Foyle's War

- Same again, then? - I don't know, Jack.

Come on, mate. It's only half-past 9:00.

And I have to be up at 6:00.

Bloody shipyard.

Sit on your backside all day.

What have you got to worry about?

Ted, same again.

Come on, gentlemen. You've had enough to drink.

Time you were going home.

He's right, Jack. Come on. I'll walk you home.

- Get off me! - Oh!

Jack.

I don't need you to walk me home.

I'm not a girl. I'm not a child.

Jack, that's not what I meant.

You think I'm scared of the dark?

I'll have no fighting in here.

You leave quiet, or I'll call the law.

Yeah? I'm not scared of them. I'm not scared of nothing!

- Come on, Jack. Let's just... - Get off me.

Bloody hell!

You don't know what's like to be scared, Derek.

You got a nice, cushy number.

Shop steward.

Suppose someone put a bullet right between your eyes.

Fetch a copper.

Where the hell did you get that from, Jack?

Come on. Put it down.

Ticking clock, Derek.

Now you know what it feels like.

10, 9...

- 8... - Stop it, Jack.

- Excuse me. - Scram.

I'm with the police, actually.

- Police? - Well, sort of.

I was just having a drink,

and I really think you should put that down.

- Why don't you make me? - You're not gonna shoot anybody.

We're all on the same side, so why don't you put the gun down

and we'll all sit and talk it through over another beer?

- He is not having any more. - Come on.

You don't want to get yourself into any more trouble, do you?

Give me the gun.

Do as she says, Jack. Come on.

I'm just trying to make a point. That's all.

Yes, I think you've made your point.

That's him. He was waving a gun.

You'd better come with me.

- He didn't mean anything. - What's your name?

- His name's Jack Archer. - R.E.s, are you?

Come on, then.

- I'll come, too. - Who are you?

I'm his mate. Woodgate.

Derek Woodgate.

That was very brave of you, miss,

taking him on like that.

Not really. I think he was just showing off.

I mean, I don't even think it's loaded.

Oh! God!

Uh... oh.

Good morning.

Assistant Commissioner Rose

for Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle.

Is he expecting you, sir?

Where he's expecting me or not is neither here nor there.

- Can you show me to his office? - Right this way, sir.

Foyle.

- Commissioner. - I hope I'm not interrupting.

Well, since you mention it, there are better moments, but...

- Busy? - Yes.

What with?

Well, there's a group operating along the coast here,

stealing anything from tires to steel and timber

and selling it on to private contractors.

Nothing too important.

I can't see the war effort being harmed

by the loss of a few tires.

- I wouldn't exactly agree, sir. - Wouldn't you?

No, I wouldn't.

Atlantic convoys, for example, are suffering

since shipyards can't patch up vessels

when welding plates have gone missing.

Trains carrying troops and supplies

can't run when there are no materials for basic repairs.

Petty crime, perhaps, but it's having

a very significant effect on the war effort.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright.

What are you gonna do about it?

Oh, we've managed to set up a company of builders' merchants

operated by ourselves.

It's taken us three months to do it.

I'm sure you can delegate. Something else has come up.

And I want you to take charge of it personally.

Have you heard of the People's Convention?

Left-wing intellectuals based in London.

There's nothing intellectual about them.

They're a group of Communist agitators

stirring up trouble for no reason at all.

They're talking about people's government, people's peace.

Dangerous fifth-column nonsense.

Though not exactly illegal, as far as I'm aware.

One of their leaders is a man called Raymond Carter.

Now, I've had word he's coming down this way.

He's booked into the Regency Hotel here in Hastings

with his fiancée.

I want you to keep an eye on him.

Bit short on time, sir.

I'm the one who decides what you do with your time.

Carter's talking to trade unionists, local councilors.

Look here... You're the one that's talking about

railway lines and shipyards.

He's a Bolshie firebrand.

He could do untold damage

disrupting day-to-day work with his ideas.

I can't stop him having meetings.

Well, you can arrest him on sedition if the need arises.

I remember the need arising to arrest me on sedition

not so very long ago.

Well, it was a misunderstanding, eh?

Isn't this?

That's what I want you to look into.

Keep an eye on him. See who he meets.

That sort of thing.

Then you can report back.

And what do you suggest that I do with everything else?

This comes first.

Paul.

Can I help you?

- You're the governor, right? - That's right.

I got word I might be able to help you out.

I'm sorry. I don't have any vacancies.

I'm not looking for a job.

Then how can you help me?

Are you looking for materials?

Everyone's looking for materials.

Well, not everyone's looking in the right place.

What are you after?

I've got a job over in Eastbourne.

Private air raid shelter.

We've dug the hole, but we need to shore it up, put the roof on.

Bits and bobs. Have a look.

I can get all of this.

Where from?

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

That's how the song goes.

Alright.

- How much? - That's better.

£15 up front, and £15 more when I deliver.

£15 is a lot of money to give somebody I've never met before.

How do I know that I can trust you?

Now you're asking silly questions again.

Alright. Give me your name.

You know my name.

I think it should work both ways.

My name's Kimble.

Ian Kimble.

How long will it take?

We can do it tonight. You'll need a lorry.

After work. 8:00, alright?

The old transformer factory at the end of Blackwood Lane.

Yep. I know it. I'll be there.

Bring the rest of the money,

and I don't want to see anyone with you.

I'll need someone to help me carry the stuff.

One man. One lorry. That's all you'll need.

See where he goes.

Miss Stewart.

I wonder if I could have a word?

Don't tell me. I've parked in front of the entrance again.

No, it's nothing like that.

No, it's about that business the other night at The King's Head.

What?

Young lad with a gun.

Oh. How did you hear about that?

Didn't you get the invitation? Jack Archer.

- He's the one marrying Gwen? - Yes.

I've had his name on my mantelpiece.

I didn't realize it was that Jack Archer.

They were at school together. They've always been sweethearts.

Oh, dear. It's a bit embarrassing, isn't it?

You can say that again.

Well, he was a bit drunk, that's all.

I know that. He's a good lad, really.

That's why I was wondering

if you'd be prepared to put in a word for him.

You were there. You know he wasn't really gonna hurt anyone.

You want me to go to court?

I just thought if you went up before the magistrate,

you know, as a witness...

I'd be glad to.

How is Gwen? I haven't seen her for a while.

She's been working. That's why. What with this wedding.

He's a sapper.

I suppose that must put him under a lot of pressure.

Oh, yes. It certainly does.

- It's a 15. - Mm-hmm.

You done the ring?

Yep.

- It's a straight Crabtree, then? - Yes.

And it's sunny side up. Bit of luck, that.