(DRONE OF AIRCRAFT FLYING OVERHEAD)
Man: Down there.
(You're gonna get us shot.)
(We're at war in Britain, they've got guns.)
(It's a merchant ship, Johnny, no-one's gonna see us.)
(In out... shake it all out.)
(He said No.3. Go on.)
That's it. Come on, come on.
(WHIRRING AND CLANKING)
Easy, buddy. Easy does it.
Pull back. Lower down. Lower down.
High Castle. This is it. Come on.
Right, you're all set, Captain.
Ah! Thank you.
Have a good journey.
Thank you very much.
Go! Go! Go! Come on!
What the hell?
(ALARM BELL RINGING)
Come on. Come on.
Get after those guys!
Hey, soldier! Soldier!
(WHISTLE CONTINUES BLOWING)
Oi! Oi! Oi! 'Ey! You there!
Come here! Hey! Stop!
I said stop!
Go there. Come on.
Come here now! Check over there!
Let's go. Let's go.
His name was William Knowles. We found his passport.
He was a professor at University College, London.
Looks like a straightforward robbery.
Wallet was next to the body, cash had been taken.
If it's straightforward, why are you interested in it?
We found this in his top pocket.
'7 Carlyle Gardens...'
We are very interested in the man who lives there.
Clayton Del Mar, he's an American.
Chairman of Global American Oil.
Well, let me make this absolutely clear, Foyle, our job is to protect Del Mar, he's one of us.
A useful source of intelligence in the Middle East -
Iran, Iraq - anywhere there's oil.
We just need to establish that there is no connection between the death of this man Knowles and Del Mar.
There'd appear to be a connection.
When he was found?
This morning, about 9:30.
So he could have been killed around ten last night.
I just want to know why that address was in his pocket.
William Knowles, eh?
Should be right up your street.
What does that mean?
Dead body, knife in the back...
Nice, straightforward bit of detective work for you.
Noticeable overuse of the word 'straightforward', this morning, bearing in mind nothing in this place ever is.
Oh, wait. I want to talk to you about Foyle.
I think he's done a very good job.
I don't deny it, but he's also done a great deal of damage, or have you forgotten Strasser?
Losing Strasser to the Americans was unfortunate, but that wasn't Foyle, that was Valentine.
If I had my way, Valentine would have gone.
We can't lose our best operative, Sir Alec.
No, but we have to control them or, rather, you do, Miss Pierce.
Valentine's learned his lesson, but I suggest you find a way to keep an eye on Mr Foyle.
Because the next time he makes a nuisance of himself, you'll be responsible.
(CHILDREN PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
I'm off, then.
The second bedroom...
I've finished painting it.
You haven't even looked.
Oh, I'm sorry, Adam.
I'll pop up now if you like.
No, it's all right.
You do still want to have this baby, don't you?
What sort of a question is that?
You never talk about it.
Sometimes, I think you're trying to pretend it's not happening.
We're having a baby, I'm thrilled, it's what we always wanted.
What's there to talk about?
You haven't told them yet, have you?
You haven't even told Mr Foyle. Why not?
Do we have to do this now?
I'd like to know.
You're gonna have to leave, you know that.
I haven't told Mr Foyle yet because I don't want to.
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
You have no idea.
I know you'll miss it.
Well, of course I'll miss it.
Will you give up politics to sit in a room full of nappies and baby powder?
That's not the same.
It's exactly the same.
I'll tell them when I'm ready and now, if you don't mind, I don't want to be late.
How would you like to swap jobs?
I beg your pardon?
I'm just sick of this paperwork.
You do it so much better than me, anyway.
I've got quite enough of my own, thank you very much.
Of course you do. I wasn't being serious.
Everything all right?
I'm not quite myself, if you want the truth, but nothing to worry about.
Quite the opposite.
Good morning, ladies. Come and get all you can.
It's on the left here.
And Adam, is he all right?
He misses being a PPS.
Of course, now all he thinks about is... his work.
Nice start to the day.
I'll be five minutes.
He was killed some time close to midnight, at a guess.
Stabbed in the back, severing the spine.
He would've died instantly.
Is there a suggestion, then, that he was running away?
I wouldn't have said so. The entry wound is far too precise.
This is someone who knew what they were doing.
They must have crept up behind him and er...
He'd been abroad very recently.
Oh, yeah? How do you know that?
The contents of his stomach.
I won't go into the details now, but he's been feasting on rations that you won't find over here.
At a guess, I'd say he's been with the Americans.
Did you hear him on the wireless last night?
People underestimate him cos of his class and the way he walks, but when you think of what he's achieved...
Are you all right?
I was thinking about Sam.
How is she?
I haven't seen her for a while.
Glenvil, there's something we haven't told you.
She's expecting a baby.
Adam, that's wonderful news.
When's it due?
It's not for another six months.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
That's great news.
I'm really happy for you.
Excuse me there's no-one outside.
It's all right. Do come in. Take a seat.
Are you Mr Wainwright?
I'm Adam Wainwright.
This is Glenvil Harris, my constituency chairman.
How can I help?
Stephens, Vera Stephens.
I don't know who else to turn to, Mr Wainwright.
I've been to my trade union, the Citizens Advice Bureau, no-one wants to know.
Well, what's happened?
I work at Richardson's, do you know them?
The wireless factory?
That's the one.
I started working there two years into the war.
They were glad to have us then.
I did very well for myself, worked my way up to supervisor.
£8 a week, two weeks holiday, thank you very much.
And then, a few weeks ago, Mr Richardson calls me into his office and tells me straight to my face that I'm back on the production line, on half the salary, cos there's a man coming in.
He's given my job to a man. Where's the fairness in that?
And you say that your union representative can't help?
No-one wants to help me, Mr Wainwright.
Even my own husband seems to think it's reasonable.
But I want my job and you're my MP.
What are you going to do?
Who lives here?
An extremely wealthy man who runs an oil company.
Won't be long.
I have an appointment with Mr Clayton Del Mar.
Yes, Mr Foyle. Do come in.
Take a seat, Mr Foyle.
You're in the security service.
Well, you must tell me how I can help you.
My pop was advising you guys back in the '30s.
Is that right?
It's just a shame you didn't listen to what he had to say. (CHUCKLES)
You knew which way the wind was blowing.
Hitler and the Nazis...
You know, this was a war that could've been avoided. Drink?
I won't, thank you.
It was an economic war.
What does the world do?
Puts tariffs on global products.
Makes it pretty much impossible for Germany to pay off its debts, you know?
And the Versailles Treaty - that was crazy to start with.
It made war inevitable, and for what?
50 million people dead, maybe more.
Anyway... you're about to say why you're here.
Yes, I'm looking for information about a man called William Knowles.
Knowles? Afraid I don't know him.
Found dead not far from here, in Hyde Park.
Very sorry to hear it. That's too bad.
What's it gotta do with me?
He had... this in his pocket.
Yeah, that's my address all right.
But he didn't come here. When was this?
Ten o'clock yesterday?
Well, I was just finishing dinner, then I went to bed.
My wife was asleep, so was my father - he's an invalid.
Well, it would appear he had a meeting here with someone.
A lot of people try to get a bite of my time, Mr Foyle.
With a specific appointment, it looks like.
We shouldn't, of course, assume it was ten at night.
It could well have been 10:00am yesterday, or 10:00am this morning.
I don't assume anything, Mr Foyle.
I've already told you I did not meet with this man.
Why would you have any reason to believe that I'm lying to you?
Who was he, anyway?
He was a professor at University College.
Ah, well, my father and myself have given a lot of money to a lot of colleges.
You give to the one and the others come begging.
Ain't that the way with you limeys?
But, er, I did not meet with your Mr Knowles.
You're wasting your time and, frankly, mine.
I understand. Thank you.
Good afternoon, sir.
You didn't deal with that business quite as I'd hoped.
I did exactly as you asked.
You got the photograph, yes, but he also had my address in his pocket.
Didn't you look?
I did look, sir.
You missed it.
Clayton, I need your help.
Oh, what is it, baby?
I can't decide what to wear for dinner, tonight.
The Charitons. I've put out three dresses...
You know, from Long Island.
We met them at the Ritz.
Yeah, yeah, I'll come see.
How was it?
Are we watching him, by any chance?
Not as far as I'm aware.
Well, someone is.
Man: You're late again.
Professor Knowles' office is on the first floor in the main quad.
Is he all right?
When did you last see him?
He was here just the other day.
Which 'other day' was that?
That would've been Tuesday.
He was in a bit of a hurry, just popped in and out again.
He hadn't been here for two months.
In fact, I was beginning to think he'd left altogether.
It's just here, sir.
I'll leave you to it.
Let me know when you go.
Can I help you?
Well, no, I'm managing quite well, thank you.
Who are you?
What exactly are you doing here, rummaging around in William's desk?
How did you even get in? This door is usually locked.
The porter let me in.
How do you know Mr Knowles?
You clearly don't know him at all.
He's Professor Knowles.
I beg your pardon.
We're friends. I work next door.
Then I'm sorry to have to tell you that Professor Knowles was found dead yesterday morning.
Is that where he was?
I'm not going to tell you anything until you tell me who you are.
Are you a policeman?
I'm primarily someone trying to help which is proving rather difficult.
He was in Germany. Is that right?
In Nuremberg, as a translator.
He was... working at the trials.
Which would explain this, then?
He was interested in the psychology of language, not the content.
We're building an extensive archive on the rise of Nazism from 1919 through to the start of the war.
We all know how it ended.
It's important to understand how it all began.
When was the last time you saw him?
Are you interrogating me?
Well, of course not.
Simply asking the questions that need to be answered in order to find out who killed him and why.
I haven't spoken to him since he went to Germany.
Apparently, he was here on Tuesday and in rather a hurry, according to the porter.
There'd have been a reason for him coming here?
He must have visited the archive.
How would you know that?
This shouldn't be here.
Nothing's meant to be removed.
Serial number... Does that mean anything?
That's a photographic file.
Possible to find out what it contained?
I can have a look.
Do you know where he lived?
11 Kathleen Crescent.
Was he married?
Do you know to whom?
A dear friend. Her name is Hilary.
So she was married for ten years?
When did they tell her?
So, are you happy to do this?
I don't know what I'm going to do.
I'm on my own now.
He was all I ever had, William.
Not that he was ever here.
Three years at Bletchley, the university, then Nuremberg.
You'd have thought they could have found someone else who spoke German.
I'm very sorry, Mrs Knowles.
He comes home for one day.
One day, and then he goes and gets himself killed.
How long have you been ill?
I can't remember when I wasn't ill.
I'm in pain. I find it hard to breathe.
We spent every penny we had trying to make me better.
But couldn't the university help?
He had insurance, but that was no good to me.
Ten years, we were married and we were happy together.
Did he ever talk to you about his work?
He didn't want to say anything.
I don't know why they're bothering with a trial.
Shoot the lot and be done with it.
So why did he come home?
He came to see me.
He was worried about me.
Did he bring anything back with him?
He brought me a few things.
He got them from the Americans.
Soap and chocolate.
I don't know why he brought that.
I don't even drink whisky.
He doesn't like it either.
Well, I don't know, she wasn't very forthcoming.
Well, she certainly wasn't telling the truth.
(REPLIES IN RUSSIAN)
Clayton Del Mar.
Global American Oil.
Clayton Del Mar.
Is he happy?
No, not really, sir.
(CLEARS THROAT) I'm heading for the office.
Oh, wish me luck.
What are you talking about?
I have this meeting today, Pop, remember?
The Iranian Soviet Oil Company.
Never call it that.
It doesn't exist.
If you don't believe that, how will you persuade them?
And don't talk to them about law, Clayton, they're Arabs.
What do they know about law? Talk to them about money.
I know, Pop.
Make them know they've been humiliated.
Then, when you see the Shah, that's when you talk about the law.
I've got it. I know what I'm doing.
How are you getting on with er...?
The Silver Bullet.
I'll get Edith to come up and read for you.
I don't like the way she reads. I don't like her voice.
Oh, don't be like that, Pop. We're looking for someone.
You shouldn't have gotten rid of the last one.
She annoyed me.
Doctor's coming in this afternoon.
I'll come back up the moment I get back, OK?
Yes, so I met Mrs Stephens and I told her that there was nothing more I could do.
But you are her union rep.
Well, we do represent the workers at Richardson's Wireless, but we have no women members.
Because you don't allow them.
All the unions in this sector are the same.
Amalgamated Engineering do have some women members, but only on a temporary basis.
Even so, I did intervene on Mrs Stephens' behalf.
She has me to thank for securing her a job on the assembly line.
At half her previous salary.
Well, it's better than no job at all.
700,000 women have left work in the last year.
Most of them left voluntarily.
Well, I think you're being a bit hypocritical, Mr Wainwright.
It's your government that keeps closing down nurseries to force women out of work.
That's not the reason.
There are too many nurseries, they're underused, and they're too expensive.
Well, I've said my piece.
Well, thanks for coming in, Mr Chorley.
Do you know what I think?
And I'm not speaking here in an official capacity.
But I don't know why women wanna work, anyway.
It's not like the money's gonna be any use to them.
There's nothing in the shops to buy and, right now, they've got more important things to do.
What would these be, Horace?
We've got to increase the population.
We lost too many men in that bloody war.
That's their job.
(CHATTER AND TYPING)
How much do you know about whisky?
Not much, sir.
I prefer Mother's ruin.
Yeah, I thought so.
There's a whisky label called High Castle. See what you can find.
And a woman called Elizabeth Addis, University College lecturer.
See if we've got anything.
Right away, sir.
Oh, I see.
Just keeping your seat warm for you.
How thoughtful. What do you want?
I have a coincidence might interest you.
I have a low-level contact at the Soviet Embassy.
How do you know him?
Oh, bumped into him at a club.
Not the sort of place his employers would like to know he frequented.
Not the sort of place MY employers would like to know I frequented, but, er, anyway, he's a waiter at the Embassy.
According to him, a Soviet agent flew in recently.
Could be NKVD, at any rate highly regarded, name of Leskov and he's doing business with your man Clayton Del Mar.
What sort of business?
He couldn't tell me, but I've asked him to dig a little deeper.
I thought Del Mar was with us.
So did I.
We should take a closer look at him.
This might help - they're advertising for a companion for Clayton Del Mar's father, he's an invalid.
'Single, intelligent woman wanted for conversation and companionship.'
And who might you have in mind?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Are you ready? Wait here for us.
Gentlemen, Stalin wants your oil.
That's all he wants.
He's offered to return your territories in Azerbaijan and Turkestan, but he will never do that.
And, in the meantime, you have set up the company Iranian Soviet Oil...
.. and given him a 51% share in your oil.
Forgive me, but that's crazy.
Right now, in the Kremlin, he's laughing at you.
Let me talk to His Majesty, the Shah.
An audience in Tehran, that's all I ask.
Believe me when I tell you that, right now, like it or not...
.. your interests should be with the British.
Thank you so much for coming.
Please convey my regards to the Shah and his family.
It was a pleasure to meet you.
Thank you very much.
Have a safe trip home. Thank you.
Very nice to meet you.
Thank you very much. Have a safe trip. Thank you very much. Bye-bye.
Well, Grant, I think I'm gonna need my passport.
It's only for a few days.
Anything could happen.
If you told Mr Foyle the truth, he never -
(SIGHS) Mr Foyle didn't ask me, I volunteered, but that's not the point.
I'm not going anywhere dangerous, I'm in Kensington, reading to an old man.
I still say no.
I wasn't asking your permission, Adam.
Oh, I see. So you're going to do it anyway?
It's my job.
Well, that's not true. You're not a spy, even if you pretend to be.
You're married to me now. You're expecting our child.
I'm sorry, but you've got to grow up and start facing reality.
Well, if this is reality, then maybe I don't want it.
(CHILDREN PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
By the way, I've seen the spare room. It's lovely.
I had a call from Clayton Del Mar.
We're having luncheon together.
Oh, how very pleasant.
He's spoken to the Shah's advisers.
Next week, he flies to Tehran to meet the Shah himself.
How did he manage that?
They went to the same school in Switzerland.
Not at the same time.
I notice you didn't mention any of this to Foyle.
Should I have?
Well, it might have been relevant.
Well, need to know, and I rather doubt he does, truth be told.
Any news on this man Knowles?
No, not yet, but Valentine's come up with something.
He thinks your man may have been talking to the Soviets.
Clayton Del Mar? That's ridiculous.
I really think we can do better than that.
What about that other matter we were discussing? Foyle?
I'm working on it.
Have a nice lunch.
I'm not at all sure about this.
Sir, I'd like to contribute. I really do want to.
I'm sure, but there are others here perfectly able to do this - why you?
It's about time I made myself useful.
But only on condition that somebody monitors this throughout, hm?
I'll do it myself.
Look after yourself.
I haven't got the job yet.
What happens if they don't pick me?
I rather think they will, there were no other applicants.
We made sure of that.
And that's about all there is, it's a malt whisky distilled in Tain.
Very popular with the Americans.
You're absolutely right.
And Elizabeth Addis.
Two years in the Cairo office.
Planning assistant to Lord Glenconner and then Major General Stowell.
[ Then she came back to London, advising on SOE ]
Middle East affairs, husband died in a car accident, no children.
Right. Thank you.
What do you think of Vera Stephens?
Am I right to be supporting her?
Why do you ask?
Just not sure.
You have a wife who works.
Is it? You either believe in something or you don't.
That's what impressed us about you when we first met you, Adam.
You knew exactly where you stood.
Here we are.
We did our bit during the war, Mr Wainwright.
We moved from domestic production into radar.
The triodes and vacuum tubes manufactured here were installed all along the coast and I'm proud of that.
Well, no-one's doubting your war record, Mr Richardson.
I just don't take very kindly to these accusations.
We're not accusing you of anything.
It seems to me quite high-handed, walking into my factory like this.
Now, as for Mrs Stephens, I always knew she was trouble, right from the word go, that one.
But, she did a good job.
I don't deny it.
She and many others who have gone home and quite right too.
But she didn't want to.
Look, I told her from the very start it was a temporary position.
That's not how Mrs Stephens remembers it.
I did what I could for her - a job on the production line.
It was as much as she deserved.
You wanted to see me, sir?
George, I was wondering if those parts had arrived.
English Electrics, sir?
No, I'm afraid not. I can get them on the blower, if you like.
No, no, no, just keep me informed.
George Buckingham, our production supervisor, the man that Mrs Stephens replaced.
He was with us for five years before he joined up.
He was in Italy and he copped it at Anzio.
That is how he came home.
Now, Mr Wainwright, was I to tell him I didn't have a job for him?
That I couldn't take him back? Or did I do the right thing?
Now you tell me.
There were actually 12 pictures in a sequence.
One is missing, which must be the one William took.
This is the next.
There was a group of businessmen who supported the Nazis called the Friends of Himmler.
Would these have anything to do with that?
They were taken in Berlin in 1939.
These were essentially businessmen who were supplying the Nazi Party with funds.
So not necessarily all of these men are German.
Correct, there were honorary members and special guests.
Dutch, American, even British.
All looking to the Russian oil fields.
If there was a war and the Germans won, this would be their way in.
Why would William have wanted to take that particular photograph?
That's the question. How long had he been at Nuremberg?
And translating for whom?
I'm sorry to say I've no idea.
This is where I turn off.
Er, well, thank you for your help.
Mr Foyle, excuse me...
I spoke to the porter after you left, last time.
He said you were from the Home Office.
Well, that's what I told him.
I assumed at once that meant the security service.
Would I be right?
I was rather rude to you.
Not at all.
I owe you an apology.
Hey, Char...? Charge?
(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)
Guten tag, Herr Linz.
Oh. Guten tag.
I understand you've not been feeling well?
I want my letters. Why are they being kept from me?
I'm afraid it's not my job to distribute the mail.
You're a doctor, hmm?
Maybe you can help me.
(I'm a wealthy man.)
I can ask the lieutenant.
Where's Mr Knowles?
I believe he's still in England.
Mr Knowles has been very kind to me.
He seems to be the only one who understands that all this... this trial, is a travesty.
I'm not a soldier.
I'm a businessman.
The transport manager for a company known and respected all over the world.
All the brightest people in Germany worked for IG Farben.
People who have won the Nobel Prize worked for IG Farben and the Americans, back then, they would have done anything to get their hands on our technology.
And now they do this to me! Why?
This is not justice.
This is revenge.
I brought you something to read.
Books and newspapers from London.
Are you sleeping all right, Herr Linz?
I sleep, I read, I sleep.
Danke schon and get out.
You can do nothing for me.
(SHOUTS IN GERMAN)
(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)
I'll wait for you here.
It'll keep you on your toes.
Yeah, you have excellent references, Miss Stewart.
You were in the MTC during the war?
Before that, a teacher.
Your father is a vicar.
Yes and I have an uncle who's a bishop.
We're a very religious family.
Shortage of men.
It's my favourite pastime, Mr Del Mar.
What in particular?
Oh, anything I can get my hands on, really.
Agatha Christie, Ellery Queen -
My father enjoys Seth Carter.
Pop is a remarkable man, Miss Stewart.
An exceptional human being.
It was my grandfather who established Global American Oil in Dallas at the end of the last century.
But it was my daddy who turned it into the worldwide corporation it is today.
May I ask why you're in London?
We have to look to the east, to the Middle East in particular, and to the Soviet Union.
That's where the next war will start.
It'll be a war for oil.
Sadly, a few years ago, my father became ill.
He has an infection of the heart, he hasn't long to live.
I'm very sorry.
Well, he should be on Palm Beach, not stuck here in London, but he won't hear of it.
I suppose family matters to him.
Business matters to him, Miss Stewart.
He seems to think the moment he goes, it'll all fall apart.
I'm sure you're very glad to have him here.
I honour him and I want his remaining years to be comfortable.
I have to say, I am disappointed with the response I got from my advertisement, but I think you'll do swell.
Shall we say a one month trial?
Thank you, Mr Del Mar.
Live-in, of course.
Will you take Miss Stewart upstairs to meet Pop?
Thank you, sir.
Who are you?
I'm your new companion.
Come closer, where I can see you.
What's your name?
That's not a woman's name.
It's short for Samantha.
You're very cute.
Read to me.
The Silver Bullet.
'The Anderson place was on Olive Street, close by Sixth on the East Side.
The wind was blowing the litter across the sidewalk and, as I climbed out of the car, I could hear a dog barking in a room above the Chinese launderette.
A blank-faced man stood outside, waiting.'
Thank you, sir.
Yes, Knowles had come from Nuremberg, he went to the university archive where he removed a photograph.
The photograph was of a group of businessmen who were Nazi sympathisers.
The police didn't find one on the body.
Do you know the reason he was killed?
No and we're unlikely to find it here.
So you're asking us to fly you to Nuremberg.
Well, that's where the answers are.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Can I come in?
Er, you should really see me at the constituency office.
I've just come from there.
I only live round the corner.
Come in, please.
Do sit down.
I, er, haven't really made very much progress, I'm afraid.
Would you like a cup of tea?
No, thank you.
I've spoken to Horace Chorley, at the union and I've also been to see Richardson's Wireless.
I'm sure Mr Richardson told lies about me.
He doesn't like me.
To be fair to him, I'd say he was very honest and open-handed.
But he won't give me my job back.
Your position has been taken by the man Mr Richardson says you replaced during the war.
That wasn't what he told me.
Well, as you are aware, your replacement Mr Buckingham was very badly injured at Anzio.
And I'm very sorry for him, but I don't see what that's got to do with it.
I don't think there's anything more I can do for you.
You won't get me my job back?
Well, you're the same as all of them - the boss, the trade union, the MP, the new supervisor - and, have you noticed, you're all men?
There are plenty of other jobs out there, I can -
I don't want to be a teacher or a shop assistant.
Maybe being at home -
I don't want to be at home!
When I first got the job at Richardson's, it was a godsend.
It was the first time in my life I actually felt worth something.
And now it's been taken away from me.
But you will help me.
I know you will, please, I...
This is very nice of you, Alec.
I bet you don't pay.
My department is always happy to show its appreciation.
When did they make you Sir Alec?
Back in '43.
Services to spying (?)
Er, the Admiralty.
Well, maybe you can get one for me (?)
Why not? You did it for Ike.
General Eisenhower received the Order of Merit, but that was honorary.
Forget it, I'm pulling your leg.
We are grateful.
You should be.
I've heard from Tehran.
I'm going in next week.
Ooh, that's very good.
It's not every day you get an audience with the Shah.
The way things are out there -
.. he's the only one who can untangle this agreement his government made with the Soviets.
Will he deal with us?
Last time he got into bed with you Brits, you were making three times as much profit out of tax revenue as the Shah was getting for his oil.
But he'll deal with you.
What can I say?
We went to the same school.
You wanna stop Soviet expansion in the Middle East, Alec.
♪ That's what it's all about ♪
What can we do to help?
I'll let you know if I need anything.
In the meantime, keep out of it and, by that, I mean right out, OK?
I had a visit from one of your people.
I don't wanna see him again.
I didn't like his style.
Well, his job is to protect you.
A man was killed -
I have my own protection, thanks anyway.
Foyle isn't even in the country at the moment.
He's on his way to Nuremberg.
You don't say.
Anything happens to me, you can forget Iran.
You know that.
I trust you completely.
I don't suppose any of our other friends have tried to contact you?
Didn't know you had other friends.
(LAUGHS) Why on earth would I talk to them?
Oh, one of my people mentioned a name, Nikolei Leskov.
Never heard of him.
But, if you hear from him, you'll let us know.
'.. was wrapped in a dark, Shetland sports coat with a blue and yellow scarf pulled tight around his neck.
He had a snap brim hat pulled so low over his eyes I'm surprised he could see anything of the world around him, but maybe he preferred it that way.'
That's enough. (COUGHS)
What did you say your name was?
Miss Stewart, talk to me. (COUGHS)
You're being paid for your conversation.
How long have you been like this, ill?
I'm dying. Maybe six months, maybe a year.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
I met Hitler once, you know.
Did what he had to.
Made Germany strong again and gave the Germans back their self-respect.
He lost the war.
Now he's gone, there is no-one.
Stalin's a tyrant. Truman's weak.
Hell in a handcart.
Do you believe in Hell, Miss Stewart?
No, actually, I don't.
Well, you don't know anything.
Get out. I want to sleep.
Nuremberg means Linz. There can't be any other reason.
It's all taken care of.
Now, I'm in Iran next week, flying direct to Tehran.
Can I help you?
That's my husband's den.
Yes, I thought I heard him talking.
You're not meant to go in there.
Oh, I wasn't going to.
I'm Edith Del Mar.
I'm Samantha Stewart, I'm Mr Del Mar's new companion.
I don't suppose you'll be with us for every long.
None of them ever are.
Oh, hello, honey.
What are you doing here?
I was just explaining to your wife, I was just taking a look around.
Does my father not need you?
No, he said he's had enough for today.
Then maybe you should go to your room.
Was she listening?
Oh, no, dear, I don't think so.
She was just wandering around.
How was your flight?
Well, RAF transport, and all that that means...
What's your role here?
I'm an observer, here to ensure that everything's fair and square. How about you?
Last time we met, you were a police officer, pretending to be.
What is it now?
Do you know, I'm not at all sure?
So you knew William Knowles.
Yes, of course, he was a translator here, quite close to some of the prisoners.
Too close, if you ask me.
You look worn out.
Would you like coffee?
I wouldn't say no, thank you.
We're like a family here.
Lawyers, translators, typists...
.. screeners, secretaries, doctors and psychologists.
In the end, we all sort of muck in together.
We're not dealing with Nazi bigwigs any more, now it's Germany's industrialists.
There's a view that some of them should be tried for their part in the war.
Is that your view?
Oh, I don't have a view, Mr Foyle.
Studied neutrality, that's my watchword.
And how many prisoners are there?
There's 12 of them down there at the moment.
Of course, they don't see things our way.
They don't think the war, or politics, was anything to do with them.
For them, it was just business.
Knowles was 'too friendly,' you say?
That was my observation.
With anyone in particular?
He doesn't really need a translator, speaks pretty good English.
Works for IG Farben, well, they all do.
Possible to see him?
He was put in the hospital wing a couple of nights ago.
He had some sort of an attack in the early part of the evening, but he should be in his cell by now.
I'll take you down there.
(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)
Apart from Knowles, does Linz have contact with anyone else outside?
Er, his lawyer.
They're allowed one letter a week.
Every aspect of life is strictly regulated here -
.. showers once a week, 30 minutes' exercise, even the way they sleep...
They can't face away from the door.
We keep a light on them all bloody night.
Here, this is him.
Looks like he's asleep, sir.
Herr Linz, I have a visitor for you.
(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)
(ALARM BELL RINGS)
Sir, Linz is dead.
Do I know that name?
Well, you ought to.
William Knowles was his translator at Nuremberg.
We do not need these industrialists in jail, we need them out and rebuilding their economy.
It's an extraordinary breach of security.
I have nothing to do with security at Nuremberg.
No, but you have a great deal to do with Clayton Del Mar.
I hope you're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Miss Pierce.
I'm just saying if there was a link between them, it's quite a coincidence.
Is that what Foyle believes?
Foyle's still in Nuremberg.
Well, bring him home.
If this man Linz is dead, there's no reason for him to stay.
Sir, I know that Del Mar is important to us, but... just how far will we go to protect him?
(CHILDREN PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)
I judged that he was fit to be returned to his cell.
I cannot imagine how this could've happened.
Suicide should be impossible here.
Prisoners are searched from head to toe every time they return to their cells.
It shouldn't have happened.
I can see that.
This isn't about retribution, Foyle, it is about justice.
The IG Farben factory at Monowitz was built using labour from the Auschwitz camps.
And the Reich's war machine urgently needed the synthetic rubber and the oils which the factory produced.
Thousands of people died in that process in the most appalling conditions.
Linz worked as a manager at that factory and he must have known what was happening.
The world needs to know what these men did.
He had some kind of seizure you say, is that right?
Then this is a coincidence is it, that this report of William Knowles' death is on the table in front of him as he dies?
Where would he get this?
Erm, well, they are allowed newspapers.
It's pretty rare to get one from London.
Do you think that was enough to...?
He was very upset.
In fact, he was nearly hysterical.
I don't know, sir, he was reading a newspaper.
All of a sudden, he starts shouting and banging at the door.
It's all right. Stay calm.
(SHOUTS IN GERMAN)
What is it? What's going on?
Deakin, you have to help me.
You have to protect me.
(MUTTERS IN GERMAN)
In my office.
(CONTINUES MUTTERING IN GERMAN)
You have to g...
What have you done to him?
I just gave him a sedative.
What was he saying?
Remember anything he said?
He was going in and out of German.
He said something about someone at his office -
'Der Hollander' - the Dutchman.
Do we know any Dutchmen?
'The Dutchman was behind it.'
He wanted me to find something in his office.
Where's his office?
It's at the factory, at Monowitz.
He didn't get away in time and they arrested him there.
Perhaps that's what he meant.
Can we go to the office?
Well, it wouldn't be easy.
It's through the Soviet zone and it's a hell of a hike.
I'd need to fix the permits, but I suppose it could be done.
Erm, I thought your people wanted you back?
Yeah, they can wait.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Gonna be leaving in a few days, Pop. Are you gonna be all right?
You think I can't manage without you?
That's not what I said.
You think you're ready? Think you can run this company without me?
I hate talking to you when you're like this.
Did you kill Williams Knowles?
Who told you about that?
I know everything that happens in this house, just answer me.
I dealt with him.
It was stupid.
What else could I do?
I was trying to clear up the mess you made.
You know what I mean.
I founded this company.
I made this the second-largest petroleum corporation in the world.
What I did, I did to protect its interests.
You backed the wrong horse, Papa, the Germans lost the war.
I backed all the horses, Clayton, that's what brought us through and now I have to sit here and watch it being lost to a boy who can't even choose his own tie.
You read your book, Papa.
Where's that new girl?
I don't trust her.
One reply to your advertisement, Clayton?
One reply? Doesn't that tell you something? (COUGHS)
I'm afraid I haven't got anything much to report yet.
We just want to know you're safe.
I don't know about that.
The house is a fortress.
There's a high wall around the grounds and a permanent sentry at the front gate.
The father is creepy and Mr Del Mar's a little bit mad.
Have you heard anything?
Clayton Del Mar's off to Tehran in three days.
That's Iran, isn't it?
Do you know why he's going?
He didn't say.
I don't know what else I should be looking for.
We think there might be a photograph in the house, a group of men, possibly with Himmler, taken in 1939.
It would tie in Clayton Del Mar with William Knowles.
I suppose I could take a quick snoop in the study.
As quick as you can, before he leaves.
If you need any help, put something in the window at the front, where we can see it.
Yeah, that'll do.
But only if you're in trouble.
We'll be right there.
(CHURCH BELL CHIMES)
Miss Stewart, where have you been?
I was just getting some air.
My father's been waiting for you.
I'll go right up, Mr Del Mar.
(Keep an eye on her, OK?)
Yes. Samantha Wainwright.
Please ask her to contact me as soon as you can.
Thank you. Goodbye.
(REPLIES IN RUSSIAN)
(REPLIES IN RUSSIAN)
So this is the factory.
Auschwitz is six miles away.
So, by the time the inmates had marched all the way over here, they were too exhausted to work.
So they built this place...
.. for 'convenience'.
They paid the SS four Reichsmarks a day for skilled labourers, three for unskilled, there were children too.
They were filthy, they were starving, they were covered with lice... vermin.
When they couldn't work any more, they were shot.
10,000 had died by the time I came here.
I spoke to some of the survivors.
You have no idea.
Every day, reports were sent from Monowitz to the head office at Frankfurt.
They knew perfectly well how the chemicals were being produced, but they didn't care. It was necessary, good for business.
IG Farben built the planes, they made the bombs, they made the furnaces, and the Zyklon-B crystals that were used in the gas chambers.
Without them, Hitler would never have got off the starting blocks.
Linz was one of them. His office is this way.
I have a feeling we're wasting our time.
The Nazis were fanatical record keepers.
They burned everything when they realised the Allies were on their way.
We grabbed the rest.
So this is the office.
This is it.
Well, he'd send you here for a reason.
He obviously wanted you to find something that he thought would... help him?
He committed suicide.
He was killed, as was Knowles, as a result of whatever Linz had asked him, told him to do.
Otherwise, why did he come to England?
Dutchman? What did he say?
Said, 'Dutchman was behind it'.
There's a Dutchman behind it?
Or is it behind the Dutchman?
No secret compartment.
Is that Linz?
Who's the other?
How's your German?
I can get by.
Bounty. It's a shipping order.
Some English, 'The Eleanor Lee.'
All right, sir.
(SHIP'S HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)
(TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
The Eleanor Lee.
She was an American merchantman on her way to New York via Tenerife.
This is a copy of the manifest.
Basically, we were selling everything we could for the war effort.
Including 2,000 gallons of whisky?
Wasted on the Americans, if you ask me.
There was an attempted robbery to steal it the night she sailed.
Two local lads.
One of them died inexplicably quite soon afterwards.
The other one... is still alive.
Lives in a caravan on the Southampton Docks.
This is as close as we got.
But you might like to know that the ship was owned by -
Global American Oil?
Well done. Thank you.
You stay here, Grant.
Where's Mr Del Mar?
MILDRED: I'm afraid you just missed him, milady.
Mildred, have you cleaned the grate in Mr Andrew's room?
Oh, yes, of course. I'm so sorry, I...
I'll do it at once.
Well, I'll come with you.
I wonder if we need to get that chimney swept.
He suffers so much with the dust.
What are you doing in here?
(CLEARS THROAT) I was just looking for Mr Del Mar.
He's clearly not here.
Well, he was a minute ago, I heard him.
What do you want him for?
I need to buy some more books for Mr Del Mar Senior.
I'll tell him you were here.
It was just a lark, really.
That was all.
40 barrels of malt whisky.
Do you know what that would've been worth?
How did you even know it was there?
A friend of a friend.
We were gonna nick it.
Not all of it, just a couple of jerry cans, that was it.
Johnny didn't even wanna be there.
He always did what I said.
Tell me what happened.
We managed to get onto the boat.
'.. they were useless.'
'We snuck down to hold No.3.'
This is it. Go on.
'That's where we knew we'd find it.'
(This is the one.)
'We were gonna suck the whisky out.
We did the same thing when we were half-inching petrol from cars.'
(Here, do it.)
'But then it all went wrong.'
'It was like he'd been punched in the throat.'
'He couldn't breathe.'
'They heard us...'
MAN: Hey, you!
'..so I grabbed him and we scrammed.'
Hey! Get back here!
John was as sick as a dog that night.
I thought he was going to die...
.. but, the next day, he seemed a bit better.
A few days after that, he was back on his feet.
We got nicked.
Bogeys know who we were and we got picked up.
Both given a birching.
We were lucky it weren't borstal.
Johnny was never really the same after that.
He'd have these fits...
.. and then, one day, he just died.
But I'll tell you something.
Whatever was in those barrels...
.. it weren't bloody whisky.
Yes, quite possibly.
The sickness, memory loss, fits of anger, convulsions, death...
You said the ship was owned by...
Who was it?
Global American Oil.
And this young man sucked the liquid from out of a barrel?
Assuming it was whisky, that's right.
It would've been absolutely frightful. How very sad.
Tetraethyl lead is a fuel additive, is that right?
Well, whatever it is, it's deadly stuff.
She was behind my desk?
She said she was looking for you, but I didn't believe her.
I have to say, I had my doubts about her from the start.
That's very perceptive of you, Grant. So what did she want?
This drawer is open.
(SIGHS) She's taken the photograph.
You kept it?
You watch your place, Grant.
Are the doors all locked?
She can't get out. Let's find her.
Have you seen her?
You know, Pop, the girl.
Oh, cottoned on to her at last, have you? You took your time.
Yeah, Papa, you were right. You're always goddamn right.
You can't manage without me, that's your problem.
Without me, you'd just lie there and rot.
.. and must be able to be finished by ten.
Yes, all right.
Are you looking for something?
Actually, I'm trying to get out.
Grant, where are you?
The doors are all locked.
Clayton has the keys. I can call him if you like -
Don't you have any of the keys? To that one?
Are you in trouble?
I think I am.
Have you checked the back stairs?
Well, check again!
Where is she?
Check the rooms out the back! In there!
You can't get out.
Mr Del Mar wants to see you, Miss Stewart.
Well, I'm afraid he can't, I'm leaving.
Come away from the gate, get inside.
Actually, Miss Stewart is coming with me.
Well done. Open the gate.
How did you get in?
Piece of cake.
(MAN SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
(REPLIES IN RUSSIAN)
Sam, I'm so glad to see you and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
So am I.
That woman who was here, she was absolutely nothing to me.
She was a constituent and I should never have let her in.
I shouldn't have stormed out.
I've been beastly to you.
Will you forgive me?
Of course I'll forgive you.
Will you forgive me?
You were right, I...
I put myself in danger and I had absolutely no right to do that.
Our baby's too important.
I'll tell Mr Foyle I have to give up work at once.
I was wrong.
I've been completely two-faced.
On the one hand, I was defending the right of a woman I've never met to work in a wireless factory.
And, on the other, I was... putting pressure on you to do something against your wishes.
I know how much your work means to you...
.. and you shouldn't have to stop.
I'm going to have to, eventually.
In your own time.
I'm glad I married you, Mr Wainwright.
Not as glad as I am that I married you.
I'm leaving for the airport now.
You'll have to look after Pop.
Why can't I come with you?
Cos you can't, there's no question of it.
You shouldn't have given that key to that woman, Edith.
When I get back, we'll talk about it.
So a photograph of Andrew Del Mar from some archive is at his house.
That proves nothing.
And what exactly was Mrs Wainwright doing at Clayton Del Mar's house?
She was unauthorised.
She was spying on Del Mar and could have disrupted a hugely sensitive operation.
But she brought in that photograph, which directly links Del Mar in with William Knowles.
It's evidence that he had good reason to have Knowles murdered.
We can't touch Del Mar, he's too important to us.
And I understand why you want Iranian oil, and you need him to negotiate.
We have to counter the Soviet presence in the Middle East.
It is not just about oil.
It is about British influence in the entire region.
Del Mar can get an audience with the Shah and we can't.
We have nothing on Clayton Del Mar.
During the war, the Del Mars not only supported Hitler, they actively contributed to the Nazi war effort.
In 1942, one of Del Mar's ships left Southampton with 2,000 gallons of whisky bound for America.
The barrels, however, didn't contain whisky at all.
The whisky had been replaced with tetraethyl lead.
Tetraethyl lead is an aviation fuel additive.
Neither did the barrels ever reach America.
They were unloaded at a stopover in Tenerife and reloaded onto a German vessel bound for Hamburg, where they were gratefully received by the Luftwaffe.
What beggars belief is that this tetraethyl lead - without which the Luftwaffe couldn't fly - was manufactured in Britain by a subsidiary company of Global American.
It enabled the Luftwaffe to fly straight to Britain to decimate London and the rest of the country.
Have you got any proof of this?
This is the shipping order and details of the cargo being separated at Tenerife.
Tetraethyl lead is listed as alcoholic spirits.
Where did you get these?
These were hidden in the office of the IG Farben employee who oversaw the shipment: Herman Linz.
When he found himself on trial in Nuremberg, facing a probable death sentence with other IG Farben employees, he thought this information would be sufficient to blackmail Del Mar into using his influence to get him released.
So he sent William Knowles back to London to put pressure on Del Mar?
William Knowles was bribed.
We don't know.
In the end, it doesn't matter.
Del Mar had him killed.
He also arranged for Linz to die in his cell.
I wonder how he did that.
Clayton: I'll be back in a week.
You can't come back.
Is that what you think?
They still need me, Pop, just like you do.
I do this deal for them, I'm home free.
And, you know, when I get back, maybe I'm gonna change things around this house.
Maybe I'm getting tired of having you on my back all the time.
You think about that.
And this is the man you're happy to have negotiate British interests in the Middle East?
Where's Del Mar now?
He's flying to Tehran later today.
Have you any idea how much it may cost us if this meeting does not go ahead?
Well, it's your decision.
Bring him in.
Something else you should know - my Soviet Embassy contact's dead.
Looks like we're not the only ones after Del Mar.
I'll take those.
You look after Mrs Del Mar.
(SIGHS) Could've parked a little closer.
Looks like we're just a little bit too late.
You're off, then?
With your new passport?
William wrote to me.
He told me to get it.
Very easy to find out.
There's a new machine.
It's called a dialyser.
It can save my life.
What did your husband bring back?
I can sell them in New York.
They'll pay for my treatment.
You probably know where these came from.
And that would be where?
And you'd understand they don't belong to you.
But if you take them from me...
.. I will die.
Will she be all right?
She'll be fine.
Thank you for coming.
What was it?
Did you let her keep them?
What would you have done?
I think he's a half-dick.
How dare you-you talk to me like...
I'm certain this attack wasn't random. I think it was deliberate.
It's only four months since the King David Hotel, 91 people killed, 28 of them British.
Welcome to England.
He was helping people reach Palestine.
Palestine for the Jews, that's what he believed, but he was threatened.
A Europe without Poles and Czechs and Sheenies and the Irish -
.. and the Gypsies and all of them!
What do you think you're doing?
Oh, come on! Freedom of speech!
What do these people want?