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What the hell do you think you're doing? You'll get yourself killed. I've told

you about this football a million times.

What ball is it?

Two prisoners down the alley! Go! Go!

No weapons to be used here!

You two, back in the truck! Guard those prisoners!

Rhythm is separated!

That's it. You two, with me.

Give up.

Stand still.

Come on.

That's it.

No, no, shoot.

Hang on, hang on. Don't shoot.

No, no, stop. Wait, wait.

We're sending you home.

We're sending you home.

This is a balls-up, isn't it, Bennett? Yes, sir.

British soldiers opening fire in an urban area.

Well, thank God hardly anyone was around.

Only one got away? Yes, sir, just the one. No sight of him since? We may have

had one sighting, sir, down on the coast, near Hastings.

Hastings?

Morris Jones, Labour Party. Very nice to meet you. And you. Thank you.

Good morning, madam. Morris Jones, Labour Party. Remember the name?

We'll need every vote on July the 5th. I wonder if I could count on your support.

Not me.

I'm with Winnie.

Right.

Morning, sir.

Morning. Morris Jones, local candidate for the Labour Party. Are you willing? I

was wondering if I could count on your support.

You know, I've been wondering the same thing. Would you care for some

literature? Sets out the need for a new start?

Well, with, um, rationing and... I think you'll find Labour has all the answers.

Huge paper shortage.

Best not, perhaps, don't you think?

Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle, I think we all owe you a vote of

gratitude.

Well, that's, uh, uncommonly decent of you, but I'm not here to be thanked.

How is the new station?

The new station is delightful, apart from the fact that I don't want to be in

it. I resigned.

I am aware of that.

It was very good of you to return after your predecessor... Died.

..in very unfortunate circumstances.

It's my experience that most deaths are unfortunate, but all that was some

considerable while ago. I'd like to know why I'm still there and where my

replacement is.

Mr Foyle, you have to understand, we have two problems.

The first is a chronic shortage of staff, particularly at a senior level.

We lost a great many men to the war and they're only just beginning to trickle

back. Finding someone to take your place will take time.

Well, you've had the time.

But there's another problem.

Put simply, you're a hard act to follow.

Can we not persuade you to think again, Foyle?

You've been remarkably successful in Hastings. Indeed, along the whole South

Coast.

You're too young to retire.

Well, retirement has nothing to do with it. I resigned. I returned temporarily

to help with what I could see was a difficult situation.

But the war is over.

I'd now like to be remarkably successful somewhere else. That might well be the

case. But right now, there is no one else.

Four weeks.

After that, no matter what, I'll be going.

I posted your letters for you, Sir Leonard, and this is the book you

wanted. I'm afraid there's still only lamb in the shop, so it's chops.

Again.

Thank you, Miss Stewart.

What do you think of this?

Hmm. It's beautiful.

It was given to me by the artist, Carol Fleischer.

I met him in Antwerp.

He died in Buchenwald.

We may have won the war, but there's still so much to be done.

I'm sorry, was he a friend of yours?

An acquaintance.

I have some letters for you to type for me, Miss Stewart.

And this afternoon, I thought we might get back to our other work.

Oh, yes?

Do you still feel uncomfortable?

No. Not really.

No need to be.

Thank you for the book.

By the way, Sir Leonard, I wanted to remind you, I'm taking the whole of

Sunday off.

Yes, that's fine.

Lunchroom one.

Right.

Nico!

I don't suppose you managed to dig up any potatoes, did you? And if there were

none in the shops?

The shops were empty?

Empty. With an E. Empty.

But yes, he was everywhere. Nothing to care for.

And why people bother.

Potatoes. They're perfect.

Do you ever think about going home, Nico?

This is my home now.

Yes, but don't you want to go back to your family?

I'm happy here.

And you, Sam?

You are happy too.

I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing stuck here.

But it's either here or Leinster, so... Lunch at one?

One? One o'clock!

That's him.

You can make me hair, champ.

Sir? Yes.

Foil.

Brigadier.

It's very, very good to see you again after all these, what is it, 27 years

and far from pleasant circumstances last time we met.

Well, you've done well for yourself.

No, congratulations, Foyle. I always knew you'd go far.

That was Florence Hastings. No, no, no.

That's why I promoted you when I had the privilege to have you under my command.

Mayor? Well, of course.

I take this is not a social visit? Oh, that was always the way, straight to the

point. But have you seen any of them, Foyle?

Lowe was here.

He was at my wedding.

Lowe?

Ian Lowe.

He was blind.

Ah, yes.

And here we are.

Just gone through the whole thing again.

You have a son?

In London, he's come through it all right.

I'm very glad.

But I won't take up your time. Well, you're quite right, of course.

I'm here on war office business. I'm looking for this man.

Ivan Spirkov.

Russian. From Georgia, originally.

Fought with the Germans against us. Captured in Normandy.

What makes you think he's here? Well, he was in Brentchurch two days ago when he

slipped out of our hands.

We believe he was heading west, and it's absolutely vital that we find him.

One escaped prisoner.

Oh, Spirkov is a troublemaker.

An agitator.

At the moment, we have more than 1,200 Russian POWs in England.

They all fought on the German side.

And some of them, well, to describe them as animals, wouldn't be putting it too

strongly.

Did you hear what happened in the village of Saint-Donat?

June the 15th, last year.

German reprisal against the resistance. They sent the Russians in.

It was a bloodbath.

53 women raped, and all the rest of it. This man was there?

Oh, no, no, no. I just want you to understand what these people roused are

capable of.

We're trying to get them out of the country quietly, peacefully.

And he's determined to whip them up against us.

I'm not quite sure how I... No, I came to you, Foyle, because you know this

area. You can find him, if he's still here, which I have every reason to

believe he is. We had no money, nowhere else to go.

But more to the point...

I can trust you to keep it under your hat.

Report to me directly.

We don't want to scare the local populace.

Sir, might I ask you to use your men, your resources?

Of course.

Good man.

I knew I could count on you. Well, you can contact me at the War Office.

Please let me know as soon as you have any news.

And it would be good to have a proper chat one day.

Ivan? What have you done? I need your help.

Why? What happened?

I'm in danger.

I'm in danger.

What are you talking about? Nikolai, listen to me.

You need to run away from here.

You need to go to London. To the Russian house.

What Russian house?

I'm going there.

I need food. I need money.

I don't have money.

Let me make you some more tea.

No, I'm all right, thank you.

I have to be on my way.

You never talk about your work.

There's not much to tell. Go on. I'm interested.

Well, we had a school broken into last week.

Staff lost two months' tea money.

And there's been a couple of late-night smash and grabs.

You shouldn't turn off the streetlights.

It saves fuel.

Sometimes I think I'm just killing time.

You're missing Hastings.

No. No, I'm not.

I like being here with you. I like Brighton.

And it was time to move.

You'll wait and see.

What?

Things are going to change, Edie.

There are ex-servicemen pouring back into the country.

Guns everywhere.

And what with all these shortages.

You want to prove yourself.

I want to show that I can manage.

Without Mr. Foyle.

Tom Joe Am I glad to see you come in

So,

how was it bloody shambles

all of it start to finish you want to talk about it

You're well out of it, Joe, believe me.

I wanted to be where you were, Tom.

I'd have given anything.

Wow.

You were the one who inherited Dad's flat feet.

And you were the one that got all the gongs.

Oh, yeah.

Africa star, Italy star.

Got them for showing up. And what did I get?

Four years wet-nursing a bunch of Jerrys.

What were they like?

I weren't too bad.

A bit surly, some of them.

But good workers.

We had a bunch of them draining the land up at Ted Walker's place.

Oh, Ted.

That's how many he's stealing the land that I live in.

So what are you going to do, Tom, now that you're back?

I hoped you'd put me up for a bit. Of course. You're welcome.

Are you going to see Mum and Dad?

Meantime.

I've got to find work.

Any thoughts?

Yeah, I thought I'd see Spencer Jones.

So Leonard, you know, can give me my old job back.

You sure about that, Tom?

What do you mean?

Well, things have changed.

The water's gone under the bridge since you went away.

He'll see me, all right.

He promised.

I'll see him tomorrow.

And now?

Bit of shut-eye.

I'm knackered.

I'll leave you to it.

It's good to see you, Tom.

Could it be back?

I was wondering when they'd send in a senior officer, sir. Well, sorry to

disappoint. I haven't been sent in.

Someone ought to have an inquiry.

You can't have a shootout in a civilian population.

It's like the Wild West.

Nico?

Have you been into the kitchen since lunchtime?

No, Miss Stewart.

Well, someone has.

Nico, I hate having to ask you this.

You know the tin where I keep the housekeeping?

I didn't take it.

But you know it's been taken.

Do you know who took it?

You have to help me.

They're going to take me away.

What do you mean?

I don't know what you're going on about, but you can't just help yourself to the

housekeeping.

Who took it?

A friend.

I met him in camp.

He has gone to the Russian house.

He told me I have to go there too.

What Russian house?

In London.

He says it's where I will be safe.

They tell me I have to go there, too.

They tell me they come for me. They take me.

Nico, listen to me.

Trust me.

Nobody's going to take you anywhere, I promise you. I won't let them.

There was five pounds in that tin. You can't just give it away.

We're going to have to tell Sir Leonard.

So there were two of them. That's power, sir.

What happened to them? I heard they headed off towards the old void hut.

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

You from the papers, then?

No. Why would you ask that?

I thought I might have read something sometime, but there's been nothing.

Because I saw it, you know.

Did you?

I was down there.

Two Russians escaped from a convoy, as far as I understand it. Two of them, you

say? No, I only saw one. Well, so.

It was a truck, you see.

There was a truck following him. And the whole squad of soldiers, one of them

called out to him. The buff, it's over.

He wasn't having any of it. He just stood there for a minute.

And then he did it.

He did what?

He jumped.

So he killed himself, is that what you're saying?

In broad daylight.

Threw himself off the edge.

Roski, you say?

So I believe.

Well, he's a dead Roski now, poor sod.

Why do you think he'd do a thing like that?

Good question.

Dressed up to the nines.

You look alright.

You really want this job, don't you?

I've got to get back to work.

There's not much else around.

You should go back in the army.

You've got to be kidding.

How much longer are you going to cave out this monarchy?

Search me.

I've still got Jerry's, Rusky's and even a few eye ties.

They've all got to go home.

Then maybe I can pack it in too.

How are we going?

You want some toast?

Er, no.

Good luck, Tom.

I shouldn't need that, should I?

Who was this man?

Ivan. I meet him in the camp.

Met him?

Yes. They were prisoners together?

Before they released me.

before I come here.

It was quite wrong of you to give him the money. I hope you understand that.

The money wasn't yours to give.

But this talk of you being forced to do anything against your will is arrant

nonsense.

The war is over.

You're a citizen of an Allied country under Home Office jurisdiction, and I

see absolutely no reason why you shouldn't be allowed to stay here as a

residential alien.

They can't force him to go home.

I want to stay here.

Well, I've been in touch with the man at the home office. I'll write to him again

and get this whole business sorted out.

I'm not without influence.

And I've also written to Walter Hardiman, my solicitor. And I can assure

you we're not going to let this go.

Thank you, Sir Leonard.

You are very kind.

You and me, Stuart.

You have been very kind to me.

I'm not expecting anyone.

I'll see who it is, Sir Leonard.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Tom.

But you promised.

That was six years ago.

I said I would do what I could.

You said you'd keep my job open for me.

Any time, you said.

I went to war.

And I'm very glad to see you back again.

I'll of course do what I can for you. You lied to me.

You'll do nothing.

Mr. Foyle.

Now, there's someone I haven't seen for a long time.

You want a drink?

Thank you. I've heard about the coffee.

It's the best coffee in Hastings.

The only coffee that tastes of coffee.

It's good to see you opening it.

We should never have closed.

No aliens allowed in Hastings during the war.

So, who are you looking for? I probably haven't seen him.

What's he done?

Well, nothing as far as we know. We just like to talk to him.

And what makes you think he'd come here?

Well, doesn't everybody, sooner or later? Certainly used to.

Yes, maybe.

But not him. I haven't seen him.

If he's done nothing, why do you want to talk to him?

Well, he may be in trouble.

There are a great many Russians in this country.

POWs. They could all be in trouble.

Meaning?

There are rumors.

Joseph Stalin wants them back.

And he will not welcome them with open arms.

So they're frightened?

There is a saying, you may have heard it, the dog knows what happens to him

when he steals the bacon.

Until now, the British government has protected them, but it is possible that

that protection will be withdrawn.

Well, his name's Spiakov, if you've felt able to ask around.

I can try.

But I must tell you, Mr. Foyle, right now people are not talking, not to me.

And when they talk to each other, they whisper.

Do it again.

Of course.

I speak English here only, my friend.

It is out of politeness to the country that has been such a generous host.

Thank you.

Yes,

I speak English.

Then yes, I'm Duveen.

Sit down.

Some tea for our guests.

So... Have you come far?

I was in the south, near the sea.

I was in a camp. Me and a friend of mine escaped.

Why did you come here?

I have heard many people speaking about the Russian house.

They said it is somewhere I would be safe.

The police are looking for you?

Maybe. The police, the army.

But what is it you think we can do for you?

I need money.

I need somewhere to hide.

You do not wish to return to Mother Russia?

No.

Why?

Because I know what happened in Odessa.

The ship called the Almanzora.

You cannot stay here.

I have no room for you. And if the British authorities come looking for

you... I have nowhere to go!

We can arrange somewhere for you to stay.

Don't worry. Food and money.

Who else have you told about this thing?

There is no need to tell.

They all know.

You should not stay here.

We will arrange for you to be taken somewhere safe.

Do you mind waiting here?

No, Sir Leonard.

I'm used to it.

Very good to see you, Leonard. Sherry. No, thank you.

You got my letter?

Yes.

This young Russian, Nikolai... Vladchenko.

How did you actually come across him?

He was in a camp near Brighton.

Then he was assigned a work detail and he ended up working in my grounds.

I took a liking to him and offered him a room. He's been there ever since.

Well, I think it's more than commendable, your desire to help him,

but I must say your letter did surprise me.

To adopt him? Why not?

He wants to stay in this country.

Doesn't he have parents of his own?

They're quite probably dead.

Anyway, he'll never see them again.

But you have a son. Morris and I are no longer on speaking terms.

Even so? Morris has got nothing to do with this.

Leonard, forgive me.

I've known you for many, many years, and I know how headstrong you can be, but

Morris isn't a bad chap. To fall out over a political difference, does it

really matter so much?

It matters to me.

Everything we've fought for for the last six years, I'm not going to stand back

and watch it being thrown away by a government that will bring this country

to its knees.

Do you really think that? You don't.

You can't just cut Morris out of your life.

Let me stop you right there, Walter.

I came to talk about Nikolai, not Maurice.

And if you won't do what I want, let me make myself quite clear. I'll find a

solicitor that will.

Cut Maurice out of your will. Make out everything to this... All right.

If you're absolutely insistent. How long will it take?

A few days.

Thank you.

But I really think you're making a... That's enough.

He's really made up his mind.

I'm sorry, Morris.

I did try.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

He's seen her.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning. How are you?

Very well.

How are you getting on at, um... Salinas.

Takes a bit of getting used to.

They're keeping you busy, eh?

I'll say.

And the cook, the housekeeper, the secretary, the driver, and more besides.

How about you? How's Brookie?

Well, he just left to go back up to London.

Did he? That's a shame.

How's the new office?

Trying to avoid it as much as possible.

And they won't let you leave?

Well, working on it.

Sir,

good to see you.

Milner, good to see you too.

How lovely to see you. And you.

She's adorable.

She's wonderful. And I'm just so pleased to think of her growing up in a world

that warm.

I hope you'll join us for a drink afterwards, Mr. Poyle.

We managed to hold on to a few bottles of Empire sherry.

And we have a cake.

I'll be glad to.

Cardboard icing.

Well, there's no icing, but the cake's real.

As we gather here today for the christening of Clementine Elizabeth

Milner, it seems an appropriate moment to remember the sacrifices that have

been made, and the many, many lives that have been lost.

At times, it may have seemed almost purposeless.

And yet now, here is a little girl who will be able to grow up in peace and

security, free of the great evil that has...

gripped the world over the past six years.

Will you pray for Clementine and by your own good example draw her into the

family of Christ?

We will.

Will you support her as she walks in the way of Christ?

Sir, we've found him.

Good. We encourage her to take her rightful place within the light of

Christ's church.

In the name

of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost.

Perkins. The name's Sir Leonard Spencer Jones, sir. Mean anything to you? No.

Apparently he's an artist.

Can't say I'd ever heard of him either.

Not that he'd be doing any more painting. Shot in the chest at close

range. Who found him? He's got a housekeeper, sort of secretary.

Name of Stuart.

Stuart?

I can't believe it's you, Milner.

I suppose I should call you Detective Inspector Milner now.

Do you have any idea what happened?

No. I don't know what happened. I had the day off.

As you know, for the christening.

I spent the night in Hastings. When I came back this morning, he was just

lying there.

And then I realised he'd been... Well, you know.

Then called you.

At least I called the police.

I never thought it would be you who'd show up.

It's been like old times.

Not really, Sam.

No. I suppose not. The windows were open.

The French windows, yes.

The whole place was in a bit of a state.

About like it is now.

Could have been a break-in, sir.

Is he your new driver?

Sam.

It could have been a break-in.

I'd look round and there's definitely one or two things missing.

His wallet's gone from the desk by the front door.

Sir Leonard always kept it in there.

And the paintings.

His paintings.

What? Are they not valuable?

I suppose so.

They're back through here.

Are they?

It doesn't look as though anyone's touched anything.

I've heard you always kept the place in a bit of a mess.

We'll need to take an inventory to see if there's anything missing.

Is that really necessary?

Yes.

I might have a list somewhere.

No, it's all right.

Sam?

Do you know if anyone had a grudge against Sir Leonard?

Do you mean, did he have any enemies?

Well, as a matter of fact, there was one.

And I'm afraid it was rather my fault.

Who's that?

His name is Tom Bradley.

What are we going to do?

We?

We've got to go to the police. We don't have to do anything, Tom. What

difference does it make?

He's dead.

A lot of people are dead.

Millions of them. He's just one more.

I should never come back to that bloody house. Just keep quiet about it.

Nobody knows anything. Nobody's going to find out.

How can you be so sure?

It'll be all right, Juan. Trust me. It'll be all right.

Did he actually make any threats?

Uh, no. Not that I heard.

I noticed Leonard was very upset.

And actually, I didn't feel too good for myself.

You've done him out of a job.

Well, Niko and I, yes.

Niko?

Oh, I was going to tell you about him.

Nikolai Valchenko.

He's Russian.

Well, I think I could have worked that one out. Who is he?

He's been working here on the gardens and the grounds.

He's an ex-prisoner.

The Americans caught him in Normandy and handed him over to us.

And do you know where he is?

He should be here.

I can't understand it.

It seems that I can help you, Mr. Foyle, although I wonder if I should.

Why would that be?

It is a strange thing, you know, the end of the war.

Everyone thinks that everything is going to be all right. The good people won.

Never as simple as that, is it?

I never thought so, but now I know it.

I start asking questions for you.

It brings nothing but trouble.

I shouldn't even be seeing you.

I noticed I didn't get invited for coffee.

Ivan Spiakov.

I may have an idea where you can find him.

There were three of them in the camp together.

Ivan Spiakov, Anton Walischkin, and the youngest, a boy called Nikolai

Vladchenko.

The boy, Nikolai, was released early. He was only 16 at the time.

He was sent to a place near Brighton, a house called Redwood Lodge.

If you are looking for Spiakov, it is possible you will find him there.

So you've heard.

I don't believe it.

Somebody shot him.

Somebody.

You don't think I had anything to do with it, do you?

Your father was my friend, Morris.

I knew him for many, many years.

Of course, what happened between you...

I thought it was wrong. You think I did it?

Why? Because we didn't share the same politics.

Not politics, no.

I should never have told you what he was planning.

He came here in confidence.

Cut me off without a penny and put a Russian gardener in my place. Yes, I had

gathered that.

I broke his trust.

Now he's dead.

Funny.

That goes.

Chief Superintendent, can I ask what you're doing here?

Oh I was about to ask you the same thing.

I'm afraid there's been a murder.

Is Sam here? Sam is inside.

She was the one who found the body.

If you came to see her, I'm afraid that won't be possible right now.

Well, no, I'm here to see Sir Leonard Spencer-Jones.

That won't be possible either.

I beg your pardon?

He's the one who's dead.

Sorry, you're... Detective Constable Perkins.

In my day, a detective constable wouldn't dream of addressing a chief

superintendent without permission, certainly not without calling him sir.

That's all right, Perkins.

Sir, can I ask why you wanted to see Sir Leonard?

I should remind you that this matter is in my jurisdiction, and if you have any

information... I don't need reminding, and I've no interest in this or any

other matter within your jurisdiction. I'm simply here for information

regarding a missing Russian.

Nikolai Vlatchenko.

We want to talk to him, too.

See a suspect?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

It's too early to say.

I've only just finished talking to Sam.

I've just taken her statement.

Well, if she's just found her employer dead it sounds as if she needs a bit of

support so I'll be going in there Yes, follow me

Where's

miss Stewart in the studio sir This

way sir

Those are the more recent ones.

He was sending them to the academy.

Sam?

I was just helping with the inventory.

I'm sure there's no need to list everything.

Mr Poyle!

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm not here because of this.

Just a question of two incidents coinciding.

Another murder? No, no, no, no. No, it's...

Sir, I need to know why you want to see Nikolai Vladchenko.

Well, if you need to know, Milner, you only need to ask.

And you're right, it's not Vladchenko I'm here to see. It's a friend of his,

another Russian, who, as far as I'm aware at the moment, has nothing to do

with any of this.

Well, if he came here, he could be a suspect.

I'm not at all sure he came here.

Niko's friend, he did come here.

There was some money taken.

He came and then he left.

Niko told me about him.

I never saw him, but his name was... Ivan Spirkov.

Answers my question.

Mine too.

Sir.

Interesting work.

I'd been working for him for a couple of weeks.

And I liked him. He was very civilised.

And then one day he started talking about his work and he asked me if I'd

like to pose for him.

Mm-hm. He was... Going to put the sketches towards a piece that was going

for the Royal Academy.

Oh, right.

And me, without a stitch on.

Can you imagine what my father would have said?

I mean, I did ask him not to.

But he said it was going to be one of his best works, and I ought not to be

ashamed about it.

I was actually quite worried about it.

Well, don't be.

I felt so shabby, I suppose.

It's not going to happen now, is it?

No.

I hope not.

Shouldn't mention any of this to Milner.

Why not?

I don't want to put ideas into his head, but you've got a very good motive for

wanting to put a bullet into this chap.

You're right.

Well, no, of course you didn't, but... Did you?

No. Of course not.

Just joking.

He's not the same, is he, sir, Milner?

He was... Pretty unfriendly to me.

He's already decided Nico did it. It's just completely unfair.

How well do you know him?

Very well. He's sweet.

He's only 17.

Oh, I like him.

Any idea where he is?

If I tell you, could I come with you? It's just that Nico is so frightened and

I promised him I'd stand by him.

This other Russian.

He was here a couple of days before this happened.

He was the one who took the housekeeping money. I never met him.

But Nico knew where he was going.

It was called the Russian House.

In London.

I could drive you.

I could drive you?

Gentlemen, this situation is completely... I have to say, I'm almost

lost for words.

You are all aware, I imagine, of what is at stake here.

We're meant to be operating in the utmost secrecy, yet here, just days

apart and a few miles from each other, we have two situations, two intolerable

situations!

Bennett.

Ivan Spiakov is now under close guard, sir. On the way to Liverpool where he'll

be on the first ship out. And what flag do we have from this Brentchurch escape?

Well, there were witnesses, of course. But nobody was hurt, apart from the one

Russian. And we have managed to keep a lid on it. And this business of Sir

Leonard Spencer Jones, are we going to keep a lid on that? We're taking the

necessary steps.

The necessary steps would be to have the idiots involved transfer to the Outer

Hebrides.

And what about this boy, Vladchenko?

I have Sir Leonard's letter here.

Obviously we want to talk to him, but at the moment he's on the run and we have

no idea where he is.

He's left Brighton. The police are looking for him. Let's hope we find him

before they do.

We're sitting on a time bomb here, gentlemen.

Sir Leonard Spencer Jones isn't just anybody.

We have here a hugely respected establishment figure who's been shot

dead in his own home.

I want a daily report on your progress and I want this boy Vladchenko found.

That is all.

Right. I must go.

You didn't say a word to me last night.

And you hardly said anything over breakfast. What is it, Paul?

Nothing. Tell me.

It's this case.

The murder?

I thought that was what you wanted.

Something to get your teeth into.

This man, Spencer Jones, wasn't he quite important?

He was very important.

Well, when you find out who did it, won't that stand you in good stead?

I think I know who did it. He had a Russian living with him, an ex-prisoner.

And he was the one?

Well, he's run away.

Money and other things were stolen from the house.

And a witness saw him taking a train from Brighton Station, so it looks

fairly cut and dried.

So what are you worrying about?

Mr Foyle is involved.

He was at the house. But that's good, isn't it?

I worked with him for five years, and I know what I owe him. But this time, I

wanted to do this on my own. Well, it's your case.

Why don't you just ask him to go away?

I already have. That's what worries me.

I think I may have been... What?

Look, what does it matter, Paul?

As long as you make the arrest.

Are you sure it was this Russian?

I wish I was.

Morning. Paul, you're in charge now.

You go up there and do it your way.

This is very kind of you, sir, letting me come with you. Well, least I can do

in the circumstances.

So you don't have a driver now?

That's right. After you left, I thought it was about time, you know.

And I'm not going to be there much longer anyway.

Then what?

I might go to America.

America? Unfinished business.

They drive on the other side of the road there.

They do.

Might need some help with that.

The truth about the upper classes in this country is they're only interested

in one thing, themselves.

As far as they're concerned, nothing has changed, and that's the way they like

it. They're selfish.

Now, forget Winston Churchill, because let me tell you, now the war is over, he

is no longer of any use to you. We have to kick the Tories out, all of them, new

thinking, new industry, a new beginning. Ladies and gentlemen, the war is over.

the peace excuse me mr jones i wonder if i might have a word how can i help you

i'm a police officer detective inspector melbourne i suppose this is about my

father yes follow me sheila i'll be a few minutes

I take it that was deliberate, trying to embarrass me in the middle of a

political meeting?

Not at all, sir. I wonder.

Your father was murdered, shot dead.

I would have thought you would have a vested interest in seeing his killer

brought to justice.

Unless, of course, I was his killer.

I assume, I'm a suspect.

When did you last see him, Rosa?

Oh, at Quent.

Very Agatha Christie.

I went to his house on the day he was killed.

Yes.

I thought that would surprise you.

I didn't go in. In the end, I couldn't be bothered.

You'd had a big falling out.

But I was informed.

My father was a reactionary. He didn't understand that though the war is over,

another war has begun.

A war against unemployment, poverty, ill health.

He didn't agree with your politics.

We're part of a company.

I even changed my name.

Well, dropped part of it. I didn't want anything more to do with him.

Your father was a very wealthy man.

I'm not interested in his money.

Mr. Jones?

What can you tell me about a Russian handyman, a gardener, who was living at

Redwood Lodge?

Nikolai... Vladchenko. I don't want to talk about it.

Why is that?

The whole thing was ridiculous.

I like the Russians. God knows what they've been through in the last four

years. The idea that my father could actually adopt him... Your father was

considering adoption?

Yes.

Mr. Jones, you had no contact with your father, so how did you know?

Did you find out anything about the Russian house?

Well, the Russian house is a sort of safe house, a sanctuary for white

Russians in London.

White Russians?

Well, white Russians are loyal to the old Tsar and believe Stalin took the

country from them. Red Russians are communists and loyal to Stalin.

But Niko was caught fighting for the Germans.

Well, I'd imagine that's because he's a white Russian and in which case he'd be

pleased to be fighting against Stalin.

Stalin was on our side, too.

He was fighting against us, too.

Which is why he was a prisoner of war.

It's all very confusing.

But I just know he didn't kill anyone.

I hope you're right.

Mr.

Foyle?

Sir?

Foyle. Come in. I'm glad to see you. I'm afraid I owe you an apology. I've rather

wasted your time, but it's all turned out well.

Spearcoff is in our hands once again.

Oh.

Well, I'm very pleased to hear it. Where'd you find him? He was here in

London, traveled up from Hastings. Don't know where he got the money.

Staying in a place called the Albion Crescent Hotel.

Now, we had a tip-off from one of the staff.

Moved in and arrested him while he was still in bed.

Now, perhaps I shouldn't have got you involved, but I can't tell you how

important it was. I take it that's why you're here. Abduce it, then.

Yes, that's right.

Wasted journey, I'm afraid. All done and dusted.

Well, not quite as easy as that.

Oh? Well, your man may well have got his money from the home of an artist, Sir

Leonard Spencer Jones, who, I'm sorry to have to tell you, has been found dead.

Yes, I think I read something in the papers. What was it, a heart attack?

Oh, you might say that. He was shot in the chest.

And this happened in Hastings?

A little further down the coast, near Brighton.

Is that within your jurisdiction?

Well, I mean it by business.

I'm not sure there's much you can do.

Spearcoff's in Liverpool.

He may already be on his way home.

Well, there's a second Russian, it seems, and we're now looking for him.

And you think he's in London? It's possible.

be able to help you find him? As you can imagine, I have plenty of resources

here. Do you have a name?

Nikolai Vladchenko.

Nikolai Vladchenko. Well, I can ask.

Where are you staying tonight?

Not altogether sure. I'll find somewhere.

Well, you must use my room at the Auxiliary Club.

Not strictly club rules, but mum's the word.

On Pall Mall, do you know?

Yes, I do.

Oh, we should have dinner together. Let's meet, say, 8 o'clock.

Thank you.

They could have a proper chinwag.

Back.

Have you seen his file, sir? I don't need his file, Bennett. I was his

commanding officer for 11 months during the last show. The security services

don't like him.

He's crossed swords with them on two separate occasions. In the line of duty?

Beyond the line of duty.

He's not an easy man to control.

What are you suggesting?

You will remember, sir, I was opposed to the idea of him being approached in the

first place.

Covering your back, Bennet.

This is the one.

So, I'm to find out everything I can about Ivan Spierkov. Who arrested him,

when and how.

That's right.

Let's hope he leaves us to Niko.

Good luck.

Goodbye, Mr Evans.

I hope you enjoyed your meal. Thank you, Miss Charlotte.

Diabolical liberty.

It's the second time he's been in this month, and he's done every hotel in the

area.

Who is he? Ministry of Food. He's an inspector.

Excuse me.

Come to check that we don't charge more than five bob and only one protein, of

course. As if there's enough protein in London to keep a dog smiling.

And who pays for Mr Evans?

Entertaining himself day in and day out? You and me. That's who.

I'd like a room.

I didn't think you were here for the plumbing, love, although, Lord knows,

it'd be nice to see it sorted.

Can I have your identity card?

Yes, of course.

Have you finished with that, Mr Wayne, right? Right.

Here you are. I'll need your ration book if you plan on staying more than a few

days. Oh, I don't think I'll be here that long.

I'll get your key.

You're from Hastings?

I'm sorry?

I couldn't help noticing your address.

That's a coincidence. I've just driven up from there.

i took the train room five first floor stairs down there no smoking in the

bedroom and no women visitors after six o'clock right i'll be seeing you i

expect so i have a room at the back five shillings a night cash in advance yes

detective inspector i do know maurice jones he lives here there's a coach

house around the back i rented to him when he fell out with his father there

was nowhere else for him to go

You also kept him informed of his father's private affairs.

No.

I would have thought Morris was perfectly able to surmise for himself

what was going on.

You never discussed it, then?

What? The changed will. The adoption.

It may be... with the proximity... Look, everyone knew about this

Russian character, and I must say some people thought it was very strange.

And you?

I knew Leonard...

For 30 years.

And his late wife.

I've known Maurice since he was a baby.

And what happened, this great chasm that came between them, and all because of

politics, I thought it was wrong.

There's a chance that Maurice Jones will become an MP.

And good luck to him, Mr Milner, that's what I say.

The whole world's about to change, all of it.

And you, me, all the old values, we're going to be swept away.

Morris Jones did not kill his father.

It's nonsense to suggest it. I don't even know why you're here asking me all

these questions. You're wasting your time.

Mind if I join you?

I'm whacked.

Sam Stewart.

I'm Madame Wainwright.

I saw.

When you were signing in.

So how long are you staying here?

I want to get out as soon as possible.

I have a hotel myself.

Well, a guest house, anyway.

Hill House.

Do you know it? It's up on Highcliffe Street.

I know the area, but I never noticed a guest house.

Nor do many of the guests. That's half the trouble.

Why are you here?

In London.

I've come up to see the War Damage Commission.

They're in Piccadilly.

Had a bomb go through the roof.

Luckily it didn't go off, but I've been trying to get a grant for repairs.

What's the problem?

Everything is. They want to see all the accounts and the building certificates.

I suppose you fancy dinner?

You're a bit fresh.

Oh, not really. I just... I'm on my own and I assume you are too.

It'd be nice to have someone to talk to.

So, what do you say?

I'm here with someone.

Married? No, no.

We're working together.

Yes, yes, I'd love to.

Maybe.

Let's see. Perhaps.

Right.

Mr. Foyle.

Welcome.

Allow me to present myself.

My name is Devine.

How do you do?

This is my house.

My colleague and associate, Alexander Anikov.

What can I offer you?

Some tea?

I won't, thank you.

Some caviar.

It is a great Russian delicacy which perhaps you have not developed a taste

for. You might well be right.

So, how much is your service, Mr. Foyle?

Please have a seat.

No, I won't keep you a moment.

We're looking for a young Russian Nikolai Vladchenko.

Nikolai? It's a good name.

It is the name of the last Tsar murdered by the Bolshevik scum who have taken

over our country.

And the family name, you said?

Vladchenko.

Alex?

I do not know the name.

When did he come up to London?

Just a few days ago, I believe, there's also a friend of his, Ivan Spiakov. Does

that mean anything?

Spiakov?

Do you have any idea where he is?

We know exactly where he is. He's under arrest.

Arrest?

Hmm.

Neither of these men were here.

You're quite sure of that?

Have we given you any reason to doubt us?

Since you mention it, Vladchenko had nowhere else to go in London.

Spiakov told him specifically to come here, and it'd be interesting to know,

since you've no idea where I've come from, why he'd have had to have come up

to London.

I beg your pardon?

He just asked me when he came up to London.

Doesn't everybody come up to London?

Well, some people come down to London.

An awful lot of other people are already here.

I do not think I have anything to add to what I have already said.

I'm sorry, Mr. Foyle.

Thank you for your time.

There you are. Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm sorry to be a nuisance, but I'm afraid there's no light bulb in

my bathroom.

That'll be a shilling.

I'm sorry?

For the light bulb.

Isn't it included in the room? If it was included in the room, you wouldn't be

asking. It's a shilling deposit, dear. When you leave, you give him back the

light bulb, I'll give you back the shilling.

You haven't had any Russians staying here, have you?

Why do you ask that?

I'm looking for a man called Ivan Spiakov.

You know him?

Sort of. He's a friend of a friend.

He was here for one night. He was taken away under arrest.

Oh? I didn't know anything about it and I don't want to. The soldiers came and

took him and that was the end of it. I knew it was a mistake having him here in

the first place.

I'm afraid I haven't got a shilling.

Here, let me stand you. I've got a bob.

You ready to go?

I'm certainly hungry.

We'll collect the bob when we come back.

What do you fancy?

For dinner?

Roast beef, sherry trifle, champagne.

I'm not going to get it, am I?

There's a four and six dinner at Clacey's.

Soup, fish and chips, tinned fruit.

Perfect.

So what are you doing in London?

You said you went on your own.

I'm here with a man called Mr Foyle.

He's a policeman.

I used to work for him.

And why is he here?

It's complicated, but somebody got murdered.

An artist, quite a well-known one.

It's all tied in with these Russians.

I'd have thought after six years of war, everyone would have had enough of

killing each other.

What did you do during the war?

I'm afraid I never shot at anyone.

I feel a bit guilty that nobody ever took a shot at me.

I did want to fight. I tried to join the army, but I'd just come out of

university. Cambridge.

And they said they had other uses for me.

Don't tell me.

You were in intelligence.

I'm not allowed to tell you.

But yes.

I was in intelligence.

Well, sort of.

I spent the war in a place called Bletchley. It was cold and horrible, and

the beds were even worse than Mrs.

Howard's. But I think we did a good job.

So how did you come to her guesthouse?

It was my aunt's, but she died.

Blitched? No, no, it was a boating accident.

I was always her favourite, so she left it to me in her will.

When I left Bletchley, I had nothing to do with myself, so I thought I'd give it

a try.

God, I must be mad.

Why is that?

Well, there's this business with the roof. My receptionist has just run off

with a yank, and all the cleaners have stopped work since her husband's come

home. What a bit of a mess, if you want the truth.

Ah, there we are.

This is the place.

Oh.

Oh, it says the fish is off.

In what sense, I wonder?

Soup and chips?

Sounds delicious.

Passion, Dale.

What a bloody mess.

Did you ever think of it?

Not if I can help it.

I always knew the Hun would be back.

Versailles was a mistake. It was a humiliation, and they never forgave us

for it.

So, um, how's the room?

Comfortable?

Very. Thank you.

I more or less lived here from the time of the Blitz.

Never knew when you were going to need a clean bed.

Well, it's been good catching up with you four.

Married, a son, the police.

Well, that's about it.

Oh, thank you.

Well, when it was all over, I went back to the family estate, farming in Kent.

Then in March 39, when Hitler walked into Prague, I reported back for duty.

I ended up at the war office, as you know.

Ordinance and equipment.

Not the most thrilling field of activity, but I was glad to do my bit.

Of course, people think the war's over, but it isn't.

Quite apart from the Japs.

The whole of Europe is a gigantic mass, hundreds of thousands of displaced

persons wandering all over the shop.

Then there's the British zone and Germany.

Millions more depending on us. No butter, no fat.

Winter will be on us soon enough.

It'd be a miracle if half of them don't starve to death.

This is your responsibility.

Not my department.

Yet you still take a personal interest in a single fugitive in Hastings.

Forget about him. I have.

I asked you to help me find him. We did find him.

There's an end of it.

You always were a bit bolshie, Foyle.

That's why I knew you'd make a good officer.

But, uh, this time, um...

Let me give you some advice.

What's that?

There are things happening.

The bigger picture.

It's good to have met up with you. Good to have been able to dine together. But

you should go back to Hastings. Leave well alone.

Well, I'm not sure that's possible now.

Why ever not?

This has nothing to do with you.

Well, it didn't until you asked me to become involved, and since then there's

been a shooting in the street, a suicide, a murder, and there are a lot

of frightened people.

You're a police officer weeks away from retirement.

Go back to Hastings.

Forget this ever happened.

Your driver is here, sir. Oh, thank you.

Well, then, shall we?

Thank you, John. Good night, sir. See you again.

By the way, do you know you have a file with MI5?

Do I really?

I'm told they have you down as a troublemaker.

I wouldn't stay in London if I were you.

I wouldn't go back to the Russian house.

If you do, I may not be able to protect you from the consequences.

Do I still have the room?

Just for tonight.

Thanks for dinner.

We have a problem.

We may have the same problem, Mr. Bennett. Where is Nikolai Vladchenko?

He's safe.

So he's staying with you?

After what happened to Spiako, it seems the best place.

I'm afraid you'll have to hand him over, Monsieur Trevine. He has to be got out

of the country at once.

You are making life difficult for me, Mr. Bennett. Right now, life is

difficult for all of us.

Do you think a single provincial policeman...

can be a threat. Don't underestimate him, Monsieur Duveen.

He has a history when it comes to these things.

Wilson was mad to go to him in the first place, knowing the sort of man he was.

But too much has happened and now it's too late.

We can't control him. We can't ask him to keep quiet.

So, what can I do?

Very well.

It will be done.

Good night, Mr. Pitt.

Good night, Mr. Trevine.

Morning, sir. Any luck?

Ready. Ready, ready.

Good morning. Do you have a back way out of the hotel?

Depends why you're asking.

Oh, well, somebody out there I'd rather not tell. Am I following you?

Could be. I don't want any more trouble here. No, there won't be any trouble.

It'll just help if it's a back way.

Turn right, down the stairs.

Thank you.

Do you really think they'd send someone after you, sir?

Well, you can never be too sure.

Why? Why would they do that?

Well, very good question.

No.

No.

Here we go.

Back to plan A, I think.

Sam?

My God, Adam!

No,

not the car.

This is a really good idea, isn't it?

I'm sorry, sir.

It's the fort.

Don't you worry, love. He's going to pull through. He hasn't paid for the

room.

That's his coat.

All right?

I think he's going to be all right.

Are you going to be all right?

Sorry you couldn't vote on all this.

Who was that man who shot?

Do you know why he was sent to kill you?

You've got a pretty good idea.

Let me tell you something about the Russians in your country, Mr. Foyle.

They are even now being rounded up and sent home against their will.

Your Mr. Churchill and Mr. Eden reached an agreement with Comrade Stalin at

Yalta. I don't understand.

What will happen to them when they get there?

On the 18th April of this year.

The troop transport called the Almanzora docked at Odessa.

It carried Russians who had been repatriated from camps in Yorkshire.

The people of Yorkshire had given them food and clothes for the journey.

The moment they disembarked, they were taken to a shed on the quay and machine

-gunned.

But why?

Because they fought with Germans against Stalin.

And now he wants his revenge.

But the news of what happened at Odessa has begun to leak out.

Within the Russian community there are those who know what will happen to them

when they return.

And they'll do anything to remain in this country.

Anything to avoid being sent back.

You have to understand that this is happening in secret.

And that there are people even within the British authorities who will do

anything to keep it that way.

It is, I think, a scandal that could tear your government apart if it became

known.

And it is perhaps for this reason that you had to be silenced.

Well, the Russian safe house doesn't appear to be very safe after all. That

has been my concern for many months.

Might that have anything to do with Devine?

Monsieur Devine is a traitor.

He's working for the communists.

Last night he talked with the men who tried to kill you.

Do you really have no idea who that man was?

It is possible that he is a member of Smiersh.

Smiersh Spionam.

It means death to spies.

Russian counterintelligence.

I'm afraid it is now too late to ask.

I will advise you to leave London now, Mr. Foyle.

It is quieter, I think, on the coast.

What about Nikolai? How are we going to find him?

Sorry.

I cannot help.

So, you went to see Sir Leonard.

Who told you that? Is it true?

Yes.

But I didn't kill him.

You argued.

Not to have people argue.

I used to work for him.

I worked for him for two years.

Then I went away to fight.

You were in Africa?

A lot of places.

And you came back and you wanted a job? I wanted my job.

The job he promised would be waiting for me when I got home. Was that too much to

ask?

Did you threaten him? I may have.

I was angry.

I don't remember.

Are you leaving Brighton?

There's no crime in that, is there?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stay until this is sorted out.

How's that going to be?

I don't know.

You know, when I was out there, fighting with Jerrys, there was only one

thing I could think about.

Home.

Coming back.

And now I'm back.

There's nothing here for me, is there?

What's it all about?

That's what I want to know.

No food in the shops.

No dancing in the streets.

It's like people have already forgotten.

That was a bloody point.

Hello.

Hello.

I brought you some bananas.

Bananas? I don't know what to bring you.

I haven't had one of those in a while. It's very kind of you, sir. You didn't

have to bring me anything.

Mr. Fowler and I, we feel very guilty about what happened.

It wasn't your fault.

Actually, it was.

The man with the gun was trying to shoot us.

Why?

Top secret, I'm afraid.

I'm very glad I got in the way.

Well, it was only yesterday I was saying that I felt bad about not being shot at

during the war.

Mind you, I didn't expect you to take me seriously.

Are you going to be all right?

I'll be fine.

But the guesthouse, you said you were all on your own.

Well... Look, I don't mind lending you a hand, if you like.

It's funny you should say that. I was going to ask, but I thought you already

had a job.

No, actually I was working for that artist.

The one I told you about.

The one who got murdered?

Yes. Well, that's a recommendation.

What about Mr. Foyle? Doesn't he need you?

Not anymore.

I'm completely out of work.

So, if you like, just for the time being.

I can't pay you very much.

Make a change if anyone paid me at all.

Well, it looks like Hill House has a new...

What should I call you?

Assistant manager?

Receptionist?

Plumber?

Chief bottle-water?

You can start by peeing me one of these bananas.

I can't do it with one hand.

I'm obliged to say I'm astonished. Are you really saying this happened on the

streets of London?

I was quite surprised myself.

Well, it's an outrage. I shall demand a full report.

No need for that, I wouldn't have thought.

Why ever not?

Well, largely because you know rather more than you're telling me.

I don't know what you mean.

Three quarters of a million displaced people and you're after just one of

them. Why was it so important to find him?

I told you. Oh, well, you told me that Russians are animals and maybe some of

them are.

Maybe that's how you persuade yourself that what you're doing is justifiable,

but that's not quite the point. It's all about what this particular Russian knew.

He knew exactly what had happened to his compatriots deported on the Almanzora,

and he knew about your secret policy of forced repatriation, and you,

of course, can't afford to let that get out.

It's not my policy. A directive came down about a month ago.

They have to leave, all of them.

You heard what Montgomery said.

The party's over. They have to go home. Even though they're going to be killed?

We don't know, though.

We have to be pragmatic.

There are more than 20,000 British prisoners currently in Russian hands.

We want to get them back as quickly as possible.

That means cooperating with Stalin, whether we like it or not.

So we've fought two wars to end up being pragmatic.

What do you want, Foyle?

Well, we could start with your resignation.

I knew nothing about what happened to you this morning. It must have been

Duveen or Bennett. I don't know, but I promise you, a full inquiry.

Not necessary. The person sent to deal with me this morning followed me from

the Auxiliary Club. Only one person knew I was staying at the Auxiliary Club.

Are you suggesting I would condone murder?

Can you suggest any other explanation?

I'm not resigning. I'm finished yet.

I want Vladchenko returned to Hastings.

That's not possible. You should perhaps first of all consider the killing of

Spencer Jones, the fact that Vladchenko was there and could very easily be

called as a police witness.

That won't happen. I couldn't disagree more.

Are you blackmailing me?

I'm offering you the opportunity to keep your deeply offensive little secret a

while longer at the expense of one ex-prisoner and your career.

You know where I am.

It's good to see you again, sir.

Captain Bradley, you might as well know that I have now spoken to Nikolai

Vladjenko and I know everything that happened at Redwood Lodge. It was an

accident.

Perhaps you'd like to tell me in your own words.

I was just following my orders.

There was a Russian I had to pick up from this place near Brighton.

I never met Leonard Spencer-Jones.

I knew his name, of course. My brother Tom used to work there.

I took two other men.

The kid was only 17. I thought it was going to be a pushover.

You're not coming in.

Sir, I have my orders. I don't give a damn about your orders.

I've already written to the Home Office, and this young man is under my

protection. You've no right to be here.

Sir... Get out of my house! Sir, my orders are to take Nikolai Vladchenko

into custody, and if necessary, I will do so by force. Niko, get out of here.

Stay where you are.

Don't be ridiculous. You stay where you are. You're not going to use that. Not

in my house. Go, Nicko. I'm warning you.

Give me that.

Sir.

I couldn't believe what I'd done.

But I knew there'd be trouble.

I was stupid.

I took some money and I ransacked the place.

I thought maybe I could make it look like the kid was responsible.

It was the only way.

What will happen to me?

Are you going to arrest me?

I'd like to.

But this isn't a police matter.

Since you were in uniform exercising your duty you'll have to face a court

-martial

No

It's not quite the case you might have been in uniform on duty,

but the person who killed civilians, so it's definitely a police matter

Captain Bradley, I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to ask you to come with me into Brighton to make a full

statement.

You are under arrest.

Sir.

Thank you.

Well, you're first one.

Glad to be able to help.

Sir.

Perhaps I owe you an apology.

That day at Redwood Lodge.

Well, frankly, I'd say there's no perhaps about it. You were rude,

uncooperative. You defended a junior officer who was disrespectful, and to

put the tin lid on it, you upset Sam. And I'd say that's a poor return for the

five years we spent together.

But if that's how you want to handle yourself now you're in Brighton, it's

entirely up to you.

I'm sorry.

I hope so.

How is it?

Well, it's not all bad. He's getting there.

Can you keep him on?

I can always use a little help. And when he wants to move, there are people that

I know.

Thank you.

And what about you, Mr. Foyle?

Nothing changes.

You're still fighting.

Yeah, all is fighting.

Churchill out!

Election results!

Get your election results here!

sweep into power!

Churchill out!

Get your election results here!

This is a great day for the country. Thank you.

This is a great day for the country. Thank you so much, ladies and gentlemen.

A great day. The new star.

Thank you so much.

You ought never to have kept that baby.

Other girls gave them away.

I want to get married.

And nobody can make that decision for me. Not you, not the army, not nobody.

I think we should recommend the Calabar be introduced. This isn't America, it's

Great Britain, and we don't practice segregation.