All language subtitles for 9-02eng

On the morning of Monday,
the 22nd of July,

Palestine and the world were shocked

by the blowing up of the
King David Hotel, Jerusalem.

In broad daylight, dozens of
Jews, Arabs and Britishers

were murdered in cold blood

by the notorious Jewish
terrorist organisation

Irgun Zvai Leumi.

From the most junior messenger
to the senior government official,

men and women, servicemen
and civilians alike,

perished in this senseless violence.

Baruch atah Adonai elohaynu melech
ha'olam hamotzi lechem min ha'aretz.

Jacob Weiss! We're looking
for Jacob Weiss!

~ We don't know him. He's...
~ You're Jacob Weiss!

No, no, my name is Fisher.
I am a teacher, I am no-one.

This is a mistake - you
have the wrong house.

Out! Get out! Out! Out!

This is the right address, Sarge.

No, you're gonna have
to come with us.

~ Why? I-I've told you.
~ Take him.

~ No!
~ No...

~ You're under arrest!
~ No! Ah!

Come here!

What has he done? Stop it!

Come on, get him out!

Stop it! Let him go!

~ Argh!
~ Stand back!

No!

No!

The Balfour Declaration of 1917

promised a national home for
the Jewish people in Palestine.

But from the very
start it was a sham,

because what the British really
wanted was control of Palestine

to support their ambitions
in Egypt and the Suez Canal.

It would help them extract
oil from Iraq and Jordan.

As usual, British interests
come first.

Thank you, Daniel. That's
very well argued.

But aren't you perhaps being
a little over-cynical?

Lloyd George wanted the Jews
to go to Argentina or Uganda.

Palestine was their homeland
- do you want to live in Uganda?

~ I have London.
~ And we had Jerusalem
when London was a marsh.

If the Arabs and Jews
would live together,

~ there wouldn't be any problem.
~ That was never going to happen.

The Arabs saw the Jews
as interlopers, aliens.

That's not entirely true.

Balfour genuinely believed
he could appease both sides.

And maybe he was guilty of
old-fashioned paternalism,

but if you want to write an
essay rather than a polemic,

perhaps calm down a little
and look at the wider picture.

It's good you have your beliefs,

~ I just think sometimes you
need to tone them down a little.
~ Well...

Are you coming out tonight?

~ There's a crowd of us going to the Regency.
~ I'm sorry, I can't.

All right.

~ I'll see you tomorrow.
~ Yes, have a good evening.

International Unity?

Do you think I'm interested
in your Nazi filth?

~ Are you gonna buy one?
~ Of course not.

Why not?

I think he's an half-dick.

~ A bloody Four-by-Two.
~ How dare you talk to me like -

Hey! You there!

Stop that!

Stop!

Daniel, are you all right?

~ Morning.
~ Morning, sir.

~ I got that stuff you wanted.
~ Thank you. What stuff is that?

The International Unity manifesto
and the report on Charles Lucas.

Ah, right.

Supporter of Mosley, I see.

What's it say at the top of the page?

~ 'Most secret.'
~ Could you put the file back in the box

and put the box on the table, please?

Yes, sir.

~ Could I take the car out tomorrow, sir?
~ Again?

I've got the day off.

~ Back to the hospital?
~ Mm-hm.

Well, of course.

Anything to worry about?

No, sir, absolutely ship-shape.

Tip-top condition.

~ It's very kind of you to come.
~ Not at all.

Have you managed to find out
anything about these people?

~ A little, yes.
~ Please come in.

So, the International Unity Party?

Yes. Run by a man called
Charles Lucas -

fascist, supporter of Mosley,

interned during the war, released
a couple of years ago

and now trying to reinvent himself
with this new organisation.

There's nothing new about
what happened here -

it was an anti-Semitic attack. At
least that's what it looks like.

On a student of yours?

Yes. Very capable boy,
if a touch wayward.

His father is a businessman

working in import/export,
that sort of thing.

Very wealthy.

Sir David Woolf, if the name
means anything to you.

Nope. Police involved?

Well, that's what bothers me -
the police haven't been informed.

The boy is in hospital,
I telephoned the father

and he was actually quite hostile.

He didn't want anyone to know,
he made that quite clear to me.

When I spoke to the university
authorities, they were the same.

As if the attack had never happened.

As far as I'm aware, these
people don't make a habit

~ of targeting university campuses.
~ That's my point.

It's almost as if they
were waiting for him.

And look at this.

They had these with them yesterday.

But it's a month out-of-date.

Doesn't it all seem very odd to you?

It's why I wanted
to ask you about it.

I'm quite certain this
attack wasn't random.

I think it was deliberate.

Who does this man think he is?

Clive Ord-Smith, Under-Secretary
of Foreign Affairs.

One of Attlee's inner-circle.

Had a good war - Special Air Service.

That's not what I meant,
and you know it.

~ I do not take kindly to being
dragged halfway across town.
~ Quite.

Bloody man getting above himself.

Ms Pierce.

~ Has anyone offered you tea?
~ Not for me, thank you.

Security, the London Conference,
four days from now.

We have kept you fully briefed.

Yes, but in view of the increasing
tensions surrounding the event,

the Prime Minister has asked
me to take a personal interest.

Is that why you called us here?

It's only four months since
the King David Hotel -

91 killed, 28 of them British.

Worse than that, it was a direct
assault on this country's policy

~ as regards Palestine.
~ Much worse (!)

There's a danger of something
similar happening in London.

You've got the Haganah,
Irgun, the Stern Gang,

many terrorist cells hoping
to make a name for themselves.

If you're worried, why not cancel it?

You know as well as I
do it's a waste of time.

The Palestine Arabs aren't coming,
nor are the Jewish Agency.

They all reject any sensible
ideas before they've heard them.

It would send out the wrong
message. It will go ahead,

and your department, Sir Alec,
is responsible for security.

I am aware of that, and I would be
attending to it if I weren't here.

Come.

Ah! Griffin.

~ Sir Alec Meyerson, Ms Pierce.
~ How do you do?

James Griffin.

I want him to act as a liaison between
MI5 and the Foreign Office.

What you know, he knows,
and he keeps me informed.

At the same time, if you
need further resources,

he has a direct line to this office.

~ Thank you.
~ Do you have any actual intelligence

that the conference
has been threatened?

~ ACTUAL intelligence?
~ Yes.

No, but there are strong indications.

And the trouble is, we don't
know what we're looking for -

young, old, male, female.

All we know is that they're
utterly ruthless and fanatical

and they could already be here

Thank you, Mr Lucas.

We'll get that printed for you.

~ Ah!
~ Father.

Robert.

These are the photographs you wanted
from the King David Hotel.

Thank you.

It's horrid what's
happening over there.

Hm.

Shame they're not in colour - can't
see the flames or the blood.

Don't understand why
you'd need to see -

This act of Jewish terrorism has had
a profound effect on this country.

Churchill's condemned it, and he's
a Jew-lover if ever there was one.

People are angry. But that's
happening in Palestine,

~ it's got nothing to do
with what's happening here.
~ Do you think so?

British soldiers are being shot
- what about their families?

And then think of the wider picture.

Housing shortages, food shortages,
everyone's suffering.

But who's always first in
line? Illegal aliens, Jews.

But you said the Jews were
no longer a problem.

After what they've been through,
don't people feel sorry for them?

I feel sorry for them. The
camps, Nazis, it was horrible.

It doesn't mean we
can't still use them.

~ You can't believe that?!
~ Don't tell me what I can and cannot believe.

I have spent my whole life fighting
for what I believe is right,

~ and now we have an opportunity.
~ You want to show people those.

There's a lot of resentment
and distrust -

I'd go as far as to say hatred
- being felt at street level.

The Jews are associated
with the black market,

the way they do business is despised
and, yes, Jewish terrorism.

We can use all that to drive
people into our tent.

It's politics, Robert.

It's nothing more.

It's kind of you to visit, Mr Foyle,
but I don't see how I can help you.

~ I wonder if I might be able to help you?
~ How, exactly?

Well, your son.

Daniel was very foolish.

He became involved with two
thugs and they attacked him.

~ I have warned him.
~ You weren't concerned?

Every Jew in London
has to be careful.

Don't raise your voice,
don't push in queues,

above all, don't get
involved in politics.

This country has given
us a superb welcome,

but there are always elements.

Which is why this, perhaps, should
be a matter for the police.

Mr Foyle, that is for me to decide.

It was a minor matter,
and it is finished.

So, if you don't mind...

Of course.

I'll see myself out.

David.

I don't want to talk
to you about this, Ava.

~ But if we're in danger...
~ We are not in any danger.

They're playing with us,
but they won't hurt us.

Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

Take another picture.

Well, their son is in the hospital...

.. and they don't appear
to be at all bothered.

Who the hell are they?

~ Police.
~ They don't look like it.

Intelligence, maybe.

Looks like the old
fox is breaking cover.

More fool him.

Fox?

Woolf.

We may have to pay him another visit.

Here we go, Mikey.

That's it. Come on, you can
do it. Breathe. Breathe.

Can you feel that? Get
it inside you. Feels good.

~ Mr Barnes!
~ He's had another attack. Worse this time.

Let me, please.

They said the fumes are
good for his lungs.

Your boy, I think he needs hospital.

~ I can't take him back there again.
~ Buy medicine.

Mrs Kowalski, I know you mean well,
but I can't afford medicine -

I haven't got any money.

Here, let me take him.

Take this - it's gold!
You take for money.

I can't take that.

For Mikey, is good.

Thank you. Thank you.

The mistake was making
promises we couldn't keep.

'Five million homes in quick
time' - Bevan's words.

Can't build five million houses -
we haven't got the raw materials.

My point exactly.

If you take housing shortages
and add rationing,

plus everyone saying what a horrible
bloody winter it's gonna be,

we can't guarantee fuel supplies,

it's no wonder people
are losing faith.

~ 'PJ'.
~ 'Perish Judah'.

Charming, don't you think (?)

~ (Will it take a while?)
~ (I'm afraid so, yes.)

Gentlemen, good afternoon.

Thanks so much for coming.

~ Rabbi. Sir David.
~ (Good to see you.)

Dr Bennett, Sir David Woolf, a major
employer in the constituency,

and Rabbi Greenfeld.

Dr Bennett has a practice here.

Ah! Superintendent Johnstone
of Peckham Police Station.

~ Afternoon.
~ Afternoon.

I, uh... I felt the need to call
this meeting in response to this.

The International Unity Party.

It's run by a man called
Charles Lucas.

He was interned in '41.

And now he's back.

He's calling for a
European government.

He thinks it's the only
way to avoid another war.

Yet his literature is filled
with hatred and intolerance.

~ That's right.
~ What I don't understand

is why they've decided to hold
their meeting in West Peckham.

I think we can guess.

We're all aware of certain
tensions within the community.

The question is, how do we respond?

~ I say the meeting should be banned.
~ It can't be banned, can it?

The man has a right to free speech,

even if we loathe everything
that comes out of his mouth.

If it was an unlawful meeting,
the police could take action.

~ But I don't see that it is.
~ What if there are protestors, violence?

In that unlikely event, the
police would clamp down hard.

That's exactly what
he wants you to do.

The community attacks this meeting,
the police attack the community.

We would urge people to remain calm.

Would you remain calm when your
family was being threatened?

~ When you were being told you're not wanted?
~ Is that really the case?

A petition sent to Parliament
with 2,000 signatures

~ urging all aliens be repatriated.
~ Hampstead, not West Peckham.

~ Not that that excuses it.
~ Rabbi.

It's true, there has
been tension here -

the events in Palestine,
the King David Hotel,

but it's not just anti-Semitism.

If you've been waiting for
a council house for two years

and it has been given to a foreigner,

it doesn't matter if he's
Jewish, Russian, whatever,

~ it is enough that he is foreign.
~ Indeed.

I have lived in this
country for nine years,

but even I sometimes
feel I am an alien.

But would you want
the meeting banned?

It would make more sense
if it did not take place,

but might it not be better
if we spoke to Mr Lucas?

He might not be aware
of the situation here.

He won't listen.

We can try.

He might see reason.

I agree. And, as I say, there's
nothing the police can do.

Very well. I'll do what I can.

Morning, madam.

Go through now.

Sirs.

~ Purpose of your visit?
~ I'm here to study medicine.

I've been offered a place at
King Edward's College in London.

Do you have an address
while you're in London?

I'm staying with friends of my
family, the address is there.

Avraham Greenfeld.

~ He's a rabbi?
~ Yes.

At the synagogue in West Peckham.

Welcome to England.

~ Sir David Woolf.
~ Yes.

His parents came over from Romania
at the turn of the century.

He's made a fortune out of shipping.
Done a lot for charity.

Knighted before the war.

Found a news story that
might interest you.

One of his ships was blown
up recently in Sete.

~ It's a French port.
~ That's helpful. Thank you.

Sir David Woolf?

Ah, eavesdropping, your
specialist activity.

Amongst other things. Let
me introduce you, Foyle.

This is James Griffin
of the Foreign Office.

~ He's liaising while this conference is on.
~ How do you do?

~ How do you do, sir?
~ Meyerson's waiting, come on.

~ I gather you're the father of Andrew Foyle?
~ That's right.

Who trained at Cosford. We never
met, but everybody looked up to him.

~ You a pilot?
~ Afraid not. Didn't quite make the grade.

~ Ended up at Fighter Command. How is he?
~ Very well.

~ Is he still flying?
~ No, he's in the City.

There she is.

Lea.

Ah!

Welcome to England.

I recognised you easily - you're
the spitting image of your mother.

~ This is my son, Nicholas.
~ Hello.

I have seen your photograph - my
father had it in the dining room.

But you were much younger.

I was so sorry to hear
about your father, Lea.

~ His heart?
~ Yes.

He was a good man.

My oldest friend.

We should get going. I'm afraid
it's a long drive back to London.

~ Let me take your case.
~ Thank you.

This way.

Come on, Mikey, not now.

Let's get you home.

Thank you, Doctor.

~ You're welcome.
~ Is he all right?

What does it look like?
Does he look all right?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

~ Oh... Is he staying here?
~ No, I'm taking him home.

Would you like a lift?

I've got a car outside
- would that help?

~ Oh... yeah.
~ Come on.

Poor thing. Follow me.

~ Is his mother at home?
~ His mother's dead.

~ She copped it during the Blitz.
~ Oh, I'm sorry.

We've got Polish neighbours
who help out.

One of them doesn't even speak
English, but we get by.

There's going to be a new
National Health Service.

You think Mike can wait?

These politicians, it's all
very nice, all their talking,

~ but nothing ever gets done.
~ Well, good luck.

Thank you.

~ Thanks... for the lift.
~ You're welcome.

Mikey is all right?

How is he? He good?

No, he's not good.

I pawned your ring,

and they took my money
and they gave me nothing.

I'm sorry.

Shh!

Right.

I understand.

His name... is Foyle.

Senior Operative, MI5.

~ Woolf went to the intelligence services?
~ That's what it looks like.

What are we gonna do?

They want us to pay
him a second visit.

What about Foyle?

They'll deal with him.

~ Daniel.
~ Dr Ellis.

Thought I'd see how
you were getting on.

This is a friend of mine, Mr Foyle.

~ How do you do, sir?
~ How do you do?

~ Sorry to hear about all this.
~ Oh, it was nothing.

I'm much better now.
Tomorrow I'm going home.

~ You remember anything
about the men who did it?
~ Why do you ask?

Are you a policeman?

Oh... something like that.

I didn't see them, I
can't tell you anything.

There's every chance they may do
the same thing to somebody else.

I don't wanna talk about it, and erm,

it's very nice of
you to come round...

but I'm feeling very tired
and I need to get some rest.

His father's very wealthy,
well connected.

~ Do you think the son was
attacked to get at his father?
~ Possibly.

Six days ago, one of his ships
was blown up in a French port.

~ A cargo ship?
~ A cargo ship called The Jericho,

~ carrying supplies to Palestine.
~ What sort of supplies?

That's a very good question.

~ People?
~ Possibly.

Thank you for your involvement
in this, but don't feel obliged.

No, no, no. Not at all.

There's clearly something going on.

~ What's that?
~ This stuff is incredible.

20 guineas to have
your tonsils removed.

You've got Harley Street consultants
cruising around in Rolls-Royces.

I meant to ask you about
that. I met someone.

Sam!

No! I was at the hospital.

It was a tram driver. His wife
had been killed in the Blitz

and he had a son who couldn't have
been more than 10, 11 years old,

he was in a bad way
with his breathing.

~ Did he get seen by a doctor?
~ He couldn't afford one.
~ Exactly.

~ I just wonder if we shouldn't
be doing something.
~ We are.

I know, this wonderful new heath
service, and it is marvellous,

but by 'we' I meant 'we'.

There was a doctor on the
committee, a Dr Bennett.

~ Uh-uh!
~ I suppose I could ask her to take a look.

~ But I can't promise that
she'll do it for free.
~ Could you, Adam?

We can't just sit around
and do nothing.

~ Hello.
~ Hello, my dear.

~ Just in time.
~ Ah.

~ Mm?
~ Can I come in?

Uh... Oh, yes, of course.

Is this all yours?

Yes, it's my job.

I-I-I've always been interested
in sound, and music.

I don't know why. I wanted to work
in film, maybe one day I will.

~ This all looks very complicated.
~ That's a wire recorder.

Boosey & Hawkes.

The wire keeps breaking
and it damages the heads.

I'm fixing it.

Magnetic tape's the coming
thing, much bet-

~ How long have you lived in this country?
~ All my life.

~ I was born here.
~ You've never been to Palestine?

I never thought about it.

Do you go to shul?

Oh, yes, of course.

My father would be upset
if I didn't, but...

it doesn't really interest me.

Nicholas! Lea! Dinner!

Shall we go down?

And... cheers. L'chaim.

~ L'chaim.
~ L'chaim.

Cheers. L'chaim.

How long are you staying
with us, Lea?

I... don't know yet. It's
a three-year course,

~ but I'll get myself a room.
~ Don't be ridiculous, you can stay with us.

~ Does the university offer you accommodation?
~ They say they'd help.

Your father never mentioned you
had an interest in medicine.

Avi! Don't interrogate the girl.

Gravy?

Nicholas, you're going to
have to show Lea the sights.

She's never been to London before.

~ I'm sure she won't want to go with me.
~ I'd love to.

~ There we are.
~ Fine.

I'm going to bed.

You go ahead. I just
want to finish this.

You're working too hard.

You always say that.

Listen to me, when Daniel
comes home tomorrow,

I want you to take the day off.
You hardly see him anyway,

it'll give you an opportunity
to spend time together.

All right. Tomorrow.

~ Don't work too long.
~ Mm.

~ Ah, good evening.
~ Good evening.
~ Sorry it's so late.
~ No problem.

~ Hello.
~ Evening.

~ Come in.
~ Thank you.

Well!

What do you think?

It's a bit dowdy.

It'll do very well.

We'll need a banner here,
maybe some torches.

And some men at the door.

~ Maybe a line of them in the street.
~ To protect you?

Make it look as if I NEED protection.

Robert, why do you always
seem so uncomfortable?

Are you sure this speech
is a good idea?

You know how it's been for me.

For three long years I was sidelined,

watching this great country
of ours slide into decline.

~ We won the war.
~ We lost almost everything else.

This is just the first step, Robert,
on our way back to power.

~ That MP wants to see you.
~ Adam Wainwright? Excellent.

~ He wants to dissuade you.
~ Good! Means he's scared.

David.

David?!

Morning!

~ Morning. Everything all right?
~ Yes, sir. Thank you.

I saw the doctor, everything's
fine. With me, anyway.

~ What does that mean?
~ Well, I could afford to pay.

I met this poor fellow
- he's a tram driver,

has a son, 10 or 11 years old...

Mr Foyle. A word, please.

Uh-oh.

I understand you put in a background
check on Sir David Woolf.

~ Is that correct?
~ It is.

I'd like to know why
you were at his house.

I'd like to know how
you know I was there.

For God's sake, Foyle, I
have overall responsibility

~ for the Palestine Conference.
~ Yes, I know that.

So, is there a connection with
David Woolf I should know about?

Not as far as I'm aware.

He's a prominent member
of the Jewish community,

he wasn't one of the delegates,
doesn't seem to be connected

to any group taking part, he spoke
out against it last month -

~ he didn't think it would do any good.
~ Exactly.

~ So I don't understand the interest.
~ He was murdered last night.

This is like the old days, sir -

dead bodies, police, grand old house.

When everything was
so very much simpler.

~ Mr Foyle?
~ Yes.

~ What's this got to do
with the Security Service?
~ I don't know yet.

~ Forgive me, you are?
~ Superintendent Johnstone.
~ How do you do?

Shall we?

What can you tell me?

Well, Lady Woolf heard two shots
just after 11 o'clock last night.

She came running down...

.. found her husband... like this.

She saw two men going
out through the doors.

They probably escaped
through the garden.

She's given us descriptions
- one possibly Arabic.

~ No-one else in the house?
~ No. Just the two of them.

There's a son, but he
was at the hospital.

The housekeeper had the night off.

Whose is the gun?

His.

Smith & Wesson.38.

~ Fired?
~ No.

Lady Woolf says he
kept it in his desk.

~ His wife's in the dining room
if you want to speak to her.
~ Mm-hm.

His widow, we should say.

The son's there, too.

All Hebrews, by the way.

Thought you might like to know.

Lady Woolf, hello. I'm sorry,
I know this is difficult.

~ There are one or two questions.
~ I know you.

You were at the hospital.

~ You know Dr Addis.
~ I do.

~ She thought I might have been able to help.
~ W-W-Well, you didn't.

My father's dead!

~ They said they were going
to kill him, and they did!
~ Daniel!

~ 'They'?
~ You mustn't say anything!

He's dead, it doesn't
matter any more!

My father was killed
by Arab terrorists!

He was helping people
reach Palestine.

His money, his ships - he
thought it was his duty.

Palestine for the Jews, that's what
he believed, but he was threatened.

There were letters, he burned
them, and phone calls -

'If you don't stop, we're going
to hurt you and your family.'

Why do you think I was beaten
up? Those weren't fascists,

~ they were part of it.
~ Why didn't you go to the police?

~ They wouldn't be able to help.
~ We should have gone to them.

For protection.

~ Why wasn't your father part
of the London Conference?
~ Waste of time.

They're only talking so they don't
have to make any decisions.

Do you think there's anything
in your father's correspondence

~ which might be able to help?
~ I don't know where he kept it.

You won't find anything.

This country put him on
the wrong side of the law,

so that's how he behaved.

Please, may I er...

No-one's allowed in, sir.
It's now a crime scene.

Oh, I see.

Please, can you help me? May I go in?

My name is Rabbi Avraham Greenfeld,

the Woolfs are part
of my congregation.

~ You're a police officer?
~ Not exactly. Security Service.

~ You're investigating Sir David?
~ Not at all.

I'm just seeing if there's
anything I can do.

In fact, if they're ever ready
to talk, do let me know.

~ It's all right.
~ Yes, of course. Thank you.

~ Come in, gentlemen.
~ Thank you.

Ah!

Mr Lucas, my name's Adam Wainwright.

As you know, I'm the
MP for West Peckham.

This is Glenvil Harris,
my Constituency Chairman.

Good afternoon. This is my son,
Robert, who is also my assistant.

Have a seat.

So... what can I do
for you two gentlemen?

I'll get straight to the point.

We were hoping you'd reconsider the
meeting you're planning to have.

~ By 'reconsider', I assume you mean cancel?
~ Yes, sir.

Tell me, Mr Wainwright, does the
Labour Party no longer believe in

~ freedom of speech?
~ We do, but that's not the issue here.

This is one of public safety.

I feel perfectly safe.

There are many immigrants
in West Peckham

and because of the current shortages,
particularly in housing -

Which your government
has done nothing about.

.. feelings are running high.

There have been a number
of anti-Semitic attacks.

~ My father's not anti-Semitic.
~ I'm not suggesting that.

I'm just worried an inflammatory
speech could have repercussions.

If you start a riot, innocent
people could get hurt.

Mr Wainwright, the International
Unity Party

believes in a united Europe.

Paid for and supported
by the African continent -

~ I've read your literature.
~ Exactly.

Africa's there to be
exploited economically

and dominated politically. But its
resources can help create a Europe

~ that will never see war again.
~ You support apartheid?

I positively encourage it,
but that's not my point.

You see, Mr Wainwright,
I've moved on.

I spent many years
formulating my theory.

And I will not allow
you, or anyone else,

to prevent me sharing it
with the British public.

That doesn't leave us much
room for discussion.

Oh, I have plenty to discuss,
sir, but not, I think, with you.

Let me show you out.

My parents are always talking
about you and your family.

I'm really glad I've finally met you.

~ I've heard a lot about you, too.
~ This way.

~ I can't believe you've
never been to Palestine.
~ What's it like?

I don't even know how
to answer that question.

It's a beautiful country.

Every day when I wake up, I can't
believe how beautiful it is.

And after everything
we've been through...

.. it's ours.

You live in Jerusalem?

It's an amazing city.

Everyone has come from everywhere
and the streets are so alive -

Polish cafes, Russian bakeries,
German cabarets...

English soldiers.

We live with them all the time.

They're worse than the Nazis.

You can't believe that?

They killed my father.

You said he had a heart attack.

He did, but it was only
after they arrested him.

They came bursting into our house.

They were looking for someone they
suspected of being a terrorist.

That's what they call
people who fight back.

They had the wrong
house, the wrong name,

but that didn't stop them.

That was the last time we saw him
alive - he died in police custody.

Why haven't you told my parents
that? They ought to know.

Nicholas, please don't tell them.

My mother didn't want anyone to know.

Do you promise?

Promise.

Now, I want to see all of London -

the art galleries, the
museums, all of it.

~ Where do we start?
~ Come on.

Well, obviously the delegates with
their translators at the very front.

The assistants behind.

Press at the back.

And the sound engineers
in the centre.

And there's just the one
entrance from the street?

Yes, sir - front door, up
the stairs, into the room.

We'll start with the street.
I'll talk to the police.

Pall Mall will be closed to the
public throughout the talks.

One-way traffic -

cars drop the delegates off,
then continue forwards.

Nobody gets in without photographic
identity cards.

We'll print them, we'll issue them.

There'll be a security
check at the front door,

and another on the first floor.

♪ And like an echo far away

♪ A nightingale sang
in Berkeley Square ♪

~ This is everything I
can find on The Jericho.
~ Mm-hm?

It was a 6,000 tonne cargo
ship built in France.

~ Here's the report from the DST.
~ DST?

Direction de la Surveillance
du Territoire.

Local intelligence.

~ Anyone killed?
~ No, it was empty.

But you might like to
know it was one of three

that have been attacked
in the past six months.

~ All of them with Jewish
or Jewish-American owners.
~ Suspects?

~ A group calling itself the
Defenders of Arab Palestine.
~ Who are they?

We don't appear to know
very much about them.

~ Right. Is that it?
~ Yes.

Thank you.

Mr Foyle?

~ Yeah?
~ I thought this might help you -

it just came in from the
Foreign Office via GC&CS.

~ Are you still interested in that ship?
~ Just talking about it.

The captain is in London.
We've got an address.

He was in France the night
The Jericho went down.

~ His name's Jack Davey.
~ English?
~ Half-French, I believe.

~ Just thought it might help.
~ Thank you.

He's coming!

~ Better wait in the car.
~ What? Why?

Because whenever you get
out, you get into trouble.

What?!

~ What do you want?
~ See what I mean?

Sorry.

~ Are you Mr Davey?
~ I don't know you.

How did you find me?

The gun really isn't necessary,
we're from the Security Service.

We'd like to ask you
about The Jericho.

~ What do you wanna know?
~ Would it be possible to talk inside?

And without you pointing that gun?

The Jericho had been kitted out
to carry 800 passengers to Haifa.

It was in the port
of Sete, crew of 13.

I was there, I saw it happen.

~ So erm... nobody killed?
~ We were lucky.

One of the boys had a birthday,
we were out boozing.

~ Sir David Woolf, did you know him?
~ Of course. Why do you think I'm here?

I came to see him. He was
my boss. He owed me money.

He's dead.

I didn't kill him.

But I know who did.

The Defenders of Arab Palestine.

Same bastards who blew up the ship.

~ And they'd kill me if they knew where I was.
~ Why?

Because I was part of it.
I was trying to help.

You've got to understand,
these people are fanatics -

they don't care what they do,
if it'll hurt the Jewish cause.

And they're here, in London.

~ How do you know that?
~ Sir David told me.

He knew them.

He even knew where they were staying.

Yes?

~ Oh, Mr Foyle.
~ Yes.

There's a man here in London
identified by Sir David Woolf

who is apparently a senior member
of a terrorist organisation -

~ the Defenders of Arab Palestine.
~ Who is this man?

The name he's using, the name I've
been given, is Amin Al Arif.

He has a suite at the
Royal Imperial Mayfair.

Have you had him checked out?

I've put in a request for whatever
we've got, nothing back yet.

According to the hotel,
he seldom leaves his rooms

~ and is guarded day and night.
~ We should talk to him.

I thought we might at least
wait for the information.

I don't think we can wait, we're
two days away from the conference -

~ delegates are already arriving.
~ I agree with Valentine.

Whitehall's getting very
nervous about this.

I think we should talk to him,
find out who or what he is.

So let's get over there now.

Yalla! Imshi!

They're on the first floor.

Yes, the embassy will have
made all of the reservations.

Wait! Put your guns down.

I said, 'Put your weapons down.'

Who are you? I want to see your
papers. Show me your papers.

~ Everyone put down your guns.
~ Show me!

We're with the Security Service.
We're not here to pick a fight.

(I'll handle this.)

We simply want to talk to Mr Amin
Al Arif about a security issue.

I am Amin Al Arif.

Do you have any passport or any -

Or any paper that would identify you?

(He's not a bloody terrorist, Foyle,

he's an advisor to King
Abdul of Saudi Arabia.

This is quite a situation
you've got us into.)

I'm extremely sorry. I can't
imagine how this has happened.

Words fail me.

I don't understand how
this could have occurred.

Amin Al Arif is here at the
personal behest of King Abdul.

~ Didn't you know who he was?
~ He's not part of the conference.

He's an independent observer,
but it makes no difference.

Treating him as a criminal is hardly likely
to promote Anglo-Arab understanding.

Added to which, at a time of extreme
tension in and out of the country,

you almost instigate a gunfight
in a five-star hotel.

~ People could have been killed!
~ Nobody was killed.

~ That's not the point!
~ We've spoken to Al Arif's bodyguards.

Minutes before we arrived, they
received an anonymous phone call

warning them that we were on our way.

They were told that we were Irgun,
Zionists, and that we posed a threat.

~ Who made this call?
~ We don't know.

However you look at it, it
was an ill-judged exercise

that could have scuppered
the entire conference.

What I want to know is, who's
going to take responsibility?

I do.

I was given false information,
no idea why, I acted too quickly.

Hold on!

Mr Ord-Smith, I can assure you
Foyle is not the sort of man

~ to make mistakes.
~ Well, this time he did.

No harm done.

A great deal of harm done.

I'm beginning to wonder if
security for the conference

shouldn't be removed
from this department.

And the PM agrees.

I would be very disappointed
if you made that decision.

You may have left me no choice.

What is it you want?

It's now what I want, Ms Pierce,

it's what will satisfy
the Prime Minister.

He wants a resignation.

~ Mine?
~ No, of course not.

Mine? Would that be enough?

Yes.

I do think this is
a resignation issue.

~ Not at all a problem. You're very welcome.
~ Foyle!

~ Wait a minute, you wanted -
~ No, no.

My source, my case, my
decision. Anything else?

~ I don't think so.
~ Thank you.

Foyle, what are you doing?
You can't resign.

~ You've changed your tune.
~ I may well have done.

~ We were set up - you
do know that, don't you?
~ Seems likely.

~ By who? What do they want?
~ Sorry, can't help you.

No longer work here. Bye!

I have to tell you, Mr Ord-Smith,

I do not appreciate the Foreign
Office meddling in our affairs.

~ I didn't fire him, he resigned.
~ You didn't leave him much choice.

~ He won't go quietly.
~ I expect you to keep an eye on him

~ and to keep me informed.
~ As you wish.

I don't know why we're wasting
time discussing a minor operative,

an ex-policeman.

Let's keep our eye
on the ball, shall we?

Mrs Kowalski, I hate
to ask you again,

but I was wondering if you could
look after Michael tomorrow night.

~ Of course.
~ I can bring him to yours
if that's easier. About six?

~ Where will you be?
~ I'm going to a meeting.

Oh, politics, not for me.

Somebody's got to do something.

The whole country's in a bloody mess.

Perhaps these people
have got the answer.

~ Politics was all the problem the last time.
~ Yeah...

~ Well, I'll only be a couple of hours.
~ Mikey is all right?

~ I don't know. He's not coughing as much.
~ Excuse me.

Thank you.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

~ Where are you going to
stay while I take a look?
~ In the car, sir.

Correct.

Sam!

There's no furniture upstairs,
no beds, nothing.

~ Well, he wasn't living here.
~ Then what was he doing?

Oh. That's us, sir.

Well, yes.

And what's he doing with a photograph
of us outside the Woolfs' house?

Oh!

Over here.

~ Mr Levy?
~ Yes.

I am Lea Fisher.

The instructions are in the package.

Set it 12 hours before.

This is very important.

12 hours.

~ Do you understand?
~ I understand.

Good.

I've checked with the porter
- the room's ready.

~ Booked you in as visiting lecturer.
~ Thank you.

Lecturing in what?

~ Politics and Irregular
Warfare by the sound of it.
~ I see.

~ You are all right?
~ Yes, of course.

As I said on the phone, my place
is bound to be being watched

after what's happened,
and calls monitored, etc.

~ So I'm very grateful.
~ This is all my fault, isn't it?

~ No, no, not at all.
~ Can I get you a drink or something to eat?

~ No, really. No, thank you.
~ I'll show you the room.

There's a telephone down the
hallway there if you need it.

At least you can be sure
of no-one listening in.

What do you think?

Perfect.

~ Are you sure it's all right?
~ Of course.

How's your French?

Fair to middling.

Well, that'd be a lot
better than mine.

~ I thought this might interest you.
~ What is it?

A report by the Direction de
la Surveillance du Territoire

of the sinking of Sir David
Woolf's ship, The Jericho.

It'd be helpful to have a firm
idea of what it's saying.

~ Should you have this?
~ Nope.

And I ought to point out
that neither should you.

When do you want it?

As soon as you like.

I'll have it for you tomorrow.

Thank you.

~ Have a good evening.
~ And you.

~ Good night.
~ Good night.

This is very good of you, Dr Bennett.

Call me Karen, please.

Tell me about this
child, Michael. Mikey.

I don't know much about him, really.

I met him on one of
my hospital visits.

~ When are you due?
~ What?!

~ How did you know?
~ Oh, come on, dear.

Six months.

~ I rather like your husband.
At least he means well.
~ This is it.

More than you can say
for most politicians.

The boy - coughing, temperature,
watery eyes,

sounds like whooping cough,
probably second stage.

~ You say he's been in hospital?
~ Three weeks.

He was in the adult ward and his
father wasn't allowed to see him.

Not unusual. Did he try one
of the voluntary hospitals?

~ Couldn't get in.
~ Not unusual, either.

Half of them are going bust.

I hope he's in.

Oi.

It's as I thought, Mr Barnes -

your son has a serious infection
in his respiratory system.

~ What did they do for him at the hospital?
~ Nothing much.

~ They said he needed a good rest in bed.
~ That's what they always say.

~ Bed rest is cheaper. Has he had medicine?
~ This.

~ Where did you get this?
~ I bought it. There's a doctor down the road.

Oh, this is useless.

Milk of magnesia with
peppermint extract.

If he had a mild stomach
complaint it might help.

I hold him over the tar when
they're doing the road.

~ The doctor said that would help.
~ It won't.

What he needs is penicillin,
probably streptomycin.

~ He needs it now.
~ I can't afford it, I'm not working.

~ I have to stay here and look after him.
~ It's free.

I belong to a local insurance scheme.

There's a community fund
- I will draw on that.

~ Really?
~ Absolutely.

Thank you.

~ Why are you doing this for me?
~ I'm not doing it for you,

I'm doing it for your son.

And it's not me - it was her.

~ I'll drive you home.
~ It's all right, I can walk.

Will this be enough to cover
it, do you think - the medicine?

Oh! It's ample.

This is very generous
of you, Mrs Wainwright.

I feel so lucky that
I'm being looked after.

That I can afford it, I mean.

~ One day it'll be different.
~ I'll say.

You don't need to worry about
them - I'll keep an eye on them.

Thank you.

I've translated all the relevant
pages you gave me.

The French suspect the involvement
of the Defenders of Arab Palestine.

I found a couple of things
that might interest you.

There were two limpet mines
attached to The Jericho,

but only one of them went off.

The French recovered the
other one and... look.

The second one included 4.5lbs
of explosives and detonators

and aniseed balls...

Yes, boules d'anis - aniseed
balls. Could that be right?

Yes, the British use them as fuses -

they dissolved in water
and created a time delay.

Are you saying these bombs
were made by the British?

It looks possible.

And there's this.

It's propaganda supposedly put out
by the Defenders of Arab Palestine.

Copies were found floating
in the harbour at Sete.

My Arabic is good enough to know
that... there are spelling mistakes.

Even their own name.

I'll get it.

~ Mr Lucas.
~ Good evening, Superintendent.

~ I hope you're not going
to tell me I can't go in.
~ Not at all, sir.

We're just here to keep the peace.

Between you and me...

I've always been a great believer.

I'm tired of watching this
country go to the dogs

because of all the bloody foreigners.

Kick them back where they came
from, that's what I say.

~ I hope your speech goes well, sir.
~ Thank you.

Country's gone to the dogs!

Did you manage to see much of London?

Nicholas showed me everything.

We went to Trafalgar Square, Downing
Street, the British Museum.

~ It's just a tiny part.
~ I had a lovely time.

When does your course begin, Lea?

I haven't been accepted yet
- I have to sit an exam.

I thought it was all arranged
before you left?

So did I, but now they
say there's an exam.

We can go out again
tomorrow, if you like.

No, I told you I'm working
tomorrow. Sorry.

Yes, of course.

Please excuse me, I have
a terrible headache.

Of course.

And another thing -

there's no food in the shops.

Bread - rationed. Ha!

No meat, no fruit, no housing!

Nine families queuing
up for one council house

and it might be months
before they can move in.

We still have soldiers in
Germany, and in Palestine!

Our husbands...

Our husbands and our brothers

stuck in hellholes that have
nothing to do with them,

and who's paying for it?
I'll tell you who - we are!

Sometimes...

Sometimes I think you
might be forgiven

for wondering if we
actually won the war.

When I look out onto our streets,
I see a third-rate country -

third-rate education,
third-rate health

and a third-rate government
that's not going nowhere!

~ We're not third-rate!
~ No, sir!

No.

And my party...

my ideas can make
Britain great again.

'How?' you ask.

Well, I'll tell you how.

The answer, ladies and gentlemen,
lies in a European government,

with a European parliament

and Britain at the very centre
of a new European alliance!

~ We're not gonna unite with the Jerries!
~ Or the Eyeties.

~ Europe's not gonna help us!
~ No, no, no.

No, no, no. That's not what I mean.

What I'm talking about...

.. is a Europe without Jews.

~ Father...
~ It's all right.

But you said.

A Europe without Poles, and Czechs,

and Sheenies, and the Irish, and
the Gypsies, and all of them!

All of them who've stolen our jobs,
our homes and our opportunities.

Who do you think controls
the black market, eh?

Who is it... Who is it who's sucking
money out of your pockets

to make themselves rich?

It was the Jews and
international business

who started this war, and they're the
only ones who've benefited from it.

~ So who's with me, eh?
~ I am!

Who's gonna follow me
out onto the streets?

Who's gonna say with me,
'Britain for the British'?

Come on!

Let's take back our streets.

Let's take back OUR COUNTRY!

~ Coming?
~ No!

Coward!

Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!

Follow me!

No, sir, I don't think it's
a very serious disturbance.

It's just a few of the
locals letting off steam.

Probably we should er...
just leave them alone, sir.

Very good.

Get them out!

~ Yes, thank you.
~ What is it?

There are people on the streets.

~ They're smashing up shops.
~ What?

It's because of the meeting.

I'm... coming, too.

~ Stop the car. Stop the car!
~ Adam.

~ Adam. Adam!
~ What do you think you're doing?

Come on!

~ Mr Lucas...
~ Freedom of speech!

This won't solve anything!

What are you doing? Stop!

Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!

Get back in the car!

Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!

Go, go, go!

Jews out! Jews out! Jews
out! Jews out! Jews out!

Mikey!

~ Sir! Sir, you can't go through!
~ I have to! My son's in there!

~ Is that your house?
~ It's my neighbours', but they've got my boy!

We managed to get him out.

Mikey!

Thank God.

What about the Kowalskis? Husband
and wife - they live here.

Mr Barnes!

What's going on? What's
wrong with everyone?

They were Polish,
they weren't Jewish!

They were just an old couple
doing no-one any harm!

What do these people want?

I don't suppose there's much point
going to bed now, is there?

I'll make some tea.

~ I could have prevented it.
~ How?

We should have banned the meeting
when we had the chance.

I don't know, Adam.

If we start banning things,
is that really the answer?

Two people died.

It wasn't your fault.

The police should have been there.

The Superintendent, Johnstone,

it was almost as if he was
on their side. He did nothing.

What sort of an MP am I if we're
gonna have riots in my constituency?

You did the right thing.

Lucas lied.

It wasn't a meeting and
it wasn't a rally -

~ he wanted to get people upset and angry.
~ I let him do it.

~ Well, yes, you talked to
him, he just didn't listen.
~ I don't know.

Fighting, fascism, anti-Semitism -

you'd have thought people would
have had enough of that.

That's why it's so important
that you do what you do.

Father...

Have you read these?

I'm leaving. I don't want
to be part of it any more.

~ What on earth are you talking about?
~ That speech you made.

You promised you weren't going
to start anything, but you did.

~ You did it deliberately and people died.
~ Two people,

~ and they weren't even British.
~ You can't say that!

~ That can't be what you mean.
~ I'm sorry, Robert.

It's not what I intended to happen.

~ Is that what's made you change your mind?
~ No.

~ I didn't agree with you, not ever.
~ You never said this before.

I HAVE said it, you never listened.

All right, then, leave,
if you really want to.

Get out. Do you think I need you?

Just go.

Robert...

Morning. Good, you're here.

Right, pay attention.

Everyone will be carrying passes
which have already been issued.

You'll find the names on these
lists - British Government,

Civil Service, Arab League, Agudath
Israeli World Organisations,

journalists, technical staff -

if the face doesn't
match the photograph,

if the name isn't on the
list, they don't come in.

Up, James.

~ What time does the recording start?
~ Ten o'clock.

That'll go in the back.

~ I'll get the next one.
~ Thank you.

~ Let me.
~ Thank you.

~ I'll see you later, then.
~ Yes.

I'm really glad you
came to stay, Lea.

I've never met anyone
like you before.

Bye, then.

Nicholas...

~ You're sure you're happy to do this?
~ Absolutely, sir.

I'll wait here, then. Thank you.

Ah, Mrs Wainwright!

~ What have you got there?
~ Nothing.

You've just been to Records.

May I?

These are the names
and personal details

of senior officers serving
in the L Section

of the Special Air Service
during the war.

Clive Ord-Smith was their Commanding
Officer, as I recall.

If I had reason to believe you were
taking these out of the building,

if you were intending, for example,
handing them over to Mr Foyle,

~ that would be a very serious
matter. Do you understand?
~ Yes, Ms Pierce.

Lucky we didn't meet, then.

There's more tea.

Hm.

What's the matter?

It's Lea.

Ever since she came,
there's something...

What?

She hasn't applied to King Edward's
College - I called them.

They haven't even heard of her.

And her father didn't just die of
a heart attack, he was in custody.

~ How do you know?
~ Nicholas told me.

~ And I think she was in his room.
~ In Nicholas' room?

What was she doing there?

No suitcase.

No clothes.

~ She's gone.
~ She can't have!

I think we need help.

I'll send the second
set of files upstairs.

Could you?

~ And these as well?
~ Yes, thank you.

Mr Foyle's office.

He said his name was Greenfeld

~ and he met you at Sir David Woolf's house.
~ I remember.

~ He said it was urgent and
he sounded very worried.
~ We'll stop on the way.

Mr Foyle, I don't want to get
this young woman in trouble.

There may be some innocent
explanation, but...

I remembered meeting you and I
didn't want to call the police.

~ What would you like me to do?
~ Find her.

Maybe Nicholas knows something.
Maybe he knows where she is.

~ Nicholas is?
~ Our son.

~ And where's Nicholas?
~ He's working today.

He's a sound engineer.

He's at this big London Conference.

That one over there, that one that
side and that one over there.

If you get the cables cleared away...

Justice for six million
people. Justice.

~ When does the conference start?
~ Ten o'clock.

Lucky I did the Fast Driving
course at the MTC.

Did you pass?

Second time.

~ Excuse me, sir, stop right there.
~ Security Service.

~ Do you have your pass?
~ Ah, No I don't.

It's very urgent - need to speak to
a Mr Valentine, head of security here.

~ I don't know a Mr Valentine.
~ You must - he's in charge.

~ I can't let you through,
sir, not without a pass.
~ I understand.

If you take a look
at your list here...

~ Miss!
~ Oi! Come here!

Stop her!

~ I'm looking for a Mr Valentine...
~ Whoa, whoa...

You don't understand!

Mr Valentine, you have to find Nicholas
Greenfeld - a sound engineer.

We think he might be
carrying something.

There was a girl, Lea Fisher,
seen putting boxes into his car.

~ Nicholas Greenfeld?
~ Yes.

~ Don't touch anything. Is
all this equipment yours?
~ Yes.

~ Has anyone else had access to it?
~ Why?

~ Just answer the question.
~ Er... I don't think...

~ Yes, the wire recor-
~ I said, 'Don't touch anything.'

~ It's not working.
~ Will you please move away.

It opens here?

It's set for ten o'clock.

Let's clear the room.

(Good God.)

Er...

Excuse me, can we clear the room,
please? Quickly as possible.

As quick as you can,
please, gentlemen.

Quickly as possible, please.

Quickly as possible, please,
ladies and gentlemen! Please!

~ Thank you.
~ This way.

~ I'll get the next one.
~ Thank you.

Nicholas...

I'd love to.

They killed my father.

~ I'm sure she won't want to go with me.
~ I'd love to.

They're worse than the Nazis.

My mother didn't want anyone to know.

Do you promise?

It's a wire recorder.

Detonators.

Thank goodness for my basic training.

It's safe.

Good.

There's a young woman called
Lea Fisher - we should find her.

~ If she's not here, check ports, airports...
~ Right.

Lea?

~ They killed her father.
~ Are you Nicholas?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Madam, come with me.

I'm very sorry to trouble you again.

I'm hoping you'll recognise the men
you saw running from the house.

This was one of them, I think.

And this was the other one.

~ It was dark, but I saw their faces.
~ Thank you.

~ Do you know who they are?
~ Yes.

~ Do you?
~ Yes.

I have to congratulate you, Mr Foyle.

Thanks to your quick thinking
and the tip-off, you did well.

~ That's not why you're here.
~ No?

~ You have to pay for the
death of Sir David Woolf.
~ I'm sorry?

Lady Woolf identified Ian
Hughes and Gerry Aziz -

both worked for you under the
Misinformation branch of the SAS

~ and they've both been arrested.
~ I see.

We also know it was a clandestine
British operation,

headed presumably by you,

that was responsible for
blowing up several ships

carrying Jews into Palestine.

Defenders of Arab Palestine (!)

Doesn't exist - it was
a front set up by you.

You do realise this is classified?

~ At least you don't deny it.
~ I don't need to.

I'm following instructions
from the highest authority.

We have to stop trespass.
Do I have to remind you?

The illegal immigration
into Palestine?

The government white paper
of 1930 set the limits.

If they are broken, it will
destabilise the region

and also infuriate our Arab friends.

And that licences you
to blow up ships?

Nobody is hurt. Our job is merely to
remove the means of transportation.

The Woolf family were
hurt rather badly.

~ Sir David's death was an accident.
~ You threatened him accidentally?

You beat up his son accidentally?

We exerted pressure,
he refused to listen

~ and we saw him talking to you.
~ I was there in a private capacity.

We assumed he'd approached you,
so I sent Hughes and Aziz in

to warn him off.

~ You attacked my son.
~ You talk to the intelligence services,

we'll do worse than that.

No.

Wait. WAIT!

He produced a gun and
was going to fire it.

Even so, I'm rather annoyed - killing
is not part of our remit.

You also took action to prevent
Foyle investigating further.

~ That captain, Jack Davey, did not
exist - he was one of your men.
~ Yes.

Misinformation. You send
Foyle after Amin Al Arif.

You then telephoned the
hotel to warn Al Arif

that Zionist terrorists
were on the way.

Mr Griffin, of course, was
working for you all the time.

Don't blame him, he
was doing his job.

Valentine, would you be so good as to
escort Mr Griffin from the building?

With pleasure.

No hard feelings, I hope.

~ I can find my own way from here.
~ Oh, there is one more thing, James.

This is likely to get me into
all kinds of difficulties...

That's better.

There's no point in going on with this
- no crimes have been committed.

~ Murder's still a crime, as far as I'm aware.
~ Self-defence.

I was pursuing official government
policy. There's an end to it.

I'm not sure I agree.

I want your resignation.

I want you out of your
office by lunchtime today.

~ You're not serious?
~ Perfectly.

We have enough evidence to
destroy your entire operation.

We'll see that it leaks out,

and I don't give a damn about the
consequences, if you don't go.

~ Why?
~ Intimidation, violence, blowing up ships,

I don't care about any of that.

But when you send your spies in here,

when you deliberately compromise
one of my very best operatives,

then that's a step too
far and I won't have it!

I am quite serious
- you are finished.

~ You will regret this.
~ I don't think so!

~ Thank you, Foyle.
~ Not at all.

~ Back to work first thing tomorrow.
~ Certainly.

I just don't understand you.

You'd have killed many people.

You'd have killed my son.

You came to us, we offered
you hospitality...

.. but you used us.

You made him carry it in.

A homeland, yes.

A Jewish state, it's
what we all want.

But at this price?

Is this really what we have to pay?

I'm rather disappointed in you.

You knew where he was, you gave him
the room and you didn't tell us.

I thought we had an understanding?

~ I've had second thoughts.
~ Really?

~ I don't like lying.
~ None of us like lying.

You could say it was
an occupational hazard.

Look, just keep us up-to-date.

The war is over, Ms Pierce.
I've left all that behind me.

Well, you may have, but we haven't.

Watch him.

And let us know.

Good day.

If there was a traitor in Special
Operations Executive...

SEO is finished, disbanded.

The traitor could have moved on.

Could be in intelligence,
could be in government.

You know what the life expectancy
of an operator was back then?

Six bloody weeks. Here's to them, eh?

I want you to find him,
the bastard that did this.

~ Seen enough?
~ We need to get nearer.

How much does he know?

If you're talking about
Foyle, I have no idea.

~ I know him.
~ Hilda told me.

Have you been photographing me
with one of your secret cameras?

The truth is, you shouldn't
be hounding people like me.