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On the morning of
Monday the 22nd of July,

Palestine and the
world were shocked

by the blowing up of the
King David Hotel, Jerusalem.

In broad daylight,
dozens of Jews, Arabs,

and Britishers were
murdered in cold blood

by the notorious Jewish
terrorist organization

Irgun Zvai Leumi.

From the most junior messenger

to the senior
government official,

men and women,
servicemen and civilians alike,

perished in this
senseless violence.

Yaakov Weiss!

We're looking for Yaakov Weiss.

We don't know him. He...

You're Yaakov Weiss.

No. My name is Fisher.

I am a teacher. I'm no one.

This is mistake. You
have the wrong house.

This is the right
address, Sarge.

No. You're gonna
have to come with us.

- Why? I-I've told you...
- Take him.

No!

- No.
- You're under arrest.

What has he done? Stop it!

Come on! Get him out!

Stop it! Let him go!

Stand back!

The Balfour Declaration of 1917

promised a national home for
the Jewish people in Palestine.

But from the very
start it was a sham,

because what the British really
wanted was control of Palestine

to support their ambitions
in Egypt and the Suez Canal.

It would help them extract
oil from Iraq and Jordan.

As usual, British
interests come first.

Thank you, Daniel.

That's very well argued.

But aren't you perhaps
being a little overcynical?

Lloyd George wanted the Jews
to go to Argentina or Uganda.

Palestine was their homeland.
Do you want to live in Uganda?

I have London.

Yes, and we had Jerusalem
when London was a marsh.

If the Arabs and Jews
would just live together,

- there wouldn't be any problem.
- That was never going to happen.

The Arabs saw the Jews
as interlopers, aliens.

That's not entirely true.

Balfour genuinely believed
he could appease both sides,

and maybe he was guilty
of old-fashioned paternalism.

But if you want to write an
essay rather than a polemic,

perhaps you should
calm down a little

and look at the wider picture.

It's good that you
have your beliefs.

I just think sometimes you
need to tone them down a little bit.

Well...

Are you coming out tonight?

There's a crowd of us
going to the Regency.

Ah. No. I'm sorry. I can't.

All right.

I'll see you tomorrow?

Yes. Have a good evening.

International Unity.

Do you think I'm
interested in your Nazi filth?

- You gonna buy one, then?
- Of course not.

Why not?

I think he's a half-dick.

A bloody four-by-two.

How dare you talk to me like...

Hey! You there!

Stop that!

Stop!

Daniel! Are you all right?

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

I got that stuff you wanted.

Thank you. What stuff is that?

Uh, the International
Unity manifesto

and the report on Charles Lucas.

Oh, right.

Supporter of Mosley, I see.

What's it say at
the top of the page?

"Most secret."

Would you put the
file back in the box

and put the box on
the table, please?

Yes, sir.

Could I take the car
out tomorrow, sir?

Again?

I've got the day off.

Back to the hospital?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, of course.

Anything to worry about?

No, sir. Absolutely shipshape.

Tip-top condition.

It's very kind of you to come.

Not at all.

Have you managed to find out
anything about these people?

Um, a little, yes.

Please come in.

So the International
Unity Party.

Yes. Run by a man
called Charles Lucas.

Fascist. Supporter of Mosley.

Interned during the war.

Released a couple of years ago

and now trying
to reinvent himself

with this new organization.

There's nothing new
about what happened here.

It was an anti-Semitic attack.

At least that's
what it looks like.

On a student of yours?

Yes.

Very capable boy,
if a touch wayward.

His father is a businessman,
working in import-export...

That sort of thing.

Very wealthy.

Sir David Woolf, if the
name means anything to you.

No.

Police involved?

Now, that's what bothers me...

The police haven't
been informed.

The boy is in hospital,

and I was the one who
telephoned the father,

and he was
actually quite hostile.

He didn't want anyone to know.

He made that quite
clear to me on the phone.

And when I spoke to
the university authorities,

they were exactly the same.

It was as if the attack
had never happened.

As far as I'm aware, these
people don't make a habit

of targeting
university campuses.

That's exactly my point.

It's almost as if they
were waiting for him.

And look at this.

They had these
with them yesterday.

But it's a month out of date.

Doesn't it all seem
very odd to you?

That's why I wanted
to ask you about it.

I'm quite certain this
attack wasn't random.

I think it was deliberate.

Who does this man think he is?

Clive Ord-Smith.

Undersecretary
of foreign affairs.

One of Attlee's inner circle.

Had a good war.
Special Air Service.

That's not what I
meant, and you know it.

I do not take kindly to being
dragged halfway across town.

Quite.

Bloody man. Getting
above himself.

Miss Pierce, uh, has
anyone offered you tea?

Not for me, thank you.

Security. The London Conference.

Four days from now.

Yes. We have kept
you fully briefed.

Yes, but in view of
the increasing tension

surrounding the event,

the prime minister has asked
me to take a personal interest.

Is that why you called us here?

It's only four months
since the King David Hotel...

91 people killed,
28 of them British.

Worse than that, it
was a direct assault

on this country's policy
as regards Palestine.

Much worse.

There's a real danger of
something similar happening

in London.

We've got the Haganah,
Irgun, the Stern Gang,

God knows how
many terrorist cells

hoping to make a
name for themselves.

If you're worried about
the London conference,

why not cancel it?

You know as well as I do
it's a complete waste of time.

The Palestine
Arabs aren't coming,

nor are the Jewish Agency.

And they all reject
any sensible ideas

before they've even heard them.

Canceling it would send
out the wrong message.

It will go ahead.

And your department, Sir Alec,

is responsible for
overall security.

I am aware of that.

And I would be attending to
it right now if I weren't here.

Come.

Ah. Griffin.

Sir Alec Myerson. Miss Pierce.

How do you do?

James Griffin.

I want him to act as
liaison between MI5

and the Foreign Office.

What you know, he knows.

And he keeps me informed.

At the same time, if you
need further resources,

he has a direct
line to this office.

Thank you.

Do you have any
actual intelligence

that the conference
has been threatened?

- Actual intelligence?
- Yes.

No. But there are
strong indications.

And the trouble is we don't
know what we're looking for.

Young, old, male, female.

All we know is that they're
utterly ruthless and fanatical.

And they could already be here.

Hm.

Thank you, Mr. Lucas.
We'll get that printed for you.

- All right.
- Ah. Father.

Robert.

These are the
photographs you wanted

from the King David Hotel.

Thank you.

It's horrid what's
happening over there.

Mm.

Shame they're not in color.

You can't see the
flames or the blood.

I don't understand
why you'd need...

This act of Jewish terrorism

has had a profound
effect on this country.

Even Churchill has condemned it,

and he's a Jew-lover
if ever there was one.

People are angry.

But that's happening
in Palestine.

It's got nothing to do with
what's happening here.

Do you really think so?

British soldiers are being
shot every day in Palestine.

What about their wives? What
about their families? Hmm?

And then think of
the wider picture...

Housing shortages,
food shortages.

Everyone's suffering.

Who's always first in line?

Illegal aliens. Jews.

But you said the Jews
were no longer a problem.

After everything
they've been through,

don't people feel
sorry for them?

I feel sorry for them.

The... The camps,
Nazism... It was horrible.

It doesn't mean we
can't still use them.

You can't believe that.

Don't tell me what I
can and cannot believe.

I have spent my whole life

fighting for what
I believe is right,

and now, I'm telling you,
we have an opportunity.

You want to show people those.

There's a great deal of
resentment and distrust...

I'd go as far as
to say hatred...

That's being felt
at street level.

The Jews are associated
with the black market.

The way they do
business is despised.

And yes, Jewish terrorism.

Well, we can use all that
to drive people into our tent.

It's politics, Robert.

It's nothing more.

It's kind of you
to visit, Mr. Foyle.

But, um, I don't see
how I can help you.

I wonder if I, uh, might
be able to help you.

How, exactly?

Well, your son.

Daniel was very foolish.

He became involved with two
thugs, and they attacked him.

I have warned him.

You weren't concerned?

Every Jew in London
has to be careful.

Don't raise your voice.

Don't push in queues.

Above all, don't get
involved in politics.

This country has given
us a superb welcome.

But there are always elements.

Which is why this, perhaps, uh,

should be a matter
for the police?

Mr. Foyle, that is
for me to decide.

It was a minor matter,
and it is finished.

So, if you don't mind?

Of course.

I'll see myself out.

David.

I don't want to talk
to you about this, Ava.

But if we're in danger?

We are not in any danger.

They're playing with
us, but they won't hurt us.

Don't worry.

I know what I'm doing.

Take their picture.

Well, their son
is in the hospital,

and they don't appear
to be at all bothered.

Who the hell are they?

Police.

They don't look like it.

Intelligence, maybe.

Looks like the old
fox is breaking cover.

More fool him.

Fox?

Woolf.

We might have to
pay him another visit.

Here we go, Mikey.

That's it. Come on. You
can do it. Breathe. Breathe.

Can you feel that?
Get it inside you.

- Feels good.
- Mr. Barnes.

He's had another
attack. Worse this time.

Let me. Please?

They said the fumes
are good for his lungs.

Your boy.

I think he needs hospital.

Can't take him back there again.

Buy medicine.

Mrs. Kowalski, I
know you mean well,

but I can't afford medicine.

I haven't got any money.

Here. Let me take him.

Take this. It's gold.

You take for money.

I can't take that.

For Mikey. It's good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The mistake was making
promises we couldn't keep.

"Five million homes
in quick time."

Bevan's words.

We can't build
five million houses.

We haven't got
the raw materials.

My point exactly.

But you take housing
shortages and you add rationing

plus everyone saying

what a horrible bloody
winter it's gonna be...

And we can't even
guarantee fuel supplies...

It's no wonder
people are losing faith.

"PJ"?

"Perish Judah."

Charming, don't you think?

Will it take a while?

- I'm afraid so, yes.
- Let's get as close to the...

Gentlemen, good afternoon.

Thank you so much for coming.

Rabbi, Sir David.

Good to see you.

Uh, Dr. Bennett, this
is Sir David Woolf,

as you know, a major
employer in the constituency,

and Rabbi Greenfeld.

Uh, Dr. Bennett
has a practice here.

Ah. Superintendent Johnstone
of, uh, Peckham police station.

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

I, uh, I felt the need
to call this meeting

in response to this.

The International Unity Party.

It's run by a man
called Charles Lucas.

He was interned in '41.

And now he's back.

He's calling for a
European government.

He thinks it's the only
way to avoid another war.

And yet his literature is filled
with hatred and intolerance.

That's right.

What I don't understand

is why they've decided to hold
their meeting in West Peckham.

I think we can guess.

We're all aware of certain
tensions within the community.

The question is
how do we respond?

I say the meeting
should be banned.

It can't be banned, can it?

The man has a
right to free speech,

even if we do loathe everything
that comes out of his mouth.

And if it was an
unlawful meeting,

the police could take action.

But I don't see that it is.

What if there are protesters?

What if there's violence?

Well, in that unlikely event,

the police would
clamp down hard.

That's exactly what
he wants you to do.

The community
attacks this meeting,

and then the police
attack the community.

We would urge
people to remain calm.

Would you remain
calm, Superintendent,

when your family
was being threatened,

when you were being
told you're not wanted?

Is that really the case?

A petition sent to Parliament
with 2,000 signatures

urging all aliens
be repatriated.

That was Hampstead,
not West Peckham.

Not that that excuses it.

Rabbi.

It's true there has
been tension here.

The events in Palestine,
the King David Hotel,

but it's not just anti-Semitism.

If you've been waiting for a
council house for two years

and that council house has
been given to a foreigner,

it doesn't matter if he's
Jewish, Russian, whatever.

- It is enough that he's foreign.
- Indeed.

I have lived in this
country for nine years,

but even I sometimes
feel I am an alien.

But would you want
the meeting banned?

It would be more
sense, certainly,

if it did not take place.

But might it not be better
if we spoke to Mr. Lucas?

He might not be aware
of the situation here.

He won't listen.

We can try.

He might see reason.

I agree.

And as I say, there's
nothing the police can do.

Very well.

I'll do what I can.

Okay.

Go through there.

Sirs?

Purpose of your visit?

I'm here to study medicine.

I've been offered a place at
King Edwards College in London.

Do you have an address
while you're in London?

I'm staying with
friends of my family.

The address is there...
Avraham Greenfeld.

He's a rabbi?

Yes.

At the synagogue
in West Peckham.

Welcome to England.

Sir David Woolf.

Yes.

His parents came
over from Romania

at the turn of the century.

Made a fortune out of shipping.

Done a lot for charity.
Knighted before the war.

I've found a news story
that might interest you.

One of his ships was blown
up quite recently in Sète.

It's a French port.

Right. That's helpful.

Thank you.

Sir David Woolf?

Ah. Eavesdropping.
Your specialist activity.

Amongst other things.

Let me introduce you, Foyle.

This is, uh, James Griffin
of the Foreign Office.

He's liaising while
this conference is on.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, sir?

- Myerson's waiting. Come on.
- Yeah.

I gather you're the
father of Andrew Foyle?

Yes. That's right.

- Who trained at Cosford.
- Ah.

We never met, but
everybody looked up to him.

- You a pilot?
- I'm afraid not.

Didn't quite make the grade.
Ended up at Fighter Command.

- How is Andrew?
- Oh, he's very well.

- Is he still flying?
- No. He's in the city now.

There she is. Lea?

Ah.

Welcome to England.

I recognized you easily.

You're the spitting
image of your mother.

This is my son, Nicholas.

Hello.

I've seen your photograph.

My father had it
in the dining room.

But you were much younger.

I was so sorry to hear
about your father, Lea.

His heart?

Yes.

He was a good man.

My oldest friend.

We should get going.

I'm afraid it's a long
drive back to London.

Let me take your case.

Thank you.

This way.

Come on, Mikey. Not now.

Let's get you home.

- Thank you, Doctor.
- You're welcome.

Is he all right?

What does it look like?
Does he look all right?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

Forget it. It doesn't matter.

Is he staying here?

No. I'm taking home.

Would you like a lift?
I-I've got a car outside.

Would that help?

Come on.

Poor thing. Follow me.

Is his mother at home?

Mother's dead. She
copped it during the blitz.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But we've got Polish
neighbors who help out.

One of them doesn't even
speak English, but we get by.

You know, there's going to be
a new national health service.

Oh, and you think
that Mike can wait?

All these politicians.

It's all very nice,
all their talking.

But nothing ever gets done.

Mm.

Well, good luck.

Thank you.

Thanks for the lift.

You're welcome.

Mikey is all right?

How is he?

He good?

No. He's not good.

I pawned your ring,

and they took my money
and they gave me nothing.

I'm sorry.

Shh!

Right.

I understand.

His name is Foyle.

Senior operative. MI5.

So Woolf went to the
intelligence services.

Yeah. That's what it looks like.

What are we going to do?

They want us to pay
him a second visit.

What about Foyle?

They'll deal with him.

Daniel.

Dr. Addis.

Thought I'd see how
you were getting on.

This is a friend of
mine... Mr. Foyle.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do?

Sorry to hear about all this.

Oh, it was nothing.

I'm much better now.

Tomorrow I'm going home.

You remember anything
about the men who did it?

Why do you ask?

Are you a policeman?

Something like that.

I didn't see them. I
can't tell you anything.

There's every chance they
may do exactly the same thing

to somebody else.

I don't want to talk about it.

And, um, it's very nice
of you to come 'round...

but I'm feeling very tired,
and I-I need to get some rest.

His father's very wealthy.

Well connected.

Do you think the son was
attacked to get at his father?

Possibly.

Six days ago, uh,

one of his ships was
blown up in a French port.

A cargo ship?

A cargo ship called the Jericho,
carrying supplies to Palestine.

What sort of supplies?

That's a very good question.

People?

Possibly.

Thank you for your
involvement in all of this.

But really, don't feel obliged.

No, no, no. Not at all.

I mean, there's clearly
something going on.

What's that?

This stuff is incredible.

20 guineas to have
your tonsils removed,

and you've got Harley
Street consultants

cruising around in Rolls-Royces.

Actually, I meant to
ask you about that.

- I met someone.
- Sam.

No. It was at the hospital.

It was a tram driver.

His wife had been
killed in the blitz.

And they have a son who
couldn't have been more than 10

or 11 years old.

He was in a very bad
way with his breathing.

Did he get seen by a doctor?

He couldn't afford one.

Exactly.

I just wonder if we
shouldn't be doing something.

We are doing something.

I know.

This wonderful
new health service.

And it is marvelous.

But by "we," I meant we.

There was a doctor
on the committee.

A Dr. Bennett.

Mnh-mnh.

I suppose I could
ask her to take a look.

But I can't promise
that she'll do it for free.

Could you, Adam?

We can't just sit
around and do nothing.

Hello.

Hello, my dear.

- Just in time.
- Ah.

Hmm?

Can I come in?

Uh, oh, yes. Of course.

Is this is all yours?

Yes. It's my job.

I-I've always been
interested in sound and music.

I don't know why.

I wanted to work in film.

Maybe one day I will.

This all looks very complicated.

That's a wire recorder.

A Boosey & Hawkes.

The wire keeps breaking,
and it damages the heads.

I'm fixing it.

Magnetic tape's the
coming thing. Much...

How long have you
lived in this country?

All my life.

I was born here.

You've never been to Palestine?

I've never thought about it.

Do you go to shul?

Oh, yes. Of course.

My father would
be upset if I didn't.

But it doesn't
really interest me.

Nicholas, Lea! Dinner!

Shall we go down?

And cheers. L'chaim.

- L'chaim.
- L'chaim.

Cheers. L'chaim.

How long are you
staying with us, Lea?

I don't know yet.

It's a three-year course,
but I'll get myself a room.

Don't be ridiculous.
You can stay with us.

Does the university
offer you accommodation?

They said they'd help.

Your father never mentioned
that you had an interest in medicine.

Avi, don't interrogate the girl.

Gravy?

Nicholas, you're going to
have to show Lea the sights.

She's never been
to London before.

I'm sure she won't
want to go with me.

I'd love to.

There we are.

Fine.

I'm going to bed.

You go ahead. I just
want to finish this.

You're working too hard.

- You always say that.
- Listen to me.

When Daniel comes home
tomorrow, I want you to take the day off.

You hardly ever see him anyway.

And it will give
you an opportunity

to spend some time together.

All right.

Tomorrow.

Don't work too long.

Mm.

- Ah. Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Sorry it's so late.
- No problem.

- Hello.
- Good evening.

Come in.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

It's a bit dowdy.

It'll do very well.

We'll need a banner
here, maybe some torches.

And some men at the door.

Maybe a line of
them in the street.

To protect you?

To make it look as
if I need protection.

Robert, why do you always
seem so uncomfortable?

Are you sure this
speech is a good idea?

You know how it's been for me.

For three long
years, I was sidelined,

watching this great country
of ours slide into decline.

- We won the war.
- We lost almost everything else.

This is just the
first step, Robert,

on our way back to power.

That MP wants to see you.

Adam Wainwright? Excellent.

He wants to dissuade you.

Good. Means he's scared.

David?

David?

Morning.

Morning.

Everything all right?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

I saw the doctor.

Everything's fine...
With me, anyway.

What does that mean?

Well, I could afford to pay.

But I met this poor fellow.

He's a tram driver with
a son, 10 or 11 years old.

Mr. Foyle.

A word, please?

Uh-oh.

I understand you put
in a background check

on Sir David Woolf.

Is that correct?

It is.

I'd like to know why
you were at his house.

I'd like to know how
you know I was there.

Oh, for God's sake, Foyle.

I have overall responsibility
for the Palestine conference.

Yes, I know that.

So is there a connection
with David Woolf

that I should know about?

Not as far as I'm aware.

He's a prominent member

of the Jewish
community in this country.

He wasn't one of the delegates.

Doesn't seem to be connected
to any of the groups taking part.

He actually spoke out
against it last month.

He didn't think it
would do any good.

Exactly. So I don't
understand the interest.

Sir David Woolf was
murdered last night.

This is like the old days, sir.

Dead bodies, police,
grand old house.

When everything
was very much simpler.

- Mr. Foyle?
- Yes.

What's this got to do
with the Security Service?

I don't know yet.
Forgive me. You are?

Superintendent Johnstone.

- How do you do?
- Shall we?

What can you tell me?

Well, Lady Woolf heard two
shots just after 11:00 last night.

She came running down.

Found her husband... like this.

She saw two men going
out through the doors.

They probably escaped
through the garden.

She's given us descriptions...
One possibly Arabic.

No one else in the house?

No.

Just the two of them.

There's a son, but
he was at the hospital.

And the housekeeper
had the night off.

Whose is the gun?

His.

Smith & Wesson .38.

Fired?

No.

Lady Woolf says
he kept it in his desk.

His wife's in the dining room
if you want to speak to her.

Mm-hmm.

His widow, I should say.

The son's there, too.

All Hebrews, by the way.

Thought you might like to know.

Lady Woolf. Hello.

I'm sorry. I know
this is difficult.

But there are one
or two questions.

I know you.

You were at the hospital.

You know Dr. Addis.

I do.

She thought I might
have been able to help.

Well... Well, you didn't.

My father's dead.

They said they were going
to kill him, and they did.

Daniel.

- "They"?
- You mustn't say anything.

Mama, he's dead! It
doesn't matter anymore!

My father was killed
by Arab terrorists.

He was helping
people reach Palestine.

His money, his ships.

He thought it was his
duty... Palestine for the Jews.

That's what he believed,
but he was threatened.

Now, there were
letters. He burnt them.

And phone calls...

"If you don't stop,
we're going to hurt you.

We're going to
hurt your family."

Why do you think
I was beaten up?

Those weren't fascists.

They were part of it.

Why didn't you go to the police?

They wouldn't be able to
help. What would they know?

We should have gone
to them for protection.

Why wasn't your father part
of the London conference?

Waste of time.

They're only talking

so they don't have to
make any decisions.

Do you think there's anything
in your father's correspondence

which might be able to help?

I don't know where it is.

I don't know where he kept it.

You won't find anything.

This country put him on
the wrong side of the law,

so that's how he behaved.

Uh, please. May I...

No one's allowed in, sir.
It's now a crime scene.

Oh, I see.

Uh, please, can you help me?

May I go in?

My name is Rabbi
Avraham Greenfeld.

The Woolfs are part
of my congregation.

You're a police officer?

Not exactly. Uh,
Security Service.

- You're investigating Sir David?
- Not at all.

I'm just seeing if
there's anything I can do.

In fact, um, if they're ever
ready to talk, do let me know.

It's all right.

Yes. Of course. Thank you.

- Come in, gentlemen.
- Thank you.

Ah.

Mr. Lucas, my name's
Adam Wainwright.

As you know, I'm the
MP for West Peckham.

This is Glenvil Harris,
my constituency chairman.

Good afternoon.

And this is my son, Robert,
who also works as my assistant.

Have a seat.

So... what can I do
for you two gentlemen?

Uh, I'll get straight
to the point.

We, uh, we were hoping

that you'd reconsider the
meeting you're planning to have.

By "reconsider," I
assume you mean cancel.

Y-Yes, sir.

Tell me, Mr. Wainwright.

Does the Labour Party no longer
believe in freedom of speech?

Uh, no, we believe
in that absolutely.

But that's not the issue here.

This is one of public safety.

Well, I feel perfectly safe.

There are a great many
immigrants in West Peckham,

and because of the
current shortages,

particularly in housing...

Shortages which your government
has done nothing to address.

Feelings are running high.

There have already been a
number of anti-Semitic attacks.

My father's not anti-Semitic.

No, no. I'm not suggesting that.

I'm just worried that
an inflammatory speech

could have repercussions.

If you start a riot, innocent
people could get hurt.

Mr. Wainwright,

the International Unity Party
believes in a united Europe.

Paid for and supported
by the African continent.

I-I've read your literature.

Exactly.

Africa is there to be
exploited economically

and dominated politically.

But, uh, but its resources
can help create a Europe

that will never see war again.

- So you support apartheid?
- I positively encourage it.

But that's not my point.

You see, Mr. Wainwright,
I've moved on.

I've spent many years
formulating my theory.

And I will not allow
you or anyone else

to prevent me sharing
it with the British public.

But that doesn't leave us
much room for discussion.

Oh, I have plenty
to discuss, sir.

But not, I think, with you.

Let me show you out.

My parents are always talking
about you and your family.

I'm really glad
I've finally met you.

I've heard a lot about you, too.

Oh, this way.

I can't believe you've
never been to Palestine.

What's it like?

I don't even know how
to answer that question.

It's a beautiful country.

Every day when I wake up,

I can't believe
how beautiful it is.

And after everything we've
been through, it's ours.

Do you live in Jerusalem?

It's an amazing city.

Everyone has come
from everywhere,

and the... the
streets are so alive.

Polish cafés, Russian
bakeries, German cabarets.

English soldiers.

We live with them all the time.

They're worse than the Nazis.

You can't believe that.

They killed my father.

You said he had a heart attack.

He did.

But it was only after
they arrested him.

They came bursting
into our house.

They were looking for someone

they suspected
of being a terrorist.

That's what they call
people who fight back.

They had the wrong
house, the wrong name.

But that didn't stop them.

That was the last
time we saw him alive.

He died in police custody.

Why haven't you
told my parents that?

They ought to know.

Nicholas, please
don't tell them.

My mother didn't
want anyone to know.

Do you promise?

I promise.

Now, I want to
see all of London...

The art galleries,
the museums, all of it.

Where do we start?

Come on.

Well, obviously the
delegates with their translators

at the very front,

the assistants behind,
press at the back,

and sound engineers
in the center.

And there's just the one
entrance from the street?

Yes, sir.

Front door, up the
stairs, into the room.

We'll start with the street.

I'll talk to the police.

Pall Mall will be closed to
the public throughout the talks.

It'll be one-way traffic.

Cars drop the delegates off
and then, uh, continue forwards.

Right.

Nobody gets in without
photographic identity cards.

We'll print them.

We'll issue them.

There'll be a security
check at the front door

and another on the first floor.

This is everything I
can find on the Jericho.

Mm-hmm.

It was a 6,000-ton cargo
ship, built in France.

Here's the report from the DST.

DST?

Direction de la
Surveillance du Territoire...

Local intelligence.

- Anyone killed?
- No. It was empty.

But you might like to
know it was one of three

that have been attacked
in the past six months,

all of them with Jewish or
Jewish-American owners.

Suspects?

A group calling itself the
Defenders of Arab Palestine.

Who are they?

We don't appear to know
very much about them.

Right. Is that it?

Yes.

Thank you.

Mr. Foyle?

Yeah?

I thought this might help you.

It just came in from the
Foreign Office via GC & CS.

Are you still
interested in that ship?

Just talking about it.

The captain is in London.
We've got an address there.

He was in France, of course,
the night the Jericho went down.

His name's Jack Davey.

English?

Half French, I believe.

Just thought it might help.

Thank you.

Run! Run! He's coming!

You'd better wait in the car.

What? Why?

Because whenever you
get out, you get into trouble.

What?

What do you want?

- See what I mean?
- Sorry.

Are you Mr. Davey?

I don't know you.

How did you find me?

The gun really isn't necessary.
We're from the Security Service.

We'd just like to ask
you about the Jericho.

What do you want to know?

Would it be possible
to talk inside?

And without you
pointing that gun?

The Jericho had been kitted out

to carry 800
passengers to Haifa.

It was in the port
of Sète. Crew of 13.

I was there. I saw it happen.

So, um... nobody killed?

We were lucky.

One of the boys had a
birthday. We were out boozing.

David Woolf... Sir David
Woolf. Did you know him?

Of course. Why do
you think I'm here?

I came to see him.

He was my boss.

He owed me money.

He's dead.

I didn't kill him.

But I know who did.

The Defenders of Arab Palestine.

Same bastards
who blew up the ship.

And they'd kill me if
they knew where I was.

Why?

Because I was part of
it. I was trying to help.

You've got to understand,
these people are fanatics.

They don't care what they
do if it'll hurt the Jewish cause.

And they're here, in London.

How do you know that?

Sir David told me.

He knew them.

He even knew where
they were staying.

Yes?

- Oh. Mr. Foyle.
- Yes.

There's a man here in London,

identified by Sir
David Woolf, evidently,

who is apparently
a senior member

of a terrorist organization, the
Defenders of Arab Palestine.

Who is this man?

Uh, well, the name he's
using, the name I've been given,

is Amin Al Arif.

He has a suite at the
Royal Imperial May Fair.

Have you had him checked out?

I've just put in a request
for whatever we've got.

There's nothing
back yet, of course.

According to the hotel,
he seldom leaves his rooms

and is guarded day and night.

We should talk to him.

Well, I thought we might at
least wait for the information.

I don't think we can wait.

We're only two days away
from the start of the conference.

Delegates are already arriving.

I have to say I
agree with Valentine.

Whitehall's getting
very nervous about this.

I think we should
at least talk to him,

find out who or what he is.

So let's get over
there now, huh?

They're on the first floor.

Wait. Put your guns down.

I said put your weapons down.

Who are you? I want
to see your papers.

Show me your papers.

Everyone, put down your guns.

Show me!

We're with the Security Service.

- We're not here to pick a fight.
- I'll handle this.

We simply want to
talk to Mr. Amin Al Arif

about a security issue.

I am Amin Al Arif.

Do you have any
passport or any other...

Or any paper that
would identify you?

He's not a bloody
terrorist, Foyle.

He's an adviser to King
Abdul of Saudi Arabia.

It's quite a situation
you've got us into.

I'm extremely sorry.

I can't imagine how
this has happened.

Well, words fail me.

I just don't understand

how something like
this could have occurred.

Amin Al Arif is here
at the personal behest

of King Abdul himself.

Didn't you know who he was?

He's not part of the conference.

He's an independent observer,
but it makes no difference.

Treating him as a
common criminal

is hardly likely to promote
Anglo-Arab understanding.

Added to which,

at a time of extreme tension
both in and out of the country,

you almost managed to instigate
a gunfight in a five-star hotel.

There were innocent
bystanders there!

- People could have been killed!
- Nobody was killed.

That's not the point.

We've spoken to
Al Arif's bodyguards.

Minutes before we arrived,

they received an
anonymous telephone call

warning them that
we were on our way.

They were told that we
were Irgun... Zionists...

And that we posed a threat.

And who made this call?

We don't know.

Well, however you look at
it, it was an ill-judged exercise

that could have scuppered
the entire conference.

What I want to know is, who
is going to take responsibility?

I do.

I was given false
information. No idea why.

- I acted too quickly.
- Hold on.

Mr. Ord-Smith, I can assure you

that Foyle is not the sort
of man to make mistakes.

- Well, this time he did.
- No harm done.

A great deal of harm done.

I'm beginning to wonder if
security for the conference

shouldn't be removed
altogether from this department.

And the PM agrees.

I would be very disappointed
if you made that decision.

Well, you may have
left me no choice.

What is it you want?

It's not what I
want, Miss Pierce.

It's what will satisfy
the prime minister.

He wants a resignation.

Mine?

No. Of course not.

Mine? That'd be enough?

Yes.

I do think this is a
resignation issue.

Not at all a problem.
You're very welcome.

- Foyle.
- Wait a minute.

- No, no.
- You wanted to hold back.

My source, my case, my decision.

Anything else?

I don't think so.

Thank you.

Foyle, what are you doing?

You can't resign.

- Well, you've changed your tune.
- I may well have done.

We were set up. You
do know that, don't you?

Yeah. Seems likely.

By who? What do they want?

Sorry. Can't help you.

No longer work here.

Bye.

I have to tell you,
Mr. Ord-Smith,

I do not appreciate
the Foreign Office

meddling in our
internal affairs.

I didn't fire him. He resigned.

You didn't leave
him much choice.

Well, he won't go quietly.

I expect you to keep an eye
on him and to keep me informed.

As you wish.

I don't know why we're
wasting so much time

discussing a minor
operative, an ex-policeman.

Let's keep our eye
on the ball, shall we?

Mrs. Kowalski, I hate to ask
you again, but I was wondering

if you could look after
Michael tomorrow night.

Mikey. Of course.

I can bring him over
to yours if that's easier.

About 6:00?

Where will you be?

Oh, I'm going to a meeting.

Oh. Politics. Not for me.

Somebody's got to do something.

The whole country's
in a bloody mess.

Perhaps these people
have got the answer.

Politics was all the
problem the last time.

Yeah.

Well, I'll only be
a couple of hours.

Mikey is all right?

I don't know.

- He's not coughing as much.
- Excuse me.

Thank you.

I don't know what
I'd do without you.

Where are you going to
stay while I take a look?

In the car, sir.

Correct.

Sam?

There's no furniture
upstairs. No beds. Nothing.

Well, he wasn't living here.

Then what was he doing?

Oh. That's us, sir.

Well, yes.

And what's he doing

with a photograph of us
outside the Woolfs' house?

Ah.

Over here.

Mr. Levy?

Yes.

I am Lea Fisher.

The instructions
are in the package.

Set it 12 hours before.

This is very important.

12 hours.

- Do you understand?
- I understand.

Good.

I've checked with the
porter. The room's ready.

I've booked you in
as a visiting lecturer.

Oh. Thank you.

Lecturing in what?

Politics and irregular
warfare by the sound of it.

I see.

You are all right?

Well, yes, of course.

As I said on the phone,

uh, my place is bound
to be being watched

after what's just happened

and, uh, calls monitored,
et cetera, et cetera.

So I'm very grateful.

This is all my fault, isn't it?

No, no. Not at all.

Can I, uh, get you a
drink or something to eat?

No. Really. No. Thank you.

I'll show you the room.

Right.

There's a telephone down in
the hallway there if you need it.

At least you can be
sure of no one listening in.

What do you think?

Perfect.

You sure it's all right?

Of course.

How's your French?

Fair to middling.

Well, that would be
a lot better than mine.

I thought this
might interest you.

What is it?

It's a report by the Direction
de la Surveillance du Territoire

of the sinking of Sir
David Woolf's ship,

the Jericho.

It'd be helpful to have a
firm idea of what it's saying.

Should you have this?

No. And I ought to point
out that neither should you.

When do you want it?

Soon as you like.

I'll have it for you tomorrow.

Thank you.

Have a good evening.

And you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

This is very good
of you, Dr. Bennett.

Call me Karen, please.

Tell me about this
child... Michael. Mikey.

I don't know much
about him, really.

Um, I met him on one
of my hospital visits.

When are you due?

What?

How did you know?

Oh, come on, dear.

Six months.

I rather like your husband.

- At least he means well.
- This is it.

That's more than you
can say for most politicians.

The boy... coughing,
temperature, watery eyes.

Sounds like whooping
cough. Probably second stage.

You say he's been in hospital?

Three weeks.

He was in the adult ward,

and his father wasn't
even allowed to see him.

Nothing unusual about that.

Did he try one of the
voluntary hospitals?

He couldn't get in.

Nothing unusual
about that either.

Half of them are going bust.

I hope he's in.

Oy.

It's as I thought, Mr. Barnes.

Your son has a serious
infection in his respiratory system.

What did they do for
him at the hospital?

Nothing very much.

They just said he
needed a good rest in bed.

That's what they always say.

Bed rest is cheaper.

Has he had any medicine?

This.

- Where did you get this?
- I bought it.

There's a doctor down the road.

Oh, this is useless.

Milk of magnesia with
peppermint extract.

If your son had a mild
stomach complaint, it might help.

I hold him over the tar
when they're doing the road.

The doctor said that would help.

It won't.

What your son
needs is penicillin.

Probably streptomycin.

He needs it now.

I can't afford it.
I'm not working.

I have to stay in
and look after him.

You don't have
to pay. It's free.

I belong to a local
insurance scheme.

There's a community
fund. I will draw on that.

Really?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Why are you doing this for me?

I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it for your son.

And it's not me. It's her.

I'll drive you home.

It's all right. I can walk.

Will this be enough to cover
it, do you think... the medicine?

Oh, it's ample.

This is very generous
of you, Mrs. Wainwright.

I just feel so lucky that
I'm being looked after...

That I can afford it, I mean.

- One day it will be different.
- I'll say.

You don't need to
worry about them.

I'll keep an eye on
them from now on.

Thank you.

I've translated all the
relevant pages you gave me.

The French suspect the
involvement of an organization

called the Defenders
of Arab Palestine.

I've found a couple of
things that might interest you.

There were two limpet
mines attached to the Jericho,

but in fact only one
of them went off.

The French managed
to recover the other one.

And look.

The second one included
4 1/2 pounds of explosives

and detonators
and aniseed balls...

Yes. Boules d'anis...
aniseed balls.

- Could that be right?
- Yes, it is right.

The British used them as fuses.

They dissolved in water
and created a time delay.

Are you saying these bombs
were made by the British?

It looks possible.

And there's this.

It's propaganda

supposedly put out by the
Defenders of Arab Palestine.

Copies were found
floating in the harbor at Sète.

Now, my Arabic is
good enough to know

that there are spelling
mistakes in here.

Even their own name.

I'll get it.

Mr. Lucas.

Good evening, Superintendent.

I hope you're not going
to tell me I can't go in.

Not at all, sir.

We're just here
to keep the peace.

- And between you and me...
- Keep the change.

I've always been
a great believer.

I'm tired of watching
this country go to the dogs

because of all the
bloody foreigners.

Kick 'em back where
they came from...

That's what I say.

I hope your speech
goes well, sir.

Thank you.

Did you manage to
see much of London?

Nicholas showed me everything.

We went to Trafalgar
Square, Downing Street,

the British Museum.

Oh, it's just a tiny part.

I had a lovely time.

When does your
course begin, Lea?

I haven't been accepted
yet. I have to sit an exam.

I thought it was all
arranged before you left.

So did I, but now they
say there's an exam.

We can go out again
tomorrow if you like.

No. I told you... I'm
working tomorrow.

Sorry.

Yes. Of course.

Please excuse me. I
have a terrible headache.

Of course.

And another thing.

There's no food in the shops.

Bread rationed.

No meat. No fruit.

No housing.

Nine families queuing
up for one council house,

and it might be months
before they can move in.

We still have soldiers in
Germany and in Palestine...

our husbands... our
husbands and our brothers

stuck in hellholes that
have nothing to do with them.

And who's paying for it?

Well, I'll tell you
who's paying for it.

We are!

Sometimes... Sometimes I
think you might be forgiven

for wondering if we
actually won the war.

When I look out
onto our streets,

I see a third-rate country...

Third-rate education,
third-rate health,

and a third-rate government
that's going nowhere!

We're not third-rate!

No, sir!

No.

And my party, my ideas
can make Britain great again.

"How?" you ask.

Well, I'll tell you how.

The answer, ladies
and gentleman,

lies in a European government
with a European parliament

and Britain at the very center
of a new European alliance.

We're not gonna
unite with the Jerries!

Or the Eyeties!

- Europe's not gonna help!
- No, no, no.

No, no, no. That's
not what I mean.

What I'm talking about...

is a Europe without Jews.

Father.

- It's all right.
- But you said...

A Europe without Poles
and Czechs and sheenies

and the Irish and the
gypsies and all of them!

All of them have
stolen our jobs,

our homes, and
our opportunities.

Who do you think controls
the black market, eh?

Who is it?!

Who is it who's sucking
money out of your pockets

to make themselves rich?

It was the Jews and
international business

who started this war,

and they're the only ones
who've benefited from it!

So who's with me, eh?

- I am!
- I am!

Who's gonna follow
me out onto the streets?

Who's gonna say, with
me, Britain for the British?

Come on!

Let's take back our streets.

Let's take back our country!

You coming?

No!

Coward!

Follow me!

No, sir, I don't think it's a
very serious disturbance.

It's just a few of the
locals letting off steam.

Probably we should, uh,
just leave them alone, sir.

Very good.

Yes. Thank you.

What is it?

There are people on the streets.

- They're smashing up shops.
- What?

It's because of the meeting.

I'm coming, too.

Stop the car. Stop the car!

Adam.

Adam.

- Adam!
- What do you think you're doing?

Come on!

Freedom of speech!

This won't solve anything!

What are you doing? Stop!

Get back in the car!

Go, go, go.

Mikey!

Sir... Sir, you
can't go through.

I have to! My son's in there!

- Is that your house?
- No, it's my neighbor's, but...

Are you the father?

We managed to get him out.

Mikey!

Thank God. Oh!

What about the Kowalskis?!
Husband and wife!

They live here!

Mr. Barnes!

What's going on?! What's
wrong with everyone?!

They were Polish!
They weren't Jewish!

They're just an old couple
doing no one any harm!

What do these people want?!

I don't suppose there's
much point going to bed now,

is there?

I'll make some tea.

- I could have prevented it.
- How?

We should have
banned the meeting.

I had the chance.

I don't know, Adam.

If you start banning things,
is that really the answer?

Two people died.

It wasn't your fault.

The police should
have been there.

That Superintendent Johnstone...

It was almost as if
he was on their side.

He did nothing.

What sort of MP am I

if I'm gonna have riots
in my constituency?

You did the right thing.

Lucas lied.

It wasn't a meeting,
and it wasn't a rally.

He just wanted to get
people upset and angry.

I let him do it.

Yes, you talked to
him. He just didn't listen.

I don't think so.

Fighting, fascism,
anti-Semitism.

You'd have thought people
would've had enough of that.

That's why it's so important
that you do what you do.

Father.

- Have you read these?
- I'm leaving.

I don't want to be
part of it anymore.

What on earth are
you talking about?

That speech you made.

You promised me you
weren't going to start anything.

But you did. You
did it deliberately.

And people died.

Two people. And they
weren't even British.

You can't say that.

That can't be what you mean.

I'm sorry, Robert.

It's not what I
intended to happen.

Is that what's made
you change your mind?

No.

I didn't agree
with you. Not ever.

- You've never said this before.
- I have said it.

You never listened.

All right, then.

Leave if you really want to.

Get out.

Do you think I need you?

Just go.

Robert.

Morning, morning.

Good. You're here.

Right. Pay attention.

Everyone will be
carrying passes,

which have already been issued.

You'll find the
names on these lists.

British government. Civil
service. Arab League.

Agudath Israeli
World organizations.

Journalists. Technical staff.

If the face doesn't
match the photograph,

if the name isn't on the
list, they don't come in.

Up, James.

What time does
the recording start?

At 10:00.

Oh, that will go in the back.

I'll get the next one.

Thank you.

Let me.

Thank you.

I'll see you later, then.

Yes.

I'm really glad you
came to stay, Lea.

I've never met
anyone like you before.

Bye, then.

Nicholas.

You sure you're
happy to do this?

Absolutely, sir.

I'll wait here. Thank you.

Ah. Mrs. Wainwright.

- What have you got there?
- Nothing.

You've just been
to records. May I?

These are the names and
personal details of senior officers

serving in the L Section
of the Special Air Service

during the war.

Clive Ord-Smith was their
commanding officer, as I recall.

If I had reason to believe

that you were taking
these out of the building...

If you were
intending, for example,

handing them
over to Mr. Foyle...

That would be a
very serious matter.

Do you understand?

Yes, Miss Pierce.

Lucky we didn't meet, then.

There's more tea.

Mm.

What's the matter?

It's Lea.

Ever since she came,
there's something...

What?

She hasn't applied to
King Edwards College.

I called them. They
haven't even heard of her.

And her father... He didn't
just die of a heart attack.

He was in British custody.

How do you know?

Nicholas told me.

And I think she was in his room.

In Nicholas' room?

What she was doing there?

No suitcase.

No clothes.

She's gone.

She can't have!

I think we need help.

I'll send the second
set of files upstairs.

And these as well?

Uh, yes. Thank you.

Mr. Foyle's office.

He said his name was Greenfeld

and he met you at Sir
David Woolf's house.

Yeah. I remember.

He said it was urgent, and
he sounded very worried.

Well, we'll stop on the way.

I don't want to get this
young woman in trouble.

There may be some
perfectly innocent explanation.

But I remembered meeting you,

and I didn't want
to call the police.

What would you like me to do?

Find her.

Maybe Nicholas knows something.
Maybe he knows where she is.

Nicholas is?

Our son.

And where's Nicholas?

He's working today.

He's a sound engineer.

He's at this big
London conference.

If you go that one over there,

that one that side, and
that one over on the end,

that will be perfect.

If you get the
cables cleared away

once that's done as well, great.

Justice for the Jewish people!

Justice!

When does the conference start?

10:00.

Lucky I did the fast-driving
course at the MTC.

Did you pass?

Second time.

Excuse me, sir. Could
you stop right there?

Security Service.

Do you have your
conference pass?

Uh, no, I don't.
It's very urgent.

Need to speak
to a Mr. Valentine,

head of security here.

I don't know a Mr. Valentine.

You must know
him. He's in charge.

I'm afraid I can't
let you through, sir.

- Not without a pass.
- I understand.

If you take a look
at your list here...

Miss!

- Miss?
- Come here!

Stop her!

I'm looking for Mr. Valentine!

I have to see him!
You don't understand!

- Sam?
- Mr. Valentine.

You have to find a
Nicholas Greenfeld.

He's the sound engineer.

We think he might
be carrying something.

There was a girl, Lea Fisher.

She was seen putting
boxes into his car.

Excuse me.

Nicholas Greenfeld?

Yes.

Don't touch anything.

- Is all this equipment yours?
- Yes.

Has anyone else
had access to it?

- Why?
- Just answer the question.

Uh, I-I don't think.

- Uh, yes. The wire...
- I said don't touch anything.

It's not working.

Can you please move away?

It opens here?

It's set for 10:00.

Um, let's clear the room.

Good God.

Uh, excuse me.

Can we clear the room,
please? Quickly as possible.

As quick as you can,
please, gentlemen.

- We have to clear the room.
- Quickly as possible, please.

This way.

Quickly as possible, please,

ladies and gentlemen.

- Please.
- After you.

- Thank you.
- This way.

- I'll get the next one.
- Thank you.

Nicholas.

I'd love to.

They killed my father.

I'm sure she won't
want to go with me.

I'd love to.

They're worse than the Nazis.

My mother didn't
want anyone to know.

Do you promise?

That's a wire recorder.

Detonators.

Thank goodness
for my basic training.

It's safe.

Good.

There's a young
woman called Lea Fisher.

We should find her.

If she's not in this building,
we should check ports, airports.

Right.

Lea?

They killed her father.

Are you Nicholas?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Madam, come with me.

I'm very sorry to
trouble you again.

I'm hoping you'll recognize

the men you saw
running from the house.

This was one of them, I think.

And this was the other one.

It was dark, but
I saw their faces.

Thank you.

Do you know who they are?

Yes.

Do you?

Yes.

I have to congratulate
you, Mr. Foyle.

Thanks to your quick thinking
and the tip-off, you did well.

That's not why you're here.

Oh?

You have to pay for the
death of Sir David Woolf.

I'm sorry?

Lady Woolf has identified
Ian Hughes and Gerry Aziz.

Both worked for you

under the misinformation
branch of the SAS.

And they've both been arrested.

I see.

We also know that it was a
clandestine British operation,

headed presumably by you,

that was responsible for
blowing up several ships

carrying Jews into Palestine.

Defenders of Arab
Palestine. It doesn't exist.

It was a front set up by you.

You do realize this is
classified information.

- At least you don't deny it.
- I don't need to.

I'm following instructions
from the very highest authority.

We have to stop trespass.
Do I have to remind you?

The illegal immigration
into Palestine.

The government white
paper of 1930 set the limits.

If those limits are broken,

it will destabilize
the entire region

and also infuriate
our Arab friends.

And that licenses
you to blow up ships?

Nobody is hurt.

Our job is merely to remove
the means of transportation.

Well, the Woolf family
were hurt rather badly.

Sir David's death
was an accident.

So you threatened
him accidentally?

You beat up his
son accidentally?

We exerted pressure.
He refused to listen.

And then we saw
him talking to you.

Well, I was there
in a private capacity.

We assumed he'd approached you,

and so I sent Hughes
and Aziz in to warn him off.

You attacked my son.

You talked to the
intelligence services.

We'll do worse than that.

No.

Wait. Wait!

He produced a gun
and was going to fire it.

Even so, I'm rather annoyed.

Killing is not
part of our remit.

You also took action to prevent
Foyle investigating any further.

That captain, Jack
Davey, did not exist.

He was one of your men.

- Yes.
- Misinformation.

You sent Foyle
after Amin Al Arif.

You then telephoned
the hotel to warn Al Arif

that Zionist terrorists
were on the way.

Mr. Griffin, of course,
was working for you

- all the time.
- Don't blame him.

He was doing his job.

Valentine, would you be so good

as to escort Mr. Griffin
from the building?

A pleasure.

No hard feelings, I hope.

Uh, I can find my
own way from here.

There is one more thing, James.

This is likely to get me
into all kinds of difficulties.

That's better.

There's really no point
in going on with all this.

No crimes have been committed.

Well, murder is still a
crime as far as I'm aware.

Self-defense.

And I was pursuing
official government policy.

So there's an end to it.

I'm not sure that I agree.

I want your resignation.

I want you out of your
office by lunchtime today.

- You're not serious.
- Perfectly.

We have enough evidence to
destroy your entire operation.

We'll see that it leaks out...

And I don't give a damn
about the consequences...

If you don't go.

Why?

Intimidation. Violence.
Blowing up ships.

I don't care about any of that.

But when you send
your spies in here,

when you deliberately
compromise one of my operatives...

One of my very
best operatives...

Then that's a step too
far, and I won't have it.

I am quite serious.

You are finished.

You will regret this.

I don't think so.

Thank you, Foyle.

Not at all.

Back to work, first
thing tomorrow.

Certainly.

I just don't understand you.

You would have
killed many people.

You would have killed my son.

You came to us.

We offered you hospitality.

But you used us.

You made him carry it in.

A homeland, yes.

A Jewish state. It's
what we all want.

But at this price?

Is this really what
we have to pay?

I'm rather disappointed in you.

You knew where he was.

You gave him the room.

And you didn't tell us.

I thought we had
an understanding.

I've had second thoughts.

Really?

I don't like lying.

Well, none of us like lying.

You could say it was
an occupational hazard.

Look, just keep us up to date.

The war is over, Miss Pierce.

I've left all that behind me.

Well, you may
have, but we haven't.

Watch him... and let us know.