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Down there.

~ (You're gonna get us shot.) ~ (What?)

(We're at war in Britain,
they've got guns.)

(It's a merchant ship, Johnny,
no-one's gonna see us.)

(In out... shake it all out.)

~ (You're mad.) ~ Let's go. ~ (Come on.)

(He said No.3. Go on.)

That's it. Come on, come on.

That's it.

Easy.

Easy, buddy. Easy does it.

Pull back. Lower down. Lower down.

Psst!

High Castle. This is it. Come on.

Over there.

Right, you're all set, Captain.

Ah! Thank you.

~ Have a good journey. ~ Thank you very
much.

Go! Go! Go! Come on!

What the hell?

Come on. Come on.

Get after those guys!

~ Oi! ~
~ Hey, soldier! Soldier!

Come on.

Oi! Oi! Oi! 'Ey! You there!

Come here! Hey! Stop!

I said stop!

Go there. Come on.

Come here now! Check over there!

Let's go. Let's go.

His name was William Knowles. We
found his passport.

He was a professor at University
College, London.

Looks like a straightforward
robbery.

Wallet was next to the body, cash
had been taken.

If it's straightforward, why are you
interested in it?

We found this in his top pocket.

'7 Carlyle Gardens...'

We are very interested in the man
who lives there.

Clayton Del Mar, he's an American.

Chairman of Global American Oil.

Well, let me make this absolutely
clear, Foyle,

our job is to protect Del Mar, he's
one of us.

A useful source of intelligence in
the Middle East -

Iran, Iraq - anywhere there's oil.

We just need to establish
that there is no connection

between the death of this man
Knowles and Del Mar.

There'd appear to be a connection.
When he was found?

This morning, about 9:30.

So he could have been killed around
ten last night.

I just want to know why
that address was in his pocket.

~ Understand? ~ I do.

William Knowles, eh?
Should be right up your street.

~ What does that mean?
~ Dead body, knife in the back...

Nice, straightforward bit of
detective work for you.

Noticeable overuse of the word
'straightforward', this morning,

bearing in mind
nothing in this place ever is.

Oh, wait. I want to talk to you
about Foyle.

Yes?

I think he's done a very good job.

I don't deny it, but he's also done
a great deal of damage,

or have you forgotten Strasser?

Losing Strasser to
the Americans was unfortunate,

but that wasn't Foyle, that was
Valentine.

If I had my way, Valentine would
have gone.

We can't lose our best operative,
Sir Alec.

No, but we have to control them or,
rather, you do, Miss Pierce.

Valentine's learned his lesson,

but I suggest you find a way
to keep an eye on Mr Foyle.

Because the next time
he makes a nuisance of himself,

you'll be responsible.

I'm off, then.

~ Sam? ~ What?

The second bedroom...

I've finished painting it.

~ You haven't even looked. ~ Oh, I'm
sorry, Adam.

~ I'll pop up now if you like. ~ No,
it's all right.

Right.

You do still want
to have this baby, don't you?

~ What sort of a question is that?
~ You never talk about it.

Sometimes, I think you're trying to
pretend it's not happening.

We're having a baby, I'm thrilled,
it's what we always wanted.

What's there to talk about?

You haven't told them yet,
have you?

You haven't even told Mr Foyle. Why
not?

~ Do we have to do this now? ~ I'd like
to know.

~ Because... ~ You're gonna have to
leave, you know that.

I haven't told Mr Foyle yet because
I don't want to.

~ You have no idea.
~ I know you'll miss it.

Well, of course I'll miss it.

Will you give up politics

to sit in a room full of nappies
and baby powder?

~ That's not the same. ~ Why not?

It's exactly the same.

I'll tell them when I'm ready

and now, if you don't mind, I don't
want to be late.

Oh.

How would you like to swap jobs?

~ I beg your pardon? ~ I'm just sick of
this paperwork.

You do it so much better than me,
anyway.

~ I've got quite enough of my own,
thank you very much. ~ Yes.

Of course you do. I wasn't being
serious.

Everything all right?

I'm not quite myself, if you want
the truth,

but nothing to worry about.

Quite the opposite.

Good morning, ladies. Come and get
all you can.

Yes.

It's on the left here.

~ And Adam, is he all right? ~ He misses
being a PPS.

Of course, now all he thinks about
is...

his work.

Nice start to the day.

I'll be five minutes.

He was killed some time close to
midnight, at a guess.

Stabbed in the back, severing the
spine.

He would've died instantly.

Is there a suggestion, then, that he
was running away?

I wouldn't have said so. The entry
wound is far too precise.

This is someone who knew what they
were doing.

They must have crept up behind him
and er...

Right.

He'd been abroad very recently.

Oh, yeah? How do you know that?

The contents of his stomach.
I won't go into the details now,

but he's been feasting on rations
that you won't find over here.

At a guess, I'd say he's been with
the Americans.

~ Did you hear him on the wireless
last night? ~ Who? ~ Bevan.

People underestimate him cos of his
class and the way he walks,

but when you think of what he's
achieved...

~ Are you all right? ~ I was thinking
about Sam.

How is she?
I haven't seen her for a while.

Glenvil, there's something we
haven't told you.

She's expecting a baby.

What?

Adam, that's wonderful news.

Congratulations.

~ When's it due? ~ It's not for another
six months.

That's great news.

~ I'm really happy for you. ~ Excuse me
- there's no-one outside.

It's all right. Do come in. Take a
seat.

~ Are you Mr Wainwright? ~ I'm Adam
Wainwright.

This is Glenvil Harris, my
constituency chairman.

~ How can I help? ~ Stephens, Vera
Stephens.

I don't know who else to turn to,
Mr Wainwright.

I've been to my trade union, the
Citizens Advice Bureau,

no-one wants to know.

Well, what's happened?

I work at Richardson's, do you know
them?

~ The wireless factory? ~ That's the
one.

I started working there two years
into the war.

They were glad to have us then.

~ Us? ~ Women.

I did very well for myself, worked
my way up to supervisor.

£8 a week, two weeks holiday, thank
you very much.

And then, a few weeks ago, Mr
Richardson calls me into his office

and tells me straight to my face

that I'm back on the production
line, on half the salary,

cos there's a man coming in.

He's given my job to a man. Where's
the fairness in that?

And you say that your union
representative can't help?

No-one wants to help me, Mr
Wainwright.

Even my own husband seems to think
it's reasonable.

But I want my job and you're my MP.

What are you going to do?

Who lives here?

An extremely wealthy man who runs an
oil company.

Won't be long.

~ Name, sir? ~ Foyle. ~ All right.

~ Good afternoon. ~ Good afternoon.

I have an appointment with
Mr Clayton Del Mar.

Yes, Mr Foyle. Do come in.

Thank you.

~ Take a seat, Mr Foyle. ~ Thank you.

~ You're in
the security service. ~ Yes.

Well, you must tell me how I can
help you.

My pop was advising you guys
back in the '30s.

~ Is that right? ~ Yeah.

It's just a shame you didn't listen
to what he had to say.

You knew which way the wind was
blowing.

Hitler and the Nazis...

You know, this was a war that
could've been avoided. Drink?

~ I won't, thank you. ~ It was an
economic war.

Depression, unemployment.

What does the world do?

Puts tariffs on global products.

Makes it pretty much impossible for
Germany to pay off its debts,

you know?

And the Versailles Treaty -

that was crazy to start with.

It made war inevitable, and for
what?

50 million people dead, maybe more.

Anyway... you're about to say why
you're here.

Yes, I'm looking for information
about a man called William Knowles.

Knowles? Afraid I don't know him.

Found dead not far from here,
in Hyde Park.

Very sorry to hear it. That's too
bad.

What's it gotta do with me?

He had... this in his pocket.

Yeah, that's my address all right.

But he didn't come here. When was
this?

~ Yesterday. ~ Ten o'clock yesterday?

Well, I was just finishing dinner,
then I went to bed.

My wife was asleep,
so was my father - he's an invalid.

Well, it would appear he had a
meeting here with someone.

A lot of people try to get
a bite of my time, Mr Foyle.

~ With a specific appointment,
it looks like. ~ Ten o'clock.

Yeah.

We shouldn't, of course,
assume it was ten at night.

It could well have been 10:00am
yesterday, or 10:00am this morning.

I don't assume anything, Mr Foyle.

I've already told you
I did not meet with this man.

Why would you have any reason to
believe that I'm lying to you?

~ Who was he, anyway? ~ He was a
professor at University College.

Ah, well, my father and myself have
given a lot of money

to a lot of colleges.

You give to the one and the others
come begging.

Ain't that the way with you limeys?

But, er, I did not meet with your
Mr Knowles.

You're wasting your time and,
frankly, mine.

I understand. Thank you.

~ Good afternoon, sir.
~ Good afternoon.

Grant?

You didn't deal with that business
quite as I'd hoped.

~ I did exactly as you asked. ~ You got
the photograph, yes,

but he also had my address in his
pocket.

~ Didn't you look? ~ I did look, sir.
~ You missed it.

~ Clayton, I need your help. ~ Oh, what
is it, baby?

I can't decide what to wear for
dinner, tonight.

The Charitons. I've put out three
dresses...

~ The Charitons? ~ You know, from Long
Island.

We met them at the Ritz.

Yeah, yeah, I'll come see.

How was it?

Interesting man.

Are we watching him, by any chance?

Not as far as I'm aware.

Well, someone is.

Oh, yeah?

You're late again.

Professor Knowles' office is on the
first floor in the main quad.

~ Mm-hm. ~ Is he all right?

When did you last see him?

He was here just the other day.

~ Which 'other day' was that? ~ That
would've been Tuesday.

He was in a bit of a hurry, just
popped in and out again.

He hadn't been here for two months.

In fact, I was beginning to think
he'd left altogether.

It's just here, sir.

~ Professor? ~ Yes?

~ I'll leave you to it. ~ Thank you.
~ Let me know when you go. ~ I will.

Can I help you?

~ Well, no, I'm managing quite well,
thank you. ~ Who are you?

What exactly are you doing here,
rummaging around in William's desk?

How did you even get in? This door
is usually locked.

~ The porter let me in. ~ Why?

~ Where's William? ~ How do you know Mr
Knowles?

You clearly don't know him at all.
He's Professor Knowles.

~ I beg your pardon. ~ We're colleagues.

We're friends. I work next door.

Then I'm sorry to have to tell you

that Professor Knowles was found
dead yesterday morning.

What?

Murdered.

In Germany?

Is that where he was?

I'm not going to tell you anything
until you tell me who you are.

~ Are you a policeman? ~ Not exactly.

I'm primarily someone trying to help
- which is proving rather difficult.

He was in Germany. Is that right?

In Nuremberg, as a translator.

He was... working at the trials.

Which would explain this, then?

He was interested in the psychology
of language, not the content.

We're building an extensive archive
on the rise of Nazism

from 1919 through to the start of
the war.

We all know how it ended.

It's important to understand how it
all began.

When was the last time you saw him?

~ Are you interrogating me?
~ Well, of course not.

Simply asking the questions
that need to be answered

in order to find out who killed him
and why.

I haven't spoken to him since he
went to Germany.

Apparently, he was here on Tuesday

and in rather a hurry, according to
the porter.

There'd have been a reason for him
coming here?

He must have visited the archive.

How would you know that?

This shouldn't be here.

Nothing's meant to be removed.

Serial number... Does that mean
anything?

That's a photographic file.

Empty.

Possible to find out what it
contained?

I can have a look.

Thank you.

Do you know where he lived?

11 Kathleen Crescent.

~ Was he married? ~ Yes.

Do you know to whom?

A dear friend. Her name is Hilary.

And yours?

Elizabeth Addis.

~ Professor? ~ Doctor.

Thank you.

And yours?

Foyle.

Mister.

So she was married for ten years?

~ When did they tell her? ~ Yesterday.

So, are you happy to do this?

Yes, absolutely.

Good.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

I'm on my own now.

He was all I ever had, William.

Not that he was ever here.

Three years at Bletchley,

the university,

then Nuremberg.

You'd have thought

they could have found someone else
who spoke German.

I'm very sorry, Mrs Knowles.

He comes home for one day.

One day, and then he goes and gets
himself killed.

How long have you been ill?

I can't remember when I wasn't ill.

Kidneys.

I'm in pain. I find it hard to
breathe.

We spent every penny we had trying
to make me better.

But couldn't the university help?

He had insurance, but that was no
good to me.

Ten years, we were married and we
were happy together.

Then this.

Did he ever talk to you about his
work?

He didn't want to say anything.

I don't know why they're bothering
with a trial.

Shoot the lot and be done with it.

So why did he come home?

He came to see me.

He was worried about me.

Did he bring anything back with him?

Documents? Files?

He brought me a few things.

He got them from the Americans.

Soap and chocolate.

And that.

I don't know why he brought that.

I don't even drink whisky.

He doesn't like it either.

~ Well done. ~ Well, I don't know, she
wasn't very forthcoming.

Well, she certainly wasn't telling
the truth.

Whoa!

Clayton Del Mar.

Global American Oil.

Clayton Del Mar.

~ Is he happy? ~ No, not really, sir.

I'm heading for the office.

Oh, wish me luck.

~ What are you talking about? ~ I have
this meeting today, Pop, remember?

~ The Iranian Soviet Oil Company.
~ Never call it that.

~ It doesn't exist. ~ Right. ~ It's
illegal.

~ If you don't believe that, how will
you persuade them? ~ Yeah.

And don't talk to them about law,
Clayton, they're Arabs.

~ What do they know about law? Talk
to them about money. ~ I know, Pop.

Make them know they've been
humiliated.

Then, when you see the Shah, that's
when you talk about the law.

I've got it. I know what I'm doing.

~ How are you getting on with er...?
~ The Silver Bullet.

~ I'll get Edith to come up and read
for you. ~ No.

I don't like the way she reads. I
don't like her voice.

Oh, don't be like that, Pop. We're
looking for someone.

You shouldn't have gotten rid of
the last one.

She annoyed me.

Doctor's coming in this afternoon.

I'll come back up the moment I get
back, OK?

Yes, so I met Mrs Stephens

and I told her that there was
nothing more I could do.

But you are her union rep.

Well, we do represent the workers
at Richardson's Wireless,

~ but we have no women members.
~ Because you don't allow them.

All the unions in this sector are
the same.

Amalgamated Engineering
do have some women members,

but only on a temporary basis.

Even so, I did intervene on Mrs
Stephens' behalf.

She has me to thank for securing
her a job on the assembly line.

~ At half her previous salary. ~ Well,
it's better than no job at all.

700,000 women have left work in the
last year.

Most of them left voluntarily.

Well, I think you're being a bit
hypocritical, Mr Wainwright.

It's your government that keeps
closing down nurseries

~ to force women out of work.
~ That's not the reason.

There are too many nurseries,

they're underused, and they're too
expensive.

Well, I've said my piece.

Well, thanks for coming in, Mr
Chorley.

Do you know what I think?

And I'm not speaking here in an
official capacity.

But I don't know why women wanna
work, anyway.

It's not like the money's gonna be
any use to them.

There's nothing in the shops to buy

and, right now, they've got more
important things to do.

What would these be, Horace?

We've got to increase the
population.

We lost too many men in that bloody
war.

That's their job.

~ How much do you know about whisky?
~ Not much, sir.

~ I prefer Mother's ruin. ~ Yeah, I
thought so.

~ There's a whisky label called High
Castle. See what you can find. ~ Sir.

And a woman called Elizabeth Addis,
University College lecturer.

~ See if we've got anything. ~ Right
away, sir.

Yes, please.

Mayfair 349.

~ Oh, I see. ~ Just keeping your seat
warm for you.

How thoughtful. What do you want?

I have a coincidence might interest
you.

I have a low-level contact at the
Soviet Embassy.

~ How do you know him? ~ Oh, bumped into
him at a club.

Not the sort of place his employers
would like to know he frequented.

Not the sort of place MY employers
would like to know I frequented,

but, er, anyway,
he's a waiter at the Embassy.

According to him, a Soviet agent
flew in recently.

Could be NKVD, at any rate highly
regarded, name of Leskov

and he's doing business with your
man Clayton Del Mar.

~ What sort of business? ~ He couldn't
tell me,

but I've asked him to dig a little
deeper.

I thought Del Mar was with us.

So did I.

We should take a closer look at him.

This might help - they're
advertising for a companion

for Clayton Del Mar's father, he's
an invalid.

'Single, intelligent woman wanted

for conversation
and companionship.'

Oh, yes?

And who might you have in mind?

Sir?

No.

Are you ready? Wait here for us.

Gentlemen, Stalin wants your oil.

That's all he wants.

He's offered to return your
territories

in Azerbaijan and Turkestan,

but he will never do that.

And, in the meantime, you have set
up the company

Iranian Soviet Oil...

.. and given him a 51% share in your
oil.

51%.

Forgive me, but that's crazy.

Right now, in the Kremlin, he's
laughing at you.

Let me talk to His Majesty, the
Shah.

An audience in Tehran, that's all I
ask.

Believe me when I tell you that,
right now,

like it or not...

.. your interests should be with the
British.

Thank you so much for coming.

Please convey my regards to
the Shah and his family.

It was a pleasure to meet you.
Thank you very much.

Have a safe trip home. Thank you.
Very nice to meet you.

Thank you very much. Have a safe
trip. Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

Well, Grant, I think I'm gonna need
my passport.

~ It's only for a few days. ~ Anything
could happen.

~ If you told Mr Foyle the truth, he
never - ~ The truth?

The baby.

Mr Foyle didn't ask me, I volunteered,

but that's not the point.

I'm not going anywhere dangerous,

I'm in Kensington,
reading to an old man.

~ I still say no. ~ I wasn't
asking your permission, Adam.

~ Oh, I see. So you're going to do it
anyway? ~ It's my job.

Well, that's not true. You're not a
spy, even if you pretend to be.

What?

You're married to me now. You're
expecting our child.

I'm sorry, but you've got to
grow up and start facing reality.

Well, if this is reality,
then maybe I don't want it.

By the way, I've seen the spare
room. It's lovely.

I had a call from Clayton Del Mar.

~ We're having luncheon together. ~ Oh,
how very pleasant.

He's spoken to the Shah's advisers.

Next week, he flies to Tehran to
meet the Shah himself.

~ How did he manage that? ~ They went
to the same school in Switzerland.

Not at the same time.

I notice you didn't mention any of
this to Foyle.

~ Should I have? ~ Well, it might have
been relevant.

Well, need to know, and I rather
doubt he does, truth be told.

Any news on this man Knowles?

No, not yet, but Valentine's
come up with something.

He thinks your man may have been
talking to the Soviets.

Clayton Del Mar? That's ridiculous.

The report.

A waiter?

I really think
we can do better than that.

What about that other matter
we were discussing? Foyle?

I'm working on it.

Have a nice lunch.

I'm not at all sure about this.

Sir, I'd like to contribute. I
really do want to.

I'm sure, but there are others here
perfectly able to do this - why you?

It's about time I made myself
useful.

But only on condition that somebody
monitors this throughout, hm?

I'll do it myself.

Look after yourself.

~ I haven't got the job yet. ~ Hm.

What happens if they don't pick me?

I rather think they will,
there were no other applicants.

We made sure of that.

Come on.

And that's about all there is,

it's a malt whisky distilled in
Tain.

Very popular with the Americans.

You're absolutely right.

And Elizabeth Addis.

Total clearance.

Two years in the Cairo office.

Planning assistant to Lord
Glenconner

and then Major General Stowell.

Then she came back to London,

advising on SOE
Middle East affairs,

husband died in a car accident,
no children.

Right. Thank you.

What do you think of Vera Stephens?

Attractive woman.

Am I right to be supporting her?

~ Why do you ask? ~ Just not sure.

You have a wife who works.

That's different.

Is it? You either believe in
something or you don't.

That's what impressed us about you
when we first met you, Adam.

You knew exactly where you stood.

Here we are.

We did our bit during the war, Mr
Wainwright.

We moved from domestic production
into radar.

The triodes and vacuum tubes
manufactured here

were installed all along the coast
and I'm proud of that.

Well, no-one's doubting your war
record, Mr Richardson.

I just don't take very kindly to
these accusations.

~ We're not accusing you of anything.
~ Aren't you?

It seems to me quite high-handed,
walking into my factory like this.

Now, as for Mrs Stephens,

I always knew she was trouble,
right from the word go, that one.

~ But, she did a good job.
~ I don't deny it.

She and many others who have gone
home and quite right too.

~ But she didn't want to. ~ Look,
I told her from the very start

it was a temporary position.

That's not how Mrs Stephens
remembers it.

I did what I could for her - a job
on the production line.

It was as much as she deserved.
George!

You wanted to see me, sir?

George, I was wondering if those
parts had arrived.

~ English Electrics, sir? ~ Aye.

No, I'm afraid not. I can get them
on the blower, if you like.

No, no, no, just keep me informed.
Thank you.

George Buckingham, our production
supervisor,

the man that Mrs Stephens replaced.

He was with us for five years
before he joined up.

He was in Italy and he copped it at
Anzio.

That is how he came home.

Now, Mr Wainwright, was I to tell
him I didn't have a job for him?

That I couldn't take him back? Or
did I do the right thing?

Now you tell me.

There were actually 12 pictures
in a sequence.

One is missing, which must be the
one William took.

This is the next.

There was a group of businessmen who
supported the Nazis

called the Friends of Himmler.

~ Would these have anything to do with
that? ~ Yes.

They were taken in Berlin in 1939.

These were essentially businessmen

who were supplying the Nazi Party
with funds.

So not necessarily all of these men
are German.

Correct, there were honorary
members and special guests.

Dutch, American, even British.

All looking to the Russian oil
fields.

If there was a war and the Germans
won, this would be their way in.

Why would William have wanted to
take that particular photograph?

~ That's the question. How long had he
been at Nuremberg? ~ Two months.

And translating for whom?

I'm sorry to say I've no idea.

~ This is where I turn off. ~ Oh, yeah.

Er, well, thank you for your help.

Mr Foyle, excuse me...

I spoke to the porter after you
left, last time.

He said you were from the Home
Office.

Well, that's what I told him.

I assumed at once that meant the
security service.

~ Would I be right? ~ Yes.

~ I was rather rude to you. ~ Not at
all.

I owe you an apology.

Accepted.

Bye.

Hey, Char...? Charge?

~ Guten tag, Herr Linz.
~ Oh. Guten tag.

I understand
you've not been feeling well?

I want my letters. Why are they
being kept from me?

I'm afraid it's not my job to
distribute the mail.

You're a doctor, hmm?

Maybe you can help me.

(I'm a wealthy man.)

I can ask the lieutenant.

Where's Mr Knowles?

I believe he's still in England.

Mr Knowles has been
very kind to me.

He seems to be the only one who
understands

that all this... this trial, is a
travesty.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm a businessman.

The transport manager for a company

known and respected all over the
world.

All the brightest people in Germany
worked for IG Farben.

People who have won the Nobel Prize
worked for IG Farben

and the Americans, back then,

they would have done anything to
get their hands on our technology.

And now they do this to me! Why?

This is not justice.

This is revenge.

I brought you something to read.
Books and newspapers from London.

Are you sleeping all right, Herr
Linz?

I sleep, I read, I sleep.

Danke schon and get out.

You can do nothing for me.

I'll wait for you here.

~ Good luck. ~ Thank you.

~ Nervous? ~ A bit.

Good.

It'll keep you on your toes.

Yeah, you have excellent
references, Miss Stewart.

~ You were in the MTC during the war?
~ Yes.

~ Before that, a teacher.
~ In Hastings.

Your father is a vicar.

Yes and I have an uncle who's a
bishop.

We're a very religious family.

Unmarried.

Shortage of men.

Of course.

~ Enjoy reading? ~ It's my favourite
pastime, Mr Del Mar.

~ What in particular? ~ Oh, anything I
can get my hands on, really.

~ Agatha Christie, Ellery Queen -
~ Crime novels? ~ Yes.

~ My father enjoys Seth Carter. ~ Ah,
right.

Pop is a remarkable man, Miss
Stewart.

An exceptional human being.

It was my grandfather who
established Global American Oil

in Dallas at the end of the last
century.

But it was my daddy who turned it

into the worldwide corporation
it is today.

May I ask why you're in London?

We have to look to the east, to the
Middle East in particular,

and to the Soviet Union.

That's where the next war will
start.

It'll be a war for oil.

Sadly, a few years ago, my father
became ill.

He has an infection of the heart,
he hasn't long to live.

~ I'm very sorry. ~ Well, he should be
on Palm Beach,

not stuck here in London, but he
won't hear of it.

I suppose family matters to him.

Business matters to him, Miss
Stewart.

He seems to think the moment he
goes, it'll all fall apart.

I'm sure you're very glad to have
him here.

I honour him

and I want his remaining years
to be comfortable.

I have to say,

I am disappointed with the response
I got from my advertisement,

but I think you'll do swell.
Shall we say a one month trial?

Thank you, Mr Del Mar.

Live-in, of course.

~ I understand. ~ Grant?

Will you take Miss Stewart upstairs
to meet Pop?

Thank you, sir.

Who are you?

I'm your new companion.

Sit down.

Come closer, where I can see you.

~ What's your name? ~ I'm Sam.

That's not a woman's name.

It's short for Samantha.

Samantha... Stewart.

You're very cute.

Thank you.

Read to me.

The Silver Bullet.

'The Anderson place was on Olive
Street,

close by Sixth on the East Side.

The wind was blowing the litter
across the sidewalk

and, as I climbed out of the car, I
could hear a dog barking

in a room above the Chinese
launderette.

A blank-faced man stood outside,
waiting.'

She'll do.

Thank you, sir.

~ Nuremberg? ~ Yes, Knowles had come
from Nuremberg,

he went to the university archive
where he removed a photograph.

The photograph was of a group of
businessmen

~ who were Nazi sympathisers. ~ The
police didn't find one on the body.

Do you know the reason he was
killed?

No and we're unlikely to find it
here.

So you're asking us to fly you to
Nuremberg.

Well, that's where the answers are.

~ Mrs Stephens. ~ Can I come in?

Er, you should really see me at the
constituency office.

I've just come from there.

I only live round the corner.

Come in, please.

Do sit down.

Oh.

Sorry.

I, er, haven't really made
very much progress, I'm afraid.

~ Would you like a cup of tea? ~ No,
thank you.

I've spoken to Horace Chorley,
at the union

and I've also been to see
Richardson's Wireless.

I'm sure Mr Richardson told lies
about me.

He doesn't like me.

To be fair to him, I'd say he was
very honest and open-handed.

But he won't give me my job back.

Your position has been taken by the
man Mr Richardson says

you replaced during the war.

~ That wasn't what he told me.
~ Well, as you are aware,

your replacement Mr Buckingham was
very badly injured at Anzio.

And I'm very sorry for him,

but I don't see what that's got to
do with it.

I don't think there's anything more
I can do for you.

You won't get me my job back?

Well, you're the same
as all of them -

the boss, the trade union, the MP,
the new supervisor -

and, have you noticed, you're all
men?

There are plenty of other jobs out
there, I can -

I don't want to be a teacher or a
shop assistant.

~ Maybe being at home - ~ I don't want
to be at home!

When I first got the job at
Richardson's,

it was a godsend.

It was the first time in my life
I actually felt worth something.

~ Please - ~ And now it's been taken
away from me.

You're...

But you will help me.

~ I know you will, please, I... ~ Ah...

Yes.

~ Adam? ~ Sam.

This is very nice of you, Alec.

I bet you don't pay.

~ My department is always happy to
show its appreciation. ~ I know.

~ When did they make you Sir Alec?
~ Back in '43.

Services to spying (?)

Er, the Admiralty.

Well, maybe you can get one
for me (?)

Why not? You did it for Ike.

General Eisenhower received the
Order of Merit,

~ but that was honorary. ~ Forget it,
I'm pulling your leg.

~ We are grateful. ~ You should be.

~ I've heard from Tehran. ~ Sir Alec...
~ I'm going in next week.

~ Ooh, that's very good. ~ Very good.
~ Ha!

It's not every day you get an
audience with the Shah.

~ The way things are out there -
~ Sir...

.. he's the only one who can
untangle this agreement

his government made with the
Soviets.

~ Will he deal with us? ~ No.

Last time he got into bed with you
Brits,

you were making three times as much
profit out of tax revenue

as the Shah was getting
for his oil.

~ But he'll deal with you. ~ What can I
say?

We went to the same school.

You wanna stop Soviet expansion in
the Middle East, Alec.

♪ That's what it's all about ♪

What can we do to help?

I'll let you know if I need
anything.

In the meantime, keep out of it

and, by that, I mean right out, OK?

I had a visit from one of your
people.

~ Foyle. ~ I don't wanna see him again.

~ I didn't like his style. ~ Well, his
job is to protect you.

~ A man was killed - ~ I have my own
protection, thanks anyway.

Foyle isn't even in the country at
the moment.

He's on his way to Nuremberg.

You don't say.

Anything happens to me, you can
forget Iran.

You know that.

I trust you completely.

I don't suppose any of our other
friends have tried to contact you?

Didn't know you had other friends.

The Soviets.

Why on earth would I talk to them?

Oh, one of my people mentioned a
name, Nikolei Leskov.

Never heard of him.

Really.

But, if you hear from him, you'll
let us know.

Of course.

Lovely house.

'.. was wrapped in a dark, Shetland
sports coat

with a blue and yellow scarf pulled
tight around his neck.

He had a snap brim hat
pulled so low over his eyes

I'm surprised he could see anything
of the world around him,

~ but maybe he preferred it
that way.' ~ That's enough.

~ What did you say your name was? ~ Sam
Stewart.

Miss Stewart, talk to me.

~ Talk? ~ You're being paid for your
conversation.

How long have you been like this,
ill?

I'm dying. Maybe six months,
maybe a year.

~ Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
~ I'm not.

I met Hitler once, you know.

Strong man.

Great man.

Great leader.

Did what he had to.

Made Germany strong again

and gave the Germans back their
self-respect.

He lost the war.

Now he's gone, there is no-one.

Stalin's a tyrant. Truman's weak.

Hell in a handcart.

Do you believe in Hell, Miss
Stewart?

No, actually, I don't.

Well, you don't know anything.

Get out. I want to sleep.

Oh, hello.

Nuremberg means Linz. There
can't be any other reason.

~ A reason...?
~ It's all taken care of.

~ Now, I'm in Iran next week, flying
direct to Tehran. ~ Yes, sir.

Can I help you?

That's my husband's den.

Yes, I thought I heard him talking.

~ You're not meant to go in there. ~ Oh,
I wasn't going to.

I'm Edith Del Mar.

I'm Samantha Stewart, I'm Mr Del
Mar's new companion.

I don't suppose
you'll be with us for every long.

None of them ever are.

Oh, hello, honey.

What are you doing here?

I was just explaining to your wife,
I was just taking a look around.

~ Does my father not need you? ~ No, he
said he's had enough for today.

Then maybe you should go to your
room.

Right.

Was she listening?

Oh, no, dear, I don't think so.

She was just wandering around.

How was your flight?

Well, RAF transport, and all that
that means...

~ What's your role here? ~ I'm an
observer,

here to ensure that everything's
fair and square. How about you?

Last time we met, you were a police
officer, pretending to be.

~ What is it now?
~ Do you know, I'm not at all sure?

So you knew William Knowles.

Yes, of course, he was a translator
here,

quite close to some of the
prisoners.

Too close, if you ask me.

You look worn out.

Would you like coffee?

I wouldn't say no, thank you.

We're like a family here.

Lawyers, translators, typists...

.. screeners, secretaries, doctors
and psychologists.

~ In the end, we all sort of muck in
together. ~ Thank you.

We're not dealing with Nazi bigwigs
any more,

now it's Germany's industrialists.

There's a view that some of them

should be tried for their part in
the war.

Is that your view?

Oh, I don't have a view, Mr Foyle.

Studied neutrality, that's my
watchword.

And how many prisoners are there?

There's 12 of them down there
at the moment.

Of course,
they don't see things our way.

They don't think the war, or
politics,

was anything to do with them.

For them, it was just business.

Knowles was 'too friendly,' you say?

That was my observation.

~ With anyone in particular? ~ Herman
Linz.

He doesn't really need
a translator,

speaks pretty good English.

Works for IG Farben, well, they all
do.

Possible to see him?

He was put in the hospital wing a
couple of nights ago.

He had some sort of an attack
in the early part of the evening,

but he should be in his cell
by now.

I'll take you down there.

Apart from Knowles, does Linz have
contact with anyone else outside?

Er, his lawyer.

They're allowed one letter a week.

No parcels.

~ Every aspect of life is strictly
regulated here - ~ Mm-hm.

.. showers once a week,

30 minutes' exercise, even the way
they sleep...

They can't face away from the door.

We keep a light on them all bloody
night.

Here, this is him.

~ Looks like he's asleep, sir. ~ Herr
Linz, I have a visitor for you.

Ah, Jeez!

David!

~ Morning, ma'am. ~ Oh, morning.

Sir, Linz is dead.

Linz?

~ Do I know that name?
~ Well, you ought to.

William Knowles was his translator
at Nuremberg.

Bloody Nuremberg.

We do not need these industrialists
in jail,

we need them out and rebuilding
their economy.

It's an extraordinary breach of
security.

I have nothing to do with security
at Nuremberg.

No, but you have a great deal to do
with Clayton Del Mar.

I hope you're not suggesting what I
think you're suggesting,

~ Miss Pierce. ~ I'm just saying if
there was a link between them,

~ it's quite a coincidence. ~ Is that
what Foyle believes?

~ Foyle's still in Nuremberg.
~ Well, bring him home.

If this man Linz is dead, there's
no reason for him to stay.

Sir, I know that Del Mar is
important to us,

but... just how far will we go to
protect him?

Yes?

Understood.

Sam?

Mr Valentine.

I judged that he was fit to be
returned to his cell.

I cannot imagine how this could've
happened.

Suicide should be impossible here.

Prisoners are searched from head to
toe

every time they return to their
cells.

It shouldn't have happened.

I can see that.

This isn't about retribution,
Foyle, it is about justice.

The IG Farben factory at Monowitz
was built

using labour from the Auschwitz
camps.

And the Reich's war machine
urgently needed

the synthetic rubber and the oils
which the factory produced.

Thousands of people died in that
process

in the most appalling conditions.

Linz worked as a manager at that
factory

and he must have known what was
happening.

The world needs to know what these
men did.

He had some kind of seizure you say,
is that right?

Er, yes.

Then this is a coincidence is it,

that this report of William Knowles'
death is on the table

in front of him as he dies?

~ Where would he get this? ~ Erm, well,
they are allowed newspapers.

It's pretty rare to get one from
London.

Do you think that was enough to...?

He was very upset.

In fact, he was nearly hysterical.

I don't know, sir, he was
reading a newspaper.

All of a sudden, he starts shouting
and banging at the door.

It's all right. Stay calm.

Please.

What is it? What's going on?

Deakin, you have to help me.

You have to protect me.

In my office.

Der Hollander...

You have to g...

~ What have you done to him?
~ I just gave him a sedative.

What was he saying?
Remember anything he said?

He was going in and out of German.

He said something about someone at
his office -

'Der Hollander' - the Dutchman.

Do we know any Dutchmen?

'The Dutchman was behind it.'

He wanted me to find something in
his office.

~ Where's his office? ~ It's at the
factory, at Monowitz.

He didn't get away in time and they
arrested him there.

~ Perhaps that's what he meant.
~ Can we go to the office?

Well, it wouldn't be easy.

It's through the Soviet zone and
it's a hell of a hike.

I'd need to fix the permits, but I
suppose it could be done.

Erm, I thought your people wanted
you back?

Yeah, they can wait.

Gonna be leaving in a few days,
Pop. Are you gonna be all right?

~ You think I can't manage without
you? ~ That's not what I said.

You think you're ready? Think you
can run this company without me?

I hate talking to you when you're
like this.

Did you kill Williams Knowles?

Who told you about that?

I know everything that happens in
this house, just answer me.

I dealt with him.

~ It was stupid.
~ What else could I do?

I was trying to clear up the mess
you made.

~ Mess? ~ You know what I mean.
~ I founded this company.

I made this the second-largest
petroleum corporation in the world.

What I did, I did to protect its
interests.

You backed the wrong horse, Papa,
the Germans lost the war.

I backed all the horses, Clayton,
that's what brought us through

and now I have to sit here
and watch it being lost

to a boy who can't even choose his
own tie.

You read your book, Papa.

~ Where's that new girl?
~ I don't trust her. ~ What?

One reply to your advertisement,
Clayton?

One reply? Doesn't that tell you
something?

You're crazy.

~ I'm afraid I haven't got anything
much to report yet. ~ Doesn't matter.

We just want to know you're safe.

I don't know about that.

The house is a fortress.

There's a high wall around the
grounds

and a permanent sentry at the front
gate.

The father is creepy

and Mr Del Mar's a little bit mad.

Have you heard anything?

Clayton Del Mar's off to Tehran in
three days.

~ That's Iran, isn't it? ~ Yes.

Do you know why he's going?

He didn't say.

I don't know what else I should be
looking for.

We think there might be
a photograph in the house,

a group of men, possibly with
Himmler, taken in 1939.

It would tie in Clayton Del Mar
with William Knowles.

I suppose I could take
a quick snoop in the study.

As quick as you can, before he
leaves.

If you need any help, put something
in the window at the front,

~ where we can see it. ~ Like what?

~ My hat? ~ Yeah, that'll do.

~ But only if you're in trouble.
We'll be right there. ~ Right.

~ Hello - ~ Miss Stewart,
where have you been?

I was just getting some air.

My father's been waiting for you.

Right.
I'll go right up, Mr Del Mar.

(Keep an eye on her, OK?)

Yes. Samantha Wainwright.

Please ask her to contact me
as soon as you can.

Thank you. Goodbye.

So this is the factory.

Auschwitz is six miles away.

So, by the time the inmates had
marched all the way over here,

they were too exhausted to work.

So they built this place...

.. for 'convenience'.

Monowitz.

They paid the SS four Reichsmarks
a day for skilled labourers,

three for unskilled, there were
children too.

They were filthy, they were
starving,

they were covered with
lice... vermin.

When they couldn't work any more,
they were shot.

10,000 had died by the time I came
here.

I spoke to some of the survivors.

You have no idea.

Every day, reports were sent from
Monowitz

to the head office at Frankfurt.

They knew.

They knew perfectly well how the
chemicals were being produced,

but they didn't care. It was
necessary, good for business.

IG Farben built the planes,

they made the bombs, they made the
furnaces,

and the Zyklon-B crystals that were
used in the gas chambers.

Without them, Hitler would never
have got off the starting blocks.

Linz was one of them. His office is
this way.

I have a feeling we're wasting our
time.

The Nazis were fanatical record
keepers.

They burned everything

when they realised the Allies were
on their way.

We grabbed the rest.

~ So this is the office. ~ This is it.

Yeah.

Well, he'd send you here for a
reason.

He obviously wanted you to find
something

that he thought would... help him?
Save him?

Save him?

~ He committed suicide. ~ Did he?

He was killed, as was Knowles,

as a result of whatever Linz had
asked him, told him to do.

Otherwise, why did he come to
England?

Dutchman? What did he say?

Said, 'Dutchman was behind it'.

Flying Dutchman?

There's a Dutchman behind it?

Or is it behind the Dutchman?

Nothing.

No secret compartment.

Right.

Well...

~ Is that Linz? ~ That's him.

~ Who's the other? ~ No idea.

~ How's your German? ~ I can get by.

Schiff?

~ Boat, correct? ~ Uh-huh.

~ Die... ~ Pramie.

Bounty. It's a shipping order.

Some English, 'The Eleanor Lee.'

~ Another boat? ~ Mm-hm.

Could be.

All right, sir.

Viktor.

~ The Eleanor Lee. ~ Yes?

She was an American merchantman on
her way to New York via Tenerife.

This is a copy of the manifest.

Basically, we were selling
everything we could for the war
effort.

Including 2,000 gallons of whisky?

Wasted on the Americans, if you ask
me.

There was an attempted robbery to
steal it the night she sailed.

Two local lads.

One of them died inexplicably quite
soon afterwards.

The other one... is still alive.

Lives in a caravan on the
Southampton Docks.

This is as close as we got.

Very good.

But you might like to know
that the ship was owned by -

~ Global American Oil? ~ Yes.

Well done. Thank you.

~ You stay here, Grant. ~ Yes, sir.

Clayton?

Where's Mr Del Mar?

~ I'm afraid you just missed
him, milady. ~ Oh... fine.

Mildred, have you cleaned the grate
in Mr Andrew's room?

Oh, yes, of course. I'm so sorry,
I...

~ I'll do it at once. ~ Well, I'll come
with you.

I wonder if we need to get that
chimney swept.

He suffers so much with the dust.

What are you doing in here?

I was just looking
for Mr Del Mar.

He's clearly not here.

Well, he was a minute ago, I heard
him.

What do you want him for?

I need to buy some more books
for Mr Del Mar Senior.

I'll tell him you were here.

Thank you.

It was just a lark, really.

That was all.

40 barrels of malt whisky.

Do you know what that would've been
worth?

How did you even know it was there?

A friend of a friend.

We were gonna nick it.

Not all of it, just a couple of
jerry cans, that was it.

Johnny didn't even wanna be there.

He always did what I said.

Poor sod.

Tell me what happened.

We managed to get onto the boat.

~ 'Guards, soldiers...' ~ Let's go.
~ '.. they were useless.'

'We snuck down to hold No.3.'

This is it. Go on.

'That's where we knew
we'd find it.'

(This is the one.)

Here.

'We were gonna suck the whisky out.

A vacuum.

We did the same thing when we were
half-inching petrol from cars.'

(Here, do it.)

'But then it all went
wrong.'

(Shut up.)

'It was like he'd been punched in
the throat.'

'He couldn't breathe.'

~ 'They heard us...' ~ Hey, you!

'..so I grabbed him and we
scrammed.'

Hey! Get back here!

John was as sick as a dog that
night.

I thought he was going to die...

.. but, the next day,
he seemed a bit better.

A few days after that, he was back
on his feet.

Then what?

We got nicked.

Bogeys know who we were and we got
picked up.

Both given a birching.
We were lucky it weren't borstal.

Johnny was never really the same
after that.

He'd have these fits...

.. and then, one day, he just died.

But I'll tell you something.

Whatever was in those barrels...

.. it weren't bloody whisky.

Tetraethyl lead?

Yes, quite possibly.

The sickness, memory loss, fits of
anger, convulsions, death...

You said the ship was owned by...
Who was it?

Global American Oil.

And this young man sucked
the liquid from out of a barrel?

Assuming it was whisky,
that's right.

It would've been absolutely
frightful. How very sad.

Tetraethyl lead is a fuel additive,
is that right?

Well, whatever it is, it's deadly
stuff.

~ She was behind my desk? ~ That's
right.

She said she was looking for you,
but I didn't believe her.

I have to say, I had my doubts
about her from the start.

That's very perceptive of you,
Grant. So what did she want?

This drawer is open.

She's taken the photograph.

~ You kept it? ~ You watch your place,
Grant.

~ Are the doors all locked? ~ Yes, sir.

She can't get out. Let's find her.

~ Have you seen her? ~ Who?

You know, Pop, the girl.

Oh, cottoned on to her at last,
have you? You took your time.

Yeah, Papa, you were right. You're
always goddamn right.

You can't manage without me, that's
your problem.

Without me, you'd just lie there
and rot.

Grant!

.. and must be able to be finished by
ten.

~ Yes, all right. ~ Thank you. ~ Ma'am.

~ Hello. ~ Hello.

Are you looking for something?

Actually, I'm trying to get out.

~ Grant, where are you? ~ The doors are
all locked. ~ Well?

~ Clayton has the keys. I can call him
if you like - ~ No.

Don't you have any of the keys? To
that one?

Are you in trouble?

Yes.

I think I am.

Have you checked the back stairs?
Well, check again!

Thank you.

Where is she?

Who?

Check the rooms out the back! In
there!

Miss Stewart?

You can't get out.

Miss Stewart?

Grant!

Mr Del Mar wants to see you, Miss
Stewart.

Well, I'm afraid he can't, I'm
leaving.

Afraid not.

Come away from the gate,
get inside.

No.

Actually, Miss Stewart is coming
with me.

Oh!

Well done. Open the gate.

Got it.

~ How did you get in? ~ Piece of cake.

~

Sam?

Sam, I'm so glad to see you

and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

So am I.

That woman who was here, she was
absolutely nothing to me.

She was a constituent and I should
never have let her in.

I shouldn't have stormed out.

I've been beastly to you.

~ Will you forgive me? ~ Of course I'll
forgive you.

~ Will you forgive me? ~ What for?

You were right, I...

I put myself in danger and I had
absolutely no right to do that.

Our baby's too important.

~ I'll tell Mr Foyle
I have to give up work at once. ~ No.

I was wrong.

I've been completely two-faced.

On the one hand, I was defending
the right of a woman I've never met

to work in a wireless factory.

And, on the other,

I was... putting pressure on you to
do something against your wishes.

I know how much your work means to
you...

~ .. and you shouldn't have to stop.
~ I'm going to have to, eventually.

In your own time.

I'm glad I married you, Mr
Wainwright.

Not as glad as I am that I married
you.

I'm leaving for the airport now.

You'll have to look after Pop.

Why can't I come with you?

Cos you can't, there's no question
of it.

You shouldn't have given that key
to that woman, Edith.

When I get back, we'll talk about
it.

So a photograph of Andrew Del Mar
from some archive is at his house.

That proves nothing.

And what exactly was Mrs Wainwright
doing at Clayton Del Mar's house?

~ Reading. ~ She was unauthorised.

She was spying on Del Mar

and could have disrupted a hugely
sensitive operation.

But she brought in that photograph,

which directly links Del Mar
in with William Knowles.

It's evidence that he had good
reason to have Knowles murdered.

We can't touch Del Mar, he's too
important to us.

And I understand
why you want Iranian oil,

and you need him to negotiate.

We have to counter the Soviet
presence in the Middle East.

It is not just about oil.

It is about British influence
in the entire region.

Del Mar can get an audience
with the Shah and we can't.

~ We have nothing on Clayton Del Mar.
~ I disagree.

During the war, the Del Mars
not only supported Hitler,

they actively contributed to
the Nazi war effort.

In 1942, one of Del Mar's ships left
Southampton

with 2,000 gallons of whisky bound
for America.

The barrels, however, didn't contain
whisky at all.

The whisky had been replaced with
tetraethyl lead.

Tetraethyl lead is an aviation fuel
additive.

Neither did the barrels ever reach
America.

They were unloaded at a stopover in
Tenerife

and reloaded onto a German vessel
bound for Hamburg,

where they were gratefully received
by the Luftwaffe.

What beggars belief is that this
tetraethyl lead -

without which the Luftwaffe couldn't
fly - was manufactured in Britain

by a subsidiary company of Global
American.

It enabled the Luftwaffe to fly
straight to Britain

to decimate London and the rest of
the country.

Have you got any proof of this?

This is the shipping order and
details of the cargo

being separated at Tenerife.

Tetraethyl lead is listed as
alcoholic spirits.

Where did you get these?

These were hidden in the office of
the IG Farben employee

who oversaw the shipment: Herman
Linz.

When he found himself on trial in
Nuremberg,

facing a probable death sentence
with other IG Farben employees,

he thought this information would be
sufficient to blackmail Del Mar

into using his influence to get him
released.

So he sent William Knowles back to
London

~ to put pressure on Del Mar? ~ Yes.
William Knowles was bribed.

~ With what? ~ We don't know.

In the end, it doesn't matter.
Del Mar had him killed.

He also arranged for Linz to die in
his cell.

I wonder how he did that.

I'll be back in a week.

~ You can't come back. ~ Is that what
you think?

They still need me, Pop, just like
you do.

I do this deal for them, I'm home
free.

And, you know, when I get back,

maybe I'm gonna change things
around this house.

Maybe I'm getting tired of having
you on my back all the time.

You think about that.

Clayton!

And this is the man you're happy to
have negotiate

British interests
in the Middle East?

Where's Del Mar now?

He's flying to Tehran later today.

Have you any idea how much it may
cost us

if this meeting does not go ahead?

Well, it's your decision.

Bring him in.

Something else you should know - my
Soviet Embassy contact's dead.

~ How? ~ NKVD.

Looks like we're not the only ones
after Del Mar.

I'll take those.

You look after Mrs Del Mar.

Driver!

Bags?

Could've parked a little
closer.

Looks like we're just a little bit
too late.

You're off, then?

Yes.

With your new passport?

William wrote to me.

He told me to get it.

Anywhere nice?

Very easy to find out.

America.

There's a new machine.

It's called a dialyser.

It can save my life.

~ Expensive. ~ Yes.

What did your husband bring back?

I can sell them in New York.

They'll pay for my treatment.

You probably know where these came
from.

Yes.

And that would be where?

Monowitz.

And you'd understand they don't
belong to you.

But if you take them from me...

.. I will die.

Will she be all right?

She'll be fine.

Thank you for coming.

What was it?

Diamonds.

Did you let her keep them?

What would you have done?

~ I think he's a half-dick. ~ How dare
you-you talk to me like...

I'm certain this attack wasn't
random. I think it was deliberate.

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

91 people killed, 28 of them
British.

Welcome to England.

He was helping people reach
Palestine.

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

A Europe without Poles and Czechs

and Sheenies and the Irish -

.. and the Gypsies and all of them!

~ What do you think you're doing?
~ Oh, come on! Freedom of speech!

What do these people want?