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- You're gonna get us shot.
- What?

We're at war,
Bertie. They got guns.

It's a merchant ship, Johnny.

No one's gonna see us.

In, out. Shake it all about.

You're mad.

Come on.

He said number three.

Go on.

That's it.

- Come on. Come on.
- That's it.

Take it easy.

Easy, buddy. Easy does it.

All right, then. Lower
it down. Lower it down.

Psst!

High Castle. This is it!

Right. You're all set, Captain.

Ah. Thank you.

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

Go. Go! Go!

Come on!

What the hell?

Come on. Come on.

Get after those guys!

- Oy!
- Hey, soldier! Soldier!

They're thieves!

Come on!

Oy! Oy! Oy! Hey! Come here!

Come here! Hey! Stop!

I said stop!

In here! Come on!

Come here now!

Check over there!

Let's go. Let's go.

His name was William Knowles.

We found his passport.

He was a professor at
University College London.

Looks like a
straightforward robbery.

Wallet was next to the
body. Cash had been taken.

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

We found this in his top pocket.

7 Carlyle Gardens.

We are very interested
in the man who lives there.

Clayton Del Mar.
He's an American.

Chairman of Global American Oil.

Let me make this
absolutely clear, Foyle.

Our job is to protect Del Mar.

He's one of us.

A useful source of
intelligence in the Middle East.

Iran, Iraq.
Anywhere there's oil.

We just need to establish
that there is no connection

between the death of this
man Knowles and Del Mar.

There would appear
to be a connection.

When was he found?

This morning, about 9:30.

So he could have been
killed around 10:00 last night?

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

Understand?

I do.

William Knowles, eh?

Should be right up your street.

What does that mean?

Dead body. Knife in the back.

Nice, straightforward bit
of detective work for you.

Noticeable overuse of the word
"straightforward" this morning,

bearing in mind nothing
in this place ever is.

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

Yes?

I think he's done
a very good job.

Oh, I don't deny it.

But he's also done a
great deal of damage.

Or have you forgotten Strasser?

Losing Strasser to the
Americans was unfortunate.

But that wasn't Foyle.
That was Valentine.

If I had my way,
Valentine would have gone.

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

No. But we have to control them.

Or rather you do, Miss Pierce.

Valentine's learned his lesson,

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

Because the next time he
makes a nuisance of himself,

you'll be responsible.

I'm off, then.

Sam?

What?

The second bedroom...
I've finished painting it.

You haven't even looked.

Oh. I'm sorry, Adam.

I'll pop up now, if you like.

No. It's all right.

Right.

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

What sort of a question is that?

Oh, you never talk about it.

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

Adam, we're having a baby.

I'm thrilled. It's what
we always wanted.

What's there to talk about?

You haven't told
them yet, have you?

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

Do we have to do this now?

I'd like to know.

Because?

You are going to have
to leave. You know that.

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

You have no idea.

I know you'll miss it.

Well, of course I'll miss it.

Will you give up politics

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

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

It's exactly the same.

I'll tell them when I'm ready.

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

Hm.

How would you like to swap jobs?

Beg your pardon?

I'm just sick of this paperwork.

You do it so much
better than me anyway.

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

Yes. Of course you do.

I wasn't being serious.

Everything all right?

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

But nothing to worry about.

Quite the opposite.

Good morning, ladies.

Come and get it while you can.

It's on the left here.

And Adam... Is he all right?

He misses being a PPS.

And, of course, now all he
thinks about now is... his work.

Nice start to the day.

I'll be five minutes.

He was killed sometime
close to midnight, at a guess.

Stabbed in the back,
severing his spine.

He would have died instantly.

So a suggestion, then,
that he was running away?

I wouldn't have said so.

The entry wound
is far too precise.

This is someone who definitely
knew what they were doing.

They must have crept
up behind him and, uh...

Right.

He'd been abroad very recently.

Oh, yeah? How'd you know that?

The contents of his stomach.

I won't go into the
gruesome details just now,

but he's definitely
been feasting on rations

that you won't find over here.

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

Did you hear him on
the wireless last night?

- Who?
- Bevan.

People underestimate
him because of his class

and the way he walks.

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

You all right?

I was thinking about Sam.

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

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

She's expecting a baby.

What?

Adam!

That's wonderful news!

Congratulations.

When's it due?

It's, uh, not for
another six months.

That's great news.

I'm really happy for you.

Excuse me. There's
no one outside.

It's all right. Do come in.

- Take a seat.
- Are you Mr. Wainwright?

Um, I'm Adam Wainwright.

This is Glenvil Harris,
my constituency chairman.

How can I help?

Stephens. Vera Stephens.

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

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

and no one wants to know.

Well, what's happened?

I work at Richardson's.
Do you know them?

Wireless factory.

That's the one.

I started working there
two years into the war.

They were glad to have us then.

Us?

Women.

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

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

And then, a few weeks ago,

Mr. Richardson calls me
into his office and tells me,

straight to my face, that I'm
back on the production line...

On half the salary, 'cause
there's a man coming in.

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

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

No one wants to help
me, Mr. Wainwright.

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

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

What are you going to do?

Who lives here?

An extremely wealthy man
who runs an oil company.

Won't be long.

Name, sir.

Foyle.

All right.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

I have an appointment
with Mr. Clayton Del Mar.

Yes, Mr. Foyle. Do come in.

Thank you.

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

You're in the Security Service.

Yes.

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

You know, my pop was advising
you guys way back in the '30s.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

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

He knew which way
the wind was blowing.

Hitler and the Nazis.

You know, this was a war
that could have been avoided.

- Drink?
- I won't, thank you.

It was an economic war.

Depression. Unemployment.

What does the world do?

Puts tariffs on global products,
makes it pretty much impossible

for Germany to
pay off its debts.

You know?

And the Versailles treaty.

That was crazy to start with.

Made war inevitable.
And for what?

50 million people
dead. Maybe more.

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

Yes.

I'm looking for information

about a man called
William Knowles.

Knowles?

Afraid I don't know him.

Found dead, not far
from here, in Hyde Park.

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

What's it got to do with me?

He had this in his pocket.

Yeah. That's, uh, that's
my address, all right.

But he didn't come here.

When was this?

Yesterday.

10:00 yesterday?

Well, I was just
finishing dinner.

Then I went to bed.

My wife was asleep.

So was my father.
He's an invalid.

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

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

With a specific
appointment, it looks like.

10:00?

Yeah.

We shouldn't, of course,
assume it was 10:00 at night.

It could well have been
10:00 a.m. yesterday

or even 10:00 a.m. this morning.

I don't assume
anything, Mr. Foyle.

I have already told you I
did not meet with this man.

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

Who was he, anyway?

Uh, he was a professor
at University College.

Ah.

Well, my father and myself

have given a lot of
money to a lot of colleges.

You give to the one, and
the others come begging.

Ain't that the way
with you limeys?

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

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

I understand. Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Grant.

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

I did exactly as you asked.

You got the photograph. Yes.

But he also had my
address in his pocket.

Didn't you look?

I did look, sir.

You missed it.

Clayton, I need your help.

Oh, what is it, baby?

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

The Charatans. I've
put out three dresses.

The Charatans?

You know, from Long Island.

We met them at the Ritz.

Yeah. Yeah.
I'll... I'll come see.

How was it?

Interesting man.

Are we watching
him, by any chance?

Not as far as I'm aware.

Well, someone is.

Oh, yeah.

Professor Knowles'
office is on the first floor

in the main quad.

- Mm-hmm.
- Is he all right?

When did you last see him?

Uh, well, he was
here just the other day.

- Which other day was that?
- That would have been Tuesday.

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

He hadn't been
here for two months.

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

Uh, it's just here, sir.

- I'll leave you to it.
- Thank you.

- Let me know when you go.
- I will.

Can I help you?

Uh, well, no.

I'm managing quite
well, thank you.

Who are you? What
exactly are you doing here?

Rummaging around
in William's desk?

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

The porter let me in.

Why? Where's William?

How do you know Mr. Knowles?

You clearly don't
know him at all.

He's Professor Knowles.

Beg your pardon.

We're colleagues.

We're friends. I work next door.

Then I'm sorry
to have to tell you

that, uh, Professor Knowles was
found dead yesterday morning.

What?

Murdered.

In Germany?

Is that where he was?

I'm not going to
tell you anything

until you tell me who you are.

Are you a policeman?

Not exactly.

Uh, I'm primarily
someone trying to help,

which is proving
rather difficult.

He was in Germany.
Is that right?

In Nuremberg, as a translator.

He was working at the trials.

Which would explain this, then?

He was interested in the
psychology of language,

not the content.

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

from 1919 through
to the start of the war.

We all know how it ended.

It's important to
understand how it all began.

Uh, when was the
last time you saw him?

Are you interrogating me?

Well, of course not.

Simply asking the questions
that need to be answered

in order to find out
who killed him and why.

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

Apparently he was
here on Tuesday

and in rather a hurry,
according to the porter.

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

He must have
visited the archive.

How would you know that?

This shouldn't be here.

Nothing is meant to be removed.

Serial number.

Does that mean anything?

That's a photographic file.

Empty.

Possible to find out,
uh, what it contained?

I can have a look.

Thank you.

Do you know where he lived?

11 Kathleen Crescent.

Was he married?

Yes.

Do you know to whom?

A dear friend.

Her name is Hilary.

And yours?

Elizabeth Addis.

Professor?

Doctor.

Thank you.

And yours?

Foyle.

Mister.

So she was married for 10 years.

When did they tell her?

Yesterday.

So, are you happy to do this?

Yes. Absolutely.

Good.

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

I'm on my own now.

He was all I ever had, William.

Not that he was ever here.

Three years at Bletchley,
the university, then Nuremberg.

You'd have thought they
could've found someone else

who spoke German.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Knowles.

He comes home for one day.

One day.

And then he goes
and gets himself killed.

How long have you been ill?

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

Kidneys.

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

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

Couldn't the university help?

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

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

Then this.

Did he ever talk to
you about his work?

He didn't want to say anything.

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

Shoot the lot and
be done with it.

So, why did he come home?

He came to see me.

He was worried about me.

Did he bring anything
back with him...

Documents, files?

He brought me a few things.

He got them from the Americans.

Soap and chocolate.

And that.

I don't know why
he brought that.

I don't even drink whiskey.

He doesn't like it either.

Well done.

Well, I don't know. She
wasn't very forthcoming.

She certainly wasn't
telling the truth.

Clayton Del Mar.

Global American Oil.

Clayton Del Mar.

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

I'm heading for the office.

- Oh, wish me luck.
- What are you talking about?

I've this meeting today,
Pop. You remember.

The Iranian Soviet Oil Company.

Never call it that.
It doesn't exist.

- Right.
- It's illegal.

If you don't believe that,

- how will you persuade them?
- Yeah.

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

They're Arabs. What
do they know about law?

- Talk to them about money.
- I know, Pop.

Make them know
they've been humiliated.

Then, when you see the shah,

that's when you
talk about the law.

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

How are you
getting on with, uh...

"The Silver Bullet."

I'll get Edith to come
up and read for you.

No.

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

Oh, don't be like that, Pop.

We're looking for someone.

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

She annoyed me.

Doctor's coming
in this afternoon.

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

Yes, I met Mrs. Stephens,

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

But you are her union rep.

We do represent the workers
at Richardson's Wireless.

But as you are well aware,
we have no women members.

Because you don't allow them.

All the unions in this
sector are the same.

Amalgamated Engineering do
have some women members,

but only on a temporary basis.

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

and she has me to thank
for securing her a job

on the assembly line.

- At half her previous salary.
- It's better than no job at all.

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

Most of them left voluntarily.

Well, I think you're being
a little bit hypocritical,

Mr. Wainwright, with respect.

It's your government that
keeps closing down nurseries

just to force women out of work.

- That's not the reason.
- There are too many nurseries.

They're underused and
they're too expensive.

Well, I've said my piece.

Well, thanks for
coming in, Mr. Chorley.

Do you know what I think?

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

But I don't know why
women want to work anyway.

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

There's nothing
in the shops to buy.

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

What would those be, Horace?

We've got to increase
the population.

We lost too many
men in that bloody war.

That's their job.

How much do you
know about whiskey?

Not much, sir.

I prefer mother's ruin.

Yeah, I thought so.

There's a whiskey
label called High Castle.

See what you can find.

Sir.

And a woman called
Elizabeth Addis,

University College lecturer.

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

Oh, I see.

Just keeping your
seat warm for you.

How thoughtful.
What do you want?

This coincidence
might interest you.

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

- How do you know him?
- Oh, bumped into him in a club.

Not the sort of place his
employers would like to know

he frequented.

Matter of fact, not
the sort of place

my employers would
like to know I frequented.

But, uh, anyway he's a
waiter at the Embassy.

And according to him, a
Soviet agent flew in recently.

Could be NKVD.

At any rate, highly
regarded. Name of Leskov.

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

- What sort of business?
- He couldn't tell me.

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

I thought Del Mar was with us.

So did I.

We should take a
closer look at him.

This might help.

They're advertising
for a companion

for Clayton Del Mar's father.

He's an invalid.

"Single, intelligent woman
wanted for conversation

and companionship."

Oh, yes?

And who might you have in mind?

Sir?

No.

You ready?

Wait here for us.

Gentlemen, Stalin
wants your oil.

That's all he wants.

He's offered to return
your territories in Azerbaijan

and Turkistan.

But he will never do that.

And in the meantime,

you have set up the
company Iranian Soviet Oil

and given him a
51% share in your oil.

Fifty one percent.

Forgive me, but that's crazy.

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

Let me talk to His
Majesty the Shah.

An audience in
Tehran... That's all I ask.

And believe me when I
tell you that, right now,

like it or not...

your interests should
be with the British.

Thank you so much for coming.

Please convey my regards
to the shah and his family.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

Thank you very much.
Have a safe trip home.

Thank you.

Very nice to meet you.
Thank you very much.

Have a safe trip.

Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.

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

It's only for a few days.

Anything could happen.

If you'd told
Mr. Foyle the truth,

- he would never have asked.
- The truth?

The baby.

Mr. Foyle didn't ask me.

I volunteered.

But that's not the point.

I'm not going
anywhere dangerous.

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

I still say no.

I wasn't asking your
permission, Adam.

Oh. I see. So you're
going to do it anyway.

- It's my job.
- Well, that's not true.

You're not a spy, even
if you pretend to be.

What?

You're married to me now.

You're expecting our child.

I'm sorry, but
you've got to grow up

and start facing reality.

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

By the way, I've
seen the spare room.

It's lovely.

I had a call from
Clayton Del Mar.

We're having luncheon together.

Oh, how very pleasant.

He's spoken to
the shah's advisers,

and next week he flies to
Tehran to meet the shah himself.

How'd he manage that?

They went to the same school
in Switzerland, apparently.

Not at the same time.

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

Should I have?

Well, it might
have been relevant.

Well, need to know.

And I rather doubt
he does, truth be told.

Any news on this man Knowles?

No, not yet.

But Valentine's come
up with something.

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

Clayton Del Mar?
That's ridiculous.

The report.

A waiter?

I really think we can
do better than that.

What about that other
matter we were discussing?

Foyle.

I'm working on it.

Have a nice lunch.

I'm not at all sure about this.

Sir, I-I'd like to contribute.

- I-I really do want to.
- Yeah, I'm sure you do.

But there are others perfectly
able to do this. Why you?

It's about time I
made myself useful.

But only on condition

that somebody
monitors this throughout.

I'll do it myself.

Look after yourself.

- I haven't got the job yet.
- Mm.

What happens if
they don't pick me?

I rather think they will. There
were no other applicants.

We made sure of that.

Come on.

And that's about all there is.

It's a malt whiskey
distilled in Tain.

Very popular with the Americans.

You're absolutely right.

And Elizabeth Addis...
Total clearance.

Two years in the Cairo office,

planning assistant
to Lord Glenconner

and then Major General Stawell.

Then she came back to London,

advising on SOE
Middle East affairs.

Husband died in a car accident.

No children.

All right. Thank you.

What do you think
of Vera Stephens?

Attractive woman.

Am I right to be supporting her?

Why do you ask?

Just not sure.

You have a wife who works.

That's different.

Is it?

You either believe in
something or you don't.

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

You knew exactly
where you stood.

Here we are.

We did our bit during
the war, Mr. Wainwright.

We moved from domestic
production into radar.

The triodes and vacuum
tubes manufactured here

were installed all
along the coast.

And I'm proud of that.

No one's doubting your
war record, Mr. Richardson.

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

We're not accusing
you of anything.

Aren't you?

It seems to me
quite high-handed,

walking into my
factory like this.

Now, as for Mrs. Stephens, I
always knew she was trouble,

right from the
word go, that one.

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

She and many others
who have gone home...

And quite right, too.

But she didn't want to.

Look, I told her
from the very start

it was a temporary position.

Well, that's not how Mrs.
Stephens remembers it.

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

It was as much as she deserved.

George!

You wanted to see me, sir?

George, I was wondering
if those parts had arrived.

- English Electric, sir?
- Aye.

No. I'm afraid not.
I've been onto them.

I can get them on
the blower if you'd like.

No, no. Just... Just
keep me informed.

Thank you.

George Buckingham,
our production supervisor,

the man that Mrs.
Stephens replaced.

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

He was in Italy, and
he copped it at Anzio.

That is how he came home.

Now, Mr. Wainwright,

was I to tell him that I
didn't have a job for him,

that I couldn't take him back?

Or did I do the right
thing? Now, you tell me.

There were actually 12
pictures in the sequence.

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

This is the next.

There was a group of businessmen
who supported the Nazis

called The Friends of Himmler.

Would these have anything
to do with that, do you think?

Yes.

They were taken
in Berlin in 1939.

These were
essentially businessmen

who were supplying
the Nazi Party with funds.

So not necessarily all of
these men are German?

Correct.

There were honorary
members and special guests...

Dutch, American, even British,

all looking to the
Russian oil fields.

If there was a war
and the Germans won,

this would be their way in.

But why would William
have wanted to take

that particular photograph?

Well, that's the question.

How long had he
been at Nuremberg?

Two months.

And translating for whom?

I'm sorry to say I have no idea.

This is where I turn off.

Oh, yes.

Uh, well, thank
you for your help.

Mr. Foyle, excuse me.

I spoke to the porter
after you left last time.

He said you were
from the Home Office.

Well, that's what I told him.

I assumed at once that
meant the Security Service.

Would I be right?

Yes.

I was rather rude to you.

Not at all.

I owe you an apology.

Accepted.

Bye.

Hey, Chuck.

Sarge.

Guten tag, Herr Linz.

Oh. Guten tag.

I understand you've
not been feeling well.

I want my letters.

Why are they being kept from me?

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

You're a doctor, hm?

Maybe you can help me.

I'm a wealthy man.

I can ask the lieutenant.

Where's Mr. Knowles?

I believe he's still in England.

Mr. Knowles has
been very kind to me.

He seems to be the
only one who understands

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

I'm not a soldier.

I'm a businessman.

The transport manager
for a company known

and respected
all over the world.

All the brightest people in
Germany worked for IG Farben.

People who have won the
Nobel Prize worked for IG Farben.

And the Americans back then,
they would have done anything

to get their hands
on our technology.

And now they do this to me!

Why?!

This is not justice.

This is revenge.

I brought you something to read.

Books and newspapers
from London.

Are you sleeping
all right, Herr Linz?

I sleep. I read. I sleep.

Danke schön.

And get out.

You can do nothing for me.

Out of here!

I'll wait for you here.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Nervous?

A bit.

Good. Keep you on your toes.

Yeah. You have excellent
references, Miss Stewart.

You were in the
MTC during the war?

- Yes.
- And before that, a teacher.

In Hastings.

Your father is a vicar.

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

- We're a very religious family.
- Hmm.

Unmarried.

Shortage of men.

Of course.

You enjoy reading?

It's my favorite
pastime, Mr. Del Mar.

What in particular?

Oh, anything I can
get my hands on, really.

Agatha Christie. Ellery Queen.

- Crime novels.
- Yes.

My father enjoys Seth Carter.

Ah. Right.

Pop is a remarkable
man, Miss Stewart.

An exceptional human being.

It was my grandfather who
established Global American Oil

in Dallas at the end
of the last century,

but it was my daddy

who turned it into the worldwide
corporation that it is today.

May I ask why you're in London?

We have to look to the east...

To the Middle East in particular
and to the Soviet Union.

That's where the
next war will start.

And it'll be a war for oil.

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

He has an infection
of the heart.

He hasn't long to live.

I'm very sorry.

Well, he should be in Palm
Beach, not stuck here in London.

But he won't hear of it.

I suppose family matters to him.

Business matters
to him, Miss Stewart.

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

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

I honor him,

and I want his remaining
years to be comfortable.

I have to say I am disappointed

with the response I got
from my advertisement,

but I think you'll do swell.

Shall we say a one-month trial?

- Thank you, Mr. Del Mar.
- Mm.

Live-in, of course.

I understand.

Grant?

Will you take Miss Stewart
upstairs to meet Pop?

Thank you, sir.

Who are you?

I'm your new companion.

Sit down.

Come closer,
where I can see you.

What's your name?

I'm Sam.

That's not a woman's name.

It's short for Samantha.

Samantha Stewart.

You're very cute.

Thank you.

Read to me.

"The Silver Bullet"?

"The Anderson place
was on Olive Street,

close by Sixth on the East Side.

The wind was blowing the
litter across the sidewalk,

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

in a room above the
Chinese launderette,

and a blank-faced man
stood outside, waiting."

She'll do.

Thank you, sir.

Nuremberg?

Yes. Knowles had
come from Nuremberg.

He went straight to
the university archive,

where he removed a photograph.

The photograph was of
a group of businessmen

who were Nazi sympathizers.

Well, the police didn't
find one on the body.

Do you know the
reason he was killed?

No.

And we're unlikely
to find it here.

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

Well, that's where
the answers are.

Mrs. Stephens.

Can I come in?

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

I've just come from there.

I only live 'round the corner.

Come in.

Please.

Do sit down.

Oh.

Sorry.

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

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, thank you.

I've spoken to Horace
Chorley at the union,

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

I'm sure Mr. Richardson
told lies about me.

He doesn't like me.

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

But he won't give
me my job back.

Your position has been taken

by the man Mr. Richardson
says you replaced during the war.

That wasn't what he told me.

Well, as you are
aware, your replacement,

Mr. Buckingham, was
very badly injured at Anzio.

And I'm very sorry for him.

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

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

You won't get me my job back?

You're the same as all of them.

The boss, the trade union,
the MP, the new supervisor.

And have you
noticed? You're all men.

There are plenty of
other jobs out there.

- I can help you...
- I don't want to be a teacher

or a shop assistant.

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

When I first got the job at
Richardson's, it was a godsend.

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

Please.

Now it's been
taken away from me.

You're a...

But you will help me.

I know you will. Please. I...

Adam?

Sam.

This is very nice of you, Alec.

I bet you don't pay.

My department is always
happy to show its appreciation.

I know.

When did they make you Sir Alec?

Back in '43.

Services to spying?

I was at the Admiralty.

Well, maybe you
can get one for me.

Why not? You did it for Ike.

General Eisenhower
received the Order of Merit,

but that was honorary.

Forget it.

I'm pulling your leg.

We are grateful.

You should be.

I've heard from Tehran.

I'm going in next week.

Oh, that's very good.

Very good?

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

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

He's the only one who
can untangle this agreement

his government
made with the Soviets.

Will he deal with us?

No.

Last time he got into
bed with you Brits,

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

as the shah was
getting from his oil.

But he'll deal with you.

What can I say?

We went to the same school.

Mm.

You want to stop
Soviet expansion

in the Middle East, Alec.

♪ That's what it's all about ♪

What can we do to help?

I'll let you know
if I need anything.

In the meantime, keep out of it.

And by that, I mean
right out, okay?

I had a visit from
one of your people.

Foyle.

I don't want to see him again.

I didn't like his style.

Well, his job is to protect
you. A man was killed.

I have my own
protection. Thanks anyway.

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

He's on his way to Nuremberg.

You don't say?

Anything happens to
me, you can forget Iran.

You know that.

I trust you completely.

I don't suppose any
of our other friends

have tried to contact you.

I didn't know you
had other friends.

The Soviets.

Why on earth
would I talk to them?

Oh, one of my people
mentioned a name.

Nikolei Leskov.

Never heard of him.

Really.

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

Of course.

Lovely house.

"Finnan was wrapped in a
dark Shetland sports coat

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

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

I was surprised he
could see anything

of the world around him.

But maybe he
preferred it that way."

That's enough.

What did you say your name was?

Sam Stewart.

Miss Stewart, talk to me.

Talk?

You're being paid
for your conversation.

How long have
you been like this?

Ill.

I'm dying. Maybe six months.

Maybe a year.

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

I met Hitler once, you know.

Strong man.

Great man.

Great leader.

Did what he had to.

Made Germany strong again

and gave the Germans
back their self-respect.

He lost the war.

Now he's gone, there is no one.

Stalin's a tyrant.

Truman's weak.

Hell in a handcart.

Do you believe in
hell, Miss Stewart?

No. Actually, I don't.

Then you don't know anything.

Get out. I want to sleep.

Oh. Hello.

Nuremberg means Linz.

There can't be any other reason.

Can you reach him?

It's all taken care of.

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

Yes, sir.

Can I help you?

That's my husband's den.

Yes. I-I thought I
heard him talking.

You're not meant to go in there.

Oh, I-I wasn't going to.

I'm Edith Del Mar.

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

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

None of them ever are.

Oh, hello, honey.

What are you doing here?

I was just explaining
to your wife...

I was just taking a look around.

Does my father not need you?

No. He said he's
had enough for today.

Then maybe you
should go to your room.

Right.

Was she listening?

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

She was just wandering around.

How was your flight?

Well, RAF transport
and all that that means.

What's your role here?

I'm an observer.

I'm here to ensure that
everything's fair and square.

How about you?

Last time we met, you
were a police officer...

Or pretending to be.

What is it now?

Do you know,
I'm not at all sure.

So you knew William Knowles?

Yes. Of course.

He was a translator here.

Quite close to some
of the prisoners.

Too close if you ask me.

You look worn out.

Do you like coffee?

I wouldn't say no. Thank you.

We're like a family here...
Lawyers, translators, typists,

screeners, secretaries,
doctors, and psychologists.

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

Thank you.

We're not dealing with
Nazi bigwigs anymore.

Now it's Germany's
industrialists.

There's a view that some
of them should be tried

for their part in the war.

Is that your view?

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

Studied neutrality.

That's my watchword.

And, uh, how many
prisoners are there?

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

And, of course, they
don't see things our way.

They don't think the war

or politics was
anything to do with them.

For them, it was just business.

Knowles was too
friendly, you say?

That was my observation.

With anyone in particular?

Herman Linz.

He doesn't really
need a translator.

Speaks pretty good English.

Works for IG Farben.

Well, they all do.

Possible to see him?

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

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

But he should be
in his cell by now.

I'll take you down there.

Apart from Knowles,

does Linz have contact
with anyone else outside?

Uh, his lawyer, and they're
allowed one letter a week.

No parcels.

Every aspect of life is
strictly regulated here.

- Mm-hmm.
- Showers once a week.

30 minutes' exercise.

Even the way they sleep.

They can't face
away from the door.

We keep a light on
them all day and night.

Here. This is him.

It looks like he's asleep, sir.

Herr Linz, I have
a visitor for you.

Oh, geez.

Davey! Open the gate!

Morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

Sir. Linz is dead.

Linz?

Do I know that name?

Well, you ought to.

William Knowles was his
translator at Nuremberg.

Oh. Bloody Nuremberg.

We do not need these
industrialists in jail.

We need them out and
rebuilding their economy.

It's an extraordinary
breach of security.

I have nothing to do with
security at Nuremberg.

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

I hope you're not suggesting

what I think you're
suggesting, Miss Pierce.

I'm just saying if there
was a link between them,

it's quite a coincidence.

Is that what Foyle believes?

Foyle's still in Nuremberg.

Well, bring him home.

If this man Linz is dead,

there's no reason
for him to stay.

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

but just how far will
we go to protect him?

Yes?

Understood.

Sam?

Mr. Valentine.

I cannot imagine how
this could have happened.

Suicide should be
impossible here.

Uh, the prisoners are
searched from head to toe

every time they
return to their cells.

It shouldn't have happened.

I can see that.

This isn't about
retribution, Foyle.

It is about justice.

The IG Farben
factory at Monowitz

was built using labor
from the Auschwitz camps,

and the Reich's war
machine urgently needed

the synthetic rubber and the
oils which the factory produced.

Thousands of people
died in that process

in the most
appalling conditions.

Linz worked as a
manager at that factory,

and he must have known
what was happening.

The world needs to
know what these men did.

He had some kind
of seizure, you say?

Is that right?

Uh, yes.

And this is a
coincidence, is it,

that this report of
William Knowles' death

is on the table in
front of him as he dies?

Where'd he get this?

Uh, well, they are
allowed newspapers.

It's pretty rare to
get one from London.

Um, do you think
that was enough to...

He was very upset.

In fact, he was
nearly hysterical.

I don't know, sir. He was
reading the newspaper.

All of a sudden,
he starts shouting

and banging at the door.

It's all right. Stay calm.

What is it? What's going on?

Deakin... you have to help me.

You have to protect me.

In my office.

Der Höllander.

Der hinter.

You have... You
have to get it for...

What have you done to him?

I just gave him a sedative.

What was he saying?

You remember anything he said?

He was going in
and out of German.

He said something about
something in his office.

Der Höllander...
The... the Dutchman.

Do we know any Dutchmen?

The Dutchmen was behind it.

He... He wanted me to
find something in his office.

Where's his office?

It's at the factory at Monowitz.

Um, he didn't get away in
time, and they arrested him there.

But perhaps that's
what he meant.

Can we go to the office?

Well, it wouldn't be easy.

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

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

Um, I thought your
people wanted you back.

Yeah. They can wait.

Gonna be leaving
in a few days, Pop.

You gonna be all right?

You think I can't
manage without you?

That's not what I said.

You think you're
ready, don't you?

Think you can run this
company without me.

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

Did you kill William Knowles?

Who told you about that?

I know everything that
happens in this house.

Just answer me.

I dealt with him.

That was stupid.

What else could I do?

I was trying to clear up
the mess you had made.

- Mess?
- You know what I mean.

- I founded this company.
- Oh.

I made this the second-largest
petroleum corporation

in the world.

And what I did I did
to protect its interests.

You backed the
wrong horse, Papa.

The Germans lost the war.

I backed all the
horses, Clayton.

That's what brought us through.

And now I have to sit here
and watch it being lost to a boy

who can't even
choose his own tie.

You read your book, Papa.

Where's that new girl?

- I don't trust her.
- What?

One reply to your
advertisement, Clayton.

One reply.

Doesn't that tell you something?

You're crazy.

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

Doesn't matter.

We just want to
know you're safe.

Well, I don't know about that.

The house is a fortress.

There's a high wall
around the grounds

and a permanent
sentry at the front gate.

The father is creepy,

and Mrs. Del Mar
is a little bit mad.

Have you heard anything?

Clayton Del Mar is off
to Tehran in three days.

That's Iran, isn't it?

Yes.

Do you know why he's going?

He didn't say.

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

We think there might be a
photograph in the house...

A group of men, possibly
with Hitler, taken in 1939.

It would tie in Clayton Del
Mar with William Knowles.

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

Quick as you can
before he leaves.

If you need any help,

put something in the window
at the front where we can see it.

Like what?

My hat?

Yeah. That'll do. But
only if you're in trouble.

We'll be right there.

Right.

Hello, George.

Miss Stewart, where
have you been?

I was just getting some air.

My father's been
waiting for you.

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

Keep an eye on her, okay?

Yes. Samantha Wainwright.

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

Thank you. Goodbye.

This is the factory.

Auschwitz is six miles away.

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

they were too exhausted to work.

So they built this
place... for convenience.

Monowitz.

They paid the SS
four reichsmarks a day

for skilled laborers,
three for unskilled.

There were children, too.

They were filthy.
They were starving.

They were covered
with lice... vermin.

When they couldn't work
anymore, they were shot.

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

I spoke to some
of the survivors.

You have no idea.

Every day, reports
were sent from Monowitz

to the head office at Frankfurt.

They knew.

They knew perfectly well how
the chemicals were being produced.

But they didn't care.
It was necessary.

It was good for business.

IG Farben built the planes.

They made the bombs.

They made the furnaces
and the Zyklon B crystals

that were used in
the gas chambers.

Without them,

Hitler would never have
got off the starting blocks.

And Linz was one of them.

His office is this way.

I have a feeling
we're wasting our time.

The Nazis were
fanatical record keepers.

They... They burnt everything

when they realized the
Allies were on their way.

We grabbed the rest.

So this is the office?

This is it.

Yeah.

Well, he sent you
here for a reason.

Obviously he wanted
you to find something

that he thought would
help him, save him.

Save him?

He committed suicide.

Did he?

He was killed.

As was Knowles

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

Otherwise why did
he come to England?

Dutchman?

What did he say?

He said a Dutchman
was behind it.

Flying Dutchman?

There's a Dutchman behind it?

Or is it behind the Dutchman?

Nothing.

No secret compartment.

Right.

Well.

- Is that Linz?
- That's him.

- Who's the other?
- No idea.

How's your German?

Can get by.

Schiff... "boat," correct?

Uh-huh.

Die...

It's a shipping order.

Some English. The
Eleanor Lee. Another boat?

- Mm-hmm.
- Could be.

All right, sir.

Oh, Viktor.

The Eleanor Lee.

Yes.

She was an American merchantman

on her way to New
York via Tenerife.

This is a copy of the manifest.

Basically we were
selling everything we could

for the war effort.

Including 2,000
gallons of whiskey?

Wasted on the
Americans if you ask me.

There was an attempted
robbery to steal it

the night she sailed.

Uh, two local lads.

One of them died inexplicably
quite soon afterwards.

The other one is still alive.

Lives in a caravan on
the Southampton docks.

This is as close as we've got.

Very good.

Oh, you might like to know
that the ship was owned by...

- Global American Oil?
- Yes.

Well done. Thank you.

You stay here, Grant.

Yes, sir.

Clayton?

Where's Mr. Del Mar?

I'm afraid you've just
missed him, milady.

Oh. Fine.

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

Yes. Of course.

I'm so sorry. I'll...
I'll do it at once.

Well, I'll come with you.

I wonder if we need to
get that chimney swept.

He suffers so
much from the dust.

What are you doing in here?

I was just looking
for Mr. Del Mar.

He's clearly not here.

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

What do you want him for?

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

I'll tell him you were here.

Thank you.

It was just a lark, really.

That was all.

40 barrels of malt whiskey.

Do you know what that
would have been worth?

How did you even
know it was there?

Friend of a friend.

We were gonna nick it.

Not all of it. Just a
couple of jerricans.

That was it.

Johnny didn't even
want to be there.

He always did what
I said, poor sod.

Tell me what happened.

We managed to get onto the boat.

- Guards, soldiers...
- Let's go.

They were useless.

We snuck down to
hold number three.

This is it. Go on.

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

This is the one.

Here we go.

We were gonna suck
the whiskey out... vacuum.

We did the same thing when
we were half-inching petrol

from cars.

Here. Do it.

Then it all went wrong.

Shut up!

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

He couldn't breathe.

Hey! Hey, you!

They heard us, so I grabbed
him, and we scrammed.

Hey! Get back here!

John was as sick
as a dog that night.

I thought he was going to die.

But the next day, he
seemed a bit better.

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

Then what?

We got nicked.

Bogies knew who we
were, and we got picked up.

Both given a birching.

We were lucky
it weren't borstal.

Johnny was never
really the same after that.

He'd have these fits.

And then one day he just died.

But I'll tell you something.

Whatever was in those
barrels... it weren't bloody whiskey.

Tetraethyl lead?

Yes, quite possibly.

Sickness, memory
loss, fits of anger,

convulsions, death.

You said the ship was
owned by, um... Who is it?

Global American Oil.

And this young man sipped
the liquid from out of the barrel.

Assuming it was
whiskey. That's right.

Would have been
absolutely frightful.

How very sad.

Tetraethyl lead
is a fuel additive.

Is that right?

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

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

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

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

Well, that's very
perceptive of you, Grant.

So what did she want?

This drawer is open.

She's taken the photograph.

You kept it?

You watch your place, Grant.

The doors are all locked?

Yes, sir.

She can't get out.

Let's find her.

Have you seen her?

Who?

You know, Pop. The girl.

Oh, cottoned on to
her at last, have you?

- You took your time.
- Yeah, Papa.

You were right. You're
always goddamn right.

You can't manage
without me, Clayton.

That's your problem.

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

Grant!

And we must be able
to be finished by 10:00.

Yes. All right.

- Thank you.
- Ma'am.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you looking for something?

Actually, I'm trying to get out.

- Grant! Where are you?
- The doors are all locked.

Clayton has the keys. I
can call him if you like.

No.

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

Are you in trouble?

Yes.

I think I am.

Have you checked
the back stairs?

Well, check again!

Thank you.

Where is she?

Who?

Check the rooms at the back!

She's not in there.

Miss Stewart...
you can't get out.

Miss Stewart.

Grant?

Mr. Del Mar wants to
see you, Miss Stewart.

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

I'm afraid not.

Come away from the gate.

Get inside.

No.

Actually, Miss Stewart
is coming with me.

Well done. Open the gate.

Got it.

How'd you get in?

Piece of cake.

Sam?

Sam, I am so glad to see you.

And I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

So am I.

That woman who was here...

She was absolutely
nothing to me.

She was a constituent,

and I should never
have let her in.

I shouldn't have stormed out.

I'd been beastly to you.

Will you forgive me?

Of course I forgive you.

Will you forgive me?

What for?

You were right.

I-I put myself in danger,

and I had absolutely
no right to do that.

The baby's too important.

I'll tell Mr. Foyle I have
to give up work at once.

No.

I was wrong.

I've been completely two-faced.

On the one hand,

I was defending the right
of a woman I'd never met

to work in a wireless factory.

And on the other, I was
putting pressure on you

to do something
against your wishes.

I know how much your
work means to you.

And you shouldn't have to stop.

Well, I'll have to eventually.

In your own time.

I'm glad I married
you, Mr. Wainwright.

Not as glad as I am
that I married you.

I'm leaving for the airport now.

You'll have to look after Pop.

Why can't I come with you?

'Cause you can't.
There's no question of it.

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

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

So a photograph of Andrew
Del Mar from some archive

is at his house.

That proves nothing.

And what exactly was
Mrs. Wainwright doing

at Clayton Del Mar's house?

Reading.

She was unauthorized.

She was spying on Del Mar

and could have disrupted a
hugely sensitive operation.

But she brought
in that photograph,

which directly links Del
Mar in with William Knowles.

It's... It's evidence

that he had good reason
to have Knowles murdered.

Well, we can't touch Del
Mar. He's too important to us.

And I understand why
you want Iranian oil

and you need him to negotiate.

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

It is not just about oil.

It is about British influence
in the entire region.

Del Mar can get an
audience with the shah.

We can't.

We have nothing
on Clayton Del Mar.

I disagree.

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

They actively contributed
to the Nazi war effort.

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

with 2,000 gallons of
whiskey, bound for America.

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

The whiskey had been
replaced with tetraethyl lead.

Tetraethyl lead is an
aviation fuel additive.

Neither did the barrels
ever reach America.

They were unloaded
at a stopover in Tenerife

and reloaded onto a German
vessel bound for Hamburg,

where they were gratefully
received by the Luftwaffe.

What beggars belief is
that this tetraethyl lead,

without which the
Luftwaffe couldn't fly,

was manufactured here in Britain

by a subsidiary company
of Global American,

enabling the Luftwaffe
to fly straight to Britain

to decimate London and
the rest of the country.

Have you got any proof of this?

This is the shipping order

and details of the cargo
being separated at Tenerife.

Tetraethyl lead is listed
as "alcoholic spirits."

Where did you get these?

These were hidden in the
office of the IG Farben employee

who oversaw the
shipment, Herman Linz.

When he found himself
on trial in Nuremberg,

facing the a probable
death sentence

along with other IG
Farben employees,

he thought this information
would be sufficient

to blackmail Del Mar

into using his influence
to get him released.

So he sent William
Knowles back to London

to put pressure on Del Mar.

Yes. William Knowles was bribed.

With what?

I don't know.

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

He also arranged for
Linz to die in his cell.

I wonder how he did that.

I'll be back in a week.

You can't come back.

Is that what you think?

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

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

And, you know, when I get back,

maybe I'm gonna change
things around this house.

Maybe I'm getting tired
of having you on my back

all the time.

You think about that!

Clayton!

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

British interests
in the Middle East?

Where's Del Mar now?

He's flying to
Tehran later today.

Have you any idea
how much it may cost us

if this meeting
does not go ahead?

Well, it's your decision.

Bring him in.

There's something
else you should know.

My Soviet Embassy
contact is dead.

How?

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

No. I'll take those.

You look after Mrs. Del Mar.

Driver!

Bags?

You could have
parked a little closer.

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

You're off, then?

Yes.

With your new passport?

William wrote to me.
He told me to get it.

Anywhere nice?

Very easy to find out.

America.

There's a new machine.

It's called a dialyzer.

It can save my life.

Expensive?

Yes.

What did your
husband bring back?

I can sell them in New York.

They'll pay for my treatment.

You probably know
where these came from.

Yes.

And that would be where?

Monowitz.

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

But if you take them
from me... I will die.

Will she be all right?

She'll be fine.

Thank you for coming.

What was it?

Diamonds.

Did you let her keep them?

What would you have done?