Foyle's War

Go on! Get him! Get him!

Come on!

Keep on him!

Come on! Whip him!

Just hit him!

- What's... what's happening? - Shh!

That's right! Come on, man.

He's gonna kill you!

Come on!

That's enough!

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The winner!

Good morning.

Firstly, I'd like to introduce DCS Foyle

and thank him for giving us his time at such short notice.

Now, this committee has been convened

to discuss a rather sensitive matter.

The council has received a request

from the commanding officer at the American base

to introduce a color bar in Hastings.

I thought we should at least listen

to a few thoughts on the matter

from people like you who would have to implement it.

Major Wesker here is the new liaison officer at the base,

and he's happy to answer any questions.

Gentlemen.

Unfortunately, we've had a growing number of incidents

between our colored and white troops.

Fighting has broken out in public,

and it seems to be getting worse

now that everyone is itching to get stateside.

My commanding officer feels a temporary color bar

could avoid trouble flaring up between the troops

like it did at Bamber Bridge awhile back.

Bamber Bridge?

Yes, a brawl between white and colored soldiers

in a local bar escalated into a full-blown mutiny.

But why now?

The war in Europe's over after all.

You boys will be going home soon.

Not quite.

The truth is we can't use our colored troops

as part of the occupying force in Europe.

Heinies don't take too kindly to being bossed around by them.

So our colored boys are killing time

till we can free up enough transport to ship them home.

They've been here a long time doing nothing,

so tensions are rising.

How do you see this working exactly?

Well, we could make some of the bars whites only,

some coloreds only.

We wouldn't restrict our colored soldiers.

We'd just separate them like we do at the base.

Well, that's fine, except this isn't America.

It's Great Britain, and we don't practice segregation.

Quite right, Detective Chief Superintendent.

The world would be a boring place if we were all the same.

But these are exceptional times, are they not?

Which is why perhaps

it's important to remember what we've been fighting for.

Freedom from oppression, wasn't it?

Pointless destroying what we're trying to protect,

wouldn't you say?

Foyle, tricky business this color bar.

But it might be for the best just for a few months.

Right.

Let's mull it over.

We can reconvene in a few days.

You can make your recommendation then.

This is the 8:00 news from the BBC...

Here are the sausages. Only one each, remember?

Yes.

- Eggs ready yet? - Nearly.

Ah, you hear that?

Kept me up all night.

- Morning. - Morning.

I hope she didn't give everyone a sleepless night.

She's got colic.

Oh, I'm sure nobody heard a thing.

There we go.

Excuse me.

Who'd have thought rationing would get worse after the war?

Well, we've got to keep them poor Germans fed.

How's your little girl? Did she have a bad night?

Did you hear her?

Just a bit. Wasn't that bad.

Wasn't that bad?

Sounded like she was being tortured or something.

If she keeps this up, we'll get thrown out, won't we?

Don't be silly. Of course you won't.

Don't listen to Mr. Hains here.

I don't know why anyone would want to have children.

Well, that's not something you'll have to worry about,

is it, Mr. Hains?

With your countenance, no woman would have you.

Sam, can I have a word?

Of course.

Um. Well, the baby kept Mr. Hains awake last night,

and I think he might say something to Mr. Wainwright.

I told her to stop worrying about him.

He'll be fine once he gets his artificial arm.

Lucy!

Well, you'd think he was the only person

who'd suffered in the war.

He lost an arm.

Yeah, I lost a husband.

Don't worry. I'll put in a good word for you.

Oh, thank you.

I'll be leaving.

I'll pay for last night, but you won't be seeing me again.

Something wrong?

I didn't realize the kind of people you had here.

It's a downright disgrace!

What is, exactly?

Any establishment that allows loose women

and their pickaninnies.

Mandy and the baby are going to put people off.

So?

Don't want people like that staying here anyway, do you?

Well, the way business is I can't be that choosy.

Look, I feel for her, Sam. I do.

But I need every penny I can get or I could lose this place.

Adam, she's just been chucked out by her own family.

Now you want to chuck her out as well?

I thought we were all supposed to be in this together.

Isn't that what the war was all about?

Mum.

I need... I need to talk to you.

Mum.

Can you... Can you lend me some money?

For the... For the rent. I-I promise I'll pay you back.

I told you not to come back here.

I've got no time for you.

But don't... don't you even want to see your granddaughter?

You ought never to have kept that baby.

Other girls gave them away.

You should have waited for Tommy.

He'd have seen you, all right.

Well, what's this got to do with Tommy?

Mum!

Mum, please!

I need milk for the baby!

Come on, guys. Let's go!

We're going home!

Don't drop the garbage, boy!

Man, I am sick and tired

of watching these white boys go home

while we stand here clearing the trash.

It could be worse. We could still be fighting.

You don't want to get back home to the States?

Yeah, sure, I do.

Damn, Gabe, it's been so long,

I can't remember the sound of my girl's voice.

How long they going to keep us here?

Listen, Paul, it's nearly over.

And we'll be out of this man's army soon.

Let's just keep our heads down, huh?

You two! Get back to work!

Hey, boy!

We're on the last transport back to the States, Paul.

Get used to it.

How is she?

Can I have a peek?

Yeah.

Hello.

What's that?

Thank you.

What's that?

Do you still see him? The father?

No, not really.

Does he know he has a daughter?

Yeah.

But I thought it best I didn't see him.

Best for him.

Well, what's best for you?

I can't think about myself.

The baby comes first.

My mum thinks I've ruined my life.

She still hopes

that I'll get back with my old boyfriend Tommy.

Tommy Duggan.

He's quite well-known round here. He's a boxer.

Oh, that's right.

He was a conchie, wasn't he?

The boxer who wouldn't fight.

I remember people talking about it.

They sent him away to work on the land, up in Scotland.

He's been writing me letters,

and now they're sending him home again.

Does that worry you?

Well, he won't like it that I've been with someone.

He always thought he owned me.

I-I never encouraged him.