All language subtitles for Foyles War - S06E01 - The Russian House

WOMAN: Matthew!

Breakfast!

(HORN HONKS)
(TYRES SQUEAL)

(MEN EXCLAIM IN RUSSIAN)

SOLDIER: Get a move on!

What the hell do you think you're doing?
My ball!

You'll get yourself killed!
I've told you about 4 billion times!

WOMAN:
Football is in the park!

(MEN SHOUT)

Stay where you are!
Sit down! Sit down!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Sergeant, stop firing that weapon now!
Prisoners escaped, sir.

Two prisoners
down the alley. Go, go!

No weapons to be used here.

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

(GUNFIRE)

Get after 'em, boys. Go!

SOLDIER:
Prisoners separated.

Right, let's go, go!

Stop the truck!

There he is!

Get him!

Get him!

Move it!

SOLDIER: Come on, mate!
You two, with me!

Give up! Stand still.

Come on.

SOLDIER: That's it.

(SOLDIERS YELL)

SOLDIER: Don't shoot!

No, no, stop, wait. Wait.

We're sending you home.

We're sending you home.

(BIRD CALLS)

This is a balls-up, isn't it, Bennet?
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 sign of him since?

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

Hastings?

(SEAGULLS CRY

Ah. Maurice Jones, Labour Party.
Very nice to meet you.

And you.
Thank you.

Good morning, madam.

Maurice Jones, Labour Party.
Remember the name.

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

Not me. I'm with Winnie.

Right.

Morning, sir.
Morning.

Maurice Jones,
local candidate for the Labour Party.

Are you really?

I was wondering
if I could count on your support.

Do 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?

MAN: 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.

MAN 2: In very unfortunate
circumstances.

Well, 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.

MAN 1: 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.

MAN 1:
But there's another problem.

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

MAN 2: 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 shops, so it's chops, again.

Thank you, Miss Stewart.

What do you think of this?

(SAM APPROACHES)

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?

You still feel uncomfortable?

No. Not really.

No need to be.

Thanks 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.

Lunch at 1:00?
Right.

(SAM CLIMBS STAIRS)

Niko!

I don't suppose you managed
to dig up any potatoes, did you?

Only there were none in the shops.
The shops were hempty?

'Empty'. With an 'E'. 'Empty'.

But yes.

Queues everywhere
and nothing to queue for.

Don't know
why people bother.

Potatoes.

Perfect.

Do you ever think about
going home, Niko?

(SIGHS)
This is my home now.

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

I am 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 Lyminster, so...

Lunch at one.

One?
One o'clock.

Thanks.

Sir?

MAN: That's him.

You can wait for me here, Schaps.

(PHONE RINGS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

MAN: Sir?
Yes.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Foyle.

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.

As far as Hastings.

No, no, no.

That's why I promoted you
when I had the privilege

to have you
under my command.

Now, may I'?
Well, of course.

Take this is, uh,
not a social visit.

Oh, that was always the way -
straight to the point.

But, uh, 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...
(SIGHS)

...just gone through
the whole thing again.

Mmm.
But you have a son.

In London.
He's come through it alright.

I'm very glad.

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

I'm here on War Office business.

I'm looking for this man -
um, Ivan Spiakov.

Russian.
From Georgia originally.

Fought with the Germans against us,
captured in Normandy.

What makes you think
he's here?

Well, he was in Brenchurch 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, Spiakov 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 St Donat?

June 15, 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.

FOYLE: This man was there?
BRIGADIER: Oh, no, no, no.

L...l 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...

Oh, 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.

Well, he had no money,
nowhere else to go.

But, uh, 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.

So 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'd be good to have
a proper chat one day.

Psst!

Psst!

Ivan!

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

EDITH: Let me make you
some more tea.

No, I'm alright, thank you.

Um, I have to be
on my way.

You never talk
about your work.

Well, 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 have been a couple of
late-night smash-and-grabs.

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 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.

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

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?
No.

You were well out of it, Joe, believe me.
I wanted to be where you were, Tom.

I'd have given anything.

Well, you were the one
who inherited Dad's flat feet.

(LAUGHS) 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 Jerries.

What were they like'?

They 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.

Old Ted.

Don't tell me he's still
in the land of the living.

So, what you gonna do, Tom,
now that you're back?

I hoped you'd
put me up for a bit.

Of course.
You're welcome.

You gonna see Mum and Dad?

In time.

I've got to find work.
Any thoughts'?

Yeah, I thought I'd see
Spencer-Jones.

Sir Leonard, you know.

He'll give me
my old job back.

You sure about that, Tom?

What do you mean?
Well, things have changed.

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

He'll see me alright.

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.

Good to be back.

(SEAGULLS CRY

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

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 shoot-out in a civilian
population. It's like the Wild West.

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

Niko. (CLEARS THROAT)

Have you been into the kitchen
since lunchtime?

No, Miss Stewart.

Well...

...someone has.

Niko, 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?

Look, l...l 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 tell me
I have to go there too.

What Russian House'?

In London.

He says it's where
I will be safe.

He tell me I have to
go there too.

He tell me they come for me,
they take me!

Niko. Listen to me.

Trust me.

Nobody's gonna take you anywhere.
I promise you. I won't let them.

There was £5 in that tin.
You can't just give it away.

We're going to have to
tell Sir Leonard.

Thank you very much.

So there were two of them.
Apparently, sir.

What happened to them?

I heard they headed off
towards the old viaduct.

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.

'Cause I saw it, you know.
Did you?

Yeah, I was just down there.

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

Two of them, you say?
No, I only saw one. Poor sod.

FISHERMAN: He was trapped, you see.
There was a truck following him.

And a whole squad of soldiers.
One of them called out to him.

SOLDIER: Give up. 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.

He threw himself off the edge.

Russki, you say?

So I believe.

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

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

Good question.

(CHILDREN CHATTER)
(BABY owes)

Look at you -
dressed up to the nines.

Think I look alright?

You really want this job,
don't you?

Well, I've got to
get back to work.

There's not much else around.

You should go back
in the army.

You got to be kidding.

How much longer are you
gonna keep up this malarky'?

Search me.

I've still got Jerries,
Russkies, even a few eyeties.

They've all got to go home.
Then maybe I can pack it in too.

I ought to be going.

You want some toast?
Uh...no.

Good luck, Tom.

I shouldn't need luck,
should I'?

(DOG BARKS)

Who was this man?

Ivan.

I meet him in the camp.

“Met him".
Yes.

They were prisoners together.

Before they release 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.

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 a 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 Miss Stewart.
You have been very kind to me.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

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.

(SEAGULLS CRY

RUSSIAN WOMAN:
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 open again.

We should never have closed.

No aliens allowed in Hastings
during the war.

Mmm.

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

What's he done?

Well, nothing, as far as we know.
We'd 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 rumours.

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, uh, Spiakov,
if you 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 what you can.

Of course.

Good coffee.

(HORNS HONK)

(CHURCH BELL RINGS)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

We speak English here only,
my friend.

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

Thank you.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Yes. I speak English.

Then, yes, I am Duveen.

Sit down.

DUVEEN:
Some tea for our guest.

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-l...
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.

We have no room for you, and if the
British authorities come looking for you...

SPIAKOV:
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 these things?

There is no need to tell.
They all know.

Hm.

You should not stay here.

We will arrange for you
to be taken somewhere safe.

Do you mind waiting here?
Oh, no, Sir Leonard.

I'm used to it.

Very good to see you, Leonard.

Sherry?
No, thank you.

You got my letter?

Uh, yes.

This young Russian - Nikolai...

SIR LEONARD: 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 l...l 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.

Maurice and I are no longer
on speaking terms.

But even so...
Maurice 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 Maurice isn't a bad chap.

To fall out over a political difference?
Does it really matter so much?

SIR LEONARD:
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!

You really think that'?
You don't?

You can't just cut Maurice
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...

Yes.

Alright. If you're
absolutely insistent.

How long will it take?
Oh...

A few days.
Thank you.

HARDIMAN:
But I really think you're making...

SIR LEONARD:
That's enough.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(ENGINE STARTS)

He's really
made up his mind.

I'm sorry, Maurice. I did try.

He doesn't know
what he's doing.

He's senile.

SAM: Good morning, sir!

FOYLE: Good morning. How are you?

Very well.

How are you getting on at, um...
Sir Leonard's?

Takes a bit of getting used to.

Keeping you busy, huh?
I'll say.

I'm the cook, the housekeeper, the
secretary, the driver, and more besides.

How about you?
How's Brookie?

Oh, 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.

They won't let you leave'?
Well, working on it.

Sir! Good to see you.

Milner. Good to see you too.

Edith.
How lovely to see you.

And you.
She's adorable.

She's wonderful. I'm so pleased to think
of her growing up in a world without war.

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

Have you done the work on that one?
You have. Good.

EDITH: I hope you'll join us
for a drink afterwards, Mr Foyle.

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

And we have a cake!

I'll be glad to.
Cardboard icing.

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

(GUN CLICKS)

VICAR: 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.

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.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

VICAR: Will you pray for Clementine
and by your own good example

draw her into
the family of Christ?

GODPARENTS: We will.

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

Sir! We've found him.

(swans) Good.

Will you encourage her
to take her rightful place

within the light
of Christ's Church?

FAMILY: We will.

(BABY BABBLES)

VICAR: Clementine Elizabeth, I
baptise thee in the name of the Father...

...and of the Son...

...and of the Holy Ghost.

(GUNSHOT)

(CRIES)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

Perkins.

The name's Sir Leonard
Spencer-Jones, sir.

Mean anything to you?
No.

Apparently, he's an artist.
I can't say I'd ever heard of him either.

Not that he'll 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 Stewart.

Stewart?

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.

Um...

SAM: I spent the night in Hastings,
and when I came back this morning,

he was just lying there.

And then I realised he'd been...

...well, you know,

and called you.

At least,
I called the police.

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

It's a bit like old times.

Um, 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, like it is now.

It could have been
a break-in, sir.

Is he your new driver?

Sam...

It could have been a break-in.

I had a 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?
I'll show you.

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

I'm afraid he 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 alright. We'll do it.

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 was that'?

His name was Tom Bradley.

What are we gonna do?
JOE: We'?

TOM: 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 'em. He's just one more.

I should never have gone back
to that bloody house.

Just keep quiet about it.

Nobody knows anything.

Nobody's gonna find out.

How can you be so sure?
It'll be alright, Tom.

Trust me. It'll be alright.

Did he actually
make any threats?

SAM: Uh...

No, not that I heard.

But I know Sir Leonard
was very upset.

And, actually, l...l didn't
feel too good myself.

You'd done him
out of a job.

Well, Niko and I, yes.

Niko?

I was going to tell you about him.
Nikolai Vladchenko.

SAM: 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.

(SEAGULLS CRY

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 alright - the good people won.

Never as simple as that, is it?

I never thought so.

And 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.

Mm-hm.

There were three of them
in the camp together -

Ivan Spiakov,
Anton Valyshkin

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.

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

(TELEPHONE DINGS)

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, Maurice.

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...

...how it goes.

DOS Foyle.
Sir.

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, uh, 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.

Do you know, in my day,
a detective constable

wouldn't dream of addressing a
chief superintendent without permission

and certainly not without
calling him 'sir'.

That's alright, 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 have no interest in this

or any other matter
within your jurisdiction.

I'm simply here for information
regarding a missing Russian.

Nikolai Vladchenko?

Well, we want to
talk to him too.

Is he a suspect'?

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

Well, 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.
Mm-hm.

Um, those are
the more recent ones.

He was sending them
to the Academy.

Sam'?

Uh, I was just helping
with the inventory.

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

SAM: Mr Foyle!

What are you doing here?

I'm not here because of this.

Uh, just a question
of two incidents coinciding.

Another murder?
FOYLE: No, no, no, no.

No, it's, uh...

MILNER: 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 wrong.
It's not Vladchenko I'm here to see.

It's a friend of his, another Russian,
who, as far as I'm aware,

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 is Ivan Spiakov.

Answers my question.

MILNER: Mine too.

Sir.

Interesting work.

SAM: 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.
I mean, 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 gonna be
one of his best works

and I ought not to be
ashamed about it and...

I was actually
quite worried about it.

Well, don't be.

I felt so shabby, I suppose.

Well, it's not gonna
happen now, is it?

No.

I hope not.

Shouldn't mention
any of this to Milner.

Why not'?

Well, 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, I know, of course,
you didn't, but...

Did you?

No! Course not.

Just checking.

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

He was
pretty unfriendly to me.

And he's already decided Niko did it.
Just completely unfair.

How well do you know him?
Very well. He's sweet.

He's only 17.
No, I like him.

Any idea where he is?

(SIGHS)

If I tell you,
could I come with you?

It's just that Niko was
so frightened and...

...l 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 Niko knew
where he was going.

It was called
the Russian House.

In London.

Thank you.

I could drive you.

I could drive you.

(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

Gentlemen.

This situation is completely...

(SIGHS) 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!

Bennet.

Ivan Spiakov is now
under close guard, sir,

on the way to Liverpool,
where he'll be on the first ship out.

And what flak do we have
from this Brenchurch 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 gonna keep a lid on that'?
We're taking the necessary steps.

Yeah, the necessary steps
would be to have the idiots involved

transferred to the Outer Hebrides.

And... (SIGHS)
..what about this boy Vladchenko?

Ah. I have
Sir Leonard's letter here.

BENNET: Obviously,
we want to talk to him,

but at the moment, he's on the run
and we have no idea where he is.

BRIGADIER: He's left Brighton?
BENNET: 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!

(DOOR SLAMS)

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?
(BABY CRIES)

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.

(SEAGULLS CRY

MAN: Good morning.
Paul.

You're in charge now.

You go out there
and do it your way.

This is very kind of you, sir,
letting me come with you.

Well, the 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.

Oh.

And I'm not gonna 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.
(CHUCKLES)

MAURICE: The truth about
the upper classes in this country

is they're only interested
in one thing - themselves.

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.

Now, let the Labour Party
build the peace.

MAN: Jolly good show!

Thank you.
PEOPLE: Hear, hear!

MAN: Well said!

Thank you very much.

Thank you so much.

Excuse me, Mr Jones'?
I wonder if I might have a word.

How can I help you?
I'm a police officer.

Detective Inspector Milner.

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, sir?

Oh, how quaint.

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.

Very well 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 parted 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.

WOMAN: 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 him.
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, so...
he was fighting against us too.

Which is why he was
a prisoner of war.

SAM: It's all very confusing.

But I just know he didn't kill anyone.
FOYLE: I hope you're right.

(PHONE RINGS)

Mr Foyle.

(DOOR OPENS)
WOMAN: Sir.

Thank you.

BRIGADIER: 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.

Spiakov 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.
Travelled up from Hastings.

Don't know where
he got the money.

Staying in a place called
the Albion Crescent Hotel.

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?

Do sit down.
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?
Well, 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've made it my business.

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

I may 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.

Uh, 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, um, mum's the word.

On Pall Mall. Do you know it?

Yes, I do.

Oh, we should
have dinner together.

Let's meet, say,
at eight o'clock.

Thank you.
Be good to have a proper chinwag.

Mmm.
(CHUCKLES)

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

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?

FOYLE: This is the one.

So, I'm to find out everything I can
about Ivan Spiakov -

who arrested him,
when and how.

That's right.
(SIGHS)

Let's hope he leads us to Niko.

Good luck.

Goodbye, Mr Evans.
I hope you enjoyed your meal.

Thank you, Mrs Howard.

Diabolical liberty.

That'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
a 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?
Oh, yes, of course.

Have you finished with that,
Mr Wainwright?

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?

Well, I couldn't help
noticing your address.

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

I took the train.
MRS HOWARD: 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've a room at the back.

Five shillings a night,
cash in advance.

Yes, Detective Inspector,
I do know Maurice Jones.

He lives here?

HARDIMAN: There's a coach-house
round the back. I rent it to him.

(SNIFFS)

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
Maurice 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.

Maurice 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.

(BELL DINGS)

Mind if I join you?
I'm whacked.

Sam Stewart.

I'm Adam 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 guesthouse, anyway.

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

I know the area, but I...

...l never noticed a guesthouse.

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 don't 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,

and it would be nice
to have someone to talk to.

So, what do you say?

I'm...I'm here with someone.

Oh, married.

No, no.

No, we're working together.

Yes. Yes, I'd...I'd love to.

Maybe.

Let's see.

Perhaps.

Right.

Mr Foyle. Welcome.

Allow me to present myself.

My name is Duveen.
How do you do?

This is my house.
Mm-hm.

My colleague and associate,
Alexander Anokhov.

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...

I am at 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.

ANOKHOV: Arrest?

Mmm.

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'?

You 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.

DUVEEN: 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 me 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.

Are you ready to go?
I'm certainly hungry.

We'll collect the bulb
when we come back.

What do you fancy'?
For dinner?

Oh, roast beef, sherry trifle,
champagne.

But I'm not gonna
get it, am I'?

There's a four-and-six dinner at Clacy's.
Soup, fish and chips, tinned fruit.

Perfect.

So, what are you doing in London?
You said you weren't 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.

(BICYCLE BELL CHIMES)

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 own a guesthouse?

It was my aunt's,
but she died.

Blitzed?

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 have been mad.

Why's 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 their husbands have come home.

It's all a bit of a mess,
if you want the truth.

Ah, here we are.

This is the place.
Oh.

Oh! It says the fish is off.

In what sense, I wonder.

Soup and chips?

Sounds delicious.

(BELL RINGS)

Passchendaele.
What a bloody mess.

Do 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
gonna need a clean bed.

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

Married, a son, the police...

Well, that's about it.

(CHUCKLES)

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,

ordnance 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, uh...

...it isn't.

Quite apart from the Japs.
The whole of Europe is a gigantic mess.

Hundreds of thousands of displaced
persons wandering all over the shop.

Then there's the British zone
in Germany.

Millions more
depending on us.

No butter, no fat.

Winter will be on us
soon enough.

Be a miracle if half of them
don't starve to death.

This is your responsibility?

Well, 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 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, uh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Now, then. Shall we'?

Thank you, John.
Goodnight, sir.

See you again.

By the way, um...

...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.

DUVEEN: We may have
the same problem, Mr Bennet.

Where is Nikolai Vladchenko?
He's safe.

So he's staying with you?

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

I'm afraid you'll have to
hand him over, Monsieur Duveen.

He has to be got out
of the country at once.

DUVEEN: You are making life
difficult for me, Mr Bennet.

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 we do?

Very well.
It will be done.

Goodnight, Mr Bennet.
Goodnight, Monsieur Duveen.

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH)

(TYRES SQUEAL

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Morning, sir. Any luck?
Are you ready?

Ready and waiting.
Good morning.

Do you have a back way
out of the hotel?

Depends why you're asking.

Well, somebody out there
I'd rather not...

Someone following you?
Could be.

I don't want
any more trouble here.

There won't be any trouble.
It'd just help if there was 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, a very good question.

No.

No.

Here we go.

Back to Plan A, I think.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

Sam? Ah!

My God, Adam!

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

FOYLE: No, not the car.

Sir, down here!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(WHISPERS) This was
a really good idea, wasn't it?

I'm sorry, sir.

(BELL CLANGS)

(WATER DRIPS)

(DOOR BANGS)

(SOFT CLATTERING)

(LOUD GUNSHOTS)

Mr Foyle.

Don't you worry, love.
He's going to pull through.

He hasn't paid for the room!

Ugh.

That's his coat.
Thank you.

Alright?

I think he's gonna be alright.

Are you going to be alright?
Yes.

Sorry you got involved
in all of this.

Who was that man you shot?

Do you know why
he was sent to kill you?

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.

SAM: I don't understand.

What will happen to them
when they get there?

On 18 April of this year,

a 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.

(SOLDIERS SHOUT)

ANOKHOV: 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 Duveen'?

Monsieur Duveen is a traitor.

He is working
for the Communists.

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

Do you really have no idea
who that man was?

It is possible that he's
a member of SMERSH.

Smert Shpionam.
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.

But what about Nikolai'?
How are we going to find him?

I'm sorry. I cannot help.

(SIGHS)

So, you went to see Sir Leonard.

Who told you that'?

Is it true?

Yes.

But I didn't kill him.
You argued.

Lots of 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.

I was in 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 gonna have to
ask you to stay, until this is sorted out.

How long is that gonna be'?

I don't know.

You know, when I was out there...

...fighting...the Jerries...

...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 was 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.

What was the bloody point'?

MAN: That's very nice of you,
Mr Wainwright.

We'll soon have you out of here.

Hello.
Hello.

I brought you
some bananas.

Bananas'?

I didn't know what to bring you.
Haven't had one of those in a while.

It's very kind of you, Sam.
You didn't have to bring me anything.

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

Ah, 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 alright?
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 gonna 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 shall I call you?

Assistant manager?
Receptionist?

Plumber?

Chief bottle washer?

You can start by peeling me
one of these bananas.

I can't do it
with one hand.

(PHONE RINGS)

Well, I'm obliged to say
I'm astonished.

Are you really saying this happened
on the streets of London?

Well, 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.

And maybe that's how
you persuade yourself

that what you're doing
is justifiable,

but that's not
quite the point, is it?

It was 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?
No, we don't know that.

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 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 Bennet.
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 haven't 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.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MILNER: Captain Bradley,
you might as well know

that I have now spoken
to Nikolai Vladchenko

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 gonna be a pushover.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

SIR LEONARD: You're not coming in.
JOE: 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 have 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 gonna use that.

Not in my house. Go, Niko!

I'm warning you.
(GUN CLICKS)

Give me that.
(GUNSHOT)

Sir!

I couldn't believe what I'd done,
but I knew there'd be trouble.

And 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 gonna arrest me?

MILNER: 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.

Milner.

That's not quite the case.

He might have been
in uniform on duty,

but the person he killed was civilian,
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?

FOYLE: Yeah.

Thank you.

Well, your first one.

Glad to be able to help.

Sir...
Mmm.

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.

(MILITARY CHANTING
IN DISTANCE)

How is it?

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

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

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, always fighting.

Churchill out!
Election results!

Get your
election results here!

Labour sweep into power!
Churchill out!

Get your
election results here!

A great day for the country.

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

Thank you so much,
ladies and gentlemen.

A great day. A new start.
Thank you so much.

WOMAN: You ought never
to have kept that baby.

Other girls gave them away.

(US ACCENT) 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 colour bar be introduced.

This isn't America, it's Great Britain,
and we don't practise segregation.

(MEN SHOUT)

Come on!