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♪ Fur Elise

Morning.

Excuse me. Miss Pierce?

Yes?

I don't suppose you remember me.
No.

I didn't think you would.

This is for Elise.

Let me introduce you
to Damian White,

a thoroughly nasty piece of work.

Started life as a spiv -
eggs, cigarettes, petrol, all the
rest of it.

Since then he's branched out

and now runs a criminal network

that extends the length and breadth
of this country.

Can't the police arrest him?
Apparently they can't touch him.

He hides behind a legitimate
business selling luxury goods.

I wouldn't have thought
black market was our business.

Well, then you'd be wrong.

If people like White are allowed to
carry on,

they're going to end up bankrupting
the country.

At this moment, there are a million
forged petrol coupons in
circulation.

£13m worth of goods are stolen from
delivery trucks in one year alone.

We are not talking about
a few pairs of silk stockings.

This is organised crime
and on a massive scale.

The interest in him in particular?

Earlier this month, Mr White bought
himself a golf club out in Surrey.

Which will give you some idea
as to his wealth.

Here's one of the members.

Kuznetzov.

That's Kuznetzov.
Exactly.

Could it be a coincidence?
I don't think so.

Special Branch passed this on to us

and I believe we should make it a
priority.

The black market is one thing,

but cosying up to Soviet agents is
quite another.

They're playing golf together,
for heaven's sake!

Sir!
Mrs Wainwright, what are you doing?

I'm sorry, sir. It's Miss Pierce.

He was young. I'd say about 26.

Dark hair. Clean shaven.

He asked her if she remembered him,
and then he said, "This is for
Elise," and he shot her.

Why weren't you with her?
I was holding the door.

What about the driver?
Where was he when this was going on?

He dropped her off round the corner.
She often did that. She liked to get
fresh air.

I want a written report.
Yes, sir.

Who's Elise?

No-one at the security service.
Well, no-one that I know of.

A codename, perhaps?
It's a thought.

Hospital, please.

We're removed the bullets but I'm
afraid to say, she still hasn't
recovered consciousness.

Will she?
I can't tell.

Truth is, I'm amazed she's hung on
this far.

That kind of an impact, close range.

Excuse me.

Better put somebody on the door,
just in case he tries again.

I want you to find him,
bastard that did this.

God knows, I've had my differences
with her, but that woman is
extraordinary.

Throughout the war. SOE. Now.

She's given her life to the service.

Nothing can stop her.
Not even two bullets.

Exactly.
Are you in charge?

Sorry. You are?
Woodhead.

How is Miss Pierce?

They've operated but they can't tell
yet.

What do you know about this?

I was about to ask you the same
question. Don't be impertinent with
me.

You're in the service?
Yes.

I understand she was shot in the
street. How could you have allowed
that to happen?

And why isn't there a guard on her
door?

You know who that was?

Sir Ian Woodhead, MI6.
Director Of Operations.

Not someone to get on the wrong side
of.

Well, a bit late for me, I think.

Very much so.

If you'd like to follow me,
Miss Pierce's flat is on the second
floor.

Is this it? Somehow I was expecting
more.

Well, single, married to the job -
not much of a private life, I
wouldn't have thought.

What are we looking for?

No idea.

We've only got one name - Elise.

And a man in his 20's.

Not much to be getting on with.

It's why we're here.

Didn't she ever eat anything?

This might be a reasonable place to
start.

Special Forces Club.
Yeah, it's a club for SOE and
Intelligence.

Will they be able to help, do you
think?

If they'll let us in.

I'm very sorry, sir. I can't help
you. Hilda Pierce is a member here.

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

You don't need to. I'm telling you.
She's a member.

What is your business with Miss
Pierce? I'm trying to find out who
shot her.

Miss Pierce?

She's been shot?
That's right. This morning.

For God's sake, Kenton, let them in.
I'll sign for them.

As you wish, Mr Stafford.

Miss Pierce. Hilda.
Of course I knew her.

Everyone did.

She used to pop in now and then.
My section - MI(R).

Weapons. Time-delay fuses.
Limpet mines. Sticky bombs.

That's what we did.

We made devices that kill people
and we did it rather well.

I can talk to you, can't I?

I... think we're on the same side.

SOE. Special Operations Executive.

Who even remembers it?

End of the war, they threw us to the
wolves. Gubbins. Jefferies. The
whole lot of us.

One minute it's top secret,
cloak and dagger,

the next you're a bank clerk,
or you've opened a shop,

or you're lounging about in here.

"Elise." Is that a name
that means anything to you?

Not off hand. Was she one of Hilda's
girls?

Could be.

Trouble is, all the girls
had different names then.

In training and in the field.

I can ask around for you, if you
like. I'd be grateful.

Do you know what the life expectancy
of an operator was back then?

Six bloody weeks.

Here's to them, eh?

Don't you worry about it, Archie.

I'll see you at the Blue Lantern.

You look after yourself. Ta-ta.

Mr White?

Derek! Come in. Take a pew.

Nice to see you.

It's been a while.
Have you been avoiding me?

No. No, not at all.

It's all right, Neville, you can
leave us now. Go get yourself
something down in the bar.

You play golf, Derek?

Nah.
You should come and try a round.

Bring your lovely wife. Doris, isn't
it?

No, it's Doreen. And those kids of
yours. Six and nine?

That's it.
The thing is, Derek,

you and I have a business
arrangement.

You give me the information
and every month I give you
remuneration.

It couldn't be simpler, really.

Except, you seem to be letting the
side down.

Well, I haven't had any big runs
recently, so I haven't been in
touch.

That's not what I've heard.

I've heard you're going out tomorrow
from Redhill.

Half a million fags.
That's what I've heard.

I only found out last night.
I didn't have time to tell you.

Don't you worry.

That's why I invited you over.

A nice cup of char together.

A chat about old times.

And you can tell me.

What's the route?

Hello.
Hello.

What's that?
Whale.

Is it a new craving?

They say it tastes like beef.
It doesn't smell like beef.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Are you OK?
Just a twinge.

Sam, you're gonna have to talk to
the...

Yeah, I know. Once they see that
you're pregnant,

you're not going to be able to...
I know.

Something happened at work today,
Adam. I...

I can't really talk about it.

I can't leave right now.
It just... It wouldn't be fair.

You must do what you think's best...

but you're gonna have to do it soon.

How are you?
I'm very well. And you?

Fine.
Good.

How can I help?
I thought you should know that...

Hilda's been shot.

Hilda Pierce?

Well, how many Hildas do you and I
know?

Is she dead?
No, she's very ill,

and doing as well as can be expected
in the circumstances.

How long have you known Hilda?
Six years.

Since the SOE was established?

Shortly after, yes.

And in spite of that, in spite of
you being aware of my relationship to
Hilda within the service,

you've never once mentioned her
or acknowledged you even knew her.

There's a reason for that.

Hilda came to me. She explained that
you were unconventional and that
worried them.

She asked me to keep an eye on you
and report back.

And what was in the report?

Nothing.

If you'd mentioned all this,
I could have helped you

and saved you both a lot of trouble.

I didn't want to do that.

I met Hilda... and told her I had
too high a regard for you.

I said I couldn't do the job.

You'd perhaps understand
why I wouldn't necessarily believe
that.

So, you've heard, then?

You weren't going to tell me?

I'll be honest and say
it wasn't first on my list of
priorities.

So you don't think
this has something to do with Plato?

The thought had occurred to me,
but I don't see how it's possible.

No, the man that shot her
mentioned an agent - Elise.

He seems to have acted
out of some sort of personal
revenge.

You'll find him? Of course. They've
put a good man on the job.

So I understand.

She survived the night.

Well, that's something.

- Yes?
- Hello, Mr Foyle?

Stafford here.

I've got something for you.

Elise's real name was Sophie
Corrigan.

You can find her mother
at Allenbrook Lodge in Stratfield
Witney.

There's not much I can tell you
about my daughter's work, Mr Foyle,

because she never told me.

And I'm not sure there's very much I
can tell you about her family life
that will help you.

I was wondering about the SOE
and how she became a part of all
that.

Well, because they asked her.

A drab little letter from the War
Office, asking her to...

go to a building in Baker Street,
and that was it.

I suppose I should be proud of her,
but I'm not going to lie to you.

I wish she'd never gone.

♪ Fur Elise

You shouldn't play that.
What?

German music. You know what Miles
says.

Even Miles can't blame Beethoven for
the war.

I'm not so sure of that.

Where is he?
He's in the garden.

You do know what you're doing?
I've told you.

You've told me nothing,
and certainly not the truth.

Do credit me with a little
intelligence, Sophie.

I've not interfered.

I just... want you to be sure...

that you've thought it all through.

Yes.

You're just like your father.

You won't be told.

Now, come on. Finish it.

I like to hear you play.

♪ Fur Elise

She was killed... in Paris... in May,
'44.

It was her first mission.

An... only child?

No. She has an older brother, Miles.

Where is he?

You haven't told me
why you're asking all these
questions.

Well, someone...

who knew your daughter very well
was hurt rather badly yesterday.

A lot of people knew my daughter
rather well, Mr Foyle.

She was much loved.

Hilda Pierce. Would that mean
anything to you?

Oh, yes. Yes, I've met her.

She came here two years ago.

She was the one who told us
about Sophie's death.

Would Miles have met her?

Yes.

You wouldn't have a... photograph of
him, would you?

Why?

Well, I'm just curious.

♪ Fur Elise

You say someone was hurt,
but Miles wouldn't hurt anyone.

We've gone through a great deal, Mr
Foyle, especially Miles.

He's always been very sensitive
and... when his father left us, that
was bad enough.

But Sophie was everything to him,
and they were inseparable.

My son was a pilot, too.

Fighters?
Yes.

Then you'll know how hard it was for
them when it was all over.

I do.

Miles went for a job in insurance.

But he never got used to it.

He was always so...

..sad.

He still lives here with me but I
haven't seen him
since the morning of my birthday.

When was that?

Two days ago.

We were supposed to have dinner
together that evening, but he...

went out and never came back.

He was angry about something.

If... Miles ever does make an
appearance,

you might ask him to call me on that
number.

Of course.
Thank you.

Hello, Miss Pierce.

Let me take that.
Thank you.

I'll write to you.

Why does she have to go?

She'll come back.

You got 'em?
Yeah, they're in the back.

All right. Get to work.

Come on.
Give me that.

Let's get the story straight.
Yeah.

You were driving along,
when a man stepped out dressed as a
copper.

I slowed down.
You stopped.

Yeah, I stopped.
He dragged you out of the cabin...

and made you sit down.
Yeah.

Yeah, and I never seen his face.
That's right.

He tied you up and he shot you.

Eh?
Mr White says goodbye.

Get on with it!

The idea of building these new
estates is fine,

but Bevan's right -
where's the butcher, the baker?

Without them, how are people
going to get any sense of community?

Well, they can move out of London.
That's not the answer.

Morning, gentlemen.
What can I do for you?

I've got a load of socks, just off
the lorry. All right.

Have a look at that.

12 bob in the shops.
4 bob to you, no coupons.

Or... nylons for the ladies...

..or beautiful sheets.

All the best quality.

Socks.
Socks.

Pure wool. Keep your feet warm in
the winter. Lovely.

Now, listen, listen.

When was the last time you had your
hands on a bottle of scotch? Cos I
can fix it for you.

Where did you get these?

I don't ask where you get your
money, you don't ask where I get my
socks.

How much did you say?
Don't buy 'em.

What?
We're not interested.

All right, all right. Keep your hair
on.

There's plenty who are.
Thank you.

Socks!
Here. I'll have a pair.

Certainly, sir.

Stolen goods being sold
in the middle of West Peckham. It's
wrong.

You don't know they were stolen.
Where do you think he got them from?

These people are spivs.

Half of 'em are deserters. The rest
of them got out of serving on
medical grounds.

Maybe they're giving people
what they want.

What, breaking the law?
You support that?

No. But I don't see any harm
in cheering people up.

What?
There's nothing in the shops.

The British loaf is rubbish.
Rationing is as bad as ever.

Sometimes it doesn't feel like we
won the war.

I'm surprised at you.

If there was one thing that struck
me about you when we first met, it
was your honesty,

even if it has got you into trouble
sometimes.

But here you are standing up for
criminals.

I think you should report him.

I have to say well done, Mr Foyle.
You've acted quickly and very
effectively.

We'll find Miles Corrigan soon
enough.

I'd be happy to continue with it
if it's all the same to you.

I'm afraid not. You seem to be
forgetting the more pressing matter
of Damian White.

More pressing than Hilda?

Half a million cigarettes stolen
this morning in transit from a NAAFI
warehouse in Redhill,

the driver shot dead.

White was almost certainly the man
behind it.

Not that he was anywhere near.

I can't see that this is to do with
Kuznetsov and the Soviets.

Not unless they've taken up smoking.

I'll thank you not to be flippant,
Valentine.

When we have a major criminal
consorting with the known enemies of
our country,

I think that is a matter
that needs to be investigated.

Unlike you not to watch your back,
Hilda.

Mm. Losing my grip.

I wouldn't say that.
Mm. Not to my face.

You know who this was.

"Elise."

Sophie Corrigan.

Of course. I remember her.

This is Plato.
I don't think so.

Why now, after all this time?

She died.
A lot of operatives died.

Are we going to hold you responsible
for all of them? Or any of them?

They knew what they were doing.

I'm sorry, Ian. I'm tired.

Of course. I'll leave you.

I was very shocked
to hear what had happened, my dear.

I'm relieved you're all right.

I wanted you to know that.

Come in.

Ah. Bonjour.

Bonjour, madame.
Je m'appelle Hilda Pierce.

And you've spoken to Mr Caplin?
Yes. We spoke for some time.

But I still don't know why I'm here.

You're here because you speak fluent
French, you lived in Paris for a
while.

I understand your father is French.
Yes.

You've got a first-class degree from
Oxford, in mathematics.

And I believe you could be very
useful to us.

In what way?

I can't tell you that until you've
signed the Official Secrets Act.

But what I can tell you is...

that although this work that I'm
offering you is extremely dangerous,

it is vital to the war effort.

It may mean you being away from home
for some time.

And you cannot tell anyone -
not your family, not even your
mother,

anything about it.

Am I making myself clear?

You're making yourself very unclear,
Miss Pierce.

It's not often I get a call from the
security service.

Would you like a drink?

Not for me.
No, I won't, thank you.

So, anything I can do to help?

Perhaps you can start by telling us
a bit about your business.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

It's against the rules.

No business in the club lounge.

But since we're amongst friends...
what do you want to know?

I run a lot of businesses.

There's the used cars,
and a couple of clubs, luxury goods.

Cigarettes?
No.

No perishables. Toasters, towel
rails. That sort of thing.

What did you do during the war?
Eyesight. Tragic.

Couldn't join up.

Uh, do you know a man called
Kuznetsov?

Kuznetsov?
Mm-hm.

Arkady!

My God, you have been busy!

What, have you been photographing me
with one of your secret cameras or
something?

I thought the Russkies were our
friends.

You know him.
Honorary member.

We've played a round or two of golf.
No crime in that.

Do you do business together?
Against the rules.

I just told you.

You're not investigating him?

We don't need to investigate him.
We know all about him.

The Assistant Military Attache
at the Soviet Embassy.

Then let me tell you something
you may not know.

He's a lousy golfer.

You want to know the truth?

Truth is, you shouldn't be hounding
people like me.

It's people like me that are gonna
put this country back on its feet.

Is that right?
Six years of misery.

All those deaths.

And what was it for?

Austerity and penny-pinching?
Forget it.

That's not what people want any
more.

No.

They want to smoke and drink
and enjoy themselves.

They want to wear new clothes
and go on holiday.

But that's not what you represent,
is it?

No. You're still stuck in the war,
stuck in the past,

and you just don't see it.

You're not wanted any more.

Now, do you mind?

I've got some golf to play.

Till the next time.

Mr Wainwright?

I'm Chief Superintendent Usborne.
I understand you called my desk
sergeant.

It's very good of you to look in.
Not at all. I was passing.

If there's anything I can do for my
local MP... Please.

Now, what's this about? Spivs?

At the Green Lane Market.
I got your note, yes. What is the
problem?

The problem is that we have people
quite clearly breaking the law

and nobody seems to be
doing anything about it.

Let me stop you there.

What evidence do you have?

Well, only this morning we were
offered socks off the back of a
lorry,

nylon stockings, whisky.
That's the sales pitch.

Are you saying it isn't true?
What if it is?

I'd have said we were stretched
enough already.

Burglaries, robberies with violence.

If Nurse Riff-Rafferty wants to pick
up a few nylons on the sly, where's
the harm in it?

I don't agree. I wouldn't say it's
any of your business, Mr...

Harris.

Chief Superintendent,
I'm the one raising the matter.

And I think we need to take action.

I wouldn't have said it's the job of
the local MP to dictate police
procedure.

We're not talking about procedure.
We're talking about the law.

Very well.

In my view, it's a waste of
resources, but I'll look into it.

Green Lane, you said?
That's right.

I'll show myself out.

Hello?

You're Foyle.

Yes.

You came alone?

You asked me to.

So you've spoken to your mother?

She doesn't know anything about
this. She's very worried about you.

Why are you doing this?

They killed Sophie.

The war killed Sophie.

They knew what they were doing,
that she would die.

How can you know that?
I haven't finished yet.

I'm going to get all of them.

Hilda Pierce isn't dead. You haven't
killed her.
There's still time to stop this.

My sister didn't achieve anything.
She was tortured and executed.

The people who sent her to France
knew exactly what was going to
happen.

They wanted it to happen.
Why would they want that?

I don't know. You find out and tell
me.

Then I'll give myself up.
Miles...

Hilda Pierce knew and she did
nothing.

Next time I won't miss.

Tea?

Tea.
Oh, you are sweet.

Oh.

These yours?

Why? Whose else would they be?

They're nylon.

You mustn't be angry with me, Adam.

They were ten bob. I know it's
outrageous
but you can't get them anywhere.

No, I'm not... I'm not angry.
Just wondering where you got them
from.

A man in the market.

He gets them from America.

You don't mind, do you?

No. No, not at all.

No, it's just...
What?

Oh, it's nothing.

No, it doesn't matter.

You er... not going to work?

No. I got the day off.

Come.

I thought I told you to concentrate
on White.
I've done precisely that.

Then how do you account for
this meeting with Miles Corrigan?

He telephoned me.
I left a number with his mother.

And you went alone?
It's what he wanted.

Well, you might have been killed.

And if you'd shared this
information, we might have been able
to bring him in.

As it is, we now have a young man
out there, clearly deranged,

threatening to commit mayhem.

No. I don't think that's the case.

His intentions would appear
to be very specific.

Who are the others?
Perhaps Hilda could help with that.

All right. Talk to her.

You know, Foyle, I never very much
cared for SOE, if you want the
truth.

They were a rag-tag sort of an
operation,

too secretive by half
and frequently out of control.

But Miss Pierce was different.

I've always had the greatest
admiration for her.

I know that.
Do what you have to.

Sort this out. Let me know.
I will.

Come.

Mr Foyle.

No flowers?

Ah.

Maybe at my funeral.

Well, that won't be happening
for a little while, so I'm told.

I see you've given me protection.
Whose idea was that?

Actually, it was somebody called
Woodhead.

Oh, Ian?

Was he very unpleasant?
Well, he's to the point.

Mm. That's his way.
He's not really like that.

I hear you have a name.
Yes.

Miles... Corrigan.

Sophie's brother.
Mm.

Spitfire pilot...

awarded the DSO.

He holds me responsible for her
death.

Was it you who recruited her?
Yes.

She was an obvious choice.

Bilingual. Degree from Oxford.
Intelligent. Lovely girl.

Played the piano.

Piano players always made
the best radio operators.

They had the best touch.

♪ Fur Elise

She was also very pretty.
Was that important?

Well, it helped.

And what happened to her?

Three days after she arrived,
she walked into a cafe in Paris...

..and the Gestapo were waiting for
her.

The ninth agent we lost...

in the space of a few months.

Nine?

There were only two possibilities.

Either the circuit in France had
been compromised, which was
unthinkable,

or there was a traitor here in the
SOE.

That's what Ian thought.
So he gave them a name...

Plato.

Did you find them?

We couldn't look into it ourselves
because we were too close.

We had to find someone outside
Section F2,

but still within the SOE.

In the end, I recruited someone I
knew from the Cairo Office.

A planning officer,
assistant to Major General Stawell.

Well, that would have been Elizabeth
Addis.

Of course, you know her.

We've met.

Ian Woodhead came to see me early in
'44.

He asked me to find Plato.

Nine agents had died.

There had to be someone inside SOE
feeding information to the Germans.

I interviewed more than 40 people
over a 3-month period.

It wasn't easy.

We couldn't let everyone know what
we suspected. We had to think of
morale.

I was able to bring it down to three
suspects.

Five, if you included Woodhead and
Pierce.

They were the only ones
who had information on all nine
agents.

So, who were they?

Eric Caplin. Director of Operations
and Training.
He's a civil servant now. Senior.

Which department?
I don't know. I'm sorry.

Peter Hawtrey. Head of Codes
and Communications until he
resigned.

I don't know where he is now.

And there was Luc Tellier. "Lucky
Luke."

He was part of the moon squadrons.
What was that?

The transport service
landing agents in Northern France,

flying out of Tangmere on the Sussex
coast.

Did he fly all of them?
All nine of them, yes.

Did you speak to him?
Several times.

I didn't like him,
but I couldn't prove anything.

Finally, it was inconclusive.

Tellier struck me as the most likely
suspect,

but I couldn't be sure that any of
them were double agents.

Yeah, you see? Look.

It's too far apart.

Er, Mrs Wainwright?
Yes.

We've had a report of a gas leak.

What? From here?

That's right.
I wonder if I could come in and have
a butcher's.

I haven't smelled anything.

It's probably nothing
but better to be on the safe side.

All right. You'd better come in.

Mrs Addis did a first-class job.

An external investigation.

Rigorous, fair, and extremely
thorough. But inconclusive.

I wouldn't say that.
She narrowed the field.

Tellier. Hawtrey. Caplin.

It had to be one of them.

But you found nothing.

You were a policeman during the war,
tucked away in Hastings.

You won't have much idea
of what it was like for us.

Well, that would be correct.

You and Hilda Pierce were suspected.
Isn't that right?

I was the one who instigated the
Plato inquiry,
for heaven's sake.

As for Hilda, I won't hear a word
said against her.

She lived for those girls - her
operatives.

If anything, she was too close to
them. What do you mean by that?

Only that she felt their loss very
keenly.

We were playing a dangerous game, Mr
Foyle.

I always said it was better to keep
a distance.

Where can I find these men?

Caplin is with GEN-75 Committee
over in Whitehall.

I can arrange for you to meet him.
Thank you.

Tellier is still flying.
He's no longer with the service, of
course.

And Hawtrey has disappeared
off the face of the earth.

He may not even be in the country.

You can keep those if you like.

Thank you.

This man... Miles Corrigan...

Do you really think he might go
after them? Oh, absolutely.

And foolish to assume he won't go
after you, too.

Mr Caplin, how are you?

I'm all right.

I'm glad to hear that.
Have you got it?

You... You listen to me.

You don't understand the risks I'm
taking.

They're... They're gonna notice.

Now, you tell Mr White...
Tell him what?

Nothing. Doesn't matter.

But... there's not going to be
anything else, not for a while.

I've got a message for you.

From Archie.

What?

He's looking forward to seeing you,
if you're around next Friday.

Archie said that?

Same time. Blue Lantern.

Look after yourself.

Who's that? It's a bit late.
I'll go.

Mrs Wainwright?
Yes.

My name's Detective Inspector
Skinner.
I'm from the Metropolitan Police.

I have a warrant to search these
premises.

Excuse me, please.
What are you talking about?

What is this? I've explained
everything to your wife, sir.

My name's DI Skinner.

Do you know who I am?
I'm the MP for this area.

I know perfectly well who you are,
sir.

We've received information that
you may possess forged ration
coupons.

That's ridiculous! Then you won't
mind if we take a look.

Of course I mind. This is
outrageous. Adam.

I want to know the name of your
superior officer.

Certainly, sir.
It's Chief Superintendent Usborne.

Sir...

Are these yours, sir?

Do you smoke?

This was my fault.

No, it wasn't.
Yes, it was.

As usual. There was a man
who came to the house.

He said there was a gas leak,
but there was no gas leak.

That's when they must have done it.

When was this?
Yesterday.

You weren't to know.

What did Mr Harris say?

Er... when I got bailed this morning,
he told me to come home and stay
here.

He's trying to sort things out with
the Chief Whip.

I won't let them do this to you,
Adam. It's not fair.

Come on, now, Sam.
There's nothing you can do.

I think you're forgetting
who I work for.

You can't get them involved.
Why not? This stinks.

Please, Sam. I'll deal with it.
We'll deal with it.

You promise me you won't get into
any trouble on my account.

Are you sure?

Well, well, well. Monsieur Tellier
gracing us with his presence.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I've been away.

Still flying?
What else is there?

Based at Tangmere?

What'll you have?
Another Pernod.

You er... hear about Hilda?

Someone put a bullet in her.
Oh, really?

How is she?

She'll pull through.

Shame. You never did much like her,
did you?

Well, she was always a woman
who knew how to make enemies.

I'll join you in a minute.

Same again.
Yes, Mr Stafford.

Mr Caplin.
Thank you.

Mr Valentine, Mr Foyle.
You're from the security service. Is
that right?

There's nothing wrong, I hope.

We're here about Hilda Pierce.

Hilda? Of course.

Yes.

I can't imagine why anyone
would want to do such a thing.

The man who tried to kill her was
Miles Corrigan. You knew his sister,
Sophie Corrigan.

Elise.
Mm-hm.

He believes that your section of SOE
was somehow responsible for her
death.

That's absurd.

It was a dreadful time.

We lost a great many agents.

But... it wasn't anyone's fault.

There was an informer.
No, there was an inquiry.

It dragged on for months.

Even after the war,
they were still asking questions.

But... But nothing was proved.

You were suspected, weren't you?

If there was a leak,
if anyone was giving out
information,

I had nothing to do with it.

You should...

..talk to Hawtrey.

Peter Hawtrey?
That's right.

He... He resigned a few weeks
before Elise was killed.

Just upped and went. I always...

..wondered about that.

He was always a bit of an outsider.

You suspected him?

Look, I was ops and training.

I... I didn't really know
what was going on in the field.

I wasn't in a position to suspect
anybody. All I'm saying is, if
anyone stuck out, it was him.

Do you know where we can find him?
No idea.

I'm sorry.

Nervy sort of chap, wouldn't you
say?

Couldn't agree more.
Don't let him out of your sight.

Yes, sir.

News! News!

Sir.
Mrs Wainwright, where's Mr Foyle?

I was looking for him, too, sir.
He asked me to meet him, after
Whitehall.

I've got these for him.
Are these urgent, sir?

Telephone intercepts sent over from
Special Branch. Black market. Damian
White.

You all right, Mrs Wainwright?

Yes, I'm... I'm very well.
Thank you, sir.

You don't seem quite yourself.

Oh, this is so kind of you.

Yes, well, you heard what the doctor
said. It's too soon. You shouldn't
have left.

Oh, you think you could have stopped
me? No. Which is why I gave you a
lift.

Here.

Take my arm.

You're not serious?

Just as far as the front door of the
flat.

Will you be all right here?
I've managed for the last 20 years.

You know what I mean.
Yes, I'll be fine.

Can I get you anything? Cup of tea?

You've never made a cup of tea in
your life. Oh, I can probably work
out the procedure.

A glass of water would be nice.

So... this is where you live?

I've... often wondered.
Have you?

Occasionally.

Bottom left.
Oh. Right.

I don't think I ever really did live
here.

I think I only came here to sleep.
Those were the days.

Were they?
We were part of history.

What we achieved - the SOE -
will never be forgotten.

But at what cost?
Of course it was bloody.

We always knew it would be hard. But
to take the fight to the enemy
behind the lines...

Elise lasted three days.

Maybe we need to resign ourselves,
Hilda.

We may never know what really
happened. Why did we never find him?

Plato? It wasn't for want of
looking.

You knew how hard things were.
You knew the risks we were running.

But three days.
Her life wasn't wasted.

We came through in the end.

We were there on D-Day.

It was our agents, our intelligence,
that made the difference.

We played our part.
I know.

I wouldn't change anything
for what we achieved, you and me.

And Elise, all the others, they
would agree.

Do you think so?

I couldn't live with myself if they
didn't.

Do you want me to stay?
No. Go. I want to lie down.

But come back.

How are you feeling?
I thought I'd be more nervous.

Well, be nervous.

Be afraid. Fear will help keep you
alive.

Here. I have something for you.

Just something I'd like
you to have.

It was given to me by my mother.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

I don't think it's very valuable.

And, don't worry, it is French.

There.

Now I can think of you wearing it.

Thank you, Miss Pierce.

Thank you for everything.

Just promise me you'll take care.

I promise.

Mr Caplin.
What?

God, I... I never did anything to
you.

This is for Elise.
Corrigan! Drop your weapon!

Mr Caplin, are you all right?
Yeah.

Corrigan!

Come on!

After him!

Go round the front!
Righto!

He's inside, sir.
We've got all the exits covered.

Caplin?
He's all right, sir.

And what about him?
He took one bullet, maybe two.

Why did you do that?

He fired on us.
I understand.

Miles?

We're not going to hurt you.

Miles?

A doctor, I think.

We're here to help.
Don't worry. Someone's coming.

Why are you doing this?

It's... Roberts...

Roberts? Who's Roberts?

I don't understand why it has to be
you.

I don't know. I didn't
choose this.

You could have said no.

I don't think so.

I hate this war. I hate everything
about it.

I'll be all right.

The war won't go on forever.

I promise you.
We'll all be together again.

Miles! Sophie! Tea's ready!

I do not appreciate shootouts on the
street.

Foyle, I thought you had this under
control.

Without us, Caplin would have been
killed.

Did I ask you?

I'm sorry he died. Surely that's an
end to it.
There's nothing more for you to do.

Well, a woman has lost both her
children for reasons we're apparently
unable to explain.

If you were her, you'd appreciate
some answers.

If there was a traitor in SOE...
SOE is finished, disbanded.

..the traitor could have moved on.

Could be in Intelligence.
Could be in government.

Sir Ian Woodhead is my counterpart
at MI6.

Eric Caplin is a member
of the GEN-75 Committee.

It is inconceivable that either of
them could have divided loyalties.

GEN-75?

It's a cabinet sub-committee
reporting to the Prime Minister.

It's responsible for the shape and
direction of our country's atomic
programme.

So I suggest you leave Caplin alone.

Have you anything else?
We've found the pilot.

Who? Luc Tellier. He's one of the
main suspects.

All right. See him.
But I'm losing patience, Foyle,

and there are other priorities.
Damian White, for one.

Have you seen those telephone
intercepts? Of course.

Good. I'm giving you two more days
and that's it.

Arkady Kuznetsov. How are you today?

I hope you don't mind
my making an observation.

I was watching your back swing just
now,

and I think you need to rotate the
body more into the shot.

You'll get more distance.

You've never got very much
to say for yourself, have you?

All you bloody Reds.

You should visit my country.

Maybe it will surprise you.

Workers' paradise, I'm sure.

You might find today's issue of
interest.

Page seven. And we're at the usual
post box?

Good.

Drinks are on me, Neville.

Sorry, we're closed!

Mrs Wainwright.
Please. Call me Sam.

And I shall call you Glenvil.
After all, we've known each other
long enough.

Why are you here?
I want to talk to you... about Adam.

You don't believe he's guilty, do
you? No, of course not.

I was just writing to the Chief
Whip.

These are transcripts from a
telephone call

made from a man called Damian White.

He's a big racketeer.

Where'd you get this?
It doesn't matter.

Look at the name of the man he's
talking to.

Usborne.
Chief Superintendent Usborne.

The man you and Adam met here.
It can't be a coincidence.

Have you shown this to Adam?

Usborne and White have arranged to
meet, this evening.

If we can photograph them,
we can prove that Adam was set up.

It doesn't say where they're
meeting. If we follow Usborne, we
can find out.

No.

I'm sorry, M... uh, Sam.

This man is a racketeer.

Please, Glenvil. I'll do anything to
help Adam,
but I can't do this on my own.

I know, but...
This was partly your fault.

Adam never wanted to go to the
police. You persuaded him.

That's true, and I'm sorry,

but I don't think the answer
is to go charging in on our own.

We're not going to be on our own.

I know someone.

Thank you.
Goodbye, sir.

How did you find me?

Stafford? He telephoned you?

Well, anyway, I can't tell you
anything about her.

I can't tell you anything about any
of them.

To me, they all looked the same...
at night, with the full moon,

pretty girls in their French
civvies.

Always two cases. One with the
radio.

I never even knew her real name.

You were investigated.

After Elise died, we were all
investigated.

They didn't know how it had
happened. They were scared.

It wasn't just Elise, you know.

They thought you might have been
responsible
for the death of nine agents.

I was responsible.

I flew them to their death.
Of course, I knew nothing then
but...

How do you think I feel now?

Do you know Peter Hawtrey?

I flew with him. Once.
It was a mission over Northern
France.

It was very dangerous,
but... there was something he wanted
to know.

Do you know what?
I was at the front. He was at the
back.

I knew nothing.
And this was... when?

February or March, '44.

I don't remember but it was just a
few weeks before he resigned.

Suddenly he was gone
and nobody was saying anything.

Even his name - it wasn't
mentioned any more.
Where is he now? Do you know?

No. No, I don't know.

Special Operations was unique.

In this country there was nothing
else like it.

But, in order to exist,
it had to protect itself.

And what happened to people like
me... they didn't care.

I risked my life many times for
them. Many times!

And they treated me like a criminal.

So Hawtrey flew over
Northern France... just before Elise
died.

A bit risky for a section
head, wouldn't you say?

We need to find him.

What about Caplin?
He was uh... head of operations.

He must have known about the
flight. Well, there's something not
adding up.

The agents following Caplin
said he went into the Palladium at
7:45

and came out just after 9:00.

Maybe he didn't like the show.
There was no show. That's the
point.

You know, Foyle, you've put your
finger on it.

How very pleasant. Just for once, I
know something you don't.

I know exactly why he went there.

How much longer are we gonna wait?

He said 6:00.

He could have gone out a back way.

I'm just not at all sure about the
wisdom of this.

Is... Is that him?

It is. Yeah.

Come on.

Just through there, sir.
Thank you.

Mr Foyle. How very good to see you.

How are you?
Oh, I'm better.

I should be at work.
There's really no hurry.

Well, I appreciate your concern,
but I need to know what's going on.

Miles Corrigan is dead.

Yes.

That saddens me very much.

You were with him. Did he say
anything?

Well... is this really the time to
be...

Oh, please. I need to know.

Who's Roberts?

Roberts? He mentioned somebody
called Roberts.

I don't know any Roberts.

He didn't say anything else?

Well, it was difficult. Erm...

I couldn't follow what he was trying
to say.

I imagine, by now,
you've spoken to Elizabeth Addis.

Yes.

Well, I'm sorry. That was wrong of
me.

Has she spoken to you about Plato?

Yes.
Who have you spoken to?

The same people that were
interviewed by the inquiry,

apart from Peter Hawtrey, because
nobody appears to know where he is.

Well, I never saw him after he
resigned.

Do you know why he resigned?
No.

For Head of Communications, he was
an extremely uncommunicative man.

I was away at Wanborough Manor when
he left.

And you haven't spoken to him
since? No need to.

He had his own reasons.

A few weeks before, he took a flight
over Northern France.

What was that about?

Erm...

Er, I'm going to have a drink. I
have some whisky. Will you join me?

Yes.

France.

I know nothing about this.

And you say... you don't know where
to find him?

That's right.

Then it's high time you did.

Find him, and I want to know
the moment you do.

How much does he know?
If you're talking about Foyle, I
have no idea.

I know him.
Hilda told me.

She asked me to keep an eye on him.

If you want the truth, I wish I
hadn't. And why is that?

He's a decent man. I don't think
he quite knows what he's got himself
into.

What sort of people we are.
And yet you agreed?

Hilda persuaded me it was necessary.
She said he was out of control.

He still is. He's already spoken
with Caplin and Tellier.

If he finds Hawtrey, that'll be the
end of it.

You told me this had nothing to do
with Plato.

The law of unintended consequence.

Where is Hawtrey?
Funnily enough, I've no idea.

What are you afraid of, Ian?

Afraid?

You're afraid of Hilda, aren't you?

She's going to find out.

You were part of it, Elizabeth.

You didn't like it then. You might
not like it now. But it's the truth.

I'll say good night.

Come on.

Charlie. Good to see you, me old
china. Hello, Mr White.

Mr White.

Hello, Mr White.
Hello, Mr White.

Here, Blakey. Come here.

Very tasty. I'll have one of those
if you've got one to spare.

Go on.

I know just the fella.

Alan.
Nice to see you, Mr White.

I've got a gift for you.

That little matter taken care of?

That's what I've come to see you
about. Step into the office.

Seen enough?
No.

We need to get nearer.

What do you think you're doing?

They were spying on us?
No, we weren't.

I know him. We've met.

You're Harris. I know what this is
about. It's about that bloody MP.

No.

So, what are you - his wife?

You took a big risk coming here,
darlin'.

Look, this is ridiculous. Just let
us go.

They've seen us together.

Neville...

What's going on?

Quick! Come on!

Down! Get down!

Are you all right?
Yes.

I thought I might have left it too
late.

Glenvil. This is Mr James Stafford.

He used to be with the SOE.
That was you?

Smoke bombs and blank cartridges,
but it seems to have done the trick.

Did you get what you want?
Absolutely.

Right. Let's make a move.

Never again, Sam. Any more of this,
I'm joining the Tories.

Yes, of course.
Thank you.

Gentlemen, I've already told you
everything I know.

Mr Caplin, we'd like your help

putting an end to the activities
of a man called Damian White.

Well, I don't know any Damian White.

You certainly know some of his
associates.

Not here.

This man's Neville Smith.
He works for Damian White.

You're wrong. I've told you.
I don't know a Damian White.

We haven't identified the young man
you're being introduced to.

Perhaps you'd prefer it that way.

I don't know what you're talking
about. Oh...

Do I have to spell it out?

The Circle Bar of the Palladium,
when there's no show,

is frequented by a certain kind of
man wishing to meet a similar kind
of man.

Both men are breaking the law.

These men can also be seen on the
first floor of Lyon's Corner House,
Coventry Street,

Chez Victor's, Wardour Street.

I've been asking around.
You've been seen in all of them.

Please stop.

It may help you to know
that...

well, I know this because
I've been in those places myself.

Music Box. Sphinx. Sonia's.

You?
I'm only surprised we've never met.

I... I... I met a young person.

Archie. He's the... boy in the
photograph.

Damian White owns the club. I
think...

I...

I think he owns Archie.

And so he was blackmailing you for
what?

Information.

Documents.

I'm sorry to have to tell you,
but he's been selling them to the
Soviets.

I... And I...

I didn't know what he was doing with
them. I never...

I never asked.

Is this really necessary?

Sir.

Excuse me. If you could tell us
what's actually happening.

These papers contain highly
classified information about our
atomic programme.

Can you explain
how they came to be in your office?

I have no idea.

No. We know all about Mr Caplin.
We know about the Blue Lantern.

We know about your connection
with Arkady Kuznetsov.

Mr Caplin's made a full confession.

Well...

..that would seem to be that, then.

Oh, I'd say so.

For what it's worth, Mr Foyle,

I'm not a Bolshie.

I love my country.
This was all just business.

And, for what it's worth, Mr White,
whatever you may call it,

you're guilty of treason -
which still carries a death sentence.

So you took these?

Before you say anything, sir,

I know it was wrong...

and dangerous...

but Adam's whole future was at
stake.

Our future. I couldn't just stand by
and let it all happen.

Mm-hm.
I took great care, sir.

Mr Harris and Mr Stafford were with
me.

Mr Stafford provided me with a
camera.

Will they be enough to clear
Adam's name? Well, yes.

In fact, the lot of them have been
arrested.

What about this Chief Superintendent
Usborne?

Proving corruption... a bit
difficult.

What about receiving stolen
property?

White gave Usborne a Roberts radio.

Thank you.

I'm so very sorry.

To lose a child to the war is one
thing,

but er...

..Miles.

I've no idea what possessed him.

If it's any consolation,
we're doing our very best to find
out.

Do you remember mentioning to me
the last time you saw him?

It was the morning of my birthday.

Do you mind me asking,
did he buy you anything?

Oh, not at all.
He bought me that radio.

Mm.

The... old one wasn't behaving
terribly well.

Where would he have bought that,
do you think?

I'm afraid I don't know.

Would you mind if I took a look?

No, not at all.

And I remember you saying he was
angry about something. Is that
right?

Yes. I'd never seen him like that
before.

Peter Hawtrey?
How can I help you?

I don't want to talk to you.

Why should I talk to you?

Because I'm trying to help.

Are you?

And because Miles Corrigan...

..is dead.

What?
He was here, wasn't he? Am I right?

Fairly recently.

Yes.

Thank you.

Corrigan. I knew a Corrigan once.

You remind me of her.
Sophie Corrigan?

Is that who you mean?
Sophie?

I'm her brother.
I shouldn't have said anything.

I should have kept my mouth shut.

But I had to tell him what they'd
done to her, the bastards.

It was 1944.

Eight agents had died.
I knew something had to be wrong.

So I began to listen in
to the actual live transmissions.

I knew these agents.

I'd met them.

I'd helped with their training.

And I knew it wasn't them.

Every agent had their own fist -
and that was what was missing.

Their tapping was
uncharacteristically clipped,

or slow.

To begin with, I didn't believe it
myself.

If I was right, it meant the entire
network had been blown apart

and F2 section was finished. Over.

It was unthinkable, but there it
was.

I didn't dare tell anyone, not
without proof.

There was only one thing I could do.

There was an agent in France
I knew personally.

His name was Edward Sykes
and he'd helped set up the network.

It was dangerous,

but I got into a plane equipped with
a directional microwave transceiver,

and I flew over Northern France.

That way, I was actually able to
speak to him directly.

Sykes, are you receiving me?

This is Peter Hawtrey.

Over.

Sykes.

Hello, Peter. How are you?

I need to know about you, Ed.

How are things with you?

Is everything all right? Over.

Everything is good.

It is good.

We spoke for ten minutes.

I knew at once it wasn't Ed.

He had a German accent, for Christ's
sake.

And this was...
10th March, 1944.

Eight weeks before Elise
was dropped into France.

I went to see Woodhead.
I knew he wouldn't like it.

The bastard ran F2 like it was his
own personal crusade.

But he had to know the truth.

Is that what you told him?
Yes. He didn't believe it.

He refused to believe it.

He thought I was mad.

I made him promise
to talk it over with Hilda Pierce,

and a few days later, she contacted
me.

This is the letter.

Signed by her.

You see?

The bitch fired me!

How did you get this? Internal mail.
It was in my pigeonhole.

And what did you do?
What could I do?

That same day, I packed my things
and left.

Well, why did you never approach me
directly?

Why did you never tell anyone else?

You were away.
I never got the chance.

But you told Miles Corrigan. I
didn't know he would try to kill
you. I'm sorry.

But the war's over now.
He had a right to know.

And now he's dead!

He's dead because of you!

Have you any idea
how much harm you've caused?

I didn't write that letter.

My signature was forged.

Thank you, Mr Foyle.

I always knew I could rely on you.

I was expecting you.

I thought I should tell you
that Hilda knows everything.

I'm so very sorry.

Yes, so am I.

You knew from the beginning
that there was no Plato?

Yes.

And yet you went ahead with a
three-month inquiry into a double
agent that never existed?

I was SOE. You didn't ask questions.
You did what you were told.

Like you did when you spied on me?

You have to understand.

It's not you. It's not me.

It's the world that we inhabit.

Hilda?

I had to see you, Ian.

The thing is, I saw Hawtrey.

Ah. How is he?

He showed me the letter.

I didn't fire him. You did.
You couldn't let the truth come out,
could you?

Hawtrey is wrong.
It was all supposition.

No, he was right!

You knew there was a good chance...

that Elise would be killed...

the moment she stepped off
that plane in France,

but you still let her go. You didn't
care.

And when she died -

the ninth agent in less than three
months -

you realised you had to cover your
tracks.

So you invented Plato.

No, Plato was not an invention.
There was always a possibility -

No, there wasn't!

There was never a traitor in the
SOE, and you know it!

You were deliberately
sending those girls to their death.

They were tortured.
They were executed.

Why?
You know why.

You have to remember how it was.
They were all against us.

Bomber Command, Whitehall, MI5, MI6.

Even de Gaulle and the Free French.

They would have closed us down
in the blink of an eye.

If they'd found out.
It wasn't just that.

We wanted the same thing, you and I.

We had to make it to D-Day.

If they had known our circuits in
France had been compromised,

our role in the war would have been
over.

But you never told me!

Because you would have stopped me!

Of course I would!

I trusted you.

All those years we worked together.

And those girls.

My girls.

Did you never think?

I can't live with it.

I can't.
It's all in the past, Hilda.

We did what we had to but it's
behind us now.

Not for me.

I cannot accept what we did.

We're gonna be late.

I hate funerals.

So do I.

I'm going to tell him today.

Mr Foyle.

Everyone's so sad, anyway.

It won't make any difference.

Don't be sad.

You saved my career. Again.

And you're gonna be a mother.

Do you think I'll be any good?

I think you'll be perfect.

Come.

Hilda Pierce was not a religious
woman. She would not want me to talk
about God.

But she might want me to talk about
duty,

and courage and fortitude.

She was part of a very special
breed.

She and the agents with whom she
worked.

And I will miss her all the more
because I fear we will not see her
like again.

Sir.

Yes?

Erm...
Problem?

No, no. I just wanted to tell you
something. What's that?

I hate letting you down, but I'm
going to have to hand in my notice.

The fact is, you could say I'm PWP.

Pregnant without permission?

Afraid so.

Well, you choose your moments.

I wanted to get it over with.
Good thinking.

So it means I'm going to be
rather busy for a while.

Well, I do understand.

I don't like to leave you on your
own.

Well, I might be OK.

I don't know about the rest of the
country, but...

I'd really like it if you'd be the
godfather.

Honoured.

Thank you.
A pleasure.

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