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(Drone of aircraft and air-raid siren)

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

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

It's a merchant ship, Johnny. No one's going to see us.

In, out.

Shake it all about.

- You're mad. - Come on.

(Man whistling)

He said No.3.

Go on.

That's it.

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

Take it easy.

Easy. buddy. Easy does n.

Lower her down, lower her down.

PSI.

High Castle. This is it!

Right, you're all set, Captain.

Ah, thank you.

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

(Alarm)

GO! Go!

Go! Come on!

What the hell?

Come on! Come on!

They're after us.

Oi!

(Whistle)

Come on!

Oi. come on! Hey!

Come here! Hey! Stop!

L said, Slop!

Over here, come on!

Come here now!

Check over there.

Let's go, let's go!

(Bell)

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.

Lei 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.

Well, there'd appear to be a connection.

- When was he found? - This morning.

About 9.30.

So he could have been killed around ten last night.

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

- Understand? - I do.

William Knowles, eh?

Should be right up your street

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

Nice straightforward bit of detective work for you.

Noticeable over-use 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 'rt 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.

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 son of a question's that? - Well, you never talk about it.

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

We're having a baby, I'm thrilled, it's what we always wanted. What's to talk about?

You haven't told them yet, have you?

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

Do we have to do this now?

- I'd like to know. - Because...

You're 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 ll.

Will you give up politics to sit in a room full of nappies and baby powder?

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

It's exactly the same.

I'll tell them when I'm ready. Now, if you don't mind, I don't want to be late.

- (Door slams) - Oh.

Polish on that

FOYLE: How would you like to snap jobs?

Bea 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.

Y, of course you do.

I wasn't being serious.

Everything all light?

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

But nothing to worry about. Quite the opposite.

They've got jam in there, come on.

Good morning, ladies. Come and get 'rt while you can.

It's on the left here.

Adam, is he all light?

He mixes being a PPS. And of course, now all he thinks about is...

his work.

Nice start to the day.

I'll be five minutes.

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

Stabbed in the back, severing the spine. He would have died instantly.

Is there a suggestion that he was running away?

I wouldn't have said so, the entry wound is too precise.

This is someone who definitely knew what they were doing.

They must have crept up behind him.

Right

He'd been abroad very recently.

How do you know that?

The contents of his stomach.

I won't go into the gruesome details, but he's been feasting on rations you won't find 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...

Are you all light?

- 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?

- Not for another six months. - (Knock at door)

That's great news. I'm really happy for you.

Excuse me, there's no one outside.

That's all right, do come in. Take a seat

Are you Mr Wainwright?

I'm Adam Wainwright.

This is Glenvil Harris, my constituency chairman.

How can I help?

Stephens. Vera Stephens.

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

I've been to my trade union, the Citizens Advice Bureau, and no one wants to know.

Well, what's happened?

I work a1 Richardson's. Do you know them?

- The wireless factory. - That's the one.

I started working there two years into the war.

They were glad to have us then.

Us?

Women.

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

Eight pounds 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, because 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.

I have an appointment with Mr Clayton Del Mar.

Y, Mr Foyle.

- Do come in. - Thank you.

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

- You're in the Security Service? - Y.

You must tell me howl can help you.

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

- Is that light? - 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?

It puts tariffs on global products,

makes 'rt pretty much impossible for Germany to pay off its debts.

And the Versailles treaty? That was crazy to start with.

Make war inevitable, and for what?

50 million people dead, maybe more.

Anyway...

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

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

Knowles?

I'm afraid I don'! know him.

Found dead not far from here in Hyde Park.

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 my address, all right.

But he didn't come here.

When was this?

- Yesterday. - Ten o'clock yesterday?

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

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

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

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

- With a specific appointment, 'rt looks like. - Ten o'clock.

Yeah.

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

It could well have been 10am yesterday or even ten this morning.

I don'! assume anything, Mr Foyle.

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

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

Who was he, anyway?

He was a professor at University College.

Ah, Well...

my father and myself have given a lot of money to a lot of colleges.

You give to the one, the others come begging.

Ain't that the way with you Limeys?

I did not meet with your Mr Knowles.

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

I understand. Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Gram.

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

I did exactly as you asked.

You got the photograph. y.

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. - What is it, baby?

I can'! 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.

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's office is on the first floor in the main quad.

Is he all light?

When did you last see him?

He was here just the other day.

- Which other day was that? - Thai would've been Tuesday.

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

He hadn't been here for two months.

I was beginning to think he'd left altogether.

It's just here, sir.

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

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

(Door opens)

Can I help you?

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

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

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

- The porter let me in. - Why?

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

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

Bea your pardon.

We're colleagues. We're friends. I work next door.

Then I'm sorry to have to tell you that Professor Knowles was found dead yesterday morning.

What?

Murdered.

In Germany?

Is that where he was?

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

Are you a policeman?

Not exactly. I'm primarily someone trying to help, which is proving rather difficult.

He was in Germany, is that light?

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 to the start of the war.

We all know how 'rt ended. It's important to understand how 'rt all began.

When was the last time you saw him?

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

Simply asking the questions that need to be answered 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, 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.

A serial number. Does that mean anything?

That's a photographic file.

Empty.

Is 'rt possible to find out what 'rt 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. Mr.

SAM: So she was married for ten years?

When did they tell her?

Yesterday.

- So are you happy to do this? - Y, absolutely.

Good.

I don'! 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.

(Coughs)

How long have you been ill?

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

Kidneys.

I'm in pain, I find 'rt 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.

(Coughs)

Ten years we were married.

And we were happy together. Then this.

Did he ever talk to you about his work?

(Coughs)

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?

(Exhales) He brought me a few things.

He got them from the Americans.

Soap and chocolate.

And that

I don't know why he brought that.

I don't even drink whisky.

He doesn't like 'rt either.

Well done.

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

She certainly wasn't telling the truth.

(In Russian):

Clayton Delmar.

Global American Oil.

Clayton Delmar?

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

I'm heading for the office.

Oh, wish me luck.

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

- The Iranian-Soviet Oil Company. - Never call 'rt that, 'rt doesn't exist.

- Right. - It's illegal.

If you don'! believe that, how will you persuade them?

And don'! 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...

- 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.

Don'! be like that, Pop. We're looking for someone.

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

She annoyed me.

The doctors coming in this afternoon.

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

Yes, I met Mrs Stephens and I told her there was nothing more I could do.

But you are her union rep.

We do represent the workers at Richardson's Wireless but we have no women members.

- Because you don't allow them. - All 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 a1 all.

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

Most of them left voluntarily.

I think you're being a little hypocritical, Mr Wainwright, with respect.

Your government keeps closing down nurseries to force women out of work.

- That's not why. - There are too many nurseries.

They're underused and too expensive.

Well...I’ve said my piece.

Thanks for coming in, Mr Chorley.

Do you know what I think?

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 light 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 whisky? - Not much, sir.

- I prefer mother's ruin. - I thought so.

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

Sir.

And a woman called Elizabeth Addis, University College lecturer. See if we've got anything.

Right away, sir.

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

How thoughtful. What do you want?

There's a coincidence that might interest you.

I have a low-level contact a1 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.

Not the sort of place my employers would like to know I frequented.

Anyway, he's a waiter a1 the embassy.

According to him, a Soviet agent flew in recently, could be NKVD.

At any rate, highly regarded, name of Leskov.

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

What son of business?

He couldn't tell me, but I've asked him to dig a bit deeper.

- I thought Delmar 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 Delmar's father, he's an invalid.

'Single intelligent woman wanted for conversation and companionship.'

Oh, yes? And who might you have in mind?

(Knock a1 door)

Sir?

No.

Bernie, wail here.

Gentlemen...Stalin wants your oil.

That's all he wants.

He's offered to return your territories in Azerbaijan and Turkestan,

but he will never do that

In the meantime, you have set up the company, Iranian-Soviet Oil,

and given him a 51% share in your oil.

5196!

Forgive me, but that's crazy.

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

Lei 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.

Very nice to meet you. Have a safe trip.

Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

Well, Gram...

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 wouldn't 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.

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 Delmar.

We're having luncheon together.

How very pleasant

He's spoken to the Shah's advisers

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

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

Not a1 the same time.

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

- Should I have? - 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 Delmar? 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 a1 all sure about this.

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

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

It's about time I made myself useful.

Only on condition that somebody monitors this throughout.

I'll do it myself.

Look after yourself.

I haven't got the job yet.

What happens if they don'! pick me?

I rather think they will, there were no other applicants. We made sure of that.

Come on.

And that's about all there is. It's a malt whisky, distilled in Tain,

very popular with the Americans.

You're absolutely light

And Elizabeth Addis - total clearance.

Two years in the Cairo office, planning assistant to Lord Glencona, then Major-General Stowell.

Then she came back to London,

advising on SoE Middle-East affairs.

Her husband died in a car accident, no children.

Right, thank you.

What do you think of Vera Stephens?

Attractive woman.

Am I right to be supporting her?

- Why do you ask? - I'm 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.

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'! deny it.

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

But she didn't want to.

I told her from the very start, 'rt was a temporary position.

That's not how Mrs Stephens remembers it.

I did what I could for her, a job on the production line. It was as much as she deserved.

George!

You wanted to see me, sir?

George, I was wondering if those parts had arrived.

- English Electric, sir? - Aye.

No, I'm afraid not I've been on a1 them, I can get them on the blower.

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

George Buckingham, our production supervisor.

The man that Mrs Stephens replaced.

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

He was in Italy, and he copped it a1 Anzio.

Thai 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? 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?

Y, 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. They were honorary members and special guests -

Dutch, American, even British, all looking to the Russian oilfields.

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?

That's the question. How long had be been a1 Nuremberg?

Two months.

And translating for whom?

I'm sorry to say I have no idea.

This is where I turn off.

Oh, yeah.

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 a1 all.

I owe you an apology-

Accepted.

Bye.

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 schon and get out.

You can do nothing for me.

Raus!

I'll wail 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 in the war.

- Y. - Before that, a teacher.

In Hastings.

Your father is a vicar.

Y, and I have an uncle who's a bishop. We're a very religious family.

Unmarried.

Shortage of men.

Of course.

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

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

Agatha Christie, Ellery Queen...

- Clime novels? - Y.

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 'rt was my daddy who turned 'rt into the worldwide corporation 'rt 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. - He should be in Palm Beach, not in London.

But he won't hear of it.

I suppose family matters to him.

Business matters to him, Miss Stewart.

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

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

I honour him.

And I want his remaining years to be comfortable.

I have to say, I am disappointed with the response I got from my advertisement.

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

Thank you, Mr Del Mar.

- Live-in, of course. - I understand.

Grant?

Will you take Miss Stewart upstairs to meet Pop?

Thank you, sir.

Who are you?

I'm your new companion.

Si! 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?

(Clears throat)

'The Anderson place was on Olive Street,

close by Sixth on the East Side.

The wind was blowing the liner across the sidewalk,

and as I climbed out of the czar,

I could hear a dog barking, in a room above the Chinese launderette.

And a blank-faced man stood outside wailing.'

She'll do.

Thank you, sir.

Nuremberg?

Knowles came from Nuremberg, went to the university archive and removed a photograph.

The photograph was of a group of businessmen who were Nazi sympathisers.

The police didn't find one on the body. Do you know the reason he was killed?

No.

And we're unlikely to find it here.

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

Well, that's where the answers are.

Mrs Stephens.

Can I come in?

You should really see me a1 the constituency office.

I've just come from there.

I only live round the corner.

Come in.

Please.

Do sit down.

SOT“ -

I 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 a1 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.

As you are aware, your replacement, Mr Buckingham, was very badly injured at Anzio.

And I'm very sorry for him.

But I don'! see what that's got to do with it.

I don'! 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...

Have you noticed? You're all men!

There are plenty of other jobs out there.

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 a1 Richardson's, it was a godsend.

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

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

But you will help me.

I know you Will, please.

Adam?

Sam!

(Door slams)

This is very nice of you, Alec.

I bet you don't pay.

My department is always happy to show its appreciation.

When did they make you 'Sir' Alec?

- Back in '43. - Services to spying?

I was a1 the Admiralty.

Well, maybe you could get one for me.

Why not? You did 'rt 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.

- 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?

Only he can untangle this agreement his government made with the Soviets.

But 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 revenues as the Shah got for his oil.

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

We went to the same school.

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, OK?

- I had a visit from one of your people. - Foyle.

I don't want to see him again.

I didn't"! like his Style.

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'! say.

Anything happens to me, you can forget Iran.

You know that

I trust you completely.

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

Didn't know you had other friends.

The Soviets.

(Laughs)

Why on earth would I talk to them?

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.

'Finn 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.

But maybe he preferred 'rt 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.

- 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-reaped.

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'! know anything.

Get out.

I want to sleep.

Hello.

CLAYTON: Nuremberg means Linz, there can'! be any other reason.

GRANT: Can you reach him? - It's all taken care of.

- I'm in Iran next week, flying to Tehran. - Yes, sir.

WOMAN: May I help you?

That's my husbands den.

Y, I thought I heard him talking.

You're not meant to go in there.

I wasn't going to.

I'm Edith Del Mar.

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

I don'! suppose you'll be with us for very long. None of them ever are.

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'! think so.

She was just wandering around.

DEAKIN: How was your flight?

FOYLE: RAF transport and all that that means

- What's your role here? - I'm an observer.

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

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

What is 'rt now?

I'm not a1 all sure.

- So you knew William Knowles? - Y, of course.

He was a translator here, quite close to some of the prisoners - too close, if you ask me.

He looked worn out.

Would you like coffee?

I wouldn't say no. Thank you.

We're like a family here - lawyers, translators, typists...

...screeners, secreted...

doctors and psychologists.

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

- Thank you. - We're not dealing with Nazi bigwigs any more.

Now it's Germany's industrialists.

There's a view that some of them should be tried for their part in the war.

Is that your view?

Oh, I don'! have a view, Mr Foyle.

Studied neutrality, that's my watchword.

How many prisoners are there?

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

Of course, they don'! 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?

Hermann Linz.

He doesn't really need a translator, speaks pretty good English.

Works for IG Farben - well, they all do.

Possible to see him?

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

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

But he should be in his cell by now. I'll take you down there.

(Door is unlocked)

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

His lawyer.

And they're allowed one letter a week.

No parcels.

Every aspect of life is strictly regulated here -

showers once a week,

30 minutes exercise,

even the way they sleep.

They can'! face away from the door.

We keep a right on them all bloody night

Here, this is him.

It looks like he's asleep, sir.

Herr Linz, I have a visitor for you.

Ah, jeez!

(shouts)

(Alarm bell rings)

- Morning, ma'am. - Good morning.

Sir, Linz is dead.

Linz?

- Do I know that name? - You ought to.

William Knowles was his translator at Nuremberg.

Bloody Nuremberg!

We do not need these industrialists in jail,

we need them out and rebuilding their economy.

It's an extraordinary breach of security.

I have nothing to do with security a1 Nuremberg.

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

I hope you're not suggesting what I think you are, Miss Pierce.

I'm just saying, if there was a link between them, it's quite a coincidence.

- Does Foyle believe that? - Foyle's still in Nuremberg.

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?

(Telephone rings)

Yes?

Understood.

(Letterbox rattles)

Sam?

Miss Valentine?

I judged he was fit to return to his cell.

I cannot imagine how this could have happened.

Suicide should be impossible here.

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 labour from the Auschwitz camps.

The Reich's war machine urgently needed the synthetic rubber and oils the factory produced.

Thousands of people died in that process, in the most appalling conditions.

Linz worked as a manager at that factory and 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 light?

Er...y.

This is coincidence, is it,

that this report of William Knowles' death is on the table in front of him as he dies?

Where did he get this?

Well, they are allowed newspapers. It's pretty rare lo gel one from London.

Do you think that was enough to...

He was very upset.

In fad, he was nearly hysterical.

He was reading a newspaper. All of a sudden, he starts shouting and banging a1 the door.

It's all right, slay calm!

- (Speaks German) - Please.

What is it? What's going on?

Deakin...

You have to help me.

You have to protect me.

(Speaks German)

In my office.

(Speaks German)

You have to get 'rt for us.

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

What was he saying? Can you remember anything he said?

He was going in and out of German.

He said something about someone a1 his office.

'Der Hollander' - the Dutchman.

Do we know any Dutchmen?

'The Dutchman who was behind it.'

He wanted me to find something in his office.

Where's his office?

At the factory at Monowitz. He didn't get away in time and they arrested him.

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

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.

I thought your people wanted you back?

Yeah, they can wail.

(Knock a1 door)

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

You think I can't manage without you?

- That's not what I said. - You think you're ready.

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.

- Thai was stupid. - What else could I do?

- I was trying to clear up the m you'd made. - Mess?

I founded this company, 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, the Germans lost the war.

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

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

who can'! even choose his own tie.

(Coughs)

You read your book, Papa.

- Where's that new gin? - I don'! 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.

It doesn't matter.

We just want to know you're safe.

I don'! know about that The house is a fumes.

There's a high wall around the grounds and a permanent sentry at the front gate.

The father is creepy.

And Mrs Del Mar's a little bit mad.

Have you heard anything?

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

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

Do you know why he's going?

He didn't say.

I don'! know what else I should be looking for.

We think there might be a photograph in the house,

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

It would tie in Clayton Del Mar with William Knowles.

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

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 fathers been waiting for you.

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

Keep an eye on her, OK?

Yes, Samantha Wainwright.

Please ask her to contact me as soon as 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 labourers, three for unskilled -

children too.

They were filthy, they were starving, they were covered with lice, vermin...

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

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

I spoke to some of the survivors.

You have no idea.

Every day, reports were sent from Monowitz to the head office at Frankfurt.

They knew perfectly well how the chemicals were being produced.

But they didn't care, 'rt was necessary, 'rt 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.

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

I've a feeling we're wasting our time.

The Nazis were fanatical record keepers.

They burnt everything when they realised the Allies were on their way.

And we grabbed the rest.

So this is the office?

This is it.

Yeah.

Well, Linz sent you here for a reason.

He obviously wanted you to find something that he thought would...

help him, save him.

Save him?

- He committed suicide. - Did he?

He was killed.

As was Knowles, as a result of whatever Linz had asked him or told him to do.

Otherwise, why did he come to England?

Dutchman.

What did he say?

He said Dutchman was...behind it?

The Flying Dutchman?

Is the Dutchman behind it?

Or is 'rt behind the Dutchman?

Nothing.

No secret compartment.

Oh.

Well...

- ls that Linz? - That's him.

- Who's the other? - No idea.

- Hows your German? - I can get by.

- 'Schiff' - boat, correct? - Uh-huh.

'Die...'

'Pramie' - The Bounty. It's a shipping order.

There's some English - The Eleanor Lee.

Another boat?

- Mm-hm. - Could be.

(Gulls cry)

All right, sir.

Viktor.

(Knock a1 door)

- The Eleanor Lee. - Y.

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

This is a copy of the manifest.

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

Including 2,000 gallons of whisky?

Wasted on the Americans, if you ask me.

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

Two local lads.

One of them died inexplicably quite soon afterwards.

The other one is still alive,

lives in a caravan on the Southampton docks.

This is as close as we've got.

Very good.

You might like to know the ship was owned by...

- Global American Oil? - Yes.

Well done, thank you.

- You slay here, Gram. - Y, sir.

(Knock a1 door)

EDITH: Clayton? Where's Mr Del Mar?

I'm afraid you just missed him, my lady.

Oh, fine.

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

Y, of course. I'm so sorry. I'll do it a1 once.

Well, I'll come with you.

I wonder if we need to get that chimney wept. He suffers so much from dust.

What are you doing in here?

I was just looking for Mr Del Mar.

He's clearly not here.

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

What do you want him for?

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

I'll tell him you were here.

Thank you.

It was just a lark, really.

Thai was all.

40 barrels of mall whisky.

Do you know what that would have been worth?

How did you even know it was there?

A friend of a friend.

We were gonna nick it.

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

Johnny didn't even 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

They were useless

We snuck down to hold No.3.

This is it. Go on.

That's where we knew we'd find it

This is the one.

We were gonna suck the whisky out...

a vacuum.

We did the me thing when we were half-inching petrol from cars

Here, do it.

(sucks)

But than it all went wrong.

(Coughs and splutters)

Shut up!

It was like he'd been punched in the throat

(Coughs)

Ha couldn't! breathe.

- Hey! - They heard us

So I grabbed him and we scammed.

Hey. get back here!

John was as sick as a dog that night

I thought he was going to die.

But the next day, he seemed a bit better.

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

Then what?

We got nicked.

Bogeys knew who we were and we got picked up.

Both giving a birching, we were lucky 'rt weren't borstal.

Johnny was never really the same after that

He'd have these fits.

And then one day, he just died.

I'll tell you something.

Whatever was in those barrels...

...it weren't bloody whisky.

Tetraethyl lead?

Yes, quite possibly-.

The sickness, memory loss,

fits of anger, convulsions, death.

- You said the ship was owned by... Who is it? - Global American Oil.

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

Assuming it was whisky. That's light

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

Tetraethyl lead is a fuel additive, is that light?

Whatever 'rt is, it's deadly stuff.

She was behind my desk?

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

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

That's very perceptive of you, Grant.

So what did she want?

This drawer is open.

She's taken the photograph.

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

- The doors are all locked? - Y, sir.

She can'! get out. Let's find her.

- Have you seen her? - Who?

You know, Pop, the gin.

Cottoned on to her at last? You took your time.

Yeah, Papa, you're always goddamn light

You can't manage without me, Clayton.

That's your problem.

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

Gram!

You must be able to be finished by ten.

- Y, all light - Thank you.

Ma'am.

- Hello. - Hello.

Are you looking for something?

Actually, I'm trying to get out.

- The doors are all locked. CLAYTON: Gram, where are you?

- 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?

Y...l think I am.

CLAYTON: Did you check the back stairs?

Check again!

Thank you.

Where is she?

Who?

- Check the rooms at the back! - She's not in there.

Miss Stewart?

You can'! get out.

(Exhales deeply)

Miss Stewart?

CLAYTON: Grant?

Mr Del Mar wants to see you, Miss Stewart.

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

I'm afraid not

Come away from the gate.

- Get inside. - Nope.

- (Gun clicks) - Actually, Miss Stewart is coming with me.

Well done. Open the gate.

Got it.

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

(Rings)

- (Door opens) - Sam?

Sam, I'm so glad to see you.

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

So am I.

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

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

I shouldn't have stormed out.

I've been beastly to you.

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

Will you forgive me?

What for?

You were right, I...

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

The baby's too important

I'll tell Mr Foyle I have to give up work a1 once.

No.

I was wrong.

I've been completely two-faced.

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

to work in a wireless factory,

and on the other...

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

I know how much your work means to you.

You shouldn't have to stop.

Well, I'm going to have to eventually.

In your own time.

I'm glad I married you, Mr Wainwright.

Not as glad as I am that I married you.

I'm leaving for the airport now.

You'll have to look after Pop.

Why can'! I come with you?

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

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

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

MYERSON: So a photograph of Andrew Del Mar from some archive is a1 his house.

That proves nothing.

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

Reading.

She was unauthorised.

She was spying on Del Mar and could have disrupted a hugely sensitive operation.

But she brought in that photograph which links Del Mar in with William Knowles.

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

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

And I understand why.

You want Iranian oil and you need him to negotiate.

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

It is not just about oil.

Ii is about British influence in the entire region.

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

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

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

they actively contributed to the Nazi war effort.

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

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

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

The whisky had been replaced with tetraethyl lead.

Tetraethyl lead is an aviation fuel additive.

Neither did the barrels ever reach America.

They were unloaded at a stopover in Tenerife,

and reloaded onto a German vessel bound for Hamburg,

where they were gratefully received by the Luftwaffe.

What beggars belief, is that this tetraethyl lead,

without which the Luftwaffe couldn't fly,

was manufactured 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.

HILDA PIERCE: 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 this?

These were hidden in the office of the IG Farben employee who oversaw the shipment, Linz.

When he found himself on trial in Nuremberg,

facing 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'! know.

In the end, 'rt 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'! 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.

(Bell rings)

Something else you should know - my Soviet Embassy nomads dead.

HOW?

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

I'll take those.

You look after Mrs Del Mar.

(Whistles) Drivel!

Bags?

(sighs)

You could have parked a little closer.

(groans)

Urgh!

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

You're off, then?

Yes-

With your new passport?

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

Anywhere nice?

Very easy to find out.

America.

There's a new machine.

It's called a dialyser.

It can save my life.

Expensive?

Yes-

What did your husband bring back?

I can sell them in New Yolk.

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'! belong to you?

But if you take them from me...

...l Will die.

Will she be all light?

She'll be fine.

Thank you for coming.

What was it?

Diamonds.

Did you let her keep them?

What would you have done?