war... i am not a violent man. this organization, this friday club, does not believe in violence. she's been caught cutting telephone wires just outside of crowhurst. sam: sabotage in a time of war, that's treason isn't it? you've made a mistake, she wouldn't do a thing like that! sabotage! that's rubbish! no, i-i-i want to see her! who are the real benefactors of this war? she poisoned her mind against us, that's what she did. [gun shots] [screams] oh my god. oh my god what's happening. it is not wrong to be afraid. our enemies are close. and that is the truth the british government is determined to hide. barnes and noble is pleased to support foyle's war on public television. experience nook color, the readers ndbletes ba bnd aoble. n

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[thunder] sir. thank you. good evening. you coming in? i wasn't planning to. i'm on my way back to my hotel. is it far? gloucester road. far enough. [thunder] looks like it's going to bucket down. why don't you come in? i'm guy spencer. i'm speaking here tonight. "whose war"? are you a casualty?

yes. well, it clearly wasn't yours. the friday club. what is that? are you pacifists? nobody wanted this war. did you? i wouldn't have said i had much choice. my point exactly. alan. good evening, guy. how is everything? not a great turnout, i'm afraid. there's about 20. people are getting scared to come. well, that's to be expected, i suppose. this is a young friend of mine. paul milner. we met outside. alan fleming. well, let's get on with it. you will stay? useful. guy: some people say that hitler is mad. well, they should ask themselves this-- is it a madman who has been able in 7 years to restore germany to its position as one of the foremost nations of the world? is it a madman who has led his forces across europe

and who is even now knocking at our door? let me ask you a question. who are the real benefactors of this war, hmm? here's a young soldier just back from norway-- a true hero who served his country and has been crippled and cast aside. has he benefited or has he been used as cannon fodder in a war we should never have begun? why can't you people find somewhere else for your filthy rabble-rousing? [spits] guy: who is the real enemy? the bolshevik and the jew. they were the enemies of germany, and they are our enemies now. and because i hold this belief i am called a fascist, a sympathizer, an agitator. well, believe me... i am not a violent man. this organization-- the friday club-- does not believe in violence. i think of myself as a patriot,

who will do anything to serve the country that he loves. but this is an unnecessary war and not our war. and that is the truth that the british government is determined to hide. [applause] [all talking at once]

christopher, have you got a moment? it's like piccadilly circus in here. yes, these new defense regulations-- evacuation, lighting, use of firearms, it's causing disaffection among members of his majesty's forces. you're a bit overstretched, aren't you? things are ridiculous. apparently, in eastbourne the other day, a young couple parked in one of these regulated areas, and just as they were leaving, a constable pulled them over and told the driver he'd been in a prohibited area. the young girl next to him went bright red. and said, "don't worry, officer. i didn't let him go anywhere near it." ha ha! now everyone's panicking. the whole country's gone mad. they're seeing german parachutists everywhere-- clouds, flying geese, ack-ack fire. ever since brussels fell, everybody's been waiting for this invasion to happen, and now they've begun to imagine that it already has. the germans are on the coast south of boulogne, which puts them only, what, 30 miles from here. our forces have got nowhere to go. north of boulogne, calais, ostend? they're cornered. so what will happen? i don't know. that's a little bit worrying, though, isn't it,

when the king feels it necessary to tell everyone to get on their knees for a national day of prayer. well, let's hope it works. anyway, i wanted to ask you a favor. are you busy? hmm, silly question. i've got a young girl here--name of edith johnstone. she works as a chambermaid up at the white feather. it's a hotel. i know. she's been caught cutting telephone wires just outside crowhurst. not good. no. and it gets worse. there's a military camp half a mile up the road. want me to talk to her? would you mind? where is she? downstairs. right. you're still on for sunday afternoon? sunday afternoon. absolutely. good. because we're praying sunday morning, aren't we? hello. how are you? got everything you want? i'd like a cigarette. ah, well, i'm afraid i don't smoke. my name's foyle. i'm a police officer.

and, um, you're in an awful lot of trouble. what on earth did you think you were doing? i mean, did your, um, i mean, where do your parents live? they don't care about me. that's not quite what i asked, is it? i don't know where my father is. my mum lives in norfolk--hunstanton. do you know where that is? yes. it don't matter. she don't give a damn. it seems very strange that a young girl like you, cutting telephone wires. that's bad enough, but there's a military camp half a mile away. did you know there was a camp there? yes. what on earth made you do it, then? do you want to help the germans? is that it? you must be very committed to risk your life because that's what you've done, i'm afraid. i don't think so. they'll be here soon anyway.

another few days. who? the germans. they've smashed the dutch, the belgians, and the french. we haven't got a hope. any day now, they'll invade, and you'll be out of a job. you'll be the one who's in jail. and i'll be the one who's laughing. all right. so that's what you think? that's what i know. heil hitler. where do you want these? i...don't know. actually, i'm not sure there's anywhere to put them. are these all unsolved cases? no. oh. sorry. well, if it's not important, we could move them up here. out of sight, out of mind. settling in all right? yes, sir.

need anything? we could do with some more space. i'm all right. i want you to find out what you can about an edith johnstone of hunstanton, norfolk. parents, background, schooling, political affiliations. and also whatever we've got on a hotel called the white feather. right. sam: the white feather? i thought that's what they gave people for cowardice in the last war. foyle: it is. do you think they'll hang her? sabotage in a time of war. that's treason, isn't it? well, it's not actually been confirmed. i wonder y she did it. you have any idea? sam. sorry. can i help you?

good morning, ma'am. my name's foyle. i'm a police officer. oh, yes. are you the owner? margaret ellis. yes. my husband and i run this hotel. i understand you employ an edith johnstone. edith. she's not in any trouble, is she? she's been with us now for 5 or 6 months. she's always seemed quite reliable. and where did you find her? she was working in a smaller hotel near hastings before she came here. the crescent. she have references? excellent references. it's almost impossible to find good staff at the moment. may i ask what it is she's done? yes, you can, but i'm not at liberty to tell you at the moment. oh, i quite understand. did she ever express any sort of political opinion? political? well, um, the way things are going, events in germany, for example. i really couldn't say, mr. foyle. it's never been my habit to hobnob with the staff. [door opens] this is my husband--arthur. this is mr. foyle,

a police officer. good morning. really? why? i mean-- he's been making inquiries about edith johnstone. edith? where is she? what's she done? she hasn't done anything as far as i know, and i'm afraid mr. foyle is refusing to enlighten me. uh, did she ever tell you where she came from? yes. she came from norfolk. yes, yes. that's right. well, thank you for your time. why was he asking about edith? it doesn't matter. it's nothing to do with us. having the police here now? we've got nothing to be afraid of. we have nothing to hide. we're breaking the law. arthur, we've been through all this, and i have told you, a week from now, there will be no law. who was that just now? oh, it was nothing, mr. fleming. a police officer. what did he want? he was just making inquiries about one of our staff.

nothing important. good. this is very decent of you, sir. it's perfectly all right, sam. i've never been particularly fond of sandwiches. i seem to have been brought up on them. too many tea parties. these are very good, though. my father says, you should always eat 4 times a day. he says it's healthier. he's a vicar, isn't he, didn't you say? mm. but he cycles and swims. he's very fit. and how's milner settling in? he seems all right, sir. i think he's glad to have a new leg, although the doctor says he wasn't supposed to wear it for another 6 weeks. he seemed very determined. there we are. miss, excuse me. i wonder if you could help me. i'm dorothy. everyone calls me dot. dorothy, do you, by any chance, remember an edith johnstone who used to work here? edie, yeah. why do you want to know? you're not her dad, are you?

uh, no. i'm a police officer. is she in trouble? no. how well did you know her? not that well, really. she'd been working in london. then she came down here, but she said they weren't paying her enough, so she moved. oh. lots of friends? i couldn't say. there was a man she used to walk out with. and what was his name? i don't know. i don't know anything about him. they're a bit like that, aren't they? what? boyfriends. here today, gone tomorrow. and it's over so quickly, you hardly get to know what they're called. he wasn't like that. was he a soldier? i don't know what he was. he was a nice boy. edie was crazy about him. david. that was his name, if you really want to know. david lane. right. thank you. well done, sam. it's all right.

is that the last lemon curd? yes. do you mind? not at all. ahem. here we are, sir ernest. it's always such a pleasure to have you and lady bannerman here. it's a pleasure to come. and, of course, you're staying for tomorrow. absolutely. that's why we're here. can i introduce miss harwood? she's come all the way down from london. she works in whitehall. all very hush-hush, but i'm sure you'll be able to wheedle a few secrets out of her. how do you do? it's very nice to meet you, sir ernest. i've heard a lot about you. and i've heard you speak out in parliament. i think you're very brave. well, somebody has to face up to the facts. i agree. excuse me. when's guy coming down? tomorrow. oh. hmm. i'm afraid i'll have to ask you

for your identity card, mr. woolton. of course. thank you. and it's for 2 nights? at least 2 nights, yes. can i help you? it's all right, dear. you staying here? yes. my secretary made a reservation. this is mr. woolton, dear. i must point out it is the policy of this hotel not to take jewish guests. i have his identity card. i am not of the hebrew faith. margaret: good. oh, this is my son. he'll take your bags for you. room 6. oh, and, mr. woolton, i'm afraid the main lounge of the dining room will be closed tomorrow night. we have a private function. i see. [birds calling]

woman: so how did you get on today, then? it was all right. you haven't told me anything about it. there's not much to say. did you catch any criminals? it's not like that. you know that. it's just paperwork. and i suppose that's all you can manage. what does that mean? nothing. so what's for tea? shepherd's pie. mm. here. let me help. not with the leg. you stay where you are. it's aluminium. invented by a man called desoutter. he was a pilot. he lost his own leg in a plane crash. why do you think i want to know that? i thought you might be interested. it's part of me now.

i don't want to know. and i don't want to see it. at night when you're not wearing it, i don't want it in the room. jane. a few months from now, we may be able to pretend it's not there. that's too hot. uh, let it cool down. where are you going? just next door. get a cigarette. [clicks click click]

"boulogne falls... "the threat to this island grows nearer and nearer. "while the people of britain "wait anxiously for news of their soldiers over the channel, "they must prepare for the onslaught which may come upon their soil." [footsteps approaching] we don't have to leave yet, do we? it'll take us a while to get there. it's not as if you can drive. [exhales] good of you to come, sam. oh, it's a pleasure, sir.

anyway, national day of prayer, i'm only obeying orders, really. oh, i see. i just hope the sermon's shorter than one of my father's. it is not wrong to be afraid. our enemies are close and might appear almost unstoppable. we fear for our soldiers in northern france and belgium. this war, this terrible war, seems to have fallen upon us like a great darkness. and it is hard to find the light. but on this, this national day of prayer, i do not think we congregate here simply to ask god to help us to win, but to help us to find the courage to face whatever the future may bring,

because it is in that courage, in that determination that we will find the strength to overcome. got it. hey, that's my hat! girl: charlie, give it back... good morning, milner. good morning, sir. i don't think you've met my wife--jane. how do you do? pleased to meet you. paul has told me a lot about you. it was very kind of you to take him on. i wouldn't put it quite like that. i thought he was finished with the police force. we both did. strange how things work out. i used to think i was going to become a nun. oh, really? but here i am, too. it just goes to show. yes. by the way, sir, i wanted to give you these. background on edith johnstone. oh, right. and i think i've found your david lane. i traced him through the department of labor.

he's a fisherman registered in hastings. only one david lane? actually, there were 2. but the other one's 85. all right. well, good. thank you. nice to meet you. mm-hmm. bye. are you busy now, sam? no. you're not going to invite me to lunch? no, i'm not going to invite you to lunch. but the boat's coming in now, and i thought that, um-- david lane. yes. working sundays? there's a war on, sam. yes, sir. [all speaking indistinctly] i'm looking for david lane.

oh, yeah? who are you? i'm a police officer. the name's foyle. what's he done? well, nothing, as far as i know. coming down here on a sunday. i don't suppose you want to ask him the time of day. no. i want to ask him about somebody he knows. david! i'm ian lane. i'm his father. how do you do? yes, dad? this is a policeman. he wants to talk to you. what about? edith johnstone. david: she used to work at the crescent, you know? that's where i met her, and we walked out together. the only girl i ever met who didn't mind the smell of fish. she and me, we were talking about, you know, one day... after the war. it was just talk, dad. she felt she wasn't earning enough. she had to rent a room and all that, so she got a job up at the hotel, the white feather. a bit more money

and somewhere to stay. it seemed like a good idea. what's she done, anyway? why are you asking questions about her? i'm afraid she's under arrest... what? for sabotage. she was found cutting telephone wires near a military camp. you've made a mistake. it doesn't appear so. i said, you've made a mistake. she wouldn't do a thing like that. sabotage? that's rubbish! david! i want to see her. that's enough. let him go. mr. lane, i'm not the one who placed her under arrest. in fact, i'm actually trying to help her. [sarcastically] oh, yes. and i can't help her unless you help me. foyle: i mean, was she not very happy? she was afraid. that's what i thought, anyway. when i first met her, she was a laugh, but later... did she talk to you about how she felt about the war? she talked, yes. but it wasn't her words that came out of her mouth. look, she said lots of things.

there were meetings, rich people coming from london. she wanted to tell me, but i never listened. i'm not interested in all that. she changed. that's all that mattered to me. she wasn't the same. you felt that she was being threatened, maybe? no. i don't know, but i can't explain it to you. it was more like... that she was ill. we stopped seeing her. she came here less and less. it was that bitch up there--mrs. ellis. she poisoned her mind against us. that's what she did. i'd have gone up there and sorted her out myself if-- if i hadn't stopped you. maybe i still should. that's enough of that. foyle: i don't think there's anything to be gained by going back to the hotel. what are you gonna do? you're the one who's got her under arrest.

hello, guy. alan. how was the journey? bloody. how's everything here? the beds are lumpy. the food's atrocious. i wasn't asking about the accommodation. the bannermans arrived yesterday. the honorable john mowbray and his wife came this morning, and the gilberts are here. what about miss harwood? yesterday evening. why the interest in her? and how about our host--mrs. ellis? she hasn't said anything. i see. guy! oh, my dear guy. how very good to see you. and you. stanley, the bags. you're just in time for lunch. oh, good. margaret: now, tell me, how are things in london? rather too cosmopolitan at the moment, i'm afraid. we're having a lot of refugees being forced on us right, left, and center-- dutch, belgians, but also slavs, latins, and all the rest of it.

there are streets in paddington and bloomsbury that you would hardly recognize. oh, you'll soon point that right. absolutely. with your help, margaret. [soft laughter] oh. oh, hang on. i don't know how you do it, christopher. what's that, your fourth? yeah. if i don't take something home for tea, i'll be shot. well, you can have one or 2 of these. that's cheating. oh. well, i've caught enough now. you come and fish here. what do you think would happen if there was an invasion? well, the likes of us will be lined up against the wall and shot, i suppose. that's comforting. incidentally, i met the, uh, owners of the hotel.

of the white feather? i don't know quite what we're uncovering there, but i come away feeling distinctly unclean. i mean, edith johnstone, there. she obviously went in as a sweet, charming young thing, and--i don't know-- something happened to her in there. you think you can help her? well, i'll try. i mean, if they hang her, what a complete waste of a life. david: i want to see her. you could be her best friend, her father, and the king of england, but it wouldn't make no difference. she's not seeing anyone. she didn't know what she was doing. well, she didn't mean to hurt anyone. all right, i'll show you who's... i'll show you.

i'm afraid the hotel is closed this evening. i'm staying here. i have a room. oh, yes? room 6. well, i'm afraid the public rooms are closed. i was told. a private function. an evening lecture. and what's the subject? the war effort. very commendable, i'm sure. so, um... there. mm-hmm. we'll need to have it witnessed. yes. i'll find fleming. you're a true patriot, margaret.

what do you want? i was looking for you. why? can i ask you something, father? yup. do you enjoy having these people here? what do you mean? they're guests. you always have to dodge the question, don't you? oh, stanley. it's mother, isn't it? she's the one that wants them here, not you. they're sick. you shouldn't talk like that. why not? you don't understand. they'll come, they'll go. they won't do any harm. i'm not so sure of that. why do you say that? i was in room 6 just now-- mr. woolton's room.

what were you doing there? guess what i found. what? what did you find? tell me.

good evening. [door slams shut] [laughter] [piano playing]

guy: i'm afraid the days are long gone when you can believe anything put out by the bbc. oh, yes, the whole thing's a complete fiction. of course, london isn't the same anymore. full of refugees. we stayed at the metropolitan. it was full of jews. simply ghastly. you don't know what ernest said. there aren't enough foreskins here to cover a threepenny piece. [laughter] harwood: dodging the call-up, queue-jumping, profiteering-- they're the worst offenders. it's a fact. well, i've stopped buying the express. it's completely obvious, of course, that the press is very largely under jewish control. yeah. what's happening in germany-- they brought it on themselves. they've only got themselves to blame. [imitating jewish accent] the army wants blankets, so now i make blankets. [piano playing] ♪ as i go rolling down the strand ♪ ♪ i see them strolling hand ♪ ♪ in hand

♪ and i really don't ♪ i just don't understand ♪ ♪ why are there so many jews ♪ around in london? ♪ why can't the jews just simply ♪ ♪ disappear? ♪ hitler's got them on the run in ♪ ♪ germany ♪ why can't we do the same thing ♪ ♪ over here... ♪ they're everywhere in london ♪ ♪ why can't the jews just simply disappear? ♪ ♪ hitler's got them on the run in ♪ ♪ germany ♪ why can't we do the same thing ♪ all: ♪ over here? hear, hear! guy: it's quite possible that the war is already over. good news for those of us who said it should never have happened in the first place. the british army is outnumbered,

surrounded, and will soon be destroyed. i take no pleasure in so many young lives being sacrificed on the altar of politicians. but i say it again. this was an unnecessary war. the british government has misled its people for long enough. what's going on? margaret: i'm so sorry. it's a fuse. do sit down. arthur? it's all right, dear. [door opens] who was that? don't worry. this will only take a minute. aah! aah! [gunshot] my god! ernest: my god. what's happening? keep down! guy. i'm all right. margaret! foyle: guy spencer? sam: was he one of the guests? guest speaker, it would seem. do you know who guy spencer is?

no. friday club? he's one of those mosleyites, pro-nazi, anti-war, anti-semitic. it's a shame someone didn't shoot him. perhaps they tried. mr. foyle? i'm guy spencer. this is my colleague and assistant-- alan fleming. i gather you're handling the investigation. that's right. good. i'm very glad to see you. margaret ellis was a fine, intelligent woman and a close personal friend. you were here the other day. i saw you leaving. yes. um, forgive me. you assist mr. spencer how exactly? i organize his diary, i set up meetings. right. and a meeting-- that's why you were here? this was an informal meeting of friends. we were here to discuss the war and the likely direction it might take. i'd get a move on with this investigation

if i were you. you could be out of a job in a week. oh, if the-- the germans invade-- guy's not really being serious. it's certainly a possibility. and would i be right in thinking it's something you'd approve of? i don't care what you think, mr. foyle, of me or of my politics. i was here in a private capacity. i was not breaking the law. but last night, someone took a shot at me-- 3 shots, to be precise. and like it or not, it is your job to find out who. so you don't think it was mrs. ellis that was the intended target? guy's had death threats before. i was standing here. mrs. ellis was sitting there, and her husband, arthur, was on the other side. her husband? he was a member of the group? association. no. i don't think he's entirely in sympathy with our views. he was fiddling with his pipe all the time i was talking.

and who else was here, then? a miss harwood. she's a secretary from london. she was there. the gilberts. sir ernest and lady caroline bannerman were there. the right honorable john mowbray and his wife, lady helen. john is the son of lord mowbray. an elevated association. the duke of westminster is one of our loyal supporters. you could say that our influence extends as far as the palace. so it could well be the case that it was one of your loyal supporters who took a shot at you? the shots came from the door. it was pitch-black in here when the lights went out, but i heard the door open just before the shots were fired. someone coming in. or going out. right. on the subject of which, when can we leave? i have work to do in london. i would like to be gone by lunch. well, not possible, i'm afraid, mr. spencer. i just need everybody to be here for the time being. i see. can i ask you a question, mr. foyle?

are you, by any chance, jewish? [door opens] you! yes, you. young woman... i want to speak to your commanding officer. you mean detective chief superintendent foyle, sir. i don't care what his name is. i want to leave this hotel. i'm afraid that's not possible. he gave strict orders that everyone-- do you know who i am? no, sir. i'm afraid i haven't got the faintest idea. i am sir ernest bannerman. sir ernest is the mp for this constituency. you have no right whatsoever to keep me here. and this lady, miss harwood-- she has important work in whitehall. i have to be in london. i'm at the foreign office. i'll be missed. you're a driver. you can take me and my wife home and then take miss harwood to the station.

come along. i'm afraid you'll have to ask mr. foyle, sir. what? are you defying me? yes. it looks as if i am. i can't believe it happened. it's a terrible thing. i was right beside her when the lights went out... inches away. maybe they were firing at you. were you due to speak at this meeting, mr. ellis? no. certainly not. did you not share your wife's political opinions? i didn't say that. neither of us did. we did what we were told. so what happened after the lights went out, then? i got up. she told me to mend the fuse. so you left the room? it was too dark. well, evidently, somebody did

because fleming said that he heard the door open before the shots were fired. that was rosemary harwood. foyle: how did you know that? i was just outside. but how did you know it was her if you couldn't see her because it was too dark to see anything? i smelt her. she, um-- she wears lavender water. oh. i'd say she wears it by the bucket. right. it was definitely her. i don't think miss harwood could have shot mother, if that's what you're thinking. they all adored her-- ate out of her hand. you don't appear to be very moved by your mother's death. do you find that shocking? well... sorry. i believe in honesty. so, you were, um--

yes, i was-- sat just there. at first, the lights started flickering, and they went out. it was the fuse, by the way. i replaced it. does it happen often? yes, all the time. it's overload. the electrics can't take it. anyway, it was pitch-black, what with the blackouts and everything, so... i didn't see anything. and did you hear anything of what was being said? no. i heard the gun. at the time, i assumed someone had taken a potshot at spencer, and i wasn't surprised. why is that? stanley: the case was on the bed here, and the gun was in the case. and you saw the gun how? the case was open? yes. it was open already or did you open it? i opened it. oh. why would you do that? i'm curious about people. so am i, but i don't feel the need to go through their belongings.

i study psychoanalysis, freud. that's what i do. who turns down the beds? i do... though father did last night. did you say his name was-- robert woolton. i think he must have left during the night. father saw his identity card. there's an address in london, i think. um... you must be what, 22? 23? i'm surprised you haven't been called up. 22. it's because of my eyes. so you saw the gun in the case, and what did you do then? i told my father. and, of course, he didn't want to know. so i told mother. and what did she do? i suppose we'll never know. everything all right, sir? mr. foyle, i'm very sorry if guy rubbed you up the wrong way

just now. he does that sometimes. i'm sure. there's something i forgot to mention. last night, there was somebody in the garden. i saw them just before dinner. he was about 20 years old, well-built, fair hair. i'd have said he was a laborer of some kind. i had the idea he was trying to break in. he was definitely trying not to be seen. right. thank you. there's something else you ought to know. spencer: fleming? and what's that? it doesn't matter. never mind. good-bye foyle: so we can't even be certain who was meant to be the victim here-- margaret ellis or spencer. but the bullets were grouped very close together. one hit margaret ellis, one hit the wall behind her, the other hit her chair. suggesting that she was a target. other people who were there?

well, the bannermans you know about, and i've run a check on rosemary harwood. she is with the foreign office-- very senior. reports directly to lord halifax. is that possible, sir, i mean, if she's with the friday club? well, it's not a crime...yet. actually, sir, i should have mentioned to you-- i met guy spencer when i was in london. oh, yes? i wandered into one of his meetings. right. there's not much to say. there was a lot of talk about the war, about why we're fighting. mm-hmm. he's got some very original ideas. um, the man that calls himself robert woolton. the address he gave the hotel-- 37 domville road-- it doesn't exist. it was probably a false identity card. he made 2 telephone calls from the hotel. i'm already looking into it. what about the man that was seen outside?

fair hair, in his twenties. what was he doing? david lane? we're going to ask him, and in the meantime, i want the hotel searched and the grounds. if it is woolton's gun, we got to be sure that he didn't take it with him. harwood: what are they doing? spencer: searching for the gun, i suppose. how much longer can he keep us here, this mr. foyle? yes, it is irritating, isn't it? being pushed around by a provincial policeman with ideas above his station. they're not looking for the letter? no. no. they know nothing about that. you've done us a great service, miss harwood. it won't be overlooked. i think you should destroy it. they're everywhere. yes, but they know nothing. don't worry. they won't find it. i'll keep it safe.

man: hey! you were there. no, i wasn't. you're lying. you were seen. you ask my dad. you told me you were going because you blamed her, margaret ellis, for what had happened. i never hurt her. so you admit you were there. no. i didn't say that. but you were. you're gonna have to come with us. i'm not going anywhere! sam, get in the car. right. [horn honks] [panting]

[brakes squeaking] well, lost him. [birds calling] man, voice-over: dear dad, well, here i am in you know where. if i mention the name, someone will only cut it out. so i'll say i had haggis for lunch today, and it was revolting. we're well into training now. lectures all day and not nearly enough time in the air. we're flying lysanders-- great, fat beasts that grumble all the way down the runway. but at least they're reliable once they're up

and almost impossible to stall. i got a wonderful view of the coast last night just as the sun was coming down. sometimes it's hard to believe what this is all about, that there's a war, and the news from france-- not so good. anyway, i'm eating well, drinking far too well. it's a good crowd here-- optimistic and all determined to get out there and do our bit. how's hastings? strange to think of you so far away and on your own. but hopefully, i'll get a bit of leave before my wings exam, and we can go out and catch a trout or two. look after yourself, dad. as always, andrew. [sighs] next time on foyle's war... i am a politician, mr. foyle. i admit, i went to the white feather to kill guy spencer. and the way you've treated me, i think you've forgotten that i am the leader of a legitimate organization.

i'm not gonna be pushed around by some bloody stuffed shirt, i want to leave. how do you expect me to go on living, when everything i care about has been taken away from me? yes, but we'll fight on. that is what mr. churchill says and i believe him. she said i'd be put in a camp. that she wanted to look after me, but first i'd have to prove myself. lying is never very clever, but lying to a police officer is a very serious offense. barnes and noble is pleased to support foyle's war on public television. experience nook color, the readers tablet by barn nnd aoble. books, newspapers, music, games and hundreds of apps. in our stores and at bn.com. nthe entire foyle's war series 1 - 6 is available now on dvd for $149.99 plus shipping at acornonline.com/ptv or call 800-929-3759.

interviewer: honeysuckle, what first attracted you to the foyle's war scripts? honeysuckle: um, i think it was, uh, obviously the character of sam at first, because that was the part i was going to be playing. um, and she appeared to me to be quite, uh, charming in her own kind... her own way. um, full of faults and uh, too curious and far to out spoken. but had to kind of appeal to her because she was young, and she was a young professional making her way in the world.

and beyond the character of sam i felt that the show had a real richness to it and a kind of, um, layers to what it was talking about, it wasn't just a murder mystery. interviewer: and you anthony, what was it about the scripts that attracted in the first place? anthony: again, i think the character first and foremost, milner. um, and his journey, you know, he's a corporal, comes back from the beginning of world war ii severely injured, very badly injured and the potential of the journey that he will go through, you know the his wife how that develops, o-or falls apart. uh, and, um, you know the relationship that he builds with foyle and with sam.

so, you know, that was sort of the kernel that kind of interested me. then of course doing something set in a period that you know about in the broader sense, but on a sort of very specific angle of the home front interested me as well. because i didn't' know anything really about what went on in these various the notable points, the invasion points, so the story, the potential of the story. interviewer: now you done an awful lot of work for one so young honeysuckle, how did your career begin? honeysuckle: um, as a kid really i used to go up to, um, to-to-to the youth workshops in my local town which was chichester and they used to need kind of little cute kids to run around at the christmas shows and so i was one of them for about 3 years. and i used to do these shows christmas carol, wind in the willows

you know calamity jane, annie get your gun type of thing. um, and, uh, then we went up to london, a group of us, to audition for les miserables and it was set in youngs agency and they said well we quite like you, we'll have you on our books. and it was just really from being kind of a crowd pleasing little tyke to try my hand at, you know adverts and things like that. my first job i think was for a party political broadcast for the green party and i had to sort of get covered in muck and say "what an awful thing it was to have to drink a glass of tap water because of all the crud that the industries had been putting in the water." anyway it went from there... it was directed by david baily. i think that was my first, yeah, job, which-which was fun. interviewer: and were you a child actor as well anthony? anthony: no... no, i-i... i'm very dull, i went to university and did a bit of acting at university-

he's got an architecture degree. anthony: yes, i studied architecture. and then, um, and then went to drama school. that's it. pretty dull. no more- shush! interviewer: now many dramas concerning world world ii, honeysuckle, the parts played by women are very much on the margins where they play the wife or the sweetheart, but this is not the case with your character samantha. she's very much central to the action. was it important for you that she show the immense contribution that women made to the war effort? honeysuckle: yes, o-o-obviously because, um, i have a lot of great aunts and used to have two thriving grannies, now i've got one. and they were very kind of keen and to tell me what they did in the war, and what their efforts were. i think it was something they do feel very proud about. especially that generation, and because it paved the way for other women to, uh, to show that they were important to the work... circle of life.

no, but i don't think sam's characters necessarily. i think she'd rather be more involved then she actually is. or is allowed to be. yeah. interviewer: now anthony, sherlock holmes has his watson, morse has his lewis, and foyle has milner, but there is much more to milner than just being foyle's deputy. his experiences in the war have made him a very complex man. how do you think they have molded him? anthony: um, he's come back from the war, the very beginning of the war, the invasions at in trondheim, uh, and he's come back with a disability, he's lost part of his leg, so he has a physical and constant reminder of the horror of war.