♪♪ [ Dramatic music plays ] NARRATOR: 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.

[ Insects chirping ] WOMAN: [ Coughs, clears throat ] MAN: [ Clears throat ] [ Speaking Hebrew ] -MAN: Yaakov Weiss!

-[ Door rattles ] We're looking for Yaakov Weiss.

We don't know him.

He... MAN: You're Yaakov Weiss.

MAN: No.

My name is Fisher.

I am a teacher.

I'm no one.

This is mistake.

You have the wrong house.

[ Men shouting in distance ] MAN: 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.

-MAN: You're under arrest.

[ Indistinct shouting, child crying ] LEA: What has he done?

Stop it!

-[ Grunts ] -MAN: Come on!

Get him out!

Stop it!

Let him go!

-Stand back!

-[ Clattering ] [ Woman, child crying ] 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.

JANE: It's good that you have your beliefs.

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

DANIEL: 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.

[ Bell tolling ] 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 -- [ Grunts ] 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.

[ Clears throat ] 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.

ELIZABETH: It's very kind of you to come.

FOYLE: 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?

MYERSON: 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.

[ Knock on door ] 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.

MYERSON: Hm.

[ Door opens ] [ Dog growls, whimpers ] 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.

[ Shutter clicks ] Well, their son is in the hospital, and they don't appear to be at all bothered.

Who the hell are they?

[ Door closes, shutter clicks ] 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.

[ Boy coughing ] 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.

OLGA: Let me.

Please?

GRAHAM: They said the fumes are good for his lungs.

-[ Coughs ] -OLGA: 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.

[ Coughing continues ] GLENVIL: 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"?

GLENVIL: "Perish Judah."

Charming, don't you think?

Will it take a while?

-I'm afraid so, yes.

-Let's get as close to the -- ADAM: 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.

DAVID: 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.

ADAM: 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.

[ Children shouting, gulls crying ] 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.

[ Telephone ringing ] Sir David Woolf.

FOYLE: 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.

VALENTINE: 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.

-[ Coughing ] -Come on, Mikey.

Not now.

Let's get you home.

-Thank you, Doctor.

-You're welcome.

-[ Coughing continues ] -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.

[ Coughing continues ] 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.

[ Engine shuts off ] 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.

OLGA: Mikey is all right?

How is he?

He good?

GRAHAM: No.

He's not good.

I pawned your ring, and they took my money and they gave me nothing.

I'm sorry.

[ Coughing ] -[ Whistling ] -Shh!

[ Train passing ] 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.

FOYLE: 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.

[ Vehicles passing ] Hello.

Hello, my dear.

-Just in time.

-Ah.

[ Knock on door ] Hmm?

LEA: Can I come in?

Uh, oh, yes.

Of course.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ] 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.

MIRIAM: 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.

NICHOLAS: [ Chuckles ] MIRIAM: 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.

[ Chuckles ] 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.

-CHARLES: Ah.

Good evening.

-MAN: Good evening.

-Sorry it's so late.

-No problem.

-ROBERT: Hello.

-Good evening.

Come in.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

It's a bit dowdy.

CHARLES: [ Chuckles ] 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.

[ Chuckles ] 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.

[ Vehicle approaching ] [ Gunshot ] [ Gunshot, dogs barking ] [ Breathing heavily ] David?

David?

[ Gasps ] 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?

SAM: Uh-oh.

[ Telephone ringing ] 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.

VALENTINE: 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.

VALENTINE: 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.

[ Vehicle approaching ] 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.

FOYLE: Lady Woolf.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

I know this is difficult.

But there are one or two questions.

DANIEL: 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?

DANIEL: 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.

-ROBERT: Come in, gentlemen.

-ADAM: Thank you.

CHARLES: 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.

[ Door opens ] ROBERT: 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.

[ Down-tempo music playing ] [ Music continues ] 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.

GRIFFIN: 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.

[ Children shouting in distance ] Run!

Run!

He's coming!

You'd better wait in the car.

What?

Why?

Because whenever you get out, you get into trouble.

[ Train passing in distance ] [ Water dripping ] What?

DAVEY: What do you want?

-FOYLE: 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?

JACK: 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.

PIERCE: 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?

[ Telephone rings ] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Speaking Arabic ] They're on the first floor.

[ Crowd shouting, guns cocking ] 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.

[ Speaking Arabic ] Do you have any passport or any other -- Or any paper that would identify you?

[ Whispering ] 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?

FOYLE: I do.

I was given false information.

No idea why.

-I acted too quickly.

-Hold on.

PIERCE: 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.

MYERSON: 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.

[ Door opens, closes ] 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.

MYERSON: 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?

[ Bells tolling ] 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.

-MAN: 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.

[ Children shouting in distance ] 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.

[ Train passing ] Well, yes.

And what's he doing with a photograph of us outside the Woolfs' house?

Ah.

MAN: Over here.

LEA: 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.

[ Door closes ] 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.

[ Door opens ] 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.

[ Bell tolling, dog barking in distance ] [ Exhales deeply ] SAM: 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.

DR. BENNETT: When are you due?

SAM: 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.

[ Clears throat ] Oy.

[ Coughs ] DR. BENNETT: 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?

SAM: 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.

ROBERT: 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... -ROBERT: 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.

[ Indistinct conversations ] 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.

[ Clock ticking ] [ Bell chiming ] Please excuse me.

I have a terrible headache.

AVRAHAM: Of course.

[ Clock chiming, ticking ] [ Clicking ] -[ Applause ] -CHARLES: And another thing.

-There's no food in the shops.

-[ Audience murmuring ] Bread rationed.

[ Chuckles ] 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... [ Cheers and applause ] 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!

[ Cheers and applause ] Sometimes -- Sometimes I think you might be forgiven for wondering if we actually won the war.

[ Laughter, murmuring ] 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!

CHARLES: 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!

MAN: 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.

[ Cheers and applause ] 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!

[ Cheering continues ] 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!

[ Cheers and applause ] Let's take back our streets.

Let's take back our country!

[ Cheers and applause ] You coming?

No!

Coward!

[ Crowd chanting ] 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.

[ Indistinct shouting ] 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.

[ Crowd chanting ] ADAM: Stop the car.

Stop the car!

SAM: 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!

[ Crowd chanting ] SAM: Get back in the car!

ADAM: Go, go, go.

[ Speaking Polish ] [ Crowd shouting ] -[ Glass shattering ] -[ Speaking Polish ] [ Crowd shouting ] [ Bell clanging ] [ Shouting in distance ] [ Bell clanging ] GRAHAM: 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!

[ Coughing ] Thank God.

Oh!

What about the Kowalskis?!

Husband and wife!

They live here!

SAM: 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?!

[ Wood creaking, falling ] [ Rain falling, thunder rumbling ] [ Clock chiming ] 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.

ROBERT: 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.

[ Door opens ] Robert.

[ Bell tolling ] 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.

[ Exhales deeply ] 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.

[ Engine turns over ] You sure you're happy to do this?

Absolutely, sir.

I'll wait here.

Thank you.

[ Kettle whistling ] [ Telephone ringing ] PIERCE: 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?

[ Knock on door ] No suitcase.

No clothes.

She's gone.

She can't have!

I think we need help.

[ Telephone ringing ] WOMAN: I'll send the second set of files upstairs.

And these as well?

Uh, yes.

Thank you.

[ Telephone rings ] 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.

FOYLE: Well, we'll stop on the way.

[ Clock chiming ] AVRAHAM: 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.

MAN: Justice for the Jewish people!

Justice!

[ Bell tolling in distance ] [ Indistinct conversations ] SAM: When does the conference start?

10:00.

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

[ Tires squealing ] Did you pass?

Second time.

[ Engine shuts off ] 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... MAN: 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.

[ Indistinct conversations ] 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?

[ Hinge squeaks ] [ Clock ticking ] 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.

MAN: As quick as you can, please, gentlemen.

-We have to clear the room.

-Quickly as possible, please.

-[ Indistinct conversations ] -MAN: This way.

GRIFFIN: Quickly as possible, please, ladies and gentlemen.

-Please.

-After you.

-GRIFFIN: Thank you.

-MAN: This way.

-I'll get the next one.

-Thank you.

LEA: [ Echoing ] Nicholas.

I'd love to.

They killed my father.

NICHOLAS: 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?

NICHOLAS: That's a wire recorder.

[ Ticking continues ] [ Ticking stops ] -[ Exhales deeply ] -[ Bell chiming ] VALENTINE: Detonators.

[ Alarm rings ] Thank goodness for my basic training.

It's safe.

[ Exhales deeply ] 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.

[ Indistinct conversations, gulls crying ] [ Steam horn blowing ] Madam, come with me.

FOYLE: I'm very sorry to trouble you again.

I'm hoping you'll recognize the men you saw running from the house.

AVA: 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.

ORD-SMITH: 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.

VALENTINE: Mr. Griffin, of course, was working for you -all the time.

-Don't blame him.

He was doing his job.

MYERSON: 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.

[ Grunts ] [ Sighs ] 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.

ORD-SMITH: Self-defense.

And I was pursuing official government policy.

So there's an end to it.

MYERSON: 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.

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