![]() ![]() Rex: I could have had him, I know I could. Rex shakes his head at Andrew as they stop. Might tell us something.Īndrew and Rex's Spitfires come in to land at an airfield. Possibility that might just, er, frighten them off, do you think?įoyle: I was wondering perhaps, um, planting somebody in there. I think we should launch an immediate investigation into the procedures at Bexhill.įoyle: Mmm. Fuel supply is of paramount importance, I need hardly tell you. We're having new t*nk built now.Įvans: Too much. Here, at Bexhill.Įvans: The general manager's a man called Michael Bennett.įoyle: Has he reported, er, any irregularities?Įvans: We went 3% down last month, but that was down to a leaking underground t*nk. The three men walk into a conference room with maps on the walls.Įvans: There's now only one fuel depot in the immediate area. If by any chance the Germans do land in England, they'll find only the very minimum supplies of petrol available. We at the Petroleum Board cut the number of pump sites by 40% and reduced stocks. Leonard Evans walks up a staircase with Foyle and Milner.Įvans: In particular, the ease with which the inv*de were able to collect supplies of fuel. You see, we'd learnt from the mistakes of France. Sam: Where did he get the petrol from, sir?Įvans (voiceover): In June, the entire south coast became what we called a pink area. You'd have thought he'd have used some sort of metal t*nk, sir, not wooden barrels.įoyle: Yeah, he was also, er, carrying enough petrol coupons to fuel half of Sussex. Milner picks up some of the scraps of paper from the roadside. Sam: Went up like the Crystal Palace, Milner. Sam: Where was he going to, sir? Why didn't he stop?įoyle: Well, he recognised me and must have thought I was part of the roadblock.Ī photographer takes a sh*t of the b*rned-out lorry.įoyle: Well, I'd say he was carrying a heck of a lot of fuel, wouldn't you? Couldn't you smell it? Milner: Burglary and as*ault, six years ago. He and Foyle walk around the lorry together, followed by Sam. Milner (offscreen): The van was privately owned, sir. Pierce's body is being carried away on a stretcher. The wreck of the lorry, now extinguished, is still sizzling. There are papers scattered all over the road as Foyle walks round to look into the cab of the still-burning lorry. Sam gasps and Foyle sits back down for a moment. Just as Foyle starts to gets out of the car, the lorry bursts into flames. Petrol is pouring from the damaged barrels. Inside the lorry, Pierce clutches his head. He starts to lose control of the lorry and goes off into a ditch. Pierce turns back to face forward and screeches around a corner. Sam and Foyle duck as b*ll*ts ricochet off the front of the car. Pierce grabs a p*stol and sh**t at the two of them. Sam honks the horn repeatedly as she drives after the lorry. Foyle gets back into the car and Sam takes off after the lorry. The lorry crashes right through the barrier. The lorry accelerates towards the barrier across the road. The lorry driver, Fred Pierce, spots Foyle and suddenly swerves out onto the other side of the road. A lorry carrying barrels drives up behind their car. Home Guard: We've had reports of a boat landing near St Leonard's. He gets out of the car and takes his ID out. Sam: This is Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle.įoyle: Thank you, Sam. Home Guard: Can I see your identity cards, please? I don't think the Home Guard have got anything better to do. The car approaches a roadblock where two members of the Home Guard are sharing a thermos. I had an MTC instructor we called "Chloroform", because when he'd finished talking there'd be nobody left awake. And the trouble with committees is people who take half an hour to say what you or I could in a couple of minutes. Try not to get lost.įoyle: You see, the trouble with w*r is committees. Don't want to leave you behind.Īndrew: That's France straight ahead, Red Leader. Rex: See if you can keep up this time, Foyle. Rex Talbot glances over at him from the cockpit of the other. Angels 1-5 heading 0-95.Īndrew Foyle is in the cockpit of one of the planes.Īndrew: Roger, Red Leader. Sam is waiting outside by the car.įoyle: Well, 26 revisions to the Police w*r Instructions, a briefing from the regional commissioner's office, "brief" not being the word.įoyle: I was ready shortly after we got here, you know. Foyle looks up as he comes out of Hastings Town Hall.
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