Foyle's War

What time is it?

Sorry.

Didn't mean to wake you up.

I'm cold... come back to bed.

I can't, it's half 6:00.

Give us a kiss.

I can't... I told you.

So this is what it's gonna be like, is it,

when me and you is married?

I won't work, not after the war.

This bleedin' war,

can't end bloody soon enough.

You're a wonderful girl, you know that, Grace.

I couldn't live without you.

You're my best girl.

Harry...

What?

We need to talk.

What about?

You know what about.

Oh, we've already talked about that.

- Oh, I know, but I jus... - Not now, Gracie.

You've got to get to work. Go on. Hop it.

- Oi! - What?

You forgetting something?

Oh, I'd forget me own head,

if it wasn't screwed onto me shoulders.

You heard what the quack said.

You've got to look after yourself.

I tell you what, how about you and me

meet for tea at the Corner House after work?

Can you afford it?

- You can pay. - Harry!

Don't let Mr. Johnson see you on your way out.

Thanks, Stan.

Have a nice day.

Oh, bye-bye!

I thought you'd taken them again.

I know you!

- Down in the dumps? - Mm.

Cheer up, love.

It's not as bad as all that

down in this dump, eh?

Don't tell me old Adolf's had another go at you.

Oh, I haven't seen him, not yet.

Someone ought to tell him he's on the wrong side.

I reckon he'd go down a treat in Berlin.

The trouble with Eddie is

he was wearing the wrong jersey when the whistle went.

You all right, dear?

You're looking a bit peaky.

I'm just tired, I think.

Come on, Grace... you're gonna make us late.

Sir.

So what's this, then?

It looks like a hairpin.

It doesn't look like a hairpin,

it is a hairpin.

What's it doing here?

I'm sorry, Mr. Baker,

I missed it, all right?

No, it's not all right, Miss Law.

You want this to fall into a machine and make a spark?

You want to blow yourself and the rest of us

to smithereens?

It's one hairpin.

I didn't see it.

I'm sorry.

The next time I find one of these,

I'm gonna dock you five shillings.

Now, get in there.

Come on, Grace, wakey, wakey.

All right?

Grace, I might as well get that other one now.

I was wondering...

we'll go to my parents in Haslemere.

My sisters will be there, and Martin, of course.

I was wondering if you'd like to come.

Edie...

Well, you haven't got any family, have you?

No.

Well, you don't want to be on your own at Christmas.

I've spoken to mother,

and she'd love to see you again.

And you'd just be there as a friend of the family.

I'd love to.

- Would you? - Yes.

Then that's settled, then.

You can leave me here.

No. I'll wait.

You don't want to be late.

Didn't you say you're meeting Mr. Foyle for lunch?

Not exactly.

You go on.

I'll see you tonight.

Good morning.

I'm afraid we're not open yet, sir.

No, I do understand. I was, um, hoping to be able

to make a reservation for Christmas.

We're fully booked, I'm afraid.

Oh, dear.

Are you, um, Mr. Tremayne?

Yes, that's right.

Jack said I should mention his name.

- Jack? - Jack Bentley.

Ah, Jack!

- He recommended you. - Ah.

So you know Jack?

I do know Jack.

Mainly socially, but...

we do a bit of business now and again.

Is that so, Mister...

Black.

And what is your business, Mr. Black?

Well... a bit of this, a bit of that.

Got to stay on your feet.

- You know how it is? - That's true enough.

Where did you see him exactly?

Smithfield.

Smithfield's a big place.

The Hind.

Ah. Yes, he's always in there, isn't he?

He's always in there, isn't he?

Suggested I should ask you about your special menu.

Did he give you a price?

Well, five bob's...

meant to be the limit, isn't it?

Not for what we're offering.

There's a 7/6 cover charge,

plus an extra three bob for the cloakroom.

Well, you'd be offering something very special

for that, then, wouldn't you?

We've got something you won't find anywhere else.

- Is that right? - Would you like to take a look?

I'd love to take a look.

- Frank? - Yes?

Bring that package over here.

Haven't I seen you in here before?

No, I used to come in,

but not since you've been here.

How long has that been?

Oh, I came down this year.

London... you don't want to know!

Now, you take a look at this.

Well, that's very special, isn't it?

See what I mean?

I do.

Good old Jack.

So I take it you're interested, then?

I certainly am.

- So do we have a deal? - We do, yep.

How many of you will there be?

Oh, there's...

half a dozen of us.

I'll introduce you.

Happy to clear up here?

Yes, sir.

And what about the evidence?

Bring it all back.

It looks like Christmas has come early this year.

What do you mean?

Well, Mr. Tremayne won't be needing it now.

- Put that back! - What?

You heard me... put that back now!

Come on.

We're closing this place down.

No one's gonna want this.

That's not the point. What you are doing is theft.

It's exactly the same reason we arrested Tremayne.

We arrested him for racketeering.

We're just cleaning up.

Oh, is that what you call it?

What's the matter with you, Mr. Milner?

You was never like this before they made you sergeant.

How dare you speak to me like that, Constable!

You can consider yourself cautioned.

And if one more item of food goes missing from this kitchen,

you'll be spending Christmas behind bars.

Do you understand?

Sir. There's a lady here to see you.

- Are you in charge? - I'm never sure.

Oh, it's just that I've been here an hour,

and I've only got the afternoon off.

I want a word, if you don't mind.

All right.

Hilda Greenwood.

- You're Mr. Foyle? - I am.

You're the one I want to see.

Somewhere private. It's important.

This way.

Brookie...

am I dreaming or is that a...

It's a turkey, Miss Stewart.

It's an absolute whopper.

About 15 pounds, I should say.

I haven't seen a turkey like that since before the war.

Mm.

Where did they get it?

I've got a feeling it came from Smithfield Market.

- Your old stomping ground? - Mmm.