuben James. They were on convoy duty in the Atlantic. At the end of October they were torpedoed and sunk. German U-Boat. 115 people lost their lives. Brian was among them. You know what? No one noticed. No one said anything. You see, nobody wanted to go to w*r. They wanted to pretend it hadn't happened. 

Foyle: Sorry. 

Kieffer: I volunteered the next day. 

Foyle: I've got a feeling I'd be better off with my old split cane, you know. 

Kieffer: That's something I'm learning about you Brits. If it's old, it's got to be good. 

Foyle: And you lot think that what's good needs improving. 

Kieffer: Hey, I'm the one who caught the fish. 

Foyle: Well, you're the one with my rod. 

Kieffer: Well, tell you what, let's call it even and go get a drink. 

Foyle: Warm beer? 

Kieffer: Sounds perfect. 

St Mary's school hall. A band is setting up as GIs make preparations for the dance.

Davies house. Susan pauses at the top of the stairs to smooth out a wrinkle in her stockings. Her mother stands below.

Mary: You look nice. 

Susan: Oh, thanks, Mum. 

Mary: Those aren't new stockings, are they? Where did you get them? 

Susan: Oh, I've had them ages. I was keeping them for a special occasion. 

Mary: Now, don't you be out too late. 

Susan: Mum.

Mary: What did Doctor Rogers say? 

Susan: Oh, I'm just a bit run down. I'm fine. 

Mary: Oh, I haven't told you. Ben's coming home! 

Susan: Ben? 

Mary: He sent a telegram from Scotland. 

Susan: When's he coming? 

Mary: Well, he should be here any time now. 

Susan: Why didn't you tell me? 

Mary: I haven't seen you. David only told me the other day. Aren't you pleased? 

Susan: Course I am. It's just... I don't want to see him at the moment. Not now. 

Mary: You know how he feels about you. 

Susan: Mum, we haven't seen each other for months. 

Mary: It's not his fault. 

Susan: You should have told me. 

Mary: I have told you. He's a good boy. He'll look after you. You were both so happy. The two of you. At school together. It'll be just like old times, you'll see. 

Susan kisses her on the cheek.

Susan: Don't wait up, Mum. 

She leaves. 

St Mary's school hall. The band is playing as three young women walk in.

GI: Ladies, welcome.

They chatter among themselves.

GI 2: Come on in, girls.

Girl: Hello.

GI 2: Want a drink?

Girl: Oh, thank you.

A couple dance a frenetic jitterbug.

Sam's lodgings. She comes out of the house dressed up for a night out and starts down the road.

Wheatsheaf. Alan Carter comes out of the pub and locks up behind him. There's a sign up saying that the pub is closed tonight.

St Mary's school. A couple spills out of the hall into a back corridor before heading back in. Further along the corridor, Taylor sits at the foot of a staircase, drinking alone in the dark from an unmarked bottle.

Hilton village. A coach pulls up. David Barrett is waiting by the side of the road and waves as it stops. Several people get off.

Woman: Hello, David. Night, night. Thank you, driver. 

Ben Barrett gets off of the bus in a navy uniform, carrying his kitbag.

Ben: Uncle David. 

He grips his uncle's hand.

Barrett: Ben. Oh. You're looking well. You've lost weight. 

Ben: Navy grub. 

Barrett: So how come it took you so long? 

Ben: No trains. Troop movements. 

Barrett: Oh. Well, I can hardly believe you're here. I've, er, missed you. 

Ben: You on your own? 

Barrett: Who else were you expecting? 

Ben: You know. Where is she? 

Barrett: Come on, let's, let's get home. 

Ben: Yeah. Where is she? 

Barrett: Well, she's not here, is she? 

Ben: I can see that. 

Barrett: Oh, I can't tell you what's been going on here. It's, um... everything's changed. 

Ben: What? 

Barrett: Come on, let's, let's get home. 

They walk along the road together.

Outside St Mary's. As Sam arrives, she sees Foyle there, just paying his taxi driver.

Sam: Sir!

Foyle: What are you doing here? 

Sam: Wasn't gonna come but I changed my mind. 

Foyle: Well, good for you. 

He takes his change from the taxi driver and they head inside.

Sam: Not the sort of place I'd expect to see you. 

Foyle: Well, I'm just doing my bit for Anglo-American relations. 

Sam: Absolutely. They have wonderful doughnuts. 

He chuckles as they head inside.

Hall. Kieffer is talking with O'Connor as Foyle and Sam arrive and meet up with Milner behind him.

Kieffer: You know what I'm talking about, Jack? See you later. 

O'Connor moves off and Kieffer approaches Foyle.

Kieffer: Christopher! 

Foyle: John. 

Kieffer: I'm so pleased you could make it. Thank you.

This is a colleague of mine, Paul Milner. 

Kieffer: Hello, Paul, welcome. Welcome.

Milner: Thank you.

Kieffer: Hey. Go grab some chow. Make yourself at home. Have a drink. 

Foyle: Thank you. 

The three of them enter and head over to the food table.

On the edge of the party, Taylor is drinking from a beer bottle. Doctor Rogers sits at a table nearby. Taylor starts looking woozy and goes to put the bottle down on a nearby table, but collapses to the ground. O'Connor comes over to him.

O'Connor: Are you okay? 

Taylor: No, I'm sick.

O'Connor: What is it?

Foyle watches from across the room.

Rogers approaches O'Connor and Taylor.

Rogers: Are you all right? 

O'Connor: Yeah, we're fine, thanks. 

Rogers: I'm a doctor. Look, can I help? 

Taylor: It's something I ate. 

Rogers: Looks, let's get him into another room, have a good look at him. 

O'Connor: Can you get up? Just take it easy. Nice and slow. 

He and Rogers help Taylor out of the room.

GI: Take it easy, Jimmy.

Woman: He doesn't look so clever.

As the three of them leave the hall, Susan is just arriving. She passes Carter on her way into the hall, but ignores him. He watches her go from the corridor. In the hall, the band are coming to the end of a tune.

GI (offscreen): Hey.

Woman (offscreen): Oh.

GI (offscreen): Let's dance.

People applaud.

GI (offscreen): Come on, one more. 

The band strike up a new slow tune.

Sam is standing in a corner having a drink. Farnetti approaches her.

Farnetti: Hello. 

Sam: Hello. 

Farnetti: I didn't think you'd come. 

Sam: I said I would, didn't I? 

Farnetti: Well, you said you would and you said you wouldn't. I'm glad you did. 

Across the room, Kieffer and Milner are talking and drinking beer. Elsewhere, Foyle stands alone, watching the room.

Susan enters and looks around. She spots O'Connor at the food table and approaches him as the tune comes to an end and there's more applause.

Susan: Where's Jimmy? 

O'Connor: Jimmy? 

Susan: James. Taylor. 

O'Connor: He's not coming. He's sick. 

Susan: You're lying. 

O'Connor: I just left him. A minute ago. With the doc. 

Susan: What's wrong with him? 

O'Connor: Maybe he heard you were coming. 

She walks off and leaves the hall.

Outside. The band can be heard striking up a more upbeat tune. David Barrett walks up to the building.

Hall. Farnetti is still standing with Sam.

Farnetti: So, you wanna dance? 

Sam: Er, you'll have to show me. 

Farnetti: My pleasure. 

Across the room, Doctor Rogers is just returning, passing Foyle and Milner where they stand talking to another man.

Sam dances with Farnetti, tentatively at first but soon getting into the swing of it. Foyle glances over and sees the two of them before going back to his conversation.

Darkened corridor. Susan struggle in vain against a man who has his hands around her throat.

Hall. Sam and Farnetti continue dancing until the tune comes to an end.

Corridor. Susan goes still and slumps. Her attacker lays her down on the ground.

Hall. Foyle and Milner join the applause for the band. Foyle glances over again in Sam's direction.

Corridor. Susan lies d*ad on the tiles, her neck visibly bruised.

Milner (offscreen): Susan Davies. 

He and Foyle are both studying the body while a uniformed policeman stands guard outside the door.

Milner: Her parents live in the village. I spoke to them yesterday. About Will Grayson's death. I wanted to speak to her but she was proving difficult to track down. 

Foyle: Was she involved? 

Milner: Yes, sir. I'm sure of it. 

Foyle steps out to look around the adjoining hallway. He spots that a room with beds at the end and goes over to investigate. He reads the names listed on the door: Farnetti, Taylor, Adams and Caffrey.

Milner is looking at Susan's stockings.

Milner: Nylons. 

Foyle: Yeah. I wonder where she got those? 

He sees that Susan's holding a set of dog tags in her hands. He takes them, reads the name, and exchanges a look with Milner.

Kieffer's office.

Kieffer: You don't think she could have involved with any of my men? 

He and O'Connor are both there with Foyle and Milner.

Foyle: Well, erm, you have a soldier here, name of Taylor? 

O'Connor: James Taylor. He's a private. 

Foyle: Possible to have a word with him, would you mind? 

Kieffer: Christopher, you're putting me in a very difficult position. If you're suggesting Taylor or any of my men could have been responsible for this...? 

Foyle: Does seem a possibility. 

Kieffer: I'd hate to obstruct you in any way but I have to tell you my first responsibility is to my men. 

Foyle: Well, of course. 

Kieffer: I'm not even sure I can let you speak to them. This is an American base. Theoretically, you are on American soil. 

Foyle: Meaning? 

Kieffer: All I'm saying is that a m*rder here could have ramifications beyond you and me. Maybe we should let the MPs handle this.

Foyle: You asking us to leave? 

Kieffer: Hell, hell, no. No, I'm just saying this could be more complicated than it seems. 

Foyle: Well, a girl is d*ad. It's my job to find out how it happened. Seems pretty straightforward to me. 

Kieffer: We should both tread carefully. 

Hall. The decorations for the dance are still set up. Milner and Foyle are questioning Taylor.

Taylor: Some local doc saw me, and I went to lie down. After that, I, 

I guess I fell asleep. 

Foyle: Went to lie down where? 

Taylor: Um, in my quarters. 

Foyle: You didn't see the girl? 

Taylor: No. I, er, I doubt I would have even recognised her if I had. 

Foyle: Your quarters, er, lead on to the corridor where she was found. 

Taylor: I was- I was asleep. I, I didn't see anyone. 

Foyle: Door closed, do you remember? 

Taylor: It was- it was open.

Flashback to the sleeping quarters.

Taylor (voiceover): I was er... I was half, half awake, half asleep. 

Taylor lies on a mattress just inside the door, twitching.

Taylor (voiceover): But, but I heard her out in the corridor. 

Susan (offscreen): I don't want to see you now. You shouldn't even have come here.  Just leave me alone.

Cut back to the hall.

Foyle: Was that all? 

Taylor: There was, um, there was something else. She said something like, er, she was still working and, er, and he, he could see her later. That was it. 

Foyle: He? 

Taylor: Whoever. Um, I tried to get up but I, I couldn't move and, um, so I think I fell asleep again. 

Foyle: Right. Er, you wear, um, identity discs, don't you? 

Taylor: Dog tags, sure. Yeah, we all do. 

Foyle: Would you mind if I had a look at yours? 

Taylor goes to pull them out and realises he's not wearing them.

Taylor: They're, they're gone. 

Milner takes them out of his pocket and shows them to Taylor.

Davies house, night.

Stan (voiceover): She was engaged. 

Foyle and Milner are with Stan and Mary in the dining room.

Mary: He won't know. We're, we're going to have to tell him. 

Milner: Who's that? 

Stan: His name's Ben Barrett. He used to have a job down at the baker's before the w*r. The two of them met at school. 

Milner: Barrett? 

Stan: His uncle farms up at Hawthorn Cross. 

Mary: He joined up. They sent him to Iceland. He's coming home on leave. 

Milner: Where are his parents? 

Stan: They were k*lled two years ago. b*mb in London. 

Foyle: D'you mind if we, er, take a look at your daughter's room? 

Stan stands up and leads Foyle and Milner upstairs.

Susan's room. Foyle looks around and sees a framed photo of Ben and Susan.

Foyle: Is this Ben? 

Stan: Yeah, that's him. That was taken about a year ago. 

Foyle: Being apart must have been hard for them. 

Stan: It's hard for us all, Mr Foyle. 

Foyle: Well, yes. Did he ever write? 

Stan: No, he was never much of a one with words. 

Milner picks up a small black book.

Foyle (offscreen): Presents, gifts, did he send anything? 

Stan (offscreen): No. No.

Foyle picks up another picture of Susan.

Foyle: Where was that taken? 

Stan: That was taken outside the chemical works. 

Foyle: Benson's? 

Stan: Yeah. 

Milner: Sir.

Foyle: In Bexhill? 

Stan: Yeah. 

Milner hands Foyle the book.

Stan: Susan's diary. She always kept one. I don't think she wrote much in it, though. 

Foyle flicks through.

Foyle: So. Would that be, erm, somebody's birthday, maybe? 

The date of January 10th is circled.

Stan: No, her birthday's the 13th. Well, it was the 13th. 

Foyle: Right. 

Milner: Mr Davies, we'll find who did this to her. 

Stan: Yes. She had so many dreams, that girl. She wasn't just gonna sit around this village for the rest of her life. She wanted to be someone. Now that's all over. 

Sam is driving along with Foyle in the passenger seat.

Foyle: You enjoy yourself last night? 

Sam: Yes, sir. Er, I did. Until... Yes. 

Foyle: Did you see anything? 

Sam: Susan Davies for example? 

Foyle: Yes. 

Sam: I saw her arrive. I saw her talking with O'Connor. He wasn't being very friendly. 

Foyle: Well, is he ever? Nothing after that? 

Sam: No, sir. I was dancing. 

Foyle: Yes, I saw. 

They pull up outside Doctor Rogers' house and they and Milner get out.

Rogers (voiceover): Well, I, I didn't see anything.

Foyle and Milner are interviewing him in the library.

Rogers: And I was there. Poor girl. 

Foyle: I gather you, er, had to treat one of the Americans. 

Rogers: A private, yes. Er, James Taylor was his name. 

Foyle: What was wrong with him? 

Rogers: A nasty att*ck of gastritis. Can be really crippling. He was in a lot of pain, poor chap. 

Foyle: What could have brought that on, do you think? 

Rogers: Something he'd eaten, perhaps. Mind you, he'd been drinking too. Anyway, I got him to bed. That was the best place for him. 

Foyle: And the d*ad girl was a patient of yours? 

Rogers: Well, everyone in Hilton's a patient of mine. It's a small village and I'm the only doctor. 

Foyle: And she came to see you recently? 

Rogers: Er, yes. 

Foyle: Because she was pregnant? 

Rogers: How did you know that? 

Foyle: It was in our doctor's report. Did she say who the father was? 

Rogers: No. It wasn't Ben Barrett, that's for sure. I rather fear it was one of our American friends. Well, they do have an eye for the main chance. And, er, it must be said that some of the girls round here have had a bit of a spring in their step since they've arrived. 

Foyle: Right, but she didn't give you a name? 

Rogers: No. But I'll tell you this, she couldn't have been happier about it. She thought this new baby was going to give her a whole new life. Oh, it's very sad. 

Hawthorn Cross. O'Connor, Kieffer, Taylor and Farnetti are meeting in one of the old farm buildings.

O'Connor: And you're just gonna let him walk in and pin it on us? 

Kieffer: Think I can do anything about it? 

O'Connor: Yes, sir, you probably can. 

Kieffer: Are you hiding something? 

O'Connor: No. I'd seen her around the village, sure. But I didn't even know her name. 

Kieffer: What about you, James? Did you know her? 

Taylor: Er, no. No, sir. I spoke to her once or twice in the village but... 

O'Connor: We talk to a lot of Jills. 

Taylor: I mean, she liked to hang around. I can't tell you much more than that. 

Kieffer: What's the story with the dog tags? 

Taylor: I don't know, sir. I had them round my neck at the start of the evening. I was sick, I was out of it. 

Kieffer: What was it you were drinking? 

Taylor: I don't know. Some, some strong... strong stuff. 

Kieffer: Are you saying someone took the dog tags while you were asleep? Is that it?

Taylor: I guess they must have. 

Kieffer: What about any of the others? Anyone else seen hanging around with this girl? 

Farnetti: I can ask around, sir, if you think it'll help. 

Kieffer: No, that won't be necessary. But when Foyle comes back, which he will, we're gonna have to work with him, okay? 

O'Connor: I don't see that it's his business, sir. This is a US base. We should leave it to the Snowdrops. 

Kieffer: It was an English girl. 

O'Connor: I don't care who she was. He's gonna come in here and try and pin her death on one of us. 

Kieffer: That's all. Dismissed. 

He leaves. As Taylor leaves the building after him, Farnetti chases after him.

Farnetti: Jimmy. Jimmy! 

Taylor: What is it? 

Farnetti: What you said in there. 

Taylor: What about it? 

Farnetti: That you didn't know her. That you only spoke to her now and then in the village. 

Taylor: So? 

Farnetti: That's not true. 

Taylor: What difference does it make? 

Farnetti: She's d*ad, man. Someone k*lled her, man. 

Taylor: What, you think it was me? 

He walks off. As O'Connor comes out behind them, Farnetti approaches him.

Farnetti: O'Connor. 

O'Connor: What do you want, Farnetti? 

Farnetti: We should have told him. 

O'Connor: What do you mean? There's nothing to tell. 

Farnetti: What about her and Taylor? What about... What about you giving her money? 

O'Connor: You got a big mouth. 

He heads back into the building.

Farnetti: Sergeant, we can't just walk away from this. We gotta tell them what we know. 

O'Connor comes back out again.

O'Connor: It's none of your goddamned business, private. She was a girl. She got k*lled. That's the end of it. 

Barrett farm. Sam paces by the car.

Barrett: How did it happen? If you're here, if you're asking these questions, are you saying someone, someone k*lled her? 

Foyle and Milner are there to question him in the farmhouse.

Barrett: Is that what you're telling me? 

Milner: She was strangled. 

Barrett turns his head away, looking upset.

Foyle: Is your nephew here, Mr Barrett? 

Barrett: Ben. Well, you're not gonna tell me you think he's got anything to do with it? 

Foyle: Is he here? 

Barrett: Now, listen to me. You don't have to be a bloody detective to know who did this. It's staring you in the face. The Yanks. They were all there drinking and dancing. It could be any one of them. 

Foyle: Right. She was, er, k*lled at the dance, then, was she? 

Barrett: Wasn't she? I, I presume she went to the dance because the whole village was going. Everyone went. 

Foyle: And you? 

Barrett: No. 

Foyle: But you were seen. 

Barrett: I was outside the building, that's true, but I never went inside. 

Foyle: So you did go? 

Barrett: I went, but when I got there I changed my mind. Taking their food like that. I don't know. I'd enjoy it more if I'd known it had come from h*tler. So I turned around and... came home. 

Foyle: Did your nephew go? 

Barrett: No. Ben, he was here. 

Foyle: Er, his fiancée was there, wasn't she? I mean, did he not know she was there? 

Barrett: Well, yes. 

Foyle: And it was his first day back on leave, wasn't it? 

Barrett: Well, of course he wanted to see her. He was going to go. But he was dog-tired. He'd come all the way down from Iceland then Greenock then here. And then had his supper and went to bed. 

Foyle: So where is he now, then? 

Barrett: Couldn't say. 

Foyle: Right. Well, if he shows up, erm, would you ask him to be in touch with us? 

Barrett: He'll want to see you. We all will. We all want to know who's done this. 

Foyle and Milner head outside.

Milner: Did you believe him? 

Foyle: Did you? 

Milner: No. He isn't very fond of Americans, is he? If Susan Davies was having an affair with an American, perhaps he knew? Or maybe Ben Barrett found out? He comes home on leave, finds his girlfriend pregnant by another man. D'you think I should put out an alert? 

Foyle: No, we should give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being. 

Farmhouse. David Barrett looks at a framed photo of Ben and Susan, then deliberately knocks it to the floor. The glass smashes.

Later.

Barrett: Well, then, what are you going to do? 

Ben (offscreen): I think I'll go to London. I wish I'd never come. 

Barrett: You can't just leave. The police were here. Want to see you. 

Ben: I've got nothing to say to them. She's nothing to me any more. 

Barrett: Ben.

Ben: I've only got a week's leave. I'm sorry. Do you really think I wanna spend any more of it here after all this? 

He walks off and Barrett follows him through the building.

Barrett: You've got to see them. They were asking questions about you. Now you listen to me. You can't tell them. 

Ben: What? 

Barrett: You can't tell them about her. 

Ben: Why not? 

Barrett: I know I shouldn't have told you. That's why not. If you tell them that you knew about her and this Taylor you know what they're gonna think. 

Ben: What do you think? 

Barrett: Where were you last night? 

Ben: I told you. You want me to lie to them? What do you want me to do? I should leave. 

Police station. Sam arrives in the reception area and sees Foyle sitting on one of the benches.

Foyle: Where have you been? 

Sam: Actually, sir, I've been having tea. I'm sorry. 

Foyle: At eleven o'clock? 

Sam: With Joe Farnetti, an American from the base. 

Foyle: That the one you were dancing with? 

Sam: Yes, sir. 

Foyle: Tell me in the car. 

He leaves and Sam follows.

The two of them are driving along.

Sam: I wouldn't normally take time off, sir. He said it was about the case. He knows something. He didn't tell me what. He did say that a, a lot of the men knew Susan Davies. They were getting stuff from her. 

Foyle: Stuff? 

Sam: That's all he said. 

They arrive at St Mary's school. Foyle gets out of the car, and after a moment, Sam opens the door to follow him.

Sam: Sir. I know this isn't the right place or the right time. There's something I've been meaning to tell you. I, I got a letter from Andrew the other day. And... he's sort of... thrown me over, I'm afraid. He's met someone else. 

Foyle: I didn't know that. 

Sam: No, there's, there's no reason why you should. I, I didn't want to mention it on duty but, erm... He was very nice about it. Very honest. And it's absolutely true that with him in Debden and me over here it wasn't really- wasn't going to work. But there we are. Um, I just thought you should know. 

Foyle: Thank you. 

He turns to head towards the building.

Kieffer's office. Kieffer stands behind the desk as Foyle walks in.

Kieffer: I had a feeling you'd be back. 

Foyle: It's my job. 

Kieffer: Want to speak to one of my men? 

Foyle: Yep. 

Kieffer: James Taylor? 

Foyle: Yes.

Kieffer: You've seen him once already. 

Foyle: That's right. 

Kieffer picks up the phone.

Kieffer: Would you have Taylor come up to my office, please. Right away. There you are. 

Foyle nods in acknowledgement.

There's a knock on the door and Taylor comes in.

Taylor: Sir. Mr Foyle. 

Foyle: Mr Taylor. 

Kieffer: Mr Foyle has some more questions to ask you. 

Foyle: Well, just one. 

Taylor: I don't have any more to tell you. 

Foyle: Erm, before, er, you became ill what had you been drinking? 

Taylor: Some sort of British stuff. 

Foyle: What exactly? 

Taylor: Liquor. I don't know exactly what it was. 

Foyle: Where d'you get it? 

Kieffer: Answer him, Taylor. 

Taylor: Sir.

Kieffer: Just do it. 

Taylor: O'Connor gave it to me, but there was nothing wrong with it. I had too much. 

Foyle: Where did he get it?

Taylor hesitates.

Foyle: Susan Davies? 

Wheatsheaf. Sam, Foyle and Milner arrive along with two other police cars.

Inside, Foyle and Milner question Carter.

Carter: I don't know what you're talking about. 

Milner: A man is d*ad. You may have k*lled him. And Susan Davies has been m*rder. You were there. 

Carter: That wasn't me. I swear to you, that was nothing to do with me. 

Milner: Where is it? 

Carter: Where's what? 

Milner: The still. 

A uniformed policeman enters from the back.

Policeman: Sir...

Milner heads out that way, ushering Carter before him.

The policeman leads the way through a gate to the shed.

Policeman: This way, sir. 

Milner heads into the shed. Another uniformed officer shoves Carter after.

Inside. Milner looks at Susan's still setup, and picks up one of the bottles. He uncorks it to sniff the contents, then jerks his head back. He turns to look at Carter.

Milner: Cuff him. 

The two policemen handcuff Carter.

Milner: Give us a minute, would you? Not you, Carter. Sit down. 

Carter sits down. Milner suddenly grabs him by the nose, forcing his mouth open.

Carter: Ah! Ow! 

Milner starts to force the alcohol into his mouth, then one of the policemen comes back in.

Policeman: Sarge... 

Milner: Get him out of here. 

Milner shoves Carter out, then throws one of the bottles down on the ground to smash it.

Police interview room.

Carter: I was gonna get rid of it. I was getting rid of it all. 

Milner is sitting across from him. Foyle enters the room to join them.

Carter: It was never my idea. It was hers. She picked up the know-how when she was at Benson's. She talked me into it. She said it would be a bit of a laugh, that's all. Wouldn't do anybody any harm. 

Foyle: Industrial strength alcohol, however you disguise it, can cause asphyxia, insanity, blindness, death. 

Carter: No. 

Milner: Will Grayson is d*ad because of you. 

Carter: It wasn't my fault. 

Milner: He didn't want his father to know what he was doing so he locked the door and drank a bottle of it. The room caught f*re but he was blind. Blind drunk. That's what your moonshine had done to him. He called out to his father, "I can't see." But it wasn't the f*re. It wasn't the smoke. It was you. 

Carter: No. 

Milner: There was a key right beside the bed. But he couldn't see it to let himself out. You k*lled him, Mr Carter. 

Carter: No, I told you. It was never my idea. It was the girl. I have stopped. I was going to destroy it. But she thr*at me. She said she was gonna tell you I made her do it but it wasn't like that, it was her. She wanted the money. She had these plans. America. 

Foyle is studying him as he talks.

Foyle: How d'you get that? 

Carter: What? 

Foyle: The thing on your neck. 

There's a scratch just above his collar.

Carter: Oh, er, I was clearing some brambles in the garden. What are you thinking? I never laid a hand on her. I swear to you. I never went anywhere near her. 

Reception area. Barrett enters and approaches Brooke at the front desk.

Barrett: Excuse me, I want to see Mr Foyle. 

Brooke: I'm afraid he's not available at the moment, sir. 

Barrett: Well, can you tell him David Barrett is here to see him. And can you tell him... I did it. I k*lled Susan Davies. And can you tell him I want to confess. 

Brooke picks up the phone as Barrett sits down on one of the benches.

Interview room. Foyle and Milner stand listening to Barrett.

Barrett: I lied to you the last time we spoke. I went to the party like I told you. But I didn't leave. I went inside. And I went in to find her, because of what she'd done. Not, not to me. To my boy. I never had any children. Ben was like a son to me. And when I think of him up there in the cold, fighting for his King and country while she was... seeing someone. A Yank. I told you it'd be one of them. And I was right, wasn't I? I saw him with her. Coming out of the barn. I should have told Ben. Of course I should have told him, but... I couldn't bring myself to do it. He was asleep like I told you and... then I decided that I'd deal with it. 

Foyle: By k*lling her? 

Barrett: No, no, not to k*ll her. Just to see her, to, to plead with her. Oh, I don't know. I don't know what was going on in my head. 

Flashback to Barrett entering the school building.

Barrett (voiceover): I went in the back way. And I ran across her in the corridor. 

He makes his way along the corridor.

Barrett (voiceover): We didn't talk much. Didn't want to see me. 

Cut back to the interview room.

Barrett: And then... well, then I just lost my temper. That's all there is to it. There's... nothing else to say. 

Foyle: Do you know that, erm, you could hang for this? 

Barrett: I feel sorry for Stan and Mary. I mean, they'd no idea she was like that. They just thought the best of her. I just wish they didn't have to find out. 

Foyle: You know the, erm, name of the American that Susan was seeing? 

Barrett: Taylor. 

Foyle: Thank you. 

Hawthorn Cross. Foyle and Milner are there to question Taylor.

Foyle: Any feelings at all for this girl? 

Taylor: No, sir. Sir, I didn't. I was just so lonely. You know, I got a girl back home. I was missing her so much. And Susan... at first she seemed so, so friendly, and one thing led to another. She wanted me to marry her. That wasn't going to happen. My parents would have k*lled me. Anyway, I told you, I didn't love her. I know how that sounds. 

Foyle: Well, you could have told us all this at the beginning. You could have told us the night she was k*lled. 'Cause the person who did this is still out there, so you haven't helped, have you?

Taylor: I'm sorry, sir. I was, er, I was scared. I was- I was ashamed. 

Barrett farm. Foyle and Milner approach the building and find Ben sitting outside, taking a break from chopping wood.

Foyle: Mr Barrett? 

Ben: Who are you? 

Foyle: We're the police. Er, we've been expecting you to be in touch with us. 

Ben: Yeah? 

Foyle: Can we have a word? 

Ben: Please yourself. 

Inside.

Ben: I don't care what he said. He didn't k*ll anyone. He wouldn't have hurt Susan. He'd known her her whole life. Her mum and dad are his friends. I'm telling you, he didn't do it. 

Foyle: Why is he telling us he did, then? 

Ben: I don't know. You tell me. 

Foyle: You've just come back from Iceland, haven't you? 

Ben: Yes. 

Foyle: Convoys, is that right? 

Ben: I can't talk about that. 

Foyle: Can you talk to us about, er, Susan? 

Ben: What? 

Foyle: Susan. 

Ben: We met at school. 

Foyle: Yeah, so I gather.  I understand, er, you're engaged? 

Ben: We were. 

Foyle: Er, were you aware of the, erm, relationship she was having with, er, one of the Americans? 

Ben: Yes. My uncle told me. 

Foyle: Did he? He says he didn't. 

Ben: Uncle David doesn't know what he's saying. 

Foyle: Finding that out after being away for so long, er, must have been quite a shock.

Ben: Wasn't a shock. She was always that way if you want the truth, Mr Foyle. Dreaming. Never happy with what she had. Even at school she wanted to travel, see the world. Often wondered if she'd ever really settle down. And if she did, would it be with me? 

Foyle: So, erm, then what did you do? 

Ben: I went to the pub. 

Foyle: Which pub was that? 

Ben: The Royal Oak, Hastings. 

Milner: Your uncle told us that you went to bed. 

Ben: Well, he's lying again. He thinks I k*lled her. Don't you see? He's protecting me because he thinks I did it. Well, I didn't and neither did he. So the two of you are wasting your time. You might as well leave.

Police interview room. Barrett sits at the table, and looks up as Foyle and Milner enter.

Foyle: Mr Barrett. You can go. 

Barrett: What? 

Foyle: You can leave. I've spoken to your nephew. 

Barrett: What are you saying? 

Foyle: I'm saying that you're free to... free to go. Making a false confession is, er, construed as wasting police time and obstructing the course of justice, but I understand why you did it, so you're free to go. 

Barrett: What about Ben? 

Foyle: What about him? 

Barrett: Well, didn't he...? 

Foyle: No. 

Barrett: I thought that he'd k*lled Susan and I- and I thought it was my fault. 

Milner: But you did tell him about it, didn't you?

Barrett: I did more than that. I wanted him to be angry. I don't know how I could have done that, Mr Foyle, but I, I wanted him to... 

Flashback to Ben and Barrett walking back to the farm together.

Barrett (voiceover): I just don't know how I could do that. 

Barrett: There's someone else, Ben. He's taken her. He's sweet-talking her. And now... she doesn't want to know you. 

Barrett takes Ben into the bar where Susan and Taylor had their assignation.

Barrett (voiceover): I told him about her and Taylor. And so God help me, I didn't spare any details. I wanted to make him angry. 

Flashback to Barrett talking with Ben in the farmhouse.

Barrett: He's one of these Yanks. They come over here and they don't give a damn about our boys out there fighting the w*r. They earn twice as much as you do. They've got food, they've got everything. But that's not enough. James Taylor. That's his name. And you should do something about it. 

Interview room.

Milner: So you tried to get him to go to the dance to pick a fight with Taylor? 

Barrett: I did. And that's where I thought he'd gone. 

Foyle: Not at all what happened though, is it? 

Barrett: No. 

Flashback to Barrett walking through the school. He sees Susan lying d*ad in the corridor and hurries over to her.

Barrett: Susan? Susan! Susan? 

He takes her pulse.

Barrett (voiceover): I thought it must have been Ben. I thought he must have come across her. 

Cut back to the interview room.

Barrett: It was my fault. 

Foyle: And you took the identity discs? 

Barrett: How do you know that? 

Foyle: Well, somebody did and it certainly wasn't her. The string wasn't broken so it would have come over Taylor's head, not quite the sort of thing you're able to do while you're being strangled, perhaps? 

Flashback to Barrett in the corridor.

Barrett (voiceover): I was going to leave. Then I heard some men calling out his name. 

GI (offscreen): Yeah, but he's out here. Taylor, come on!

Barrett drags Susan's body further away from the sound of the voices. 

GI 2 (offscreen): Come on, Taylor.

GI (offscreen): What is he doing in there? 

Three drunk GIs head through into Taylor's quarters, laughing.

GI 2: Private First Class Taylor, where are you? 

GI 3: First-class what?

GI: Private First Class Taylor!

GI 2 (offscreen): Ah, he's half full.

GI 3 (offscreen): Taylor!

GI (offscreen): Oh. Aw, you're so sweet!

GI 3 (offscreen): He's a mess.

Barrett listens from an adjoining corridor as they break into drunken singing.

GIs (offscreen): There once was a soldier named Taylor, who suddenly looked much paler. He fell asleep in his bunk and he's drunk as a skunk!

They laugh.

Flashback to Barrett looking down at the sleeping Taylor.

Barrett: Taylor? 

Barrett (voiceover): I didn't even think about it, actually. It just seemed the, well, the right thing to do. I wanted to punish him and protect Ben. 

Barrett takes the dog-tags.

Barrett (voiceover): I know it wasn't right. It was a wicked thing to do. And to be honest with you, I... oh, I don't know how I could. 

Cut back to the interview room. Barrett stands up.

Barrett: Who did k*ll her, Mr Foyle? D'you know? 

Other interview room. Carter sits at the table. Foyle and Milner enter.

Foyle: Mr Carter?

Carter: Yeah?

Milner: We're arresting you for the m*rder of Susan Davies. You don't have to say anything-

Carter: No.

Milner: But anything you do say- 

Carter stands up.

Carter: You cannot pin that on me. I had nothing to do with it. 

Milner: Sit down. 

Carter: You're wrong. 

Foyle: You were heard. 

Carter: Who, who was? 

Flashback to Taylor's quarters.

Foyle (voiceover): Yourself and Susan Davies. 

Carter (voiceover): Who by? 

Foyle (voiceover): One of the Americans. 

Milner (voiceover): He was in a room next to the corridor where you k*lled her. 

Taylor lies on the mattress half awake.

Susan (offscreen): I don't want to see you now. You shouldn't even have come here. 

Carter (offscreen): Please-

Susan (offscreen): Just leave me alone. 

Carter (offscreen): Listen.

Susan (offscreen): Stop following me. We're gonna keep the still working, d'you understand? 

Interview room.

Carter: So what sort of evidence do you call that? Is that a reason to k*ll her? 

Foyle: Well, no, but he misheard, didn't he? It was nothing to do with her still working but very much to do with keeping your illegal still working. Which was the reason you k*lled her. Blood was found under her fingernails. 

Carter: What's that got to do with me? 

Foyle: From that. 

He points at the scratch on Carter's neck.

Carter: Look, that's not... I told you where I got that. 

Foyle: Your blood. 

Carter slumps.

Carter: I had to. I had to make her stop. But she wouldn't listen to me. I, I, I, I couldn't make her listen, and a man had died. 

Flashback to Carter and Susan in the corridor.

Susan: I don't want to see you now. You shouldn't even have come here. 

Carter: Listen.

Susan: Just leave me alone. 

He chases after her, grabbing her by the shoulders to stop her leaving.

Susan: I'm going to keep the still working, d'you understand? What are you doing, get off me! 

Carter: No! 

Susan: Get your hands off me! 

He shoves her up against the wall and starts to strangle her. She scratches his neck in the struggle before going still. He lays her down on the ground

Carter (voiceover): I never meant to hurt her. 

Back in the interview room, he lays his head down on the table.

Later. Foyle is just leaving his office as Sam comes out of Milner's ahead of him.

Foyle: Sam?

Sam: Sir? 

Foyle: Listen, I should apologise. I've made, um, judgements about you and your personal life which I had absolutely no right to do and as a result I, er, I might have spoken out of turn. 

Sam: That's quite all right, sir. I should have said something earlier. 

Foyle: Well... I'm sorry about Andrew. 

Sam: It's the w*r, isn't it? 

Foyle: Suppose so. 

Sam: Can I give you a lift home? 

Foyle: No. I'll walk. Um, you get an early night. 

Sam: Thank you. 

Foyle: And, er, have a very good time. 

Sam: Thank you.

He heads out of the station.

Sam: Goodnight. 

A street in Hastings. As Foyle is walking along, Kieffer pulls up beside him in a Jeep.

Kieffer: Christopher! I just missed you at the station. So you've finally caught the k*ller, eh? 

Foyle: Yep. 

Kieffer: And it wasn't the wicked American? 

Foyle: It wasn't. 

Kieffer: I guess Lord Haw-Haw will be sorry about that. 

Foyle chuckles.

Kieffer: Look.

He turns off the engine and gets out of the Jeep.

Kieffer: I might as well come straight out with it. I wanna say I'm sorry, okay? This business about the girl. I'm new here. I know how you British are always m*rder each other but I didn't expect to get caught up in it like that, so, er, maybe I behaved like a jerk. 

Foyle: Well, you did what you thought was right. 

Kieffer: Can we put all this behind us? 

Foyle: Of course. 

Kieffer: Good. And in the interests of furthering British-US friendship, I happen to have a quart of Jack Daniels in the back. Don't suppose you'd care to come back to base and help me in drinking it, would you? 

Foyle: To, er, help the w*r effort? 

Kieffer: Exactly. 

Foyle: Don't see why not. 

Kieffer: Climb aboard. 

They get into the Jeep and drive away.

Foyle: By the way, what's a jerk? 

Kieffer: Let me explain. 

Foyle: Nothing to do with dried meat? 

Kieffer: Nothing to do with dried meat! That's jerky. 

Foyle: That's jerky.

Kieffer: Okay, look, a jerk is someone who- it-

The Jeep drives off around the corner.
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