[Barbara Hicks has asked what her bra is doing in Samantha Stewart's jacket pocket]
DCS Christopher Foyle: We were trying to decide what it was doing in Hugh Jackson's bedroom.
[Foyle has just caught a murderer in a POW camp and is speaking with the camp's chief interrogator]
Major Cornwall: I've always tried to see the best in people, and we've had good results with the prisoners. Quite a number have already opened up to us. You see, I spent a year at university in Heidelberg before the war. I always found the Germans to be a civilized and gracious race.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Ah... You ever played football against them?
Major Cornwall: Football? No. Cricket's my game. There's a disappointing dearth of cricket pitches in Heidelberg.
DCS Christopher Foyle: I was in a police team that played in Germany in '36. The German team that met us were very smart, hospitable, very gracious, very civilized. Wonderful night - they wined and dined us, and we all left the Bierkeller at dawn, and we staggered onto the pitch later that day badly hung over. But the German team that ran on to play us were 11 totally different men, who'd been in bed before 10:00, not touched a drop, and we got a complete stuffing. They used different rules. But if we don't want to lose this war, I think first of all, we've even got to be sure about what game they're playing. And you're right... it's not cricket.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Did you. uh, know Mr. Jackson?
Barbara Hicks: Not really. I've only been here a few days.
DCS Christopher Foyle: All right. First impressions?
Barbara Hicks: That he was not too different from most men... rude, lazy, lascivious, and ignorant.
DCS Christopher Foyle: Right... I see. Thank you very much.