♪ Fur Elise ♪
Excuse me. Miss Pierce?
I don't suppose you remember me.
I didn't think you would.
This is for Elise.
Myerson: Let me introduce you to Damian White, a thoroughly nasty piece of work.
Started life as a spiv - eggs, cigarettes, petrol, all the rest of it.
Since then he's branched out and now runs a criminal network that extends the length and breadth of this country.
Can't the police arrest him?
Apparently they can't touch him.
He hides behind a legitimate business selling luxury goods.
I wouldn't have thought black market was our business.
Well, then you'd be wrong.
If people like White are allowed to carry on, they're going to end up bankrupting the country.
At this moment, there are a million forged petrol coupons in circulation.
£13m worth of goods are stolen from delivery trucks in one year alone.
We are not talking about a few pairs of silk stockings.
This is organised crime and on a massive scale.
The interest in him in particular?
Earlier this month, Mr White bought himself a golf club out in Surrey.
Which will give you some idea as to his wealth.
Here's one of the members.
Could it be a coincidence?
I don't think so.
Special Branch passed this on to us and I believe we should make it a priority.
The black market is one thing, but cosying up to Soviet agents is quite another.
They're playing golf together, for heaven's sake!
Mrs Wainwright, what are you doing?
I'm sorry, sir. It's Miss Pierce.
He was young. I'd say about 26.
Dark hair. Clean shaven.
He asked her if she remembered him, and then he said, "This is for Elise," and he shot her.
Why weren't you with her?
I was holding the door.
What about the driver? Where was he when this was going on?
He dropped her off round the corner. She often did that. She liked to get fresh air.
I want a written report.
No-one at the security service. Well, no-one that I know of.
A codename, perhaps?
It's a thought.
We're removed the bullets but I'm afraid to say, she still hasn't recovered consciousness.
I can't tell.
Truth is, I'm amazed she's hung on this far.
That kind of an impact, close range.
Better put somebody on the door, just in case he tries again.
I want you to find him, b*st*rd that did this.
God knows, I've had my differences with her, but that woman is extraordinary.
Throughout the war. SOE. Now.
She's given her life to the service.
Nothing can stop her.
Not even two bullets.
Are you in charge?
Sorry. You are?
How is Miss Pierce?
They've operated but they can't tell yet.
What do you know about this?
I was about to ask you the same question.
Don't be impertinent with me.
You're in the service?
I understand she was shot in the street. How could you have allowed that to happen?
And why isn't there a guard on her door?
You know who that was?
Sir Ian Woodhead, MI6. Director Of Operations.
Not someone to get on the wrong side of.
Well, a bit late for me, I think. SOE?
Very much so.
If you'd like to follow me, Miss Pierce's flat is on the second floor.
Is this it? Somehow I was expecting more.
Well, single, married to the job - not much of a private life, I wouldn't have thought.
What are we looking for?
We've only got one name - Elise.
And a man in his 20's.
Not much to be getting on with.
It's why we're here.
Didn't she ever eat anything?
This might be a reasonable place to start.
Special Forces Club.
Yeah, it's a club for SOE and Intelligence.
Will they be able to help, do you think?
If they'll let us in.
I'm very sorry, sir. I can't help you.
Hilda Pierce is a member here.
I'm afraid I can't tell you that.
You don't need to. I'm telling you. She's a member.
What is your business with Miss Pierce?
I'm trying to find out who shot her.
She's been shot?
That's right. This morning.
For God's sake, Kenton, let them in. I'll sign for them.
As you wish, Mr Stafford.
Stafford: Miss Pierce. Hilda. Of course I knew her.
She used to pop in now and then. My section - MI(R).
Weapons. Time-delay fuses. Limpet mines. Sticky bombs.
That's what we did.
We made devices that kill people and we did it rather well.
I can talk to you, can't I?
I... think we're on the same side.
SOE. Special Operations Executive.
Who even remembers it?
End of the war, they threw us to the wolves. Gubbins. Jefferies. The whole lot of us.
One minute it's top secret, cloak and dagger, the next you're a bank clerk, or you've opened a shop, or you're lounging about in here.
"Elise." Is that a name that means anything to you?
Not off hand. Was she one of Hilda's girls?
Trouble is, all the girls had different names then.
In training and in the field.
I can ask around for you, if you like.
I'd be grateful.
Do you know what the life expectancy of an operator was back then?
Six bloody weeks.
Here's to them, eh?
Don't you worry about it, Archie.
I'll see you at the Blue Lantern.
You look after yourself. Ta-ta.
Derek! Come in. Take a pew.
Nice to see you.
It's been a while. Have you been avoiding me?
No. No, not at all.
It's all right, Neville, you can leave us now. Go get yourself something down in the bar.
You play golf, Derek?
You should come and try a round.
Bring your lovely wife. Doris, isn't it?
No, it's Doreen.
And those kids of yours. Six and nine?
The thing is, Derek, you and I have a business arrangement.
You give me the information and every month I give you remuneration.
It couldn't be simpler, really.
Except, you seem to be letting the side down.
Well, I haven't had any big runs recently, so I haven't been in touch.
That's not what I've heard.
I've heard you're going out tomorrow from Redhill.
Half a million fags. That's what I've heard.
I only found out last night. I didn't have time to tell you.
Don't you worry.
That's why I invited you over.
A nice cup of char together.
A chat about old times.
And you can tell me.
What's the route?
Is it a new craving?
They say it tastes like beef.
It doesn't smell like beef.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Are you OK?
Just a twinge.
Sam, you're gonna have to talk to the...
Yeah, I know.
Once they see that you're pregnant, you're not going to be able to...
Something happened at work today, Adam. I...
I can't really talk about it.
I can't leave right now. It just... It wouldn't be fair.
You must do what you think's best... but you're gonna have to do it soon.
How are you?
I'm very well. And you?
How can I help?
I thought you should know that...
Hilda's been shot.
Well, how many Hildas do you and I know?
Is she dead?
No, she's very ill, and doing as well as can be expected in the circumstances.
How long have you known Hilda?
Since the SOE was established?
Shortly after, yes.
And in spite of that, in spite of you being aware of my relationship to Hilda within the service, you've never once mentioned her or acknowledged you even knew her.
There's a reason for that.
Hilda came to me. She explained that you were unconventional and that worried them.
She asked me to keep an eye on you and report back.
And what was in the report?
If you'd mentioned all this, I could have helped you and saved you both a lot of trouble.
I didn't want to do that.
I met Hilda... and told her I had too high a regard for you.
I said I couldn't do the job.
You'd perhaps understand why I wouldn't necessarily believe that.
(typing and telephone ringing)
So, you've heard, then?
You weren't going to tell me?
I'll be honest and say it wasn't first on my list of priorities.
So you don't think this has something to do with Plato?
The thought had occurred to me, but I don't see how it's possible.
No, the man that shot her mentioned an agent - Elise.
He seems to have acted out of some sort of personal revenge.
You'll find him?
Of course. They've put a good man on the job.
So I understand.
She survived the night.
Well, that's something.
Stafford: Hello, Mr Foyle?
I've got something for you.
Elise's real name was Sophie Corrigan.
You can find her mother at Allenbrook Lodge in Stratfield Witney.
There's not much I can tell you about my daughter's work, Mr Foyle, because she never told me.
And I'm not sure there's very much I can tell you about her family life that will help you.
I was wondering about the SOE and how she became a part of all that.
Well, because they asked her.
(fur elise playing)
A drab little letter from the War Office, asking her to... go to a building in Baker Street, and that was it.
I suppose I should be proud of her, but I'm not going to lie to you.
I wish she'd never gone.
♪ Fur Elise ♪
You shouldn't play that.
German music. You know what Miles says.
Even Miles can't blame Beethoven for the war.
I'm not so sure of that.
Where is he?
He's in the garden.
You do know what you're doing?
I've told you.
You've told me nothing, and certainly not the truth.
Do credit me with a little intelligence, Sophie.
I've not interfered.
I just... want you to be sure... that you've thought it all through.
You're just like your father.
You won't be told.
Now, come on. Finish it.
I like to hear you play.
♪ Fur Elise ♪
She was killed... in Paris... in May, '44.
It was her first mission.
An... only child?
No. She has an older brother, Miles.
Where is he?
You haven't told me why you're asking all these questions.
Well, someone... who knew your daughter very well was hurt rather badly yesterday.
A lot of people knew my daughter rather well, Mr Foyle.
She was much loved.
Hilda Pierce. Would that mean anything to you?
Oh, yes. Yes, I've met her.
She came here two years ago.
She was the one who told us about Sophie's death.
Would Miles have met her?
You wouldn't have a... photograph of him, would you?
Well, I'm just curious.
♪ Fur Elise
You say someone was hurt, but Miles wouldn't hurt anyone.
We've gone through a great deal, Mr Foyle, especially Miles.
He's always been very sensitive and... when his father left us, that was bad enough.
But Sophie was everything to him, and they were inseparable.
My son was a pilot, too.
Then you'll know how hard it was for them when it was all over.
Miles went for a job in insurance.
But he never got used to it.
He was always so... sad.
He still lives here with me but I haven't seen him since the morning of my birthday.
When was that?
Two days ago.
We were supposed to have dinner together that evening, but he... went out and never came back.
He was angry about something.
If... Miles ever does make an appearance, you might ask him to call me on that number.
Hello, Miss Pierce.
Let me take that.
I'll write to you.
Why does she have to go?
She'll come back.
You got 'em?
Yeah, they're in the back.
All right. Get to work.
Give me that.
Let's get the story straight.
You were driving along, when a man stepped out dressed as a copper.
I slowed down.
Yeah, I stopped.
He dragged you out of the cabin... and made you sit down.
Yeah, and I never seen his face.
He tied you up and he shot you.
Mr White says goodbye.
(gunshot echoes and birds squawk)
Get on with it!
The idea of building these new estates is fine, but Bevan's right - where's the butcher, the baker?
Without them, how are people going to get any sense of community?
Well, they can move out of London.
That's not the answer.
Morning, gentlemen. What can I do for you?
I've got a load of socks, just off the lorry.
Have a look at that.
12 bob in the shops. 4 bob to you, no coupons.
Or... nylons for the ladies... or beautiful sheets.
All the best quality.
Pure wool. Keep your feet warm in the winter. Lovely.
Now, listen, listen.
When was the last time you had your hands on a bottle of scotch? Cos I can fix it for you.
Where did you get these?
I don't ask where you get your money, you don't ask where I get my socks.
How much did you say?
Don't buy 'em.
We're not interested.
All right, all right. Keep your hair on.
There's plenty who are.
Here. I'll have a pair.
Stolen goods being sold in the middle of West Peckham. It's wrong.
You don't know they were stolen.
Where do you think he got them from?
These people are spivs.
Half of 'em are deserters. The rest of them got out of serving on medical grounds.
Maybe they're giving people what they want.
What, breaking the law? You support that?
No. But I don't see any harm in cheering people up.
There's nothing in the shops.
The British loaf is rubbish. Rationing is as bad as ever.
Sometimes it doesn't feel like we won the war.
I'm surprised at you.
If there was one thing that struck me about you when we first met, it was your honesty, even if it has got you into trouble sometimes.
But here you are standing up for criminals.
I think you should report him.
I have to say well done, Mr Foyle. You've acted quickly and very effectively.
We'll find Miles Corrigan soon enough.
I'd be happy to continue with it if it's all the same to you.
I'm afraid not. You seem to be forgetting the more pressing matter of Damian White.
More pressing than Hilda?
Half a million cigarettes stolen this morning in transit from a NAAFI warehouse in Redhill, the driver shot dead.
White was almost certainly the man behind it.
Not that he was anywhere near.
I can't see that this is to do with Kuznetsov and the Soviets.
Not unless they've taken up smoking.
I'll thank you not to be flippant, Valentine.
When we have a major criminal consorting with the known enemies of our country, I think that is a matter that needs to be investigated.
Unlike you not to watch your back, Hilda.
Mm. Losing my grip.
I wouldn't say that.
Mm. Not to my face.
You know who this was.
Of course. I remember her.
This is Plato.
I don't think so.
Why now, after all this time?
A lot of operatives died.
Are we going to hold you responsible for all of them? Or any of them?
They knew what they were doing.
I'm sorry, Ian. I'm tired.
Of course. I'll leave you.
I was very shocked to hear what had happened, my dear.
I'm relieved you're all right.
I wanted you to know that.
Je m'appelle Hilda Pierce.
(both speak in french)
And you've spoken to Mr Caplin?
Yes. We spoke for some time.
But I still don't know why I'm here.
You're here because you speak fluent French, you lived in Paris for a while.
I understand your father is French.
You've got a first-class degree from Oxford, in mathematics.
And I believe you could be very useful to us.
In what way?
I can't tell you that until you've signed the Official Secrets Act.
But what I can tell you is... that although this work that I'm offering you is extremely dangerous, it is vital to the war effort.
It may mean you being away from home for some time.
And you cannot tell anyone - not your family, not even your mother, anything about it.
Am I making myself clear?
You're making yourself very unclear, Miss Pierce.
It's not often I get a call from the security service.
Would you like a drink?
Not for me.
No, I won't, thank you.
(he clears his throat)
So, anything I can do to help?
Perhaps you can start by telling us a bit about your business.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
It's against the rules.
No business in the club lounge.
But since we're amongst friends... what do you want to know?
I run a lot of businesses.
There's the used cars, and a couple of clubs, luxury goods.
No perishables. Toasters, towel rails. That sort of thing.
What did you do during the war?
Couldn't join up.
Uh, do you know a man called Kuznetsov?
My God, you have been busy!
What, have you been photographing me with one of your secret cameras or something?
I thought the Russkies were our friends.
You know him.
We've played a round or two of golf. No crime in that.
Do you do business together?
Against the rules.
I just told you.
You're not investigating him?
We don't need to investigate him. We know all about him.
The Assistant Military Attache at the Soviet Embassy.
Then let me tell you something you may not know.
He's a lousy golfer.
You want to know the truth?
Truth is, you shouldn't be hounding people like me.
It's people like me that are gonna put this country back on its feet.
Is that right?
Six years of misery.
All those deaths.
And what was it for?
Austerity and penny-pinching? Forget it.
That's not what people want any more.
They want to smoke and drink and enjoy themselves.
They want to wear new clothes and go on holiday.
But that's not what you represent, is it?
No. You're still stuck in the war, stuck in the past, and you just don't see it.
You're not wanted any more.
Now, do you mind?
I've got some golf to play.
Till the next time.
I'm Chief Superintendent Usborne. I understand you called my desk sergeant.
It's very good of you to look in.
Not at all. I was passing.
If there's anything I can do for my local MP...
Now, what's this about? Spivs?
At the Green Lane Market.
I got your note, yes. What is the problem?
The problem is that we have people quite clearly breaking the law and nobody seems to be doing anything about it.
Let me stop you there.
What evidence do you have?
Well, only this morning we were offered socks off the back of a lorry, nylon stockings, whisky.
That's the sales pitch.
Are you saying it isn't true?
What if it is?
I'd have said we were stretched enough already.
Burglaries, robberies with violence.
If Nurse Riff-Rafferty wants to pick up a few nylons on the sly, where's the harm in it?
I don't agree.
I wouldn't say it's any of your business, Mr...
Chief Superintendent, I'm the one raising the matter.
And I think we need to take action.
I wouldn't have said it's the job of the local MP to dictate police procedure.
We're not talking about procedure. We're talking about the law.
In my view, it's a waste of resources, but I'll look into it.
Green Lane, you said?
I'll show myself out.
(he clears his throat)
(buoy bell dinging)
You came alone?
You asked me to.
So you've spoken to your mother?
She doesn't know anything about this.
She's very worried about you.
Why are you doing this?
They killed Sophie.
The war killed Sophie.
They knew what they were doing, that she would die.
How can you know that?
I haven't finished yet.
I'm going to get all of them.
Hilda Pierce isn't dead. You haven't killed her. There's still time to stop this.
My sister didn't achieve anything. She was tortured and executed.
The people who sent her to France knew exactly what was going to happen.
They wanted it to happen.
Why would they want that?
I don't know. You find out and tell me.
Then I'll give myself up.
Hilda Pierce knew and she did nothing.
Next time I won't miss.
Oh, you are sweet.
(children playing outside)
Why? Whose else would they be?
You mustn't be angry with me, Adam.
They were ten bob. I know it's outrageous but you can't get them anywhere.
No, I'm not... I'm not angry. Just wondering where you got them from.
A man in the market.
He gets them from America.
You don't mind, do you?
No. No, not at all.
No, it's just...
Oh, it's nothing.
No, it doesn't matter.
You er... not going to work?
No. I got the day off.
I thought I told you to concentrate on White.
I've done precisely that.
Then how do you account for this meeting with Miles Corrigan?
He telephoned me. I left a number with his mother.
And you went alone?
It's what he wanted.
Well, you might have been killed.
And if you'd shared this information, we might have been able to bring him in.
As it is, we now have a young man out there, clearly deranged, threatening to commit mayhem.
No. I don't think that's the case.
His intentions would appear to be very specific.
Who are the others?
Perhaps Hilda could help with that.
All right. Talk to her.
You know, Foyle, I never very much cared for SOE, if you want the truth.
They were a rag-tag sort of an operation, too secretive by half and frequently out of control.
But Miss Pierce was different.
I've always had the greatest admiration for her.
I know that.
Do what you have to.
Sort this out. Let me know.
Maybe at my funeral.
Well, that won't be happening for a little while, so I'm told.
I see you've given me protection. Whose idea was that?
Actually, it was somebody called Woodhead.
Was he very unpleasant?
Well, he's to the point.
Mm. That's his way. He's not really like that.
I hear you have a name.
Spitfire pilot... awarded the DSO.
He holds me responsible for her death.
Was it you who recruited her?
She was an obvious choice.
Bilingual. Degree from Oxford. Intelligent. Lovely girl.
Played the piano.
Piano players always made the best radio operators.
They had the best touch.
♪ Fur Elise ♪
She was also very pretty.
Was that important?
Well, it helped.
And what happened to her?
Three days after she arrived, she walked into a cafe in Paris... and the Gestapo were waiting for her.
The ninth agent we lost... in the space of a few months.
There were only two possibilities.
Either the circuit in France had been compromised, which was unthinkable, or there was a traitor here in the SOE.
That's what Ian thought. So he gave them a name...
Did you find them?
We couldn't look into it ourselves because we were too close.
We had to find someone outside Section F2, but still within the SOE.
In the end, I recruited someone I knew from the Cairo Office.
A planning officer, assistant to Major General Stawell.
Well, that would have been Elizabeth Addis.
Of course, you know her.
Ian Woodhead came to see me early in '44.
He asked me to find Plato.
Nine agents had died.
There had to be someone inside SOE feeding information to the Germans.
I interviewed more than 40 people over a 3-month period.
It wasn't easy.
We couldn't let everyone know what we suspected. We had to think of morale.
I was able to bring it down to three suspects.
Five, if you included Woodhead and Pierce.
They were the only ones who had information on all nine agents.
So, who were they?
Eric Caplin. Director of Operations and Training. He's a civil servant now. Senior.
I don't know. I'm sorry.
Peter Hawtrey. Head of Codes and Communications until he resigned.
I don't know where he is now.
And there was Luc Tellier. "Lucky Luke."
He was part of the moon squadrons.
What was that?
The transport service landing agents in Northern France, flying out of Tangmere on the Sussex coast.
Did he fly all of them?
All nine of them, yes.
Did you speak to him?
I didn't like him, but I couldn't prove anything.
Finally, it was inconclusive.
Tellier struck me as the most likely suspect, but I couldn't be sure that any of them were double agents.
Man: Yeah, you see? Look.
It's too far apart.
Er, Mrs Wainwright?
We've had a report of a gas leak.
What? From here?
That's right. I wonder if I could come in and have a butcher's.
I haven't smelled anything.
It's probably nothing but better to be on the safe side.
All right. You'd better come in.
(music on wireless)
Mrs Addis did a first-class job.
An external investigation.
Rigorous, fair, and extremely thorough.
I wouldn't say that. She narrowed the field.
Tellier. Hawtrey. Caplin.
It had to be one of them.
But you found nothing.
You were a policeman during the war, tucked away in Hastings.
You won't have much idea of what it was like for us.
Well, that would be correct.
You and Hilda Pierce were suspected. Isn't that right?
I was the one who instigated the Plato inquiry, for heaven's sake.
As for Hilda, I won't hear a word said against her.
She lived for those girls - her operatives.
If anything, she was too close to them.
What do you mean by that?
Only that she felt their loss very keenly.
We were playing a dangerous game, Mr Foyle.
I always said it was better to keep a distance.
Where can I find these men?
Caplin is with GEN-75 Committee over in Whitehall.
I can arrange for you to meet him.
Tellier is still flying. He's no longer with the service, of course.
And Hawtrey has disappeared off the face of the earth.
He may not even be in the country.
You can keep those if you like.
This man... Miles Corrigan...
Do you really think he might go after them?
And foolish to assume he won't go after you, too.
(chatter and laughter)
Mr Caplin, how are you?
I'm all right.
I'm glad to hear that. Have you got it?
You... You listen to me.
You don't understand the risks I'm taking.
They're... They're gonna notice.
Now, you tell Mr White...
Tell him what?
Nothing. Doesn't matter.
But... there's not going to be anything else, not for a while.
I've got a message for you.
He's looking forward to seeing you, if you're around next Friday.
Archie said that?
Same time. Blue Lantern.
Look after yourself.
(slow jazz on wireless)
Who's that? It's a bit late.
My name's Detective Inspector Skinner. I'm from the Metropolitan Police.
I have a warrant to search these premises.
Excuse me, please.
What are you talking about?
What is this?
I've explained everything to your wife, sir.
My name's DI Skinner.
Do you know who I am? I'm the MP for this area.
I know perfectly well who you are, sir.
We've received information that you may possess forged ration coupons.
Then you won't mind if we take a look.
Of course I mind. This is outrageous.
I want to know the name of your superior officer.
Certainly, sir. It's Chief Superintendent Usborne.
Are these yours, sir?
Do you smoke?
This was my fault.
No, it wasn't.
Yes, it was.
As usual. There was a man who came to the house.
He said there was a gas leak, but there was no gas leak.
That's when they must have done it.
When was this?
You weren't to know.
What did Mr Harris say?
Er... when I got bailed this morning, he told me to come home and stay here.
He's trying to sort things out with the Chief Whip.
I won't let them do this to you, Adam. It's not fair.
Come on, now, Sam. There's nothing you can do.
(laughs) I think you're forgetting who I work for.
You can't get them involved.
Why not? This stinks.
Please, Sam. I'll deal with it. We'll deal with it.
You promise me you won't get into any trouble on my account.
Are you sure?
Well, well, well. Monsieur Tellier gracing us with his presence.
Haven't seen you in a while.
I've been away.
What else is there?
Based at Tangmere?
What'll you have?
You er... hear about Hilda?
Someone put a bullet in her.
How is she?
She'll pull through.
You never did much like her, did you?
Well, she was always a woman who knew how to make enemies.
I'll join you in a minute.
Yes, Mr Stafford.
Mr Valentine, Mr Foyle. You're from the security service. Is that right?
There's nothing wrong, I hope.
We're here about Hilda Pierce.
Hilda? Of course.
I can't imagine why anyone would want to do such a thing.
The man who tried to kill her was Miles Corrigan. You knew his sister, Sophie Corrigan.
He believes that your section of SOE was somehow responsible for her death.
It was a dreadful time.
We lost a great many agents.
But... it wasn't anyone's fault.
There was an informer.
No, there was an inquiry.
It dragged on for months.
Even after the war, they were still asking questions.
But... But nothing was proved.
You were suspected, weren't you?
If there was a leak, if anyone was giving out information, I had nothing to do with it.
You should... talk to Hawtrey.
He... He resigned a few weeks before Elise was killed.
Just upped and went. I always... wondered about that.
He was always a bit of an outsider.
You suspected him?
Look, I was ops and training.
I... I didn't really know what was going on in the field.
I wasn't in a position to suspect anybody. All I'm saying is, if anyone stuck out, it was him.
Do you know where we can find him?
Nervy sort of chap, wouldn't you say?
Couldn't agree more. Don't let him out of your sight.
Mrs Wainwright, where's Mr Foyle?
I was looking for him, too, sir. He asked me to meet him, after Whitehall.
I've got these for him.
Are these urgent, sir?
Telephone intercepts sent over from Special Branch. Black market. Damian White.
You all right, Mrs Wainwright?
Yes, I'm... I'm very well. Thank you, sir.
You don't seem quite yourself.
Oh, this is so kind of you.
Yes, well, you heard what the doctor said. It's too soon. You shouldn't have left.
Oh, you think you could have stopped me?
No. Which is why I gave you a lift.
Take my arm.
You're not serious?
Just as far as the front door of the flat.
Will you be all right here?
I've managed for the last 20 years.
You know what I mean.
Yes, I'll be fine.
Can I get you anything? Cup of tea?
You've never made a cup of tea in your life.
Oh, I can probably work out the procedure.
A glass of water would be nice.
So... this is where you live?
I've... often wondered.
I don't think I ever really did live here.
I think I only came here to sleep.
Those were the days.
We were part of history.
What we achieved - the SOE - will never be forgotten.
But at what cost?
Of course it was bloody.
We always knew it would be hard. But to take the fight to the enemy behind the lines...
Elise lasted three days.
Maybe we need to resign ourselves, Hilda.
We may never know what really happened.
Why did we never find him?
Plato? It wasn't for want of looking.
You knew how hard things were. You knew the risks we were running.
But three days.
Her life wasn't wasted.
We came through in the end.
We were there on D-Day.
It was our agents, our intelligence, that made the difference.
We played our part.
I wouldn't change anything for what we achieved, you and me.
And Elise, all the others, they would agree.
Do you think so?
I couldn't live with myself if they didn't.
Do you want me to stay?
No. Go. I want to lie down.
But come back.
How are you feeling?
I thought I'd be more nervous.
Well, be nervous.
Be afraid. Fear will help keep you alive.
Here. I have something for you.
Just something I'd like you to have.
It was given to me by my mother.
It's beautiful. Thank you.
I don't think it's very valuable.
And, don't worry, it is French.
Now I can think of you wearing it.
Thank you, Miss Pierce.
Thank you for everything.
Just promise me you'll take care.
(door bangs shut)
God, I... I never did anything to you.
This is for Elise.
Corrigan! Drop your weapon!
Mr Caplin, are you all right?
Go round the front!
He's inside, sir. We've got all the exits covered.
He's all right, sir.
And what about him?
He took one bullet, maybe two.
Why did you do that?
He fired on us.
We're not going to hurt you.
A doctor, I think.
We're here to help. Don't worry. Someone's coming.
Why are you doing this?
Roberts? Who's Roberts?
I don't understand why it has to be you.
Sophie: I don't know. I didn't choose this.
You could have said no.
I don't think so.
I hate this war. I hate everything about it.
I'll be all right.
The war won't go on forever.
I promise you. We'll all be together again.
Miles! Sophie! Tea's ready!
I do not appreciate shootouts on the street.
Foyle, I thought you had this under control.
If we hadn't had our people there Caplin would have been killed.
Did I ask you?
I'm sorry he died. But surely that's an end to it. There's nothing more for you to do.
Well, a woman has lost both her children for reasons we're apparently unable to explain.
If you were her, you'd appreciate some answers.
If there was a traitor in SOE...
SOE is finished, disbanded.
.. the traitor could have moved on.
Could be in Intelligence. Could be in government.
Sir Ian Woodhead is my counterpart at MI6.
Eric Caplin is a member of the GEN-75 Committee.
It is inconceivable that either of them could have divided loyalties.
It's a cabinet sub-committee reporting to the Prime Minister.
It's responsible for the shape and direction of our country's atomic programme.
So I suggest you leave Caplin alone.
Have you anything else?
We've found the pilot.
Luc Tellier. He's one of the main suspects.
All right. See him. But I'm losing patience, Foyle, and there are other priorities. Damian White, for one.
Have you seen those telephone intercepts?
Good. I'm giving you two more days and that's it.
Arkady Kuznetsov. How are you today?
I hope you don't mind my making an observation.
I was watching your back swing just now, and I think you need to rotate the body more into the shot.
You'll get more distance.
You've never got very much to say for yourself, have you?
All you bloody Reds.
You should visit my country.
Maybe it will surprise you.
Workers' paradise, I'm sure.
You might find today's issue of interest.
Page seven. And we're at the usual post box?
Drinks are on me, Neville.
Sorry, we're closed!
Please. Call me Sam.
And I shall call you Glenvil. After all, we've known each other long enough.
Why are you here?
I want to talk to you... about Adam.
You don't believe he's guilty, do you?
No, of course not.
I was just writing to the Chief Whip.
These are transcripts from a telephone call made from a man called Damian White.
He's a big racketeer.
Where'd you get this?
It doesn't matter.
Look at the name of the man he's talking to.
Chief Superintendent Usborne.
The man you and Adam met here. It can't be a coincidence.
Have you shown this to Adam?
Usborne and White have arranged to meet, this evening.
If we can photograph them, we can prove that Adam was set up.
It doesn't say where they're meeting.
If we follow Usborne, we can find out.
I'm sorry, M... uh, Sam.
This man is a racketeer.
Please, Glenvil. I'll do anything to help Adam, but I can't do this on my own.
I know, but...
This was partly your fault.
Adam never wanted to go to the police. You persuaded him.
That's true, and I'm sorry, but I don't think the answer is to go charging in on our own.
We're not going to be on our own.
I know someone.
How did you find me?
Stafford? He telephoned you?
Well, anyway, I can't tell you anything about her.
I can't tell you anything about any of them.
To me, they all looked the same... at night, with the full moon, pretty girls in their French civvies.
Always two cases. One with the radio.
I never even knew her real name.
You were investigated.
After Elise died, we were all investigated.
They didn't know how it had happened. They were scared.
It wasn't just Elise, you know.
They thought you might have been responsible for the death of nine agents.
I was responsible.
I flew them to their death. Of course, I knew nothing then but...
How do you think I feel now?
Do you know Peter Hawtrey?
I flew with him. Once. It was a mission over Northern France.
It was very dangerous, but... there was something he wanted to know.
Do you know what?
I was at the front. He was at the back.
I knew nothing.
And this was... when?
February or March, '44.
I don't remember but it was just a few weeks before he resigned.
Suddenly he was gone and nobody was saying anything.
Even his name - it wasn't mentioned any more.
Where is he now? Do you know?
No. No, I don't know.
Special Operations was unique.
In this country there was nothing else like it.
But, in order to exist, it had to protect itself.
And what happened to people like me... they didn't care.
I risked my life many times for them. Many times!
And they treated me like a criminal.
Valentine: So Hawtrey flew over Northern France... just before Elise died.
Foyle: A bit risky for a section head, wouldn't you say?
Valentine: We need to find him.
What about Caplin? He was uh... head of operations.
He must have known about the flight.
Well, there's something not adding up.
The agents following Caplin said he went into the Palladium at 7:45 and came out just after 9:00.
Maybe he didn't like the show.
There was no show. That's the point.
You know, Foyle, you've put your finger on it.
How very pleasant. Just for once, I know something you don't.
I know exactly why he went there.
How much longer are we gonna wait?
He said 6:00.
He could have gone out a back way.
I'm just not at all sure about the wisdom of this.
Is... Is that him?
It is. Yeah.
Just through there, sir.
Mr Foyle. How very good to see you.
How are you?
Oh, I'm better.
I should be at work.
There's really no hurry.
Well, I appreciate your concern, but I need to know what's going on.
Miles Corrigan is dead.
That saddens me very much.
You were with him. Did he say anything?
Well... is this really the time to be...
Oh, please. I need to know.
He mentioned somebody called Roberts.
I don't know any Roberts.
He didn't say anything else?
Well, it was difficult. Erm...
I couldn't follow what he was trying to say.
I imagine, by now, you've spoken to Elizabeth Addis.
Well, I'm sorry. That was wrong of me.
Has she spoken to you about Plato?
Who have you spoken to?
The same people that were interviewed by the inquiry, apart from Peter Hawtrey, because nobody appears to know where he is.
Well, I never saw him after he resigned.
Do you know why he resigned?
For Head of Communications, he was an extremely uncommunicative man.
I was away at Wanborough Manor when he left.
And you haven't spoken to him since?
No need to.
He had his own reasons.
A few weeks before, he took a flight over Northern France.
What was that about?
Er, I'm going to have a drink. I have some whisky. Will you join me?
I know nothing about this.
And you say... you don't know where to find him?
Then it's high time you did.
Find him, and I want to know the moment you do.
How much does he know?
If you're talking about Foyle, I have no idea.
I know him.
Hilda told me.
She asked me to keep an eye on him.
If you want the truth, I wish I hadn't.
And why is that?
He's a decent man. I don't think he quite knows what he's got himself into.
What sort of people we are.
And yet you agreed?
Hilda persuaded me it was necessary. She said he was out of control.
He still is. He's already spoken with Caplin and Tellier.
If he finds Hawtrey, that'll be the end of it.
You told me this had nothing to do with Plato.
The law of unintended consequence.
Where is Hawtrey?
Funnily enough, I've no idea.
What are you afraid of, Ian?
You're afraid of Hilda, aren't you?
She's going to find out.
You were part of it, Elizabeth.
You didn't like it then. You might not like it now. But it's the truth.
I'll say good night.
(clanking and clattering)
Charlie. Good to see you, me old china.
Hello, Mr White.
Hello, Mr White.
Hello, Mr White.
Here, Blakey. Come here.
Very tasty. I'll have one of those if you've got one to spare.
I know just the fella.
Nice to see you, Mr White.
I've got a gift for you.
That little matter taken care of?
That's what I've come to see you about.
Step into the office.
We need to get nearer.
What do you think you're doing?
They were spying on us?
No, we weren't.
I know him. We've met.
You're Harris. I know what this is about. It's about that bloody MP.
So, what are you - his wife?
You took a big risk coming here, darlin'.
Look, this is ridiculous. Just let us go.
They've seen us together.
(explosion and shouting)
What's going on?
(shouting and coughing)
Quick! Come on!
Man: Down! Get down!
Are you all right?
I thought I might have left it too late.
Glenvil. This is Mr James Stafford.
He used to be with the SOE.
That was you?
Smoke bombs and blank cartridges, but it seems to have done the trick.
Did you get what you want?
Right. Let's make a move.
Never again, Sam. Any more of this, I'm joining the Tories.
Yes, of course.
Gentlemen, I've already told you everything I know.
Mr Caplin, we'd like your help putting an end to the activities of a man called Damian White.
Well, I don't know any Damian White.
You certainly know some of his associates.
This man's Neville Smith. He works for Damian White.
You're wrong. I've told you. I don't know a Damian White.
We haven't identified the young man you're being introduced to.
Perhaps you'd prefer it that way.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Do I have to spell it out?
The Circle Bar of the Palladium, when there's no show, is frequented by a certain kind of man wishing to meet a similar kind of man.
Both men are breaking the law.
These men can also be seen on the first floor of Lyon's Corner House, Coventry Street, Chez Victor's, Wardour Street.
I've been asking around. You've been seen in all of them.
Caplin: Please stop.
Valentine: It may help you to know that... well, I know this because I've been in those places myself.
Music Box. Sphinx. Sonia's.
I'm only surprised we've never met.
I... I... I met a young person.
Archie. He's the... boy in the photograph.
Damian White owns the club. I think...
I think he owns Archie.
And so he was blackmailing you for what?
I'm sorry to have to tell you, but he's been selling them to the Soviets.
I... And I...
I didn't know what he was doing with them. I never...
I never asked.
Is this really necessary?
Man: Excuse me. If you could tell us what's actually happening.
These papers contain highly classified information about our atomic programme.
Can you explain how they came to be in your office?
I have no idea.
No. We know all about Mr Caplin. We know about the Blue Lantern.
We know about your connection with Arkady Kuznetsov.
Mr Caplin's made a full confession.
Well... that would seem to be that, then.
Oh, I'd say so.
For what it's worth, Mr Foyle, I'm not a Bolshie.
I love my country. This was all just business.
And, for what it's worth, Mr White, whatever you may call it, you're guilty of treason - which still carries a death sentence.
So you took these?
Before you say anything, sir, I know it was wrong... and dangerous... but Adam's whole future was at stake.
Our future. I couldn't just stand by and let it all happen.
I took great care, sir.
Mr Harris and Mr Stafford were with me.
Mr Stafford provided me with a camera.
Will they be enough to clear Adam's name?
In fact, the lot of them have been arrested.
What about this Chief Superintendent Usborne?
Proving corruption... a bit difficult.
What about receiving stolen property?
White gave Usborne a Roberts radio.
Foyle: I'm so very sorry.
To lose a child to the war is one thing, but er... Miles.
I've no idea what possessed him.
If it's any consolation, we're doing our very best to find out.
Do you remember mentioning to me the last time you saw him?
It was the morning of my birthday.
Do you mind me asking, did he buy you anything?
Oh, not at all. He bought me that radio.
The... old one wasn't behaving terribly well.
Where would he have bought that, do you think?
I'm afraid I don't know.
Would you mind if I took a look?
No, not at all.
And I remember you saying he was angry about something. Is that right?
Yes. I'd never seen him like that before.
(bell over door rings)
How can I help you?
I don't want to talk to you.
Why should I talk to you?
Because I'm trying to help.
And because Miles Corrigan... is dead.
He was here, wasn't he? Am I right?
Corrigan. I knew a Corrigan once.
You remind me of her.
Is that who you mean?
I'm her brother.
I shouldn't have said anything.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
But I had to tell him what they'd done to her, the bastards.
It was 1944.
Eight agents had died. I knew something had to be wrong.
So I began to listen in to the actual live transmissions.
I knew these agents.
I'd met them.
I'd helped with their training.
And I knew it wasn't them.
Every agent had their own fist - and that was what was missing.
Their tapping was uncharacteristically clipped, or slow.
To begin with, I didn't believe it myself.
If I was right, it meant the entire network had been blown apart and F2 section was finished. Over.
It was unthinkable, but there it was.
I didn't dare tell anyone, not without proof.
There was only one thing I could do.
There was an agent in France I knew personally.
His name was Edward Sykes and he'd helped set up the network.
It was dangerous, but I got into a plane equipped with a directional microwave transceiver, and I flew over Northern France.
That way, I was actually able to speak to him directly.
Sykes, are you receiving me?
This is Peter Hawtrey.
(radio squeal and static)
(stilted male voice): Hello, Peter. How are you?
I need to know about you, Ed.
How are things with you?
Is everything all right? Over.
(stilted) Everything is good.
It is good.
Hawtrey: We spoke for ten minutes.
I knew at once it wasn't Ed.
He had a German accent, for Christ's sake.
And this was...
10th March, 1944.
Eight weeks before Elise was dropped into France.
(they speak french)
I went to see Woodhead. I knew he wouldn't like it.
The b*st*rd ran F2 like it was his own personal crusade.
But he had to know the truth.
Is that what you told him?
Yes. He didn't believe it.
He refused to believe it.
He thought I was mad.
I made him promise to talk it over with Hilda Pierce, and a few days later, she contacted me.
This is the letter.
Signed by her.
The bitch fired me!
How did you get this?
Internal mail. It was in my pigeonhole.
And what did you do?
What could I do?
That same day, I packed my things and left.
Well, why did you never approach me directly?
Why did you never tell anyone else?
You were away. I never got the chance.
But you told Miles Corrigan.
I didn't know he would try to kill you. I'm sorry.
But the war's over now. He had a right to know.
And now he's dead!
He's dead because of you!
Have you any idea how much harm you've caused?
I didn't write that letter.
My signature was forged.
Thank you, Mr Foyle.
I always knew I could rely on you.
I was expecting you.
I thought I should tell you that Hilda knows everything.
I'm so very sorry.
Yes, so am I.
You knew from the beginning that there was no Plato?
And yet you went ahead with a three-month inquiry into a double agent that never existed?
I was SOE. You didn't ask questions. You did what you were told.
Like you did when you spied on me?
You have to understand.
It's not you. It's not me.
It's the world that we inhabit.
(big ben chiming in background)
I had to see you, Ian.
The thing is, I saw Hawtrey.
Ah. How is he?
He showed me the letter.
I didn't fire him. You did. You couldn't let the truth come out, could you?
Hawtrey is wrong. It was all supposition.
No, he was right!
You knew there was a good chance... that Elise would be killed... the moment she stepped off that plane in France, but you still let her go. You didn't care.
And when she died - the ninth agent in less than three months - you realised you had to cover your tracks.
So you invented Plato.
No, Plato was not an invention. There was always a possibility -
No, there wasn't!
There was never a traitor in the SOE, and you know it!
You were deliberately sending those girls to their death.
They were tortured. They were executed.
You know why.
You have to remember how it was. They were all against us.
Bomber Command, Whitehall, MI5, MI6.
Even de Gaulle and the Free French.
They would have closed us down in the blink of an eye.
If they'd found out.
It wasn't just that.
We wanted the same thing, you and I.
We had to make it to D-Day.
If they had known our circuits in France had been compromised, our role in the war would have been over.
But you never told me!
Because you would have stopped me!
Of course I would!
I trusted you.
All those years we worked together.
And those girls.
Did you never think?
I can't live with it.
It's all in the past, Hilda.
We did what we had to but it's behind us now.
Not for me.
I cannot accept what we did.
We're gonna be late.
I hate funerals.
So do I.
I'm going to tell him today.
Everyone's so sad, anyway.
It won't make any difference.
Don't be sad.
You saved my career. Again.
And you're gonna be a mother.
Do you think I'll be any good?
I think you'll be perfect.
Hilda Pierce was not a religious woman. She would not want me to talk about God.
But she might want me to talk about duty, and courage and fortitude.
She was part of a very special breed.
She and the agents with whom she worked.
And I will miss her all the more because I fear we will not see her like again.
No, no. I just wanted to tell you something.
I hate letting you down, but I'm going to have to hand in my notice.
The fact is, you could say I'm PWP.
Pregnant without permission?
Well, you choose your moments.
I wanted to get it over with.
So it means I'm going to be rather busy for a while.
Well, I do understand.
I don't like to leave you on your own.
Well, I might be OK.
I don't know about the rest of the country, but...
I'd really like it if you'd be the godfather.