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Rembrandt died
on the 4th October 1669...

and in his last self portraits,
I think you see a sense of calm

and of resignation.

He had known so much turmoil
and personal unhappiness,

but at the end
he found an acceptance.

It was, perhaps,
a triumph of art over life.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

We will be visiting Kenwood House
on Tuesday.

There are still places left.

So please let me know
if you wish to come.

Professor Van Haaren.
My dissertation -

I was wondering if -
The portrait of Jan Six?

Yes.
I'm half way.

Some interesting insights.

We will talk next week.

Thank you.

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

You all right?

Come on. You all right?

How are you?
I'm fine.

No bones broken.
Are you sure, really?

Thank you.
All right. Take it easy.

Thank you. Sorry.

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Come in, Foyle.

I'm in a quandary.
I don't much like it

and I doubt you will either,
but I inherited it

and there's not much
I can do about it.

It needs tact. Pieter Van Haaren.

Dutch, educated at
the University of Leiden.

Expert on Dutch art,
particularly Rubens and Rembrandt,

now a lecturer in London.

That's the cover.

And the reality?

Karl Strasser. Nazi.

SS Brigadefuhrer Karl Strasser

was a desk soldier
in SS Foreign Intelligence.

Arrested in Denmark
at the end of the war.

Since then, he has been an extremely
valuable intelligence asset

with an almost unrivalled knowledge
of Soviet spy networks.

It's in the file.
Mm-hm.

He believes that he's in danger.

Says someone
is planning to kill him.

Well, as a Nazi officer
in Postwar Britain, is he surprised?

Up to now, his cover's held.
He lives in a boarding house -

privately owned
but controlled by us.

In fact, his entire life
is carefully regulated.

But he keeps his head down.
As far as we can tell,

no-one even suspects
that he's German.

So?
Read the file. Meet him.

Assess the situation,
let me know what you think.

It would be annoying to have to
move him and change his name,

but if there really is any danger,
we can't afford to lose him.

I see.

And don't let your personal feelings
get in the way.

He was, after all,
a senior German officer -

you may not like him.
You may be right.

Indeed. Unfortunately, we need him.

They're smoking fags.
They're rude.

Half of them don't even go to school

and nobody's
doing anything about it.

Well, that's not quite true,
Mrs Jones.

We've looked into this
and the report by Dame Myra Curtis

will be published very soon.
It's all very well having reports.

But I don't feel safe
going out of the house.

Well, I'll talk to the police

and we'll see if we can get
some more officers on the beat.

The trouble is,
nobody has any respect anymore.

I'll see what I can do.

This way, Mrs Jones.
Thank you, dear.

Can we talk to the superintendent?
I'll make a note,

but she was complaining
about the police last week, so er...

Anyone else?
One more.

He's not a constituent,
so you don't have to see him.

Geoffrey Helliwell.
He's come up from Devizes.

Wiltshire?
I know. Bit of a hike.

Well, show him in.

Mr Helliwell, has somebody
offered you some tea?

I don't want tea,
thank you all the same.

Then how can I help you?
I want back what is mine.

There was a compulsory
purchase order in 1938.

The farm house, the land,
the whole works.

The RAF needed it -
1,000 acres for bombing practice.

Well, it was the war.
I didn't argue.

I was glad to do my bit.
But I made it very clear.

It was only for the duration,
then I'd buy it back.

That's what we agreed.
I wrote to you, Mr Helliwell.

As I understand it,
the land had risen in value.

Doubled in value. In eight years?
That's not possible.

There must have been
an independent valuation.

How independent was it?
That's what I want to know.

Your a minister, Mr Roper,
won't tell me.

Why is he hiding behind you?
You need to understand,

this is a local surgery for issues
relating to West Peckham.

That's what they all say.
Not my business!

Mr Helliwell. Where are you staying?

Kensington. Maythorpe Hotel.

I'll talk to Mr Roper. I'm sure it's
more straightforward than you think.

You lot think you can get away
with this, but let me tell you,

I know there's something dirty
going on. I can smell it.

Well, thank you very much,
Mrs Wainwright,

and I'll see you next Wednesday.

We'll have the results
of your tests by then.

And in the meantime,
you look after yourself.

Thank you, Doctor.
Miss Browne? Hello, Doctor.

Hello. How was it?

I'm sorry?
The dentist.

Yes. Absolutely fine, sir.

All in order.

Good. How's Adam?
Busy.

Enjoying it?
Well, he is.

Truth is, I hardly see him now that
he's become a private secretary.

I always used to tell him
about my work.

These days, I feel if I
open my mouth I'll get arrested.

Well, he'd understand that,
wouldn't he?

He doesn't even notice.

He's got the minister,
his party manager, constituents.

He hardly has any time left for me.

So what is this place?
A nest of spies?

Yep. But they're our spies.

Well, that's all right, then.

Yes?

Good morning. I'm looking for
a Professor Van Haaren.

He's not here.
If you want to see the professor,

you should come back
when the library's closed. I see.

Yes. He likes his books,
the professor.

Old paintings and painters.
Can't see the fascination myself.

Who shall I say called?
My name's Foyle.

He can reach me any time
on this number.

And what's this about?

He doesn't get that many visitors,
Herr Van Haaren.

Likes to keep himself to himself.
Know what I mean?

You'll find he's expecting me.

Right.
How many people live here?

Three tenants. Three rooms.
If you're looking for somewhere,

I'm afraid you're out of luck.
No, no. Just wondering.

Just nosey. I don't mean to be rude
but we're not very sociable here.

It's just the way we are.

Do tell him I called.

If I see him, I'll let him know.

Professor Van Haaren?
I bet that's not his real name.

Why do you say that?
I don't know.

I suppose I don't trust anyone
anymore.

Does that include me?

You and Adam are about
the only people I do trust.

Did you notice
there was someone watching you?

What was all that?

He said his name was Foyle.

I know. I heard.

What does he want?

This phone number's
Leconfield House.

I wonder if they know.

Know what?
About you and the professor.

How would they know about that?
Unless you told them.

I'm on your side, Brenda.
We both want the same thing.

And what's that?
We want him dead.

Mutinies? They're not mutinies,
they're strikes!

You can't go shooting
members of the Royal Air Force.

The grievance is real!
Thank you, Adam.

Anything else? I've got a briefing.
Actually, there is one thing.

I had a visit at my surgery
from a Geoffrey Helliwell.

Helliwell?

Helliwell.
From Devizes. Man with the land.

Without the land - he wants it back.
What's this?

To sign.

I had a look
at the original contract.

The agreement to buy back
was at the current market value.

And it was assessed
by the local district valuer.

George Gibson.
You've been into the files?

I thought I should take a look.
You don't mind? No, not at all.

You can go round to his hotel
and buy him a drink if you like.

You'll be wasting your time.

The land isn't with this department
anymore.

It was transferred to Ag and Fish.
Could we do that?

Absolutely. And right now,
maximising food production

is this country's
number one priority.

Practically an emergency.
I don't need to tell you that.

Yes, sir. Sorry.

Do you want me to write to him?

No, minister. I'm sorry.
There's really no need.

Right, in that case,
concentrate on these strikes.

The fact is,
I'm inclined to sympathise.

We really should be bringing back

these pilots and aircrew
from Karachi and Delhi now

before this whole thing
blows up in our faces.

I'm a loan voice, of course.

Adam.
Problems?

All right, mate?

So, you pulled Strasser. Bad luck.

Do you know him?

Not really. You should talk to
Miss Pierce. He was one of hers.

Well, doesn't surprise me.
He helped break up Red Five.

And what's that?
Oh, it's a Soviet network

operating mainly out of Sweden,
but it had its supporters here.

I can pull out some files for you
if you like.

Thank you. Did you ever meet him?

I was in the same room
but we didn't speak.

He was a big noise

in the counterintelligence service
of the Sicherheitsdienst.

Formidable knowledge
of Soviet spy technique.

I didn't like him.
I found him arrogant.

Well, they all are.
And no active service?

Apparently not.
Spent the war behind a desk.

Saw which way the wind was blowing,
then hotfooted it up to Copenhagen

just before Jerry packed it in.
Have you met him yet?

I've met his landlady.
Oh. Brenda Stevens.

She used to work here
on the switchboard.

She inherited the house
from her mother.

She keeps an eye on some of
the waifs and strays from SOE.

She's useful. There's such
a shortage of rooms in London.

Does she know who he really is?

Well, none of them do.

May I?

How did you find me?

I telephoned the hotel
and they told me what had happened.

Then I spoke to the police.

They say it was straightforward
robbery with violence.

They took my wallet with Ј10.

And my watch.
You think differently?

Well, it's quite a coincidence,
wouldn't you say?

I come down complaining to you

and the next thing I know,
I'm in here.

Mr Helliwell, that is
a ridiculous assertion. Is it?

Apart from anything else, I didn't
tell anyone where you were staying.

That's what you say.

Here's my telephone number.

If there's anything
I can do for you -

You'll be the first person
I'll call.

How is he?
Well, he's a bit shaken up.

I'm sure. It's terrible.

Did he have anything to say?

He wasn't too pleased to see me.

You don't think there's anything
dodgy going on, do you?

I don't know, Sam.
Charles Roper's a good man.

I've never met anyone
more dedicated to his work.

He's been very kind to me.
But?

Well, he can't have had
anything to do with this.

But the land doubling in value?
It just doesn't make any sense.

Farmland, food. It could be worth
quite a bit, couldn't it?

I suppose so.

You said there was
a local land valuer.

George Gibson.
But he's left Devizes.

I wouldn't know where to start.
I could help you find him.

It goes with the job. I can
find out anything about anybody.

I could even find out about you.

And what secrets do you think I'm
keeping from you, Mrs Wainwright?

Seriously. Adam, if you're thinking
it wasn't just a robbery...

Quick, quick.

Boys, no running!

Miss Watkins.
Mr Nelson. It's good to see you.

Mr Wilson is back. And Mr Hennessey.
You remember him?

Of course.

His production of Julius Caesar
with 2A - very ambitious.

Is that a sweet in your mouth,
Simmonds?

Yes, Miss Watkins.

Spit it out, please,
and put it in a handkerchief.

You know the rules.
Yes, Miss Watkins.

Here we are.

It's good to have you back again,
Nelson.

1C hasn't been the same without you.

Thank you, Headmaster.

When did you get back?

Er... it's erm... been a year now,
sir.

Er...15 months.

But I erm... I wasn't well.

Wounded?
Yes.

Yes, quite...

Quite badly.

Er... September of '44.

In er... in France.

You're looking very fit.

Oh, they managed to patch me up.

But it's erm...

It's still been erm...

slow.

Yes, well, I can understand.

And you're er... you're still living
with your sister?

Yes. She's er... she's putting me up.

She-she was the one who-who-who...
who told me to write.

We'd be very happy
to welcome you back to Hillstead.

As it happens, there might be a
position for a junior French master.

And music, of course.

You still playing?

Erm... sometimes.

Quite a number of the staff
delayed their retirement

for the duration of the war.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I just er...

get erm...

er... headaches

now-now and then.

Maybe it would be better
if you had a little more rest

before you return to the fray, hmm?

Shall we er...

Shall we leave it at that?

Yes, Headmaster.

Mr Foyle? I just had a call
from Professor Van Haaren.

He asked if you might meet him
this evening

at the university library
after his lecture.

What did you say?
I said you'd be there.

I would have asked Mrs Wainwright,
but she seems to have left early.

What time this evening?
Seven o'clock.

All right.

Mr Foyle?

Yes.

I am so glad to meet you.

Please.

Jan Six. The son of a merchant.

A magistrate.
The mayor of Amsterdam.

And yet immortalised
by this portrait painted in 1654.

You are familiar
with the works of Rembrandt?

Not part of my brief.

I am sure this is not easy for you.

It is not easy for me either -
to ask you for help, for protection.

I understand that's what you want.

I am aware that I have
few friends here,

but given that I have been
of service to you,

surely it is not too much to ask

that you should consider
whether I am safe.

Well, apparently,
that's why I'm here.

You have read my file?
Yes.

I studied art history in Hamburg.

And law.
Very good.

And joined the SS in '33.

Yes.

I saw the way the wind was blowing,
Mr Foyle.

Perhaps that has been true
of my whole life.

The book burning, the persecution,
the volksgericht people's court.

I make no apology. I had to survive.

First counterintelligence, later in
the Reich's Main Security Office.

You would have been
too old to fight, I imagine.

But perhaps you had a son.

Have you been threatened?

Not threatened. Not yet.

Protection from what, then?

I have become aware
of a man who has been following me.

I cannot describe him to you
for he has always been too far away

and he disappears
the moment I turn around.

But I have seen him
four or five times.

How do you know it's the same man?

There is something about his gait,
the way he stands.

Is he in uniform?
No. A suit.

Mufti, I believe,
is the correct word.

And he's not approached you?
No.

But in the last week,
there have been telephone calls

at the hostel
and here at the library.

When I answer, there is silence
at the other end.

And then, two days ago...

Delivered to the hostel.

It is live.

Well, this is standard issue,
which is perhaps not a surprise.

Obviously someone has recognised you.
He makes his point very clear.

Presumably there's a gun
to go with the bullet.

I wonder why he hasn't used it.
It would seem to erm...

have saved a lot of trouble.

Perhaps I have not given him
the opportunity.

How do you get from here
to the hostel?

Sometimes I walk. Sometimes I drive.

So, what will you do?

Well, there doesn't appear to be
very much I can do.

I mean, it might be best if you were
to move or change your name maybe?

That would be inconvenient.
That would be impossible.

What do you suggest?

Find this man.

Arrest him if you must. Find out
what it is that he has against me.

I'll see what I can do.
Is that all?

For the moment, yes.

Sir Alec.
Lieutenant General Hoyt Jackson,

Army Navy Communications
Intelligence Board.

I think you know Ray Donovan
from the embassy.

Yes. We have met.
Good to see you again, Miss Pierce.

How can we help you gentlemen?
I'll get straight to the point.

Karl Strasser.
SS Brigadefuhrer Karl Strasser.

Our Department of Justice wants him.

Miss Pierce?

I can't say
I'm familiar with the name.

Then let me refresh your memory.

You picked him up in Roskilde
in June last year

and spirited him back to England.
You spent a year interrogating him

and you've been using him
for intelligence.

He may be in London. I don't know.
But you do.

I'd be very grateful if you could
expedite an interview with him

at the earliest opportunity.

As I'm sure both you gentlemen
are aware,

I was not part of this organisation
last June.

With respect, sir, you are now.

And I'm sure you were given
a full assessment of the situation.

Of course, it's always possible
he could be using another name.

But if that were the case, one of
you would have given him that name.

I'll look into it.

Sir Alec, you haven't even asked
why we want Strasser.

Do I need to know?
Well, sir - I did not think so.

He's in charge.
She pulls the strings.

Hard as nails.
The bitch.

I have to say that I am very unhappy
with this situation, Miss Pierce.

I dislike having to lie.

To them?
To anyone.

You say my predecessor
went along with this arrangement?

Professor Van Haaren
is very useful to us, Sir Alec.

He'd better be.

Oh. It's you.
You're up late, Mr Parry Jones.

I can't sleep.
I can never bloody sleep.

I wonder why.

Somebody broke into my room
while I was in the library with you.

It was on my bed.

Any significance to this?

The significance is that the door
was locked and only I have the key.

What significance
might there be to this?

Sunflower - it was the name
of an operation in Northern France.

Near Mortain.

Sonnenblume.

An attempt to hold back
the American advance.

And you were there?

It had nothing to do with the SS.
It was planned by the OKW,

the Oberkommando der Wehrmacht.

It was in August, 1944.

There were a great many casualties.

American, English...

and German.

Who else was here last night?

Mr Parry Jones.
He came downstairs as I arrived.

Mr Tchorek - he's Polish,
speaks no English.

He was asleep, I believe.

And Mrs Stevens -
she was also in the house.

Do you have a window in your room?

Well, this erm... doesn't lock.

I am aware of that.

Easy enough to get in here.

They still need to know
the location of my room.

And for that, they would have been
told by someone inside.

You mean someone here?

Someone inside your organisation,
Mr Foyle.

How well do you get on with
the other residents?

I keep myself to myself.

Yeah, probably wise.

Why do you ask me
these foolish questions, Mr Foyle?

This is what I warned you
would happen.

First the phone calls,
then the bullet and now... that.

Well, a flower on your bed
hardly constitutes a death threat.

A sunflower, Mr Foyle!

It is a provocation.
Let me assure you.

This man knows where I am.
He is telling me he can reach me.

Next time, maybe soon,
he will make his move.

Mm-hm.

Are you waiting for someone?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

And who would that be?

Do you live here?
I board here.

I wouldn't quite call it living.

I recognise the car.
Are you with Mr Foyle?

I'm his driver. Yes.

Leconfield House.

Don't worry, we're on the same side.

I don't suppose you're
interested in dinner?

Yes, I am. Very interested.
But not with you, I'm afraid.

Shame.

You should have told me
who you were, Mr Foyle.

I'd have been more helpful.
Yes, I'm sure.

So erm... heard nothing?
Any visitors last night?

I was in bed by 9:00.
Jewell and Wariss on the wireless

and a cup of cocoa.
That was it for me.

You'd have a key to his room,
wouldn't you?

Of course.

I hardly know Professor Van Haaren.
I don't know anything about him.

I make it my business not to know

and nobody at the service
tells me anything.

And the other tenants?
Mr Tchorek and Mr Parry Jones?

Same. If you want to talk to them,

they'll be down at
the Coach and Horses, playing chess.

Have you ever been to Holland?

What's that got to do with anything?

Have you?

My husband's Dutch.
We met in Amsterdam.

I had a job at the Metropole Hotel
then we came back here.

He was killed in the war.

Run over in the blackout, silly sod.
He never saw active service.

The tenants have no idea
of your connection with us?

Of course not.
I'm just the landlady. That's all.

And if anything strange happens,
anything unusual, I report back.

Like this for example?

That was very strange, definitely.

Anything else?
The nurse.

The nurse?

I put in a report two weeks ago.

A young woman came calling.
In her twenties. Blonde.

Quite a pretty girl.
She said she was looking for a room

and I do get a quite few people
knocking at the door.

But we got nattering
and it seemed to me

she was interested in the professor.
Asked about him. Just like you.

A nurse where?
Uniform of St Mary's. Paddington.

Go to the hospital,
see what you can find out. Yes, sir.

You're sure it was St Mary's?

I lived round the corner once.
I'd know it anywhere.

And you'd recognise her again?
Yes.

Would you be able to point her out
to me?

Yes.
Right.

Sir, these are the notes
for the broadcast later tonight.

Thank you.

You see, the problem
is one of perception.

Our RAF boys are out there in India

and we tell them
we can't bring them all home -

they're preserving
our regional interests. Quite.

But what they see
is ships reserved for GI brides

and ships supplying
the East Indies... Sir.

While they're stuck there
with malaria and dysentery.

No wonder they're angry.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, I'm all right.
I never thought government -

at least if you want to change
anything - would be so complicated.

No wonder the Tories
prefer the status quo.

It's more relaxing.
You can send this. Well done.

Thank you.

Did you hear anymore
from that chap Helliwell?

Er... no, sir.

Charlotte, I wonder
if you can help me?

Typewriter jammed again?
No. I'm trying to find someone.

It's for Mr Foyle. He's trying
to find their whereabouts.

Who is it?

His name is George Gibson.
He was a land valuer in Devizes,

but he's moved. That's all we know.

Well, it should be simple enough.
You can look at the electoral rolls,

tax records, ID cards.
And if he's moved,

he'll have left a change of address
with the Post Office.

I'll check it out for you.

Foyle.

Christopher Foyle.

I feel I know the name.

Hill House.

It was a training centre.
You were there briefly.

And you were SOE?

That's right. Baker Street
with Gubbins till the bitter end.

You were a policeman, I recall.

Well, that's right.

Never forget a name or a face.
Goes with the training.

But I can't help you, Mr Foyle.
And he certainly can't.

He doesn't speak a word of English.

Shall I tell you something
rather rum?

He was fluent once.
When I first met him -

that was at Hill House - he could've
passed as a country squire.

But now it's all gone.

Not a word.
What do you make of that?

It's very strange.
Yes. It does strange things to you -

being captured and tortured
by the Nazis.

As ex-SOE, would an operation called
Sunflower mean anything to you?

Sunflower?

Well, actually erm... Sonnenblume.
It was a German operation

in Northern France
a couple of years ago.

No. Never heard of it.
What's the connection?

I thought you were investigating
a break-in.

Well, whoever broke in left behind
a sunflower in the Professor's room.

A strange gift for a man
studying Rembrandt, don't you think?

More appropriate for someone
researching Van Gogh.

Colonel Jackson.

Miss Pierce.
I was wondering if you had time

to reflect on
last night's conversation?

I think you should talk to Sir Alec.

Sir Alec will do
what you tell him to do.

I think we all know that.

I can't help you.

I want Strasser.
I want him Stateside.

I want you to know I'm not gonna
let you stand in the way.

I understand.

I'm not sure you do.

Any lack of cooperation on your part

would be out of keeping with the
Communication Intelligence agreement

we signed with you last March.
We could terminate that agreement.

I see.
I'll go further.

It might also seriously compromise
the various loans

being discussed by my government
with yours.

I know Strasser is useful to you,

but we're not gonna let you
protect him.

I'm off, then.

What are you going to do today?

Maybe you'll hear from Mr Leonard.
You said the interview went well.

Tommy...

you know I hate leaving you
like this, but I have to go to work.

For the both of us.

It's all the fault
of this beastly war.

I wish you'd never gone.

Maybe...

Maybe you should think about
going back to Norton.

You were happier there.
We could write to Dr Trevelyan.

I'm all right.
Of course you are.

Come with me for lunch
if you fancy it.

Twelve o'clock.

Otherwise, I won't be late.

Come on!
Keep doing it. Come on.

How many RAF personnel

do we now have in the Muar Camp
in Kuala Lumpur

and the Tel el-Kebir Camp in Egypt?

I believe the figure
is about 30,000 in total.

And you would deplore the reports
that have been coming in.

No washing facilities.
Water in the tents. Yes.

Mud everywhere.
Yes of course, Mr Cranston,

the conditions are deplorable.
And my ministry's -

Would you use the word 'mutiny'
to describe the mens' action?

Absolutely not.

I would say they have a grievance
and should be listened to.

What do you think?
I thought it went very well.

You sounded concerned.
I am concerned.

I meant you managed to handle
the issue of the strikes perfectly.

Yeah, an impertinent question.

What does he think
we're trying to do? Roper!

Mr Helliwell.

It's all right, Adam.
Yeah. It's all right.

What do you think I'm going to do?
Hit him with my crutches?

Mr Helliwell, what can I do for you?

I just want you to know
that this isn't over.

You can lie to me,
you can set your thugs on me,

but one day I'll get to the truth
about my land.

I promise ya.

Thugs?

Thank you for coming.

Well, you asked to see me.

I cannot concentrate on my work
while all this is happening.

I have to know what you have done,
what you have found out.

Well, very little. I spoke to the
other residents and to the landlady.

Mrs Stevens. Yes.

I wonder... what do you think
about her?

She's an attractive woman.

Well, she couldn't tell me much
and neither could the others.

The truth is,
there's little more I can do.

So what do you suggest?

Well, the same as I suggested
the last time.

Your best advice is to move.

I told you,
I do not wish to do that.

I fly to France, to Holland,
to Denmark.

I hide for a month a year.
This has already been offered to me.

How does it help?
The further away the better, I'd say.

You have done nothing!
That's a fair assessment.

Gottverdamt! This is your fault!

You do nothing! Now you see!

How bad is it?

It's just a scratch.

Now, Mr Foyle,
will you do something?!

That's her there with blonde hair.

Thank you, Mrs Stevens.

Where have you been?

How's Strasser?
He'll survive.

Not for much longer,
the way things are going on.

What do you know about him?
I told you. No, I mean, really know?

Listen, I'm not going to pretend
I like having you here.

I thought it was a good idea
to recruit a policeman.

You don't fit in.
But between you and me,

I'm not always proud
of what we get up to here either

and, quite frankly, I despise the
idea of protecting a bloody Nazi.

That's not why I joined
intelligence.

You haven't answered the question.

Sir Alec wants to see you.

The building's in uproar.

This situation is out of control -
a shootout in London.

It's not Chicago.
This is intolerable.

I agree.

And no arrest?

Well, you must have some idea
of what's going on.

Well, it all seems to be connected

with a German operation in Northern
France in 44' called Sunflower.

Would that mean anything to you?

I mean, it's not impossible

that Strasser is being targeted
by one of the residents at the hostel

but I don't think that's likely.
Why not?

Well, the bullet, the sunflower.
I mean, why beat about the bush?

Just shoot him in the bath.
Wouldn't you?

Make absolutely sure he's safe.
That's our number one priority.

Where is he now?
Back at the hostel.

Right, men on guard,
round the clock.

We'll do as Miss Pierce says.
24 hour protection.

But I want him moved at
the first opportunity. That's all.

One last thing, Foyle.

Who is George Gibson?

You had him traced
to a house in Croydon.

You authorised a tap on his phone.

What's this all about?
Red Five.

It's a network
that Strasser helped us break up.

Could be a link.
This man Gibson?

Could be part of it.
Right. Well, keep at it.

Thank you.

Red Five?

I thought it was dormant.

This is getting out of hand.

It was wrong of me, sir.
I should have asked you first.

Absolutely right.

I wanted to help Adam.

Commendable, but nothing like
a good enough excuse.

They could prosecute you. How many
times do you need to be told?

What's this land used for?
Food production.

Ministry of Agriculture.
But there must be something wrong,

because the value has doubled in
eight years. Gibson was the valuer?

Yes, sir.
And if Mr Roper's up to no good,

then where does that leave Adam?

Thank you for helping me, sir.

Well, I'm trying to save my own skin
as well.

Gotta get myself out of the lie
I've just told for you.

Nothing?

Let's try round the back.

Mr Gibson?
Yes.

I'm sorry, we did ring.
Oh, that's all right.

What can I do for ya?
Erm... broad beans and peas.

I'm afraid you're about
three months early.

No, no, no, no. We understand
you used to live in Devizes?

Twenty years.
This is my wife's mum's place.

When she died, we decided to
move back to London.

I don't know you, do I?
No, no, no. The name's Foyle.

This is erm...
Samantha Wainwright. Hello.

What can I do for you?

I wonder how much you'd be able to
tell us about the valuation

on a piece of land that used to
belong to a family called Helliwell

in Devizes.

I don't know anything about it.

It was you who made the valuation,
Mr Gibson.

No. Well, it might have been.
I can't remember.

This was a piece of farmland
about 1,000 acres,

subject to
a compulsory purchase order.

What? I don't know anything
about it. Who are you, anyway?

We're with the er... security service.

My ID.
What?

Look, I can't help you.
I did loads of valuations.

I can't remember all of them.
I have nothing more to say to you.

There's a call.

Hello?

Leaving us, Professor?

For a short while, Mrs Stevens.
Just a week or two.

Going somewhere nice?

I think I will drive down to
Brighton.

Get some sea air?
Why don't you go for a nice swim?

Drown yourself while you're at it.

- Good morning.
- You're off, then?

Yes.

It's all right, gentlemen.
The car is just here.

We'll be here when you get back.

I hope so.

We don't need to waste anymore time

hanging around here.
Let's get back to HQ.

I can't believe you did this.

Well, you'd have done
the same for me. Sam...

What?
No, seriously. You shouldn't have.

Why not?
Because...

you can't just eavesdrop because
you think they're up to no good.

But I was right, wasn't I?
It doesn't make any difference.

I was doing this for you!
What about you? Does Foyle know?

Yes.
Did he approve?

Not exactly.

I'm not surprised.

I mean, what's going to happen
if someone finds out?

You could lose your job.
I could lose my job?

I was trying to help you, Adam.
You started this.

You said there was something wrong.
There's the proof in your hand.

I can't believe
you're not more grateful.

Of course I'm grateful.

Thank you. But this isn't
just illegal, it's unthinkable.

They took him away in two pieces.

Grenade attached to the steering
column - fairly simple booby trap.

Strasser pulled the pin out when he
opened the door. An old SOE trick.

Is it now?

What happened to the two men
that were looking after him?

Well, dereliction of duty
springs to mind.

And no-one thought to, you know,
check the car before he got in?

Precisely.

We were supposed to be
looking after him.

Why didn't you move him
after the shooting?

Sir Alec wants to see you
immediately.

We're going to have to
talk to the Americans.

We were about to hand him over!

I think you have
some explaining to do, Mr Foyle.

There's little to explain. You know
he was here under a Dutch pseudonym.

He was in touch because he believed
his life was at risk

as a result of anonymous letters
and phone calls.

That was before you approached us.
And I was asked to look into it.

Seems like
you didn't look hard enough.

I take equal responsibility
with Mr Foyle.

I think you're being unfair,
Colonel.

I'm sure these gentlemen
did everything they could.

We didn't have a lot of time.
I only met him a few days ago

and things moved rather rapidly.

Someone broke into his room.
There was an attempt to shoot him

and now, of course, this.
Someone had blown his cover?

So he believed.
A sunflower was left in his room,

which seemed to have significance
for him.

You're right there, Mr Foyle.

It relates to an operation
in which... Strasser was involved.

Sonnenblume.
That's Kraut for Sunflower.

Northern France. 1944.
And what happened there?

All you need to know
is that 26 American soldiers died

in what we believe was a war crime.

Strasser was behind a desk
in Berlin.

That's what he says.

May I make an observation,
Colonel Jackson?

Please, go ahead, Miss Pierce.

No matter what the truth is
about Strasser,

there can be no doubt that the
information he gave us saved lives,

both British and American.

A great deal of what we know about
Russian intelligence is down to him.

The point being?

I make no apology for using him.

The stakes are too high.

But he's dead.

That's the end of it.
The matter is closed.

Closed?

We have been made to look fools,
so that's enough on the matter.

Go on, kick it!

Thanks, Missus.

Come on.

He never got to Brighton.

He told you where he was going?

The last time we spoke.
He said he was off.

And then I heard it -
an almighty bang.

So you're not exactly grief stricken?
He boarded here. I hardly knew him.

Well, I think you knew
exactly who he was.

Oh yes?

Well, you knew he was German.
German?

I think you knew.
What makes you think that?

The first time we met,
you called him Herr Van Haaren.

'Herr Van Haaren'.

Not 'Professor Van Haaren',
not 'Mijnheer Van Haaren'.

You were married to a Dutchman.

If you believed Van Haaren was Dutch,
you'd have said 'Mijnheer'.

You knew he was German.

All right.

I knew exactly who he was.
And what he was.

Yet you had a relationship with him?

Who told you that?
He did. In as many words.

My husband's dead. I'm alone.

I did briefly know Herr Strasser.

I myself to him, Mr Foyle.

To a German. A Nazi.

Have you any idea
how that makes me feel?

And when I found out,
when I confronted him,

do you know what he did?

He laughed. It just goes to show,
they're all the same under the skin.

The master race.

He thought it was funny
that he'd had his way

with some poor, stupid English woman

and I couldn't be more pleased
the bastard's dead.

How did you find out who he was?

I knew he wasn't Dutch.
I knew it from the moment I met him.

How did you know?
I took a shufti in his room.

Don't ask about the lock.
Easy enough to pick

and easier still as Mrs Stevens
keeps the spare keys in the kitchen.

And then what?
He'd kept his Wehrpass.

It's his military record book.

It seems he wasn't so ashamed
of his past after all.

And you told her who he was?

Had an idea the two of them
were having the joyfuls.

I thought she ought to know.

A hand grenade device in a car
would be fairly familiar to you.

Basic SOE training. I can see where
you're going with that, Mr Foyle.

But I didn't kill him
and I'll tell you why.

I hate the Nazis for what they did
to Europe, to the Jews,

to the agents I knew personally,
to poor Edward here.

Strasser was undoubtedly a Nazi,
whatever Pierce may have told you.

Did you know
what the life expectancy

of an SOE agent was during the war,
Mr Foyle?

Six weeks.

But they still volunteered.

Young men and women
like Edward here.

When it was all over,
what did they do?

They gave up on us.
Right now they're disbanding us.

Well, they're picking a few of us
for MI5 and MI6.

And the rest? Not wanted.
Not needed. Thank you and goodbye.

A new world.
Exactly.

A new world where we protect
and look after Nazis

because they're useful to us.

What does that make us,
do you think?

Makes you wonder
what it was all for.

See you later.

All right.

- I'll be back in an hour, sir.
Right-o.

Something else, Adam?

Yes, I'm afraid there is, sir.

It's about this business
with the land near Devizes.

I thought we'd agreed
to let that lie.

I tried to but I couldn't.

Not after Geoffrey Helliwell
was attacked.

You told me he was the victim
of a robbery.

Or an attempt to intimidate him.

Is that what you think?

The Helliwell property
was revalued on 28th July last year.

The valuer, George Gibson,
lied when he made that valuation.

He actually doubled the land value

to prevent the owners
from buying it back.

Did he tell you this?

No, sir.

Well, even supposing it's true,
why are you bringing it here?

Because Mr Gibson was acting on
instructions given by you.

He was interviewed yesterday

and immediately afterwards,
he telephoned you,

here, in your private office.

This is a transcript
of that telephone call.

May I ask how you acquired this?

I'm afraid I can't tell you.

Well...

seems pointless for me to deny it

since you have it here
in black and white.

I suppose I should congratulate you
on a... job well done.

Aren't you curious
as to why I wanted the land?

Was it for money?

Money? Yes, it was the money.

Geoffrey Helliwell is a developer.
He wants the land to build on

and squeeze for as much money
as he can get.

And yet, Adam, what is
the single greatest challenge

facing this country at the moment?
Food production.

If I could keep 1,000 acres
of prime farming land

out of the hands of a grasping
profiteer and under the plough...

I consider I'd be doing my duty.
You don't agree?

It's... it's still a fraud.

I put my country first.

You should learn something
about politics, Adam.

If you really want to
help your country,

sometimes you have to make
uncomfortable decisions.

Lying? Breaking the law?

Who's seen this?

No-one.

Who's going to?

I see.

Get out.

It sickens me, Adam. Sickens me...

that you should think
I was in it for the money.

I cross checked the flats
with the hospital records.

Her name's Mary Nelson.
She lives on the fourth floor.

We need to know why you were at
the hostel at Breacon Street.

Is this about Tommy?

Who is Tommy?
He's my brother. He sent me there.

He wanted to know about a Dutchman
who had a room there. A professor.

Professor Van Haaren.
Yes.

Why did he want to know?
Well, he didn't tell me.

He saw him at the university
library. It was quite by chance.

Tommy saw him and, well, after that
it was like an obsession.

What did you tell him?

Not very much.
Only what the lady told me.

He'd been there for three months.
He had a room on the top floor.

Has something happened?
Has Tommy done something?

Do you know where he is?

I've got no idea.

I've been so worried about him.

Tommy was very badly injured
after D-Day.

He was in Normandy.
He was shot in the head.

He never talked to me about it,

but the truth is,
he never recovered.

Not-not really.

Er... it took him a year
to recover physically.

Then he went to a hospital
in Reading -

a wonderful place
called Norton Park.

They tried to put him
back together again -

you know, mentally.

Do you think he could have
gone back there?

I don't know. I suppose so.

I don't know
why I didn't think of it first.

Do you remember
the name of his doctor?

How do you do, Mr Foyle?
John Trevelyan.

How do you do?
Welcome to Norton.

Thomas Nelson is a patient of yours?
Yes. He came back to us yesterday.

But I'm a bit concerned
about him speaking to you.

Why would that be?

'Mr Nelson
has been severely traumatised

by what happened to him
in Normandy.'

'It's still very difficult
for him to talk about it.'

He talks to you.
Well, he talks within a group.

That's what we do here.
In that environment,

Tom can face up
to what happened to him.

But alone it is much more difficult.

I understand the need
to protect the patient,

but the truth is, he could be
in an awful lot of trouble

and at some point
he'll need to speak.

If you talk to him, you talk to him
under my supervision.

Fair enough.

I er...

I was with the Royal Artillery

in erm... in France.

Captain...

Captain Thomas Nelson,
reporting for duty.

It's all right, Tom.
You don't have to do this.

I was...

I was attached to a...

a US Army field artillery unit.

Observe.

Report back. Weaponry. Tactics.

It was erm...

It was a good...

good-good bunch.

All er... very, very young

and far from home.

And er...

And er... I was with them
when it erm...

When it...

when it all went wrong.

We'd er... We'd got separated.

We were... trapped
behind enemy lines.

A farmhouse in a place called...

Mmm... Mmm...

M-Mortain.

It was...

It was hopeless.

Sergeant!

We're surrendering!
Prepare a white flag!

Destroy all documents...
and signalling gear.

Move it!

And then...

we er... went out.

'Honourable surrender.'

'Conventions of war.'

'Not this time.'

Not this time.

Fire!

I somehow er... managed to get away.

And all I can remember...

are the sunflowers.

The farm... was...

'..was surrounded by sunflowers.'

'And erm...'

And I...

I thought I could...

hide in the field.

The er...

The bullet...

didn't-didn't kill me.

I don't know why not.

A French woman found me.

And I was...

I was the only one left.

She er...

She-she looked after me.

The name of the German officer?

Er... it was the erm...

The 12th SS Panzer Division.

I erm...

I-I never found out his name.

But you saw him again.
Yes.

A few weeks ago, in London.

He was... c-coming out of a library.

Did you kill him?

Yes.

It has been a privilege
to serve in your government

and to have taken part
in the huge reforms

that this country so badly needs.

So it is with deep regret
that I tender my resignation.

It is also not my intention

to stand
at the next general election

and I will make this clear
in due course.

Yours sincerely, Charles Roper.

Thank you, Lottie.
Good night, sir.

What have you done?
What exactly have you done?

I didn't know he'd resign.
What choice did he have?

I don't know what to say to you.
You lost your position as a PPS.

After this, no-one in the party
is gonna touch you.

The government has lost an effective
and committed minister.

And the country has lost 1,000 acres
of agricultural land.

So what exactly have we gained here?

You told him, didn't you?

What? I told him what?

Roper knew
Helliwell hadn't left London,

he was staying in a hotel.
I didn't tell him.

Someone else must have.
I kept him informed. He's my friend.

Did you also tell him
the name of the hotel?

Sorry, what are you saying?

Are you suggesting one of us
arranged to have him beaten up?

Well, maybe you should
have a look at this.

That's a police report.

They found the men responsible
for the assault on Helliwell.

Part of a well known gang.
Nothing to do with Roper.

There's a bunch of constituents
outside.

Mrs Jones is back.

We'd better have them in.

- It's all my fault.
- No, it wasn't.

You were right. I started it.

You know, I still can't believe
you did that for me.

Yes. And look where it got you.

Well, I'm still an MP.

Glenvil will come round...
eventually.

I do wonder, though.
What?

Well, he asked me
what I'd actually achieved

and I wasn't sure
I had an answer for him.

Well, I have.
Go on.

What you've achieved
was everything I married you for.

You stayed true to your beliefs.

You don't let anyone bully you
into turning a blind eye.

You may have been wrong
about the attack,

but you were right
about everything else.

Mr Roper was a crook.

I know it's not as simple as that,

but we can't have politicians
lying and breaking the rules

just because it suits them.
That's exactly what I did.

Then what was the point
of winning the war?

That's what we should
really be thinking about.

What sort of world
are we trying to create? Sam -

But there's something else.
It matters to me just now

because I've been at the hospital
and the doctor has said that

I'm about to introduce somebody else
into that world.

Six months from now.
I've been dying to tell you all day,

but I didn't get a chance.

A baby?

You are amazing.

You are amazing.

I can't think
why you'd want to see it.

Just a feeling.

Miss Pierce won't like it.

In fact,
she'd have my guts for garters

if she knew I'd authorised this.
Why have you?

You did me a great kindness, Foyle.

You could have caused me a lot of
trouble and you chose not to.

And another thing.
I'm wondering what you're up to.

Is this what you're looking for?
His SS tattoo?

A lot of SS officers had these.

Partly medical,
partly for identification.

That way you can check his records,
find out everything you need.

Anything else?

No.

I understand that you've been
investigating the death of Strasser.

We've been making inquiries.
Enquiries?

You're not a policeman, Valentine.
Why are you talking like one?

You saw the body.
Who authorised that?

There were unanswered questions.

The only unanswered question is why
you chose to undermine my authority.

It's the case then, is it,
that your authority

has been behind all decisions
relating to Strasser?

What are you talking about?
Oh, I think you know very well.

Enlighten me.
I'm talking about the massacre

of American troops at the village
of Mortain two years ago

and the extent
to which you know about this

and of Strasser's involvement.

What I knew or didn't know
is irrelevant.

Well, I'll take that as a 'yes'.

Strasser was recognised
by a survivor of that massacre,

a British soldier, Thomas Nelson.

He sent the bullet, he placed
the sunflower in Strasser's room.

Strasser personally
tried to kill Nelson

and as a result, unsurprisingly,
Nelson is now a very sick man

and made an attempt
to shoot and kill Strasser.

He believes he succeeded.

He's wrong, he missed.
He didn't miss with the grenade.

He had nothing to do
with the grenade.

You did. Or rather, the grenade was
placed in the car by this department

with your authority.
Why would we do that?

Well, to avoid having to deliver him
to the Americans

who want him for war crimes.

You used the coincidence of Nelson's
vendetta to arrange the murder

in the belief that Nelson
would take the blame.

Absurd idea.
We were about to hand him over.

From our point of view,
it's regrettable he's dead.

And a pointless exercise
killing your asset.

I agree.
Then why are you suggesting we did?

I'm not, because you haven't.

He's alive. Isn't he?

And what led you to that conclusion?

Well, odd, to start with, that a man
attempting to avoid justice

and escape with his life should tell
his landlady where he's going.

You saw the body, Foyle.

I saw a corpse.
I saw a headless corpse

that had been given
Strasser's tattooed military ID.

With absolutely no sign whatsoever
of the wound that he got

when Nelson took a shot at him.

Gottverdamt, this is your fault!

Where is he?

Where is he?

You...

In a safe place.

And what are you going to
do with him?

He's leaving first thing tomorrow.

It's better for all concerned
that he is not seen for a while.

We can't do this.

For heaven's sake, grow up,
Valentine.

Karl Strasser is an invaluable
source of information to us.

I have no more fondness for these
labyrinthine schemes than you do,

but if they work,
I am not going to argue.

The greater good?

Exactly, Foyle.

Is that all?

The plane's approaching, sir.

Please!

Please don't!

How did you know?
How did you know we were here?

You said he was leaving.
How else would he leave the country?

So you saw through
our little stratagem.

Yes.
And you've come to say goodbye?

I have nothing to say.

Then why have you come?

Doubtless I disgust you.

It was war, Mr Foyle.

Towards the end, it is my belief
Himmler knew the war was lost

and he wanted to incriminate us,
to dirty our hands,

so that we could not claim that
we were merely 'schreibtischtater' -

desk criminals.

That was how I came to find myself
in Northern France in 1944.

What you did wasn't war.

It was chaos.
We were already retreating.

26 American soldiers.

I couldn't have taken them prisoner
even if I'd wanted to.

It was not possible.
I make no apology, Mr Foyle.

You can go to hell
as far as I'm concerned.

Your people need me now.
Your role was to help me

and this is exactly what we did.

We will not meet again.

I believe you're absolutely right.

You told them?

The Americans? Foyle?

You're a traitor to the service.

It wasn't Foyle. It was me.

Arthur?
I take full responsibility.

It was a step too far. That man -
we end up working with him,

we're no better than he is.

Miss Pierce, I think you have
some explaining to do.

Karl Strasser,
Lieutenant Colonel Hoyt Jackson.

I'm taking you into the custody

of the United States
Department of Justice.

Where to, sir?

Good question.

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