went missing for a very long time after dresden. hmm. what do you think happened to him? the bombing of dresden it's a dreadful business. we were in a café together when it started. we got separated in the street. it was dark, there was a lot of panic. i thought he must have been killed. the city, the next morning you have no idea. so many bodies. foyle: yeah so you knew agnes lyttleton? yes, yes, she was a friend of mine. james introduced us. as you know, i used her to drop off my letters. did you know she was dead? yes, yes-- i read about it in the papers. shocking. and were you able to see her after you got back? no. the letter, mr. foyle. oh, yeah. no need to remind you that it's police evidence. of course. we have absolutely no intention of interfering with any police investigation. well, clearly no intention of helping it either. well, i don't see it makes much difference.

you're no longer a police officer. absolutely right. doesn't stop the rest of them investigating. then i suggest you leave it to them, mr. foyle. this really isn't your affair. point taken. milner: mr. foyle has kindly agreed to help us with our investigation. i'd have thought you'd have caught him by this time. um, so why are you here? i told you everything i know the last time. we wondered what the name jack might mean to you. jack? milner: jack stanford. she never mentioned him? no. foyle: but the name did seem to mean something to you just now. well, i did know a jack, but that was a long time ago. go on. shh!

mrs. ramsay, i don't suppose you've seen a dark, dangerous-looking adventurer by the name of jack harkaway have you? no, lady devereaux. i've just been cleaning in here. ah! now, i wonder where he could be hiding. wait a minute. i saw that curtain move. have at you! i have you, jack harkaway. my boy jack! caroline: come on, it's lunchtime. adventurers must eat. jack. that was her name for him. that's what she always used to call him. after the hero in the comic books. (keys jangling)

why do you keep agreeing to see me? to find out why you keep coming back. presumably this time it's to say good-bye. far from it. but i do think it's time we were honest with each other. it's certainly time you were honest with me. has agnes been to see you? how do you know about her? because i know about you... jack. has she been? no. do you know why?

i know what you're doing. not at all sure why you're doing it, but it's a tragedy you haven't been able to see the consequences. and i think it's time you stopped. because she's dead. how? she was strangled at an address in brighton, an address you'd be very familiar with. and you know who did it. harrison: to be perfectly honest mr. wainwright i don't know why you just can't take the money like everyone else. because it's not just a matter of money, mr. harrison. isn't it? how many names did you manage to get on that petition of yours? we got over 200.

two hundred! (scoffs) the petition is irrelevant. you're not building on highcliffe green because there's evidence of a settlement. what, because you found a few old coins and broken lanterns? we never mentioned anything about lanterns. but i will tell you that we found this. what is that? the coins are to pay the ferryman. the lanterns light the way to hades. and this, as mr. huntsville has verified, is a tubulus. they poured honey and wine through it to feed the dead. everything points to there being a major roman burial site underneath highcliffe green, mr. harrison. so no one's going to let you anywhere near it. (pounds the table) harrison: why?! why did you have to get involved in all that? don't you believe in progress? progress or profit? i think i know which one you believe in.

adam, you were magnificent! do you think so? it was nothing less than a triumph for democracy. well, common sense. and hill house. we could have a fete on the green to celebrate. (dog barking) yes. what do you think? (explosion) that's hill house. crikey! (scream in distance) not another bomb! no, adam, wait! wait for the fire brigade. what about the guests? are you all right? mr. west: stay back, mr. wainwright! adam: mr. west, get out of here! is there anybody else up there? i don't think so i don't think so. sam!

mrs. crawley! (fire bell ringing) is she all right? she's still got a pulse, she's still breathing. anybody in there?! i can smell gas. fireman: anybody there? what the hell are you doing in here? this whole place could collapse at any moment. it's my hotel! sam: we've got someone here who's hurt. fireman: all right, we'll take over now. look, just get out into the street. come on, i've got you. come on, darling. oh, adam. (sighs) i'm sorry. i don't know, sam. i never was cut out to run a hotel anyway. fireman: there you go. sam: but what will you do now? i thought i might marry you. what? i've got no house, no job, no money and no future. will you marry me, sam? adam! you'd better hurry up before a wall falls on top of us.

(laughing) come, on you two, out! all right, yes, i will. please get up! do you mean it? yes, of course i mean it. of course i'll marry you. i'll marry you in a shot. sam, that's wonderful. (debris crashing) foyle: oh, it's very good news, sir charles, with regards to james. what? well, the verdict-- that is to say, the death penalty-- is certain to be overturned. darling, that's wonderful! (exhales deeply) that's more than i could have hoped for. oh... but how? how did this happen? well, he decided to speak. and though there are various procedures to go through in the light of what he's said he'll be released very soon. jane: oh, my goodness.

oh, we're very grateful to you, mr. foyle. the only problem is you'll now have to account for your part in all this. i don't understand. how long had you known agnes? i knew her when we were children. her father worked on the estate. we used to play together. and later? you wrote to her from germany? and she helped pass on coded information in the letters to the intelligence services which you signed "jack." how do you know all this? so you don't deny it? no. why "jack"? my mother used to call me jack. it was the name of a character in a story that i loved as a boy.

foyle: jack... harkaway. foyle: he joined the british free corps to undermine and disrupt it, and used the freedom of movement it gave him to send reports back to intelligence here. he's a brave young man. i knew it. i knew he couldn't have been a traitor. why didn't he say this? why did it never come out in the trial? because he wanted to hang as a traitor. the codes i used existed in various forms. the letter you've mentioned was written in fifty six zero, for example, which effectively means you pick out the fifth and sixth word of each line. and the backward date? indicates a concealed code. anyone else in the british free corps know you were doing this? yes, there was.

james? james, this is yours i believe. where did you get that? agnes lyttleton? you never mentioned a girl back home. give it to me! you take a devil of a time writing these letters, you know. all those notes you make? if i didn't know you better, james, i'd say you were working on some sort of code. are you, james? actually, that would explain a lot of things. i always wondered what you were doing here, you of all people. always asking questions. the first of the bunch to undermine morale. don't worry. i'm not going to tell anyone. i'm your friend; you can trust me. but you're a sly old bugger, aren't you? james: he'd worked it all out for himself. i didn't need to say anything. milner: jack stanford, i'm arresting you for the murder of agnes lyttleton. you don't have to say anything but anything you do say may be taken down and used in evidence against you. oh, well, that's a bit annoying,

i must say. really thought i might get away with it. end of the war all the confusion, lost records all the rest of it. i don't understand. milner: the letters that you were receiving from germany weren't from jack stanford. they were from james devereaux using a childhood nickname. when stanford found out that james had gone missing, presumed dead, in dresden, he took over his identity to save his own neck. is this true? i thought he was dead. it was just a coincidence that he was using my name, so i thought, why not? give it a shot. but what about this girl? why would she have to die? milner: she was the only one who knew the leletters had been written by james. as soon as the trial began she would have come forward. so he killed her. milner: the moment that james was arrested and brought home, it was a death sentence for her. stanford couldn't let her talk. there was only one thing to do.

milner: you took the photograph of james devereaux with you-- the one thing that would have still identified him as her boyfriend and the real author of the letters. brenner: you're a murderer and a traitor. actually, i only joined the british free corps because i was bored and hungry. i'd had three years as a pow. i always knew the whole thing would be a complete lash-up. brenner: why do you find this so funny? i was just thinking about what you said. murderer and a traitor. i suppose it's a shame they can't hang me twice. take him away. devereaux: so this man stanford was the real traitor. but why did my son let him get away with it? why didn't he speak out? well, at the time, he was unaware of stanford's involvement. none of this tells us why he put himself in that position in the first place. i don't understand. why would he want to die? well, there are those far more qualified

than myself to explain this sort of thing, but as far as i understand it, he went missing as a result of the severe nervous collapse he experienced during the dresden bombing, itself compounded by the suppressed traumas suffered in his childhood. would we be talking about the death of his mother? would we? foyle: why was it so very important for your father to be at the trial when you refused to even see or speak to him before it? and why would he believe that you want to punish him? because it's true. he needs to be. foyle: punished? because of your mother?

i knew her. i was injured in the first war. not very badly, but i was young, alone, frightened. she was a volunteer nurse. your mother was beautiful. i knew her. she was married to my father at the time? yes. i can tell you that she was desperately unhappy with the life she was leading,

at her happiest when he was away... but chose to pursue that life for the sake of the child she was carrying. me. the accident that killed her was... just dreadful. i was very unhappy to hear that she died. it wasn't an accident.

they'd had a terrible argument. something about simon, my old piano teacher. devereaux: you will not leave! you will not humiliate me and my family... i was in the hide. caroline: this is the end of it! he didn't steal anything! you had him sent to prison because he was my friend because he knew how you treated me. devereaux: he's a jew. he's nothing. caroline: you make me sick, charles. caroline: i'm leaving you. you will not leave me. how will you stop me? i'll tell the whole world what sort of man you are. get out of my way! you will not do this. you will not leave me. i will stop you. i will! (stick striking repeatedly caroline screaming) (heartbeat)

dear god, charles. you always said you loved her. charles? i couldn't let her walk out on me. my family doesn't divorce. it's never happened. so... so you killed her. (crying) and james saw it all. that poor little boy.

(footsteps retreating) (door opens and closes) this way, sir. thank you once again, sir. well, not at all, thank you. well, i can't take the credit for the arrest. i don't see why not.

so... this is good-bye. yeah, it looks like it. you're on your own now. he's got me, sir. precisely. foyle: good luck. what will happen to me now? well, i'd say you'll be released. it may take a day or two. and i'll be away for a while. but as soon as i'm back if there's anything i can do to help... thank you, sir. caroline: christopher, i'm so sorry. i can't see you again, and i want you to promise that you'll never, ever try to contact me again, whatever happens. now i have to think about the child,

so i'm going back to charles. caroline: there's no other way. you don't know him. please, for the sake of everything we've been to one another, please forget me. (truck and ship's horns honking) (soldiers shouting happily) thank you. happy to drive you, sir, one last time. and do let me know when it's going to happen. as soon as possible. i'll do my best to get back in time. sam: all the relatives are fighting over which church to have the ceremony in. of course, it doesn't help having four vicars and a bishop in the family. and then what? well, i'm thinking of getting into politics. that business over the green has given me a taste for it.

we're going to have lots of children and spoil them all rotten. i'm very pleased to hear it. bye. g.i.: i'm going to go see my kids, you know. man (on loudspeaker): all remaining passengers for the queen mary... send us a postcard, sir! i will. good luck! cumming: next 10,000. 15? 15, you think? 20,000, 21,000? 600. 20. 18,500. 24. it's at least 40. 4,500 thousand. 650. 20. this textile would be worth about a half a million dollars. half a million? no way. i knew it. it's just a blanket. man: laying on the back of a chair. second man: well, sir, you have a national treasure... wow. a national treasure. congratulations. i can't believe this.

time... it's one of the most exciting things that's ever happened, isn't it, jane? oh, yes. agatha christie's quiet but cunning miss marple is back to confound criminals and astonish the police. a local murder is considered worthy of the attention of scotland yard. man: the involvement of a hollywood star raises its profile. dead! that's hollywood. woman: the mirror cracked from side to side. miss marple, next time on masterpiece mystery! explore new worlds and new ideas through programs like masterpiece, made available for everyone through contributions to your pbs station from: watch masterpiece video online and explore features about this program. this program is available on dvd. to order, visit shoppbs.org, or call us at 1-800-play-pbs.

♪ ♪ captioned by media access group at wgbh access.wgbh.org i'm alan cumming your host for a new season of masterpiece mystery! returning for more murder are the principled christopher foyle, agatha christie's cunning miss marple and hercule poirot... trust me. cumming: ...the tenacious robbie lewis and the tormented kurt wallander.

kurt? cumming: joining them is a new detective, a sherlock holmes for our times. the game is on. the new season on masterpiece mystery! the genius of agatha christie created the brilliant miss marple and hercule poirot. this is most important the voices of the little gray cells. watch and learn. we are going to have a riot, you and i. are you game? i'll do my best. they're back this season in all new cases. splendid. it reeks of murder, doesn't it? cumming: agatha christie's miss marple and poirot on masterpiece mystery! (thunderclap) woman: ♪ tram wires cross northern skies ♪ ♪ cut my blue heart in two ♪ ♪ my knuckles bleed ♪

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