OPENING CREDITS
A newsreel from World Pictorial News titled TRAGEDY IN JERUSALEM. It shows footage of the damaged King David Hotel in Jerusalem.
Newsreader: On the morning of Monday, the 22nd of July, Palestine and the world were shocked by the blowing up of the King David Hotel, Jerusalem. In broad daylight, dozens of Jews, Arabs and Britishers were m*rder*d in cold blood by the notorious Jewish terror1st organisation Irgun Zvai Leumi.
Footage of men digging in the rubble.
Newsreader: From the most junior messenger to the senior government official, men and women, servicemen and civilians alike, perished in this senseless v*olence.
Footage of a covered body on a stretcher being carried away from the rubble.
Jerusalem. A young woman, Lea Fisher, joins her parents and little brother at the table. Her father, a rabbi, recites the blessing before they eat.
Rabbi Fisher: Baruch atah Adonai elohaynu melech ha'olam hamotzi lechem min ha'aretz.
Sergeant (offscreen): Yaakov Weiss!
There's a sudden pounding at the door. A trio of British soldiers enter, pointing r*fles at the family.
Sergeant: We're looking for Yaakov Weiss!
Rabbi Fisher: We don't know him. Er, he...
Sergeant: You're Yaakov Weiss!
One of the soldiers moves through the house, parting a bead curtain to check into the next room. Rabbi Fisher laughs nervously.
Rabbi Fisher: Oh, no, my name is Fisher. I am a teacher, I am no one.
There are sounds of other soldiers searching in the distance.
Soldier (offscreen): Out, out, out!
Rabbi Fisher: This is a mistake. You have the wrong house.
Soldier (offscreen): Get out! Get out! Out! Out! Get out! Get out now!
Lea looks one of the soldiers aiming a r*fle at her father.
Soldier: This is the right address, Sarge.
Sergeant: No, you're gonna have to come with us.
Rabbi Fisher: Why? I've, I've told you!
Sergeant: Take him.
Rabbi Fisher: No!
He takes a step back in protest.
Lea: No-
Sergeant: You're under arrest!
Rabbi Fisher: No! Ah!
One of the soldiers grabs him, holding his arms behind his back.
Soldier: Come here!
Lea (offscreen): What has he done? Stop it!
Mrs Fisher hugs her son as they both watch silently.
Sergeant: Come on, get him out!
The soldier wrestles a struggling Rabbi Fisher towards the door. Lea runs in front of them.
Lea: Stop it! Let him go!
The sergeant shoves her aside.
Sergeant: Stand back, madam!
She crashes into the table and falls to the floor. Her little brother starts to cry as the soldiers take Rabbi Fisher away.
Mrs Fisher (offscreen): No! No!
On the floor, the remains of their meal lie spilled across a copy of the Palestine Post with an article about the hotel bombing.
Daniel (voiceover): The Balfour Declaration of 1917...
Daniel Woolf is speaking in front of fellow student Jane and a few other classmates in Elizabeth Addis's office at University College, London.
Daniel: ...promised a national home for the Jewish people in Palestine. But from the very start it was a sham, because what the British really wanted was control of Palestine to support their ambitions in Egypt and the Suez Canal. It would help them extract oil from Iraq and Jordan. As usual, British interests come first.
He sits back door. Addis is sitting listening with a notebook.
Addis: Thank you, Daniel. That's very well argued. But aren't you perhaps being a little over-cynical?
Jane: Lloyd George wanted the Jews to go to Argentina or Uganda.
Daniel: Palestine was their homeland. Do you want to live in Uganda?
Jane: I have London.
Daniel: And we had Jerusalem when London was a marsh.
A chime rings for the end of the class.
Jane: Well, if the Arabs and Jews would live together, there wouldn't be any problem.
Daniel: That was never going to happen. The Arabs saw the Jews as interlopers, aliens.
Addis: That's not entirely true.
She stands up.
Addis: Balfour genuinely believed he could appease both sides.
The other students start to get up.
Addis: And maybe he was guilty of old-fashioned paternalism, but if you want to write an essay rather than a polemic, perhaps you should calm down a little and look at the wider picture.
Jane (voiceover): It's good that you have your beliefs.
Outside. Daniel and Jane are walking away from the building and down a set of steps.
Jane: I just think sometimes you need to tone them down a little bit.
Daniel: Well...
Jane: Are you coming out tonight? There's a crowd of us going to the Regency.
Daniel: Oh, no, I'm sorry, I can't.
Jane: All right. I'll see you tomorrow.
Daniel: Yes, have a good evening.
They head in different directions.
A pair of men, Ian Hughes and Gerry Aziz, have a table set up on the edge of the campus with several copies of the paper International Unity. As Daniel draws closer them, Aziz gives Hughes a subtle nod. Hughes tosses his cigarette away and picks up a copy of the paper, approaching Daniel with it.
Hughes: International Unity?
Daniel: You think I'm interested in your n*zi filth?
Hughes: You gonna buy one, then?
Daniel: Of course not.
He moves to pass, and Hughes grabs him by the arm.
Hughes: Why not? I think he's an half-d*ck.
Aziz: A bloody four-by-two.
Daniel knocks the paper out of Hughes' hands.
Daniel: How dare you, you talk to me like-
Hughes punches him in the face. Aziz hits him in the stomach and he falls to the ground.
Addis (offscreen): Hey! You there! Stop that!
Hughes continues to punch Daniel as he lies on the ground. Addis comes running across the campus.
Addis: Stop!
Aziz gives Daniel a final kick, and then the two men run. Addis runs over to Daniel where he's lying bloody-faced.
Addis: Daniel, are you all right?
MI5 building. Sam hurries down a staircase with a stack of files.
Corridor. Foyle is walking towards his office as Sam approaches from the other direction.
Foyle: Morning.
Sam: Morning, sir. I got that stuff you wanted.
They walk into the office together.
Foyle: Thank you. What stuff is that?
Sam: Er, the International Unity manifesto and the report on Charles Lucas.
Foyle: Ah, right.
Sam: Supporter of Mosley, I see.
Foyle: What's it say at the top of the page?
Sam: "Most secret".
Foyle: Would you put the file back in the box and put the box on the table, please?
Sam: Yes, sir.
She brings the file box over to his desk.
Sam: Could I take the car out tomorrow, sir?
Foyle: Again?
Sam: I've got the day off.
Foyle: Back to the hospital?
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Foyle: Well, of course. Anything to worry about?
Sam heads out of the office.
Sam: No, sir, absolutely ship-shape. Tip-top condition.
She leaves.
University College. Foyle and Addis walk along a corridor together.
Addis: It's very kind of you to come.
Foyle: Not at all.
Addis: Have you managed to find out anything about these people?
Foyle: Erm, a little, yes.
She opens the door to her office.
Addis: Please come in.
Inside.
Addis: So, the International Unity Party?
Foyle: Yeah. It's run by a man called Charles Lucas. Fascist, supporter of Mosley, interned during the w*r, released a couple of years ago and now trying to reinvent himself with this new organisation.
Addis: Nothing new about what happened here. It was an antisemitic att*ck. At least, that's what it looks like.
Foyle: On a student of yours?
Addis: Yes. Very capable boy, if a touch wayward. His father is a businessman working in import-export, that sort of thing. Very wealthy. Sir David Woolf, if the name means anything to you.
Foyle: Nope. Police involved?
Addis: Well, no, that's what bothers me. The police haven't been informed. The boy is in hospital and I was the one who telephoned the father, and he was actually quite hostile. He didn't want anyone to know. He made that quite clear to me on the phone. And when I spoke to the university authorities, they were exactly the same. It was as if the att*ck had never happened.
Foyle: As far as I'm aware, these people don't make a habit of targeting university campuses.
Addis: That's exactly my point. It's almost as if they were waiting for him. And look at this. They had these with them yesterday.
She goes over and picks up one of the International Unity papers from the desk to show him.
Addis: But it's a month out-of-date. Doesn't it all seem very odd to you? It's why I wanted to ask you about it. I'm quite certain this att*ck wasn't random. I think it was deliberate.
Foreign Office. Pierce and Sir Alec get out of their car in front of the building. Sir Alec sighs.
Sir Alec: Who does this man think he is?
Pierce: Clive Ord-Smith, Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs. One of Attlee's inner circle. Had a good w*r - Special Air Services.
Sir Alec: That's not what I meant, and you know it. I do not take kindly to being dragged halfway across town.
Pierce: Quite.
Sir Alec: Bloody man getting above himself.
CAPTION: FOREIGN OFFICE, LONDON
They walk up the steps into the building.
Ord-Smith's office. Sir Alec paces impatiently while Pierce stands reading a newspaper by the window. She turns as the door opens and Clive Ord-Smith enters. He shakes hands with both of them.
Ord-Smith: Miss Pierce. Er, has anyone offered you tea?
Sir Alec: Not for me, thank you.
Ord-Smith: Security, the London Conference, four days from now.
Pierce: Yes, we have kept you fully briefed.
Ord-Smith: Yes, but in view of the increasing tensions surrounding the event, the Prime Minister has asked me to take a personal interest.
Sir Alec: Is that why you called us here?
Ord-Smith: It's only four months since the King David Hotel. 91 people k*lled, 28 of them British. Worse than that, it was a direct as*ault on this country's policy as regards Palestine.
Pierce: Much worse.
Ord-Smith: There's a real danger of something similar happening in London. You've got the Haganah, Irgun, the Stern g*ng, many t*rror1st cells hoping to make a name for themselves.
Sir Alec: Well, if you're worried, why not cancel it? You know as well as I do it's a complete waste of time. The Palestine Arabs aren't coming, nor are the Jewish Agency. And they all reject any sensible ideas before they've heard them.
Ord-Smith: No, cancelling it would send out the wrong message. It will go ahead, and your department, Sir Alec, is responsible for overall security.
Sir Alec: I am aware of that, and I would be attending to it right now if I weren't here.
There's a knock on the door.
Ord-Smith: Come.
James Griffin enters.
Ord-Smith: Ah! Griffin. Sir Alec Meyerson, Miss Pierce.
Griffin: How do you do?
Ord-Smith: James Griffin. I want him to act as a liaison between MI5 and the Foreign Office. What you know, he knows, and he keeps me informed. At the same time, if you need further resources, he has a direct line to this office. Thank you.
Pierce: Do you have any actual intelligence that the conference has been threatened?
Ord-Smith: Actual intelligence?
Pierce: Yes.
Ord-Smith: No, but there are strong indications. And the trouble is, we don't know what we're looking for. Young, old, male, female. All we know is that they're utterly ruthless and fanatical and they could already be here...
Sir Alec: Hmph.
He and Pierce take their coats to go. Griffin follows.
Robert Lucas climbs a staircase and unlocks the door to his father's office Two men are just leaving as Robert enters.
Man 1: Thank you, Mr Lucas.
Man 2: We'll get that printed for you.
Man 1: Hello, Robert.
Charles Lucas looks back as he sits down in a chair near the door.
Lucas: Ah!
Robert: Father.
Lucas: Robert.
Robert: These are the photographs you wanted from the King David Hotel.
He hands Lucas a small folder of photographs. Lucas takes the photos out.
Lucas: Thank you.
Robert: It's horrid what's happening over there.
Lucas: Hmm. Shame they're not in colour. Can't see the flames or the blood.
He gets up from his chair.
Robert: I don't understand why you'd need to see any-
Lucas: This act of Jewish terrorism has had a profound effect on this country.
He sets the photos down atop a collection of printed flyers.
Lucas: Even Churchill's condemned it, and he's a Jew-lover if ever there was one.
Robert: People are angry. But that's happening in Palestine. It's got nothing to do with what's happening here.
Lucas: D'you really think so? British soldiers are being sh*t every day in Palestine. What about their wives? What about their families, hmm? And then think of the wider picture. Housing shortages, food shortages, everyone's suffering. Who's always first in line? Illegal aliens, Jews.
Robert: But you said the Jews were no longer a problem. And after everything they've been through, don't people feel sorry for them?
Lucas: I feel sorry for them. The, the, the camps, Nazis, it was horrible. It doesn't mean we can't still use them.
Robert: You can't believe that?
Lucas: Don't tell me what I can and cannot believe. I have spent my whole life fighting for what I believe is right, and now we have an opportunity.
Robert: You want to show people those.
Lucas: There's a great deal of resentment and distrust, I'd go as far as to say hatred, being felt at street level. The Jews are associated with the black market, the way they do business is despised and, yes, Jewish terrorism. Well, we can use all that to drive people into our tent. It's politics, Robert. It's nothing more.
Woolf family home. Sam waits, pacing, by the car parked out in front.
Inside. Lady Ava and Sir David Woolf escort Foyle into the sitting room.
Sir David: It's kind of you to visit, Mr Foyle, but, um, don't see how I can help you.
Foyle: I wonder if I, er, might be able to help you?
Sir David: How, exactly?
Foyle: Well, your son.
Ava takes a seat on the sofa while the men remain standing.
Sir David: Daniel was very foolish. He became involved with two thugs and they att*cked him. I have warned him.
Foyle: You weren't concerned?
Sir David: Every Jew in London has to be careful. Don't raise your voice. Don't push in queues. Above all, don't get involved in politics. This country has given us a superb welcome, but there are always elements.
Foyle: Which is why this, perhaps, er, should be a matter for the police.
Sir David: Mr Foyle, that is for me to decide. It was a minor matter, and it is finished. So, if you don't mind...
Foyle: Of course. I'll see myself out.
He leaves.
Ava: David.
Sir David: I don't want to talk to you about this, Ava.
She stands up.
Ava: But if we're in danger...
Sir David: We are not in any danger. They're playing with us, but they won't hurt us. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.
He clasps her hand, then smiles and turns away.
Outside. Hughes and Aziz sit watching the house from a parked car.
Hughes: Take another picture.
Aziz takes a photograph as Foyle walks back towards his car.
Foyle joins Sam by the car.
Foyle: Well, their son is in hospital and they don't appear to be at all bothered.
They both get into the car.
Across the road. Hughes and Aziz continue to watch.
Hughes: Who the hell are they?
Aziz: Police.
Hughes: They don't look like it. Intelligence, maybe. Looks like the old fox is breaking cover. More fool him.
Aziz: Fox?
Hughes: Woolf. We may have to pay him another visit.
Street. Graham Barnes is walking along carrying his young son Mikey, who has a bad cough.
Barnes: Here we go, Mikey.
He takes Mikey over to where some workmen are resurfacing the road and gets him to breathe in the fumes from the tar.
Barnes: That's it. Come on, you can do it. Breathe. Breathe. Can you feel that? Get it inside you. It feels good.
An older Polish couple, Olga and Henry Kowalski, approach them.
Olga: Mr Barnes!
Barnes: He's had another att*ck. Worse this time.
Olga: Let me, please.
Barnes: They said the fumes are good for his lungs.
Olga cups Mikey's face in her hands. He coughs.
Olga: Your boy, I think he needs hospital.
Barnes: I can't take him back there again.
Olga: Buy medicine.
Barnes: Mrs Kowalski, I know you mean well, but I can't afford medicine. I haven't got any money. Here, let me take him.
He picks Mikey up again. Olga removes a ring from her finger.
Olga: Take this. It's gold! You take for money.
Barnes: I can't take that.
Olga: For Mikey, is good.
He takes the ring.
Barnes: Thank you. Thank you.
He carries Mikey away, still coughing. A car with Glenvil Harris and Adam in the back drives by the scene.
Glenvil: The mistake was making promises we couldn't keep. "Five million homes in quick time." Bevan's words.
Adam: Can't build five million houses? We haven't got the raw materials.
Glenvil: My point exactly. But if you take housing shortages and add rationing, plus everyone saying what a horrible bloody winter it's gonna be, and we can't guarantee fuel supplies, it's no wonder people are losing faith.
They pass a gatepost with painted graffiti.
Adam: "PJ".
Glenvil: "Perish Judah". Charming, don't you think?
He shakes his head.
A meeting hall in a public building. Rabbi Avraham Greenfeld enters with Sir David Woolf.
Greenfield: Will it take a while?
Sir David: I'm afraid so, yes.
Adam: Gentlemen. Good afternoon. Thank you so much for coming.
He shakes hands with the two of them.
Adam: Rabbi. Sir David.
Sir David: Good to see you.
He leads them over to meet Doctor Karen Bennett
Adam: Er, Doctor Bennett, Sir David Woolf, as you know a major employer in the constituency, and Rabbi Greenfeld. Er, Doctor Bennett has a practice here.
Greenfeld and Bennett shake hands. Adam posts Superintendent Alastair Johnstone arriving.
Adam: Ah! Superintendent Johnstone of, er, Peckham Police Station.
Johnstone: Afternoon.
Greenfeld: Afternoon.
Adam: I, er, I felt the need to call this meeting in response to this.
He gestures to a Flyer printed with the name Lucas that Glenvil is holding.
Glenvil: The International Unity Party. It's run by a man called Charles Lucas. He was interned in '41.
Sir David: And now he's back.
Glenvil: He's calling for a European government. He thinks it's the only way to avoid another w*r.
Sir David: And yet his literature is filled with hatred and intolerance.
Glenvil: That's right.
Adam: What I don't understand is why they've decided to hold their meeting in West Peckham.
Bennett: I think we can guess.
Adam: We're all aware of certain tensions within the community. The question is, how do we respond?
Sir David: I say the meeting should be banned.
Bennett: It can't be banned, can it? The man has a right to free speech, even if we loathe everything that comes out of his mouth.
Johnstone: If it was an unlawful meeting, the police could take action. But I don't see that it is.
Sir David: What if there are protestors, what if there's v*olence?
Johnstone: Well, in that unlikely event, the police would clamp down hard.
Sir David: That's exactly what he wants you to do. The community att*cks this meeting, and then the police att*ck the community.
Johnstone: We would urge people to remain calm.
Sir David: Would you remain calm when your family was being threatened? When you were being told you're not wanted?
Glenvil: Is that really the case?
Sir David: A petition sent to Parliament with 2,000 signatures urging all aliens be repatriated.
Greenfeld: That was Hampstead, not West Peckham. Not that that excuses it.
Adam: Rabbi.
Greenfeld: It's true, there has been tension here, the events in Palestine, the King David Hotel, but it's not just antisemitism. If you've been waiting for a council house for two years and that council house has been given to a foreigner, it doesn't matter if he's Jewish, Russian, whatever. It is enough that he is foreign.
Johnstone: Indeed.
Greenfeld: I have lived in this country for nine years, but even I sometimes feel I am an alien.
Adam: But would you want the meeting banned?
Greenfeld: It would make more sense, certainly, if it did not take place, but might it not be better if we spoke to Mr Lucas? He might not be aware of the situation here.
Sir David: He won't listen.
Greenfeld: We can try.
Bennett: He might see reason.
Johnstone: I agree. And, as I say, there's nothing the police can do.
Adam: Very well. I'll do what I can.
Southampton immigration office.
CAPTION: SOUTHAMPTON DOCKS
Lea Fisher is in the queue. A policeman directs her.
Policeman: Morning, madam. Go through now. Sirs?
Lea approaches an official behind the counter and gives him her passport.
Official: Purpose of your visit?
Lea: I'm here to study medicine. I've been offered a place at King Edward's College in London.
She hands him a letter.
Official: Do you have an address while you're in London?
Lea: I'm staying with friends of my family, the address is there. Avraham Greenfeld.
Official: He's a rabbi?
Lea: Yes. At the synagogue in West Peckham.
He looks at the letter for a moment, then stamps her passport.
Official: Welcome to England.
He hands her documents back and she leaves.
Foyle's office. Researcher Patricia Scott enters with a file.
Patricia: Sir David Woolf.
Foyle (offscreen): Yes.
He stands up from his desk as she comes over to give him the file.
Patricia: His parents came over from Romania at the turn of the century. He's made a fortune out of shipping. Done a lot for charity. Knighted, before the w*r. Er, found a news story that might interest you. One of his ships was blown up quite recently in Sète. It's a French port.
She hands him another document.
Foyle: Right, that's helpful. Thank you.
As she goes to leave, Valentine walks in.
Valentine: Sir David Woolf?
Foyle: Ah, eavesdropping, your specialist activity.
Valentine: Amongst other things. Let me introduce you, Foyle.
Griffin has followed him in.
Valentine: This is, er, James Griffin of the Foreign Office. He's liaising while this conference is on.
Griffin and Foyle shake hands.
Foyle: How do you do?
Griffin: How do you do, sir?
Valentine: Meyerson's waiting, come on.
Foyle: Yep.
They all head out of the office.
Griffin: I gather you're the father of Andrew Foyle?
Foyle: Yes, that's right.
Griffin: We trained at Cosford.
Foyle: Ah.
Griffin: We never met, but everybody looked up to him.
Foyle: You a pilot?
Griffin: I'm afraid not. Didn't quite make the grade. Ended up at Fighter Command. How is Andrew?
Foyle: Oh, he's very well.
Griffin: Is he still flying?
Foyle: No, he's in the City now.
Immigration office. Rabbi Greenfeld and his son Nicholas stand waiting outside the barrier as Lea leaves the counter.
Greenfeld: There she is.
He removes his hat to wave at her.
Greenfeld: Lea.
She comes over and the two of them hug.
Greenfeld: Ah! Welcome to England. I recognised you easily, you're the spitting image of your mother. This is my son, Nicholas.
Nicholas: Hello.
Lea: I've seen your photograph. My father had it in the dining room. But you were much younger.
Greenfeld: I was so sorry to hear about your father, Lea. His heart?
Lea: Yes.
Greenfeld: He was a good man. My oldest friend. We should get going. I'm afraid it's a long drive back to London.
Lea goes to pick her suitcase up from the porter's trolly. Greenfeld gestures Nicholas towards her.
Nicholas: Let me take your case.
He takes the suitcase.
Lea: Thank you.
Greenfeld: This way.
Hospital. Graham Barnes carries a coughing Mikey through the corridors.
Barnes: Come on, Mikey, not now. Let's get you home.
As Barnes sets him down, Sam comes out of a side door nearby.
Sam: Thank you, Doctor.
Doctor: You're welcome.
Mikey is coughing badly.
Sam: Is he all right?
Barnes: What does it look like? Does he look all right?
He picks him up again.
Sam: I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
Barnes: Oh, forget it, it doesn't matter.
He carries him a little further, but sets him down again as he continues coughing.
Sam: Oh... Is he staying here?
Barnes: No, I'm taking him home.
Sam: Would you like a lift? I, I've got a car outside, would that help?
Barnes: Oh... yeah.
He nods.
Sam: Come on.
Mikey keeps coughing.
Sam: Poor thing. Follow me.
Street. Sam parks by Barnes' house and the three of them get out.
Sam: Is his mother at home?
Barnes: His mother's dead. She copped it during the Blitz.
Sam: Oh, I'm sorry.
Barnes: We've got Polish neighbours who help out. One of them doesn't even speak English, but we get by.
Sam: You know, there's going to be a new National Health Service.
Barnes: Oh, and you think that, er, Mike can wait? All these politicians, it's all very nice, all their talking, but nothing ever gets done.
Sam: Mmm. Well, good luck.
Barnes: Thank you. Thanks. For the lift.
Sam: You're welcome.
As she leaves, Olga Kowalski approaches.
Olga: Mikey is all right? How is he? He good?
Barnes: No, he's not good. I pawned your ring, and they took my money and they gave me nothing. I'm sorry.
Mikey coughs some more as Barnes leads him up to the front door.
Hughes and Aziz's base of operations. Aziz walks into the room, whistling.
Hughes: Shh!
He waves the phone in his hand at Aziz, then holds it to his ear.
Hughes: Right. I understand.
He puts the phone down, and picks up a photo of Foyle from a stack of others taken outside the Woolf house.
Hughes: His name is Foyle. Senior Operative, MI5.
Aziz: So, Woolf went to the intelligence services?
Hughes: Yeah, that's what it looks like.
He opens a drawer and pulls out a p*stol.
Aziz: What are we gonna do?
Hughes: They want us to pay him a second visit.
Aziz: What about Foyle?
Hughes: They'll deal with him.
The two of them leave.
Hospital ward. Daniel, face still cut and bruised, lies in bed reading. Addis and Foyle enter and walk over to him.
Addis: Daniel.
Daniel: Doctor Addis.
Addis: Thought I'd see how you were getting on.
Daniel sits up in bed.
Addis: This is a friend of mine, Mr Foyle.
Daniel: How do you do, sir?
Foyle: How do you do? Sorry to hear about all this.
Daniel: Oh, it was nothing. Hmm. I'm much better now. Tomorrow I'm going home.
Foyle: You remember anything about the men who did it?
Daniel: Why do you ask? Are you a policeman?
Foyle: Something like that.
Daniel: I didn't see them, I can't tell you anything.
Foyle: There's every chance they may do exactly the same thing to somebody else.
Daniel: I don't wanna talk about it, and, erm, it's very nice of you to come round... but I'm feeling very tired and I, I need to get some rest.
Foyle (voiceover): His father's very wealthy, well-connected.
He and Addis walk out through the hospital.
Addis: Do you think the son was att*cked to get at his father?
They head down a set of stairs.
Foyle: Possibly. Six days ago, er, one of his ships was blown up in a French port.
Addis: A cargo ship?
Foyle: A cargo ship called the Jericho, carrying supplies to Palestine.
Addis: What sort of supplies?
Foyle: That's a very good question.
Addis: People?
Foyle: Possibly.
They reach the door to the outside and Foyle opens it.
Addis: Thank you for your involvement in all of this, but really don't feel obliged.
Foyle: No, no, no. Not at all. I mean, there's clearly something going on.
Wainwright house. Adam walks through into the kitchen reading from a file and shaking his head. Sam puts the lid back on a pot on the stove and turns to him.
Sam: What's that?
Adam: This stuff is incredible. Twenty guineas to have your tonsils removed. You've got Harley Street consultants cruising around in Rolls-Royces.
Sam: Actually, I meant to ask you about that. I met someone.
Adam: Sam!
Sam: No! I was at the hospital. It was a tram driver. His wife had been k*lled in the Blitz and he had a son who couldn't have been more than ten or eleven years old. He was in a very bad way with his breathing.
Adam: Did he get seen by a doctor?
Sam: He couldn't afford one.
Adam: Exactly.
Sam: I just wonder if we shouldn't be doing something.
Adam: We are doing something.
Sam: I know, this wonderful new heath service, and it is marvellous, but, er, by "we" I meant "we".
Adam: There was a doctor on the committee. Er, a Doctor Bennett.
As Sam moves to pick up a colander of potatoes, Adam tries to steal a piece of carrot from the chopping board and she slaps his hand.
Sam: Uh-uh!
Adam: I suppose I could ask her to take a look. But I can't promise that she'll do it for free.
Sam: Could you, Adam? We can't just sit around and do nothing.
She tips the potatoes into a saucepan.
Greenfeld house, night. Rabbi Greenfeld returns home and lets himself in. His wife Miriam walks through the hall carrying a covered dish.
Miriam: Hello.
Greenfeld: Hello, my dear.
Miriam: Just in time.
Greenfeld: Ah.
They kiss.
Nicholas's room. Swing music is playing at a low volume as he fiddles with a piece of radio equipment. He has wiring diagrams on his bedroom walls. There's a knock at the door.
Nicholas: Mmm?
Lea (offscreen): Can I come in?
Nicholas: Er, oh, yes, of course.
She takes note of all the radio equipment around the room.
Lea: Is this all yours?
Nicholas: Yes, it's my job.
She sits down by him.
Nicholas: I, I, I've always been interested in sound, and music. Er, I don't know why. I wanted to work in film, maybe one day I will.
Lea gets up again to go and look at one of the pieces of equipment.
Lea: This all looks very complicated.
Nicholas: That's a wire recorder. A Boosey & Hawkes. Er, the wire keeps breaking and it damages the heads. I'm fixing it. Magnetic tape's the coming thing, much bet-
Lea: How long have you lived in this country?
Nicholas: All my life. I was born here.
Lea: You've never been to Palestine?
Nicholas: I never thought about it.
Lea: Do you go to shul?
Nicholas: Oh, yes, of course. Er, my father would be upset if I didn't, but it doesn't really interest me.
Miriam (offscreen): Nicholas! Lea! Dinner!
Nicholas: Shall we go down?
Dining room. Greenfeld pours wine for the four of them and then picks up his glass.
Greenfeld: And... cheers. L'chaim.
Miriam: L'chaim.
Nicholas: L'chaim.
Lea: Cheers. L'chaim.
Miriam: How long are you staying with us, Lea?
Lea: I... don't know yet. It's a three-year course, but I'll get myself a room.
Miriam: Don't be ridiculous, you can stay with us.
Greenfeld: Does the university offer you accommodation?
Lea: They say they'd help.
Greenfeld: Your father never mentioned you had an interest in medicine.
Miriam: Avi! Don't interrogate the girl.
He chuckles.
Miriam: Gravy?
She passes Nicholas the gravy boat.
Miriam: Nicholas, you're going to have to show Lea the sights. She's never been to London before.
Nicholas: I'm sure she won't want to go with me.
Lea: I'd love to.
Miriam: There we are.
Nicholas: Fine.
Miriam exchanges a look with her husband and chuckles.
Woolf house, night. A car drives up outside.
Sir David's study. He's at work at his desk. Ava opens the door and leans in.
Ava: I'm going to bed.
Sir David: You go ahead. I just want to finish this.
Ava: You're working too hard.
Sir David: You always say that.
She comes over to his desk.
Ava: Listen to me, when Daniel comes home tomorrow, I want you to take the day off. You hardly see him anyway, and it will give you an opportunity to spend some time together.
Sir David: All right. Tomorrow.
He touches his lips and blows her a kiss. She turns to leave.
Ava: Don't work too long.
Sir David: Mmm.
She leaves. He pulls out a drawer and takes a book out of it. There's a revolver lying underneath. He closes the drawer again.
Local town hall. As their car drives away, Charles and Robert Lucas meet a man in front of the building.
Lucas: Ah, good evening.
Man: Good evening.
Lucas: Sorry it's so late.
Man: No problem.
Robert: Hello.
Man: Evening.
They head inside.
Man: Come in.
Lucas: Thank you. Well!
He and Robert look around the empty hall.
Lucas: What do you think?
Robert: It's a bit dowdy.
Lucas chuckles and walks up onto the raised dais at the far end.
Lucas: It'll do very well. We'll need a banner here, maybe some torches. And some men at the door. Maybe a line of them in the street.
Robert: To protect you?
Lucas: To make it look as if I need protection.
He chuckles. Robert turns away, wandering the hall.
Lucas: Robert, why do you always seem so uncomfortable?
Robert: Are you sure this speech is a good idea?
Lucas: You know how it's been for me. For three long years I was sidelined, watching this great country of ours slide into decline.
Robert: We won the w*r.
Lucas: We lost almost everything else. This is just the first step, Robert, on our way back to power.
Robert: That MP wants to see you.
Lucas: Adam Wainwright? Excellent.
Robert: He wants to dissuade you.
Lucas: Good! Means he's scared.
Woolf house, night. There's the sound of a g*nsh*t from inside the building, then a second.
Inside. Ava hurries down the stairs.
Ava: David? David?
As she runs through into his study, she sees Hughes and Aziz running from the scene. Aziz is holding a p*stol. As they leave, she sees Sir David lying slumped on the floor and lets out a gasp of shock.
MI5 building. As Foyle is about to head into the building, Sam catches up to him.
Sam: Morning!
Foyle: Morning. Everything all right?
They head inside together.
Sam: Yes, sir. Thank you. I saw the doctor, everything's fine. With me, anyway.
Foyle: What does that mean?
Sam: Well, I could afford to pay. I met this poor fellow - he's a tram driver, and his son, ten or eleven years old...
As they're about to head down a set of stairs, Pierce leans down from the staircase above.
Pierce: Mr Foyle. A word, please.
She heads back up the stairs.
Sam: Uh-oh.
She continues down while Foyle follows Pierce.
Pierce's office. Foyle follows Pierce in to find Valentine and Griffin waiting there as well.
Pierce: I understand you put in a background check on Sir David Woolf. Is that correct?
Foyle: It is.
Pierce: I'd like to know why you were at his house.
Foyle: I'd like to know how you know I was there.
Valentine: Oh, for God's sake, Foyle, I have overall responsibility for the Palestine Conference.
Foyle: Yes, I know that.
Valentine: So, is there a connection with David Woolf I should know about?
Foyle: Not as far as I'm aware.
Valentine: He's a prominent member of the Jewish community in this country, he wasn't one of the delegates, doesn't seem to be connected to any of the groups taking part - he actually spoke out against it last month. He didn't think it would do any good.
Foyle: Exactly. So I don't understand the interest.
Pierce: Sir David Woolf was m*rder*d last night.
Woolf house. There are police outside the front door. Sam and Foyle drive up and park in front. They both get out of the car.
Sam: This is like the old days, sir - dead bodies, police, grand old house.
Foyle: When everything was so very much simpler.
Inside. As Foyle walks into the hall, Superintendent Johnstone comes out.
Johnstone: Mr Foyle?
Foyle: Yes.
Johnstone: What's this got to do with the Security Service?
Foyle: I don't know yet. Forgive me, you are?
Johnstone: Superintendent Johnstone.
Foyle: How do you do?
Johnstone: Shall we?
He leads Foyle into the study, where Sir David's body still lies.
Foyle: What can you tell me?
Johnstone: Well, Lady Woolf heard two sh*ts just after eleven o'clock last night. She came running down. Found her husband, like this. She saw two men going out through the doors. They probably escaped through the garden. She's given us descriptions. One possibly Arabic.
Foyle: No one else in the house?
Johnstone: No. Just the two of them. There's a son, but he was at the hospital. And the housekeeper had the night off.
Foyle: Whose is the g*n?
Johnstone: His. Smith & Wesson .38.
Foyle: Fired?
Johnstone: No. Lady Woolf says he kept it in his desk. His wife's in the dining room if you want to speak to her.
Foyle: Mm-hmm.
Johnstone: His widow, I should say. The son's there, too. All Hebrews, by the way. Thought you might like to know.
He leaves. Foyle walks through into the dining room where Ava and Daniel are at the table.
Foyle: Lady Woolf, hello. I'm sorry. I know this is difficult. But there are one or two questions.
Daniel: I know you. You were at the hospital. You know Doctor Addis.
Foyle: I do. She thought I might have been able to help.
Daniel: Oh, well, well, you didn't. My father's dead! They said they were going to k*ll him, and they did!
Ava: Daniel!
Foyle: "They"?
Ava: You mustn't say anything!
Daniel: Mama, he's dead, it doesn't matter any more! My father was k*lled by Arab t*rrorists! He was helping people reach Palestine. His money, his ships, he thought it was his duty. Palestine for the Jews, that's what he believed, but he was threatened. Now, there were letters, he burnt them, and phone calls. "If you don't stop, we're going to hurt you. We're going to hurt your family." Why do you think I was beaten up? Those weren't fascists, they were part of it.
Foyle: Why didn't you go to the police?
Daniel: They wouldn't be able to help. What would they know.
Ava: We should have gone to them for protection.
Foyle: Why wasn't your father part of the London Conference?
Daniel: Waste of time. They're only talking so they don't have to make any decisions.
Foyle: Do you think there's anything in your father's correspondence which might be able to help?
Ava: I don't know where it is. I don't know where he kept it.
Daniel: You won't find anything. This country put him on the wrong side of the law, so that's how he behaved.
Outside. Sam is still waiting by the car. Rabbi Greenfeld pays a taxi driver and the taxi drives off. He approaches the police in front of the house.
Greenfeld: Er, please, may I, er...
Policeman: No one's allowed in, sir. It's now a crime scene.
Greenfeld: Oh, I see.
Foyle comes out of the house.
Greenfeld: Erm please, can you help me? Er, may I go in? My name is Rabbi Avraham Greenfeld, the Woolfs are part of my congregation. You're a police officer?
Foyle: Not exactly. Er, Security Service.
Greenfeld: You're investigating Sir David?
Foyle: Not at all. I'm just seeing if there's anything I can do. In fact, erm, if they're ever ready to talk, do let me know.
He gives Greenfeld his card. He nods to the policeman on duty.
Foyle: It's all right.
Greenfeld: Yes, of course. Thank you.
Foyle heads back over the car and he and Sam get in.
Charles Lucas's flat. Adam and Glenvil climb the stairs and Adam knocks.
Inside. Lucas is sitting reading a newspaper. Robert goes over to open the door.
Robert: Come in, gentlemen.
Adam: Thank you.
Lucas: Ah!
He stands as the two of them come in.
Adam: Mr Lucas. Er, my name's Adam Wainwright.
They shake hands.
Adam: As you know, I'm the MP for West Peckham. This is Glenvil Harris, my constituency chairman.
Lucas: Good afternoon. Er, this is my son, Robert, who also works as my assistant.
Robert and Adam shake hands.
Lucas: Have a seat.
He and Adam head over to sit in the armchairs.
Lucas: So... what can I do for you two gentlemen?
Adam: I'll get straight to the point. We, er, we were hoping you'd reconsider the meeting you're planning to have.
Lucas: By reconsider, I, er, assume you mean cancel?
Adam: Yes, sir.
Lucas: Tell me, Mr Wainwright, does the Labour Party no longer believe in freedom of speech?
Adam: No, we believe in that absolutely, but that's not the issue here. This is one of public safety.
Lucas: Well, I feel perfectly safe.
Adam: There are a great many immigrants in West Peckham and because of the current shortages, particularly in housing-
Lucas: Shortages which your government has done nothing to address.
Adam: Feelings are running high. There have been a number of antisemitic att*cks.
Robert: My father's not antisemitic.
Adam: No, no, I'm not suggesting that. I'm just worried an inflammatory speech could have repercussions.
Glenvil: If you start a riot, innocent people could get hurt.
Lucas: Mr Wainwright, the International Unity Party believes in a, a united Europe.
Adam: Paid for and supported by the African continent. I, I've read your literature.
Lucas: Exactly. Africa's there to be exploited economically and dominated politically. But, er, but its resources can help create a Europe that will never see w*r again.
Glenvil: So you support apartheid?
Lucas: I positively encourage it, but that's not my point. You see, Mr Wainwright, I've moved on.
He stands up.
Lucas: I've spent many years formulating my theory. And I will not allow you or anyone else to prevent me sharing it with the British public.
Adam: But that doesn't leave us much room for discussion.
Lucas: Oh, I have plenty to discuss, sir, but not, I think, with you.
Robert opens the door.
Robert: Let me show you out.
Adam and Glenvil leave and he closes the door behind them.
A residential street. Nicholas and Lea are walking along together.
Nicholas: My parents are always talking about you and your family. I'm really glad I've finally met you.
Lea: I've heard a lot about you, too.
Nicholas: Oh, this way.
Lea: I can't believe you've never been to Palestine.
Nicholas: Well, What's it like?
Lea: I don't even know how to answer that question. It's a beautiful country. Every day when I wake up, I can't believe how beautiful it is. And after everything we've been through, it's ours.
Nicholas: You live in Jerusalem?
Lea: It's an amazing city. Everyone has come from everywhere and the, the streets are so alive. Polish cafés, Russian bakeries, German cabarets...
Nicholas: English soldiers.
Lea: We live with them all the time. They're worse than the Nazis.
Nicholas stops walking.
Nicholas: Well, you can't believe that?
Lea: They k*lled my father.
Nicholas: You said he had a heart att*ck.
Lea: He did, but it was only after they arrested him. They came bursting into our house. They were looking for someone they suspected of being a t*rror1st. That's what they call people who fight back. They had the wrong house, the wrong name, but that didn't stop them. That was the last time we saw him alive. He d*ed in police custody.
Nicholas: Why haven't you told my parents that? Well, they ought to know.
Lea: Nicholas, please don't tell them. My mother didn't want anyone to know. Do you promise?
She steps closer to him. He hesitates a moment.
Nicholas: Er, promise.
She gives him a kiss on the cheek.
Lea: Now, I want to see all of London. The art galleries, the museums, all of it. Where do we start?
Nicholas: Come on.
As they walk on she takes his hand.
Conference hall. Griffin is walking through the room while Valentine stands listening to him.
Griffin: Well, obviously the delegates with their translators at the very front. The assistants behind. Press at the back. And the sound engineers in the centre.
Valentine: And there's just the one entrance from the street?
Griffin: Yes, sir. Front door, up the stairs, into the room.
They walk out into the hallway and Valentine goes over to the windows.
Valentine: We'll start with the street. I'll talk to the police. Pall Mall will be closed to the public throughout the talks. It'll be one-way traffic. Cars drop the delegates off, and then, er, continue forwards.
They walk on.
Griffin: Right.
Valentine: Nobody gets in without photographic identity cards.
They head down a staircase.
Valentine: We'll print them, we'll issue them. There'll be a security check at the front door, and another on the first floor.
Montage. Nicholas shows Lea the sights of London, including St Paul's cathedral and the Palace of Westminster. At one point he gets a camera out to take a photo of her, but she waves him off and ends up taking one of him instead. As they walk back together, they pass a newspaper vendor. Lea looks at the headline, HIGH HOPES FOR PALESTINE CONFERENCE.
MI5 building. Research department. Patricia Scott walks over to join Foyle, carrying a file.
Patricia: This is everything I can find on the Jericho.
Foyle: Mm-hmm?
Patricia: It was a 6,000-ton cargo ship, built in France. Here's the report from the DST.
Foyle: DST?
Patricia: Direction de la Surveillance du Territoire. Local intelligence.
She sits down at a desk with the file.
Foyle: Anyone k*lled?
Patricia: No, it was empty. But you might like to know it was one of three that have been att*cked in the past six months. All of them with Jewish or Jewish-American owners.
Foyle: Suspects?
Patricia: A group calling itself the Defenders of Arab Palestine.
Foyle: Who are they?
Patricia: We don't appear to know very much about them.
Foyle: Right. Is that it?
Patricia: Yes.
Foyle: Thank you.
He takes the file and leaves with it.
Foyle walks into his office.
Griffin (offscreen): Mr Foyle?
He knocks on the door.
Foyle: Yeah?
Griffin enters with a sheet of paper.
Griffin: I thought this might help you. It just came in from the Foreign Office via GC&CS. Are you still interested in that ship?
Foyle: Just talking about it.
He takes the sheet of paper.
Griffin: The captain is in London. We've got an address there. He was in France, of course, the night the Jericho went down. His name's Jack Davey.
Foyle: English?
Griffin: Half-French, I believe. Just thought it might help.
He goes to leave.
Foyle: Thank you.
Bombed-out house. Sam and Foyle park out in front. Two boys run out of the grounds and off down the street as they arrive.
Boy: Run, run. He's coming!
Foyle: Better wait in the car.
Sam: What? Why?
Foyle: Because whenever you get out, you get into trouble.
He gets out and heads towards the house. Sam sighs.
Foyle walks around a pile of rubble in front of the house. Much of the upper storey is missing.
Inside. The house is dark, but a small hole in the door allows light through. Jack Davey pulls the door open and sees Sam on the other side. He immediately points a revolver at her. She puts her hands up. Foyle comes back around the house and sees the two of them.
Foyle: What?
Davey: What d'you want?
Foyle: See what I mean?
Sam: Sorry.
Foyle: Are you Mr Davey?
Davey: I don't know you. How did you find me?
Foyle: The g*n really isn't necessary, we're from the Security Service. We'd like to ask you about the Jericho.
Davey: What d'you wanna know?
Foyle: Would it be possible to talk inside?
Sam: And without you pointing that g*n?
Davey jerks his head for them to come inside. He lowers the g*n and Sam puts her hands down. She and Foyle follow Davey into the ruined house and down a staircase.
Davey: The Jericho had been kitted out to carry 800 passengers to Haifa. It was in the port of Sète, crew of thirteen. I was there, I saw it happen.
He leads them into a furnished basement room with a fire burning in the fireplace. He sets the g*n down on the mantelpiece.
Foyle: So, erm, nobody k*lled?
Davey: We were lucky. One of the boys had a birthday, we were out boozing.
Foyle: David Woolf. Sir David Woolf, did you know him?
Davey: Of course. Why do you think I'm here? I came to see him. He was my boss. He owed me money.
Sam: He's dead.
Foyle watches Davey silently for a moment.
Davey: I didn't k*ll him. But I know who did. The Defenders of Arab Palestine. Same bastards who blew up the ship. And they'd k*ll me if they knew where I was.
Foyle: Why?
Davey: Because I was part of it. I was trying to help. You've got to understand, these people are fanatics. They don't care what they do if it'll hurt the Jewish cause. And they're here, in London.
Foyle: How d'you know that?
Davey: Sir David told me. He knew them. He even knew where they were staying.
MI5 building. Foyle follows Griffin through to Pierce's office. Griffin knocks.
Pierce (offscreen): Yes?
They go in.
Pierce: Oh, Mr Foyle.
Foyle: Yes.
They walk in and close the door behind them. Valentine is inside already.
Foyle: There's a man here in London, identified by Sir David Woolf, evidently, who is apparently a senior member of a t*rror1st organisation, the Defenders of Arab Palestine.
Pierce: Who is this man?
Foyle: Er, well, the name he's using, the name I've been given, is Amin Al Arif. He has a suite at the Royal Imperial Mayfair.
Pierce: Have you had him checked out?
Foyle: Well, I've put in a request for whatever we've got. There's nothing back yet, of course. According to the hotel, he seldom leaves his rooms and is guarded day and night.
Valentine: We should talk to him.
Foyle: Well, thought we might at least wait for the information.
Valentine: I don't think we can wait. We're two days away from the start of the conference. Delegates are already arriving.
Griffin: I have to say I agree with Valentine. Whitehall's getting very nervous about this.
Pierce: I think we should at least talk to him, find out who or what he is. So, let's get over there now, hmm?
Amin Al Arif's hotel suite. The telephone rings. A group of men are talking while Amin Al Arif works at his desk. One of his bodyguards answers the phone.
Bodyguard (subtitled): Yes.
Man on Phone (subtitled): You have to leave at once.
Bodyguard (subtitled): Who is this?
Al Arif looks up from his work.
Man on Phone (subtitled): Men are coming to k*ll you all.
Bodyguard (subtitled): Who are they?
Man on Phone (subtitled): Jewish t*rrorists.
The bodyguard puts the phone down.
Al Arif (subtitled): Who was that?
Bodyguard (subtitled): Excellency we must leave at once!
He gestures to the other men as Al Arif stands.
Bodyguard: Yalla! Imshi!
The group all head out of the suite together.
Hotel lobby. Valentine, Foyle and a group of agents head through the reception area and towards the stairs.
Valentine: They're on the first floor.
First floor. Al Arif and his group reach the top of the stairs.
Bodyguard 2 (subtitled): They're here!
He shoves a man out of his way as he draws a g*n. There are screams and panicked shouts from other hotel guests. The MI5 agents all draw their weapons as well, and the two groups come to a standoff on the stairs.
Valentine: Wait! Put your g*ns down.
Nobody moves.
Valentine: I said, put your weapons down. Who are you?
Bodyguard: Who are you? I want to see your papers. Show me your papers.
Valentine: Everyone put down your g*ns.
Bodyguard: Show me!
Foyle holds hup his ID.
Foyle: We're with the Security Service. We're not here to pick a fight.
Valentine: (I'll handle this.)
Foyle: We simply want to talk to Mr Amin Al Arif about a security issue.
Al Arif: I am Amin Al Arif.
He addresses his entourage in Arabic as he comes forward.
Foyle: Do you have any passport or any other-
Valentine: Or any paper that would identify you?
Al Arif gestures to his bodyguard, who comes forward and hands Valentine some papers.
Valentine: (He's not a bloody t*rror1st, Foyle. He's an advisor to King Abdul of Saudi Arabia. That's quite a situation you've got us into.)
He smiles at Al Arif and steps forward.
Valentine: I'm extremely sorry. I can't imagine how this has happened...
Sir Alec's office. Foyle and Valentine stand Ord-Smith while Sir Alec watches from the sidelines.
Ord-Smith: Well, words fail me. I just don't understand how this could have occurred. Amin Al Arif is here at the personal behest of King Abdul himself. Didn't you know who he was?
Valentine: He's not part of the conference.
Ord-Smith: He's an independent observer, but it makes no difference. Treating him as a common criminal is hardly likely to promote Anglo-Arab understanding.
Pierce enters the room to join them.
Ord-Smith: Added to which, at a time of extreme tension both in and out of the country, you almost managed to instigate a gunfight in a five-star hotel. There were innocent bystanders there! People could have been k*lled!
Valentine: Nobody was k*lled.
Ord-Smith: That's not the point!
Valentine: We've spoken to Al Arif's bodyguards. Minutes before we arrived, they received an anonymous telephone call warning them that we were on our way. They were told that we were Irgun, Zionists, and that we posed a thr*at.
Ord-Smith: And who made this call?
Valentine: We don't know.
Ord-Smith: Well, however you look at it, it was an ill-judged exercise that could have scuppered the entire conference. And what I want to know is, who's going to take responsibility?
Pierce and Valentine exchange glances with Sir Alec.
Foyle: I do. I was given false information, no idea why. I acted too quickly.
Valentine: Hold on!
Pierce: Mr Ord-Smith, I can assure you Foyle is not the sort of man to make mistakes.
Ord-Smith: Well, this time he did.
Sir Alec: No harm done.
Ord-Smith: A great deal of harm done. I'm beginning to wonder if security for the conference shouldn't be removed from this department. And the PM agrees.
Sir Alec: I would be very disappointed if you made that decision.
Ord-Smith: Well, you may have left me no choice.
Pierce: What is it you want?
Ord-Smith: It's now what I want, Miss Pierce, it's what will satisfy the Prime Minister. He wants a resignation.
Sir Alec: Mine?
Ord-Smith: No, of course not.
Foyle: Mine? That be enough?
Ord-Smith: Yes. I do think this is a resignation issue.
Foyle: Not at all a problem. You're very welcome.
He turns to leave without hesitation.
Pierce: Foyle!
Valentine: Wait a minute!
Foyle: No, no.
Valentine: Er, you wanted to hold back.
Foyle: My source, my case, my decision. Anything else?
Ord-Smith: I don't think so.
Foyle: Thank you.
He leaves. Valentine mouths, "I'll go," to Pierce and follows him out.
Corridor. Valentine walks up to Foyle's office and looks through the open door.
Valentine: Foyle. What are you doing? You can't resign.
Foyle: Well, you've changed your tune.
Valentine: I may well have done. We were set up, you do know that, don't you?
Foyle: Yep, seems likely.
Valentine: No, by whom? What do they want?
Foyle: Sorry, can't help you. No longer work here. Bye!
He puts his hat on and walks out.
Sir Alec (voiceover): I have to tell you, Mr Ord-Smith...
He, Pierce and Ord-Smith are still in the office.
Sir Alec: I do not appreciate the Foreign Office meddling in our internal affairs.
Ord-Smith: I didn't fire him, he resigned.
Sir Alec: You didn't leave him much choice.
Pierce: Well, he won't go quietly.
Ord-Smith: I expect you to keep an eye on him, and to keep me informed.
Pierce: As you wish.
Ord-Smith: I don't know why we're wasting time discussing a minor operative, an ex-policeman. Let's keep our eye on the ball, shall we?
He leaves.
Kowalski house. Barnes knocks on the door and Olga answers.
Olga: Ah.
Barnes: Mrs Kowalski, I hate to ask you again, but I was wondering if you could look after Michael tomorrow night.
Olga: Mikey! Of course.
Barnes: I can bring him to over to yours if that's easier? About six o'clock?
Olga: Where will you be?
Barnes: Oh, I'm going to a meeting.
He holds up a leaflet for Lucas's meeting.
Olga: Oh, politics, not for me.
Barnes: Oh, well, somebody's got to do something. The whole country's in a bloody mess. Perhaps these people have got the answer.
Olga: Politics was all the problem the last time.
Barnes: Yeah... Well, I'll only be a couple of hours.
He turns to go.
Olga: Mikey is all right?
Barnes: I don't know. He's not coughing as much.
A man brushes past him.
Man: Excuse me.
Barnes: Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Bombed-out house. Sam and Foyle park in front.
Foyle: Where are you going to stay while I take a look?
Sam: In the car, sir.
Foyle: Correct.
He gets out.
Inside. Foyle descends the steps to the basement room.
Outside. Sam sits waiting in the car.
Foyle (offscreen): Sam!
She gets out. Foyle heads back into the house.
Basement room. Foyle retrieves a scrap of paper from the fireplace. Sam walks in to join him.
Sam: There's no furniture upstairs, no beds, nothing.
Foyle: Well, he wasn't living here.
Sam: Then what was he doing?
She looks at the scrap of paper he's holding, a partially b*rned photo of the two of them.
Sam: Oh. That's us, sir.
Foyle: Well, yes. And what's he doing with a photograph of us outside the Woolfs' house?
Sam: Oh!
Street, night. Lea Fisher gets out of a taxi, holding a map. She heads up a set of stairs and into the upper floor of a building.
Levy (offscreen): Over here.
Lea: Mr Levy?
Levy (offscreen): Yes.
Lea: I am Lea Fisher.
Levy: The instructions are in the package. Set it twelve hours before. This is very important. Twelve hours. Do you understand?
Lea: I understand.
Levy: Good.
University College. Addis walks into a lounge where Foyle stands waiting.
Addis: I've checked with the porter. The room's ready. I've booked you in as visiting lecturer.
Foyle: Thank you. Lecturing in what?
Addis: Politics and Irregular Warfare by the sound of it.
Foyle: I see.
Addis: You are all right?
Foyle: Well, yes, of course. As I said on the phone, erm, my place is bound to be being watched after what's just happened, and, er, calls monitored, etc., etc., so I'm very grateful.
Addis: This is all my fault, isn't it?
Foyle: No, no. Not at all.
Addis: Can I, er, get you a drink or something to eat?
Foyle: No, really. No, thank you.
Addis: I'll show you the room.
Foyle: Right.
He picks up a suitcase and follows her out.
Addis leads Foyle up a staircase.
Addis: There's a telephone down the hallway there if you need it.
She switches the light on in a small student-type bedroom, and then the bedside lamp as well.
Addis: At least you can be sure of no one listening in.
She pulls the curtains closed as Foyle sets his suitcase on the bed.
Addis: What do you think?
Foyle: Perfect.
Addis: Sure it's all right?
Foyle: Of course.
He opens his suitcase as she goes over to a drawer and gets a towel out to hang up.
Foyle: How's your French?
Addis: Fair to middling.
Foyle: Well, that'd be a lot better than mine. Erm, I thought this might interest you.
He opens a file folder tucked into his suitcase.
Addis: What is it?
Foyle: It's a report by the Direction de la Surveillance du Territoire of the sinking of Sir David Woolf's ship, the Jericho. It'd be helpful to have a firm idea of what it's saying.
Addis: Should you have this?
Foyle: Nope. And I ought to point out that neither should you.
Addis: When do you want it?
Foyle: As soon as you like.
Addis: I'll have it for you tomorrow.
Foyle: Thank you.
Addis: Have a good evening.
Foyle: And you. Goodnight.
Addis: Good night.
She leaves. On the stairs she pauses for a moment, looking upwards before continuing on down.
Greenfeld house, night. Lea walks back to the house with a backpack over her shoulder, and lets herself in. She hurries up the stairs to her room, closing the door behind her. She leans back against and breathes heavily for a moment.
Daylight. Sam drives along with Doctor Bennett in the car.
Sam: This is very good of you, Doctor Bennett.
Bennett: Call me Karen, please. Tell me about this child, Michael. Mikey.
Sam: I don't know much about him, really. Erm, I met him on one of my hospital visits.
Bennett eyes her for a moment. They drive round the corner onto Barnes' street.
Bennett: When are you due?
Sam: What? How did you know?
Bennett: Oh, come on, dear.
Sam: Six months.
She parks the car and they both get out.
Bennett: I rather like your husband. At least he means well.
Sam: This is it.
She points up at the house.
Bennett: That's more than you can say for most politicians. The boy - coughing, temperature, watery eyes, sounds like whooping cough, probably second stage. You say he's been in hospital?
Sam: Three weeks. He was in the adult ward and his father wasn't even allowed to see him.
Bennett: Oh, nothing unusual about that. Did he try one of the voluntary hospitals?
Sam: Couldn't get in.
Bennett: Nothing unusual about that, either. Half of them are going bust.
Sam: I hope he's in.
She knocks.
Kitchen. Bennett is just taking her stethoscope off after listening to Mikey's chest, while Barnes stands watching.
Barnes: Oi.
He jerks his head at Mikey, who gets up to leave the room, passing Sam in the doorway.
Bennett: It's as I thought, Mr Barnes. Your son has a serious infection in his respiratory system. What did they do for him at the hospital?
Barnes: Nothing very much. They just said he needed a good rest in bed.
Bennett: No, that's what they always say. Bed rest is cheaper. Has he had any medicine?
Barnes: This.
He hands her a bottle.
Bennett: Where did you get this?
Barnes: I bought it. There's a doctor down the road.
She opens it and sniffs the contents.
Bennett: Oh, this is useless. Milk of magnesia with peppermint extract. If your son had a mild stomach complaint it might help.
Barnes: I hold him over the tar when they're doing the road. The doctor said that would help.
Bennett: It won't. What your son needs is penicillin, probably streptomycin. He needs it now.
Barnes: I can't afford it, I'm not working. I have to stay here and look after him.
Bennett: You don't have to pay. It's free. I belong to a local insurance scheme. There's a community fund. I will draw on that.
Barnes: Really?
Bennett: Absolutely.
Barnes: Thank you.
He shakes her hand. She and Sam go to leave and Barnes sees them out.
Barnes: Why are you doing this for me?
Sam: I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for your son. And it's not me, it's her.
Outside. Sam and Bennett leave the house together;.
Sam: I'll drive you home.
Bennett: It's all right, I can walk.
Sam: Will this be enough to cover it, do you think, the medicine?
She gets her purse out of her bag and gives Bennett some money, glancing back towards the house.
Bennett: Oh! It's ample. This is very generous of you, Mrs Wainwright.
Sam: I just feel so lucky that I'm being looked after. That I can afford it, I mean.
Bennett: One day it'll be different.
Sam: I'll say.
Bennett: You don't need to worry about them. I'll keep an eye on them from now on.
Sam: Thank you.
Bennett walks on and Sam goes back to the car.
University College. Foyle and Addis walk up a staircase together.
Addis: I've translated all the relevant pages you gave me.
Foyle: Mm-hmm.
Addis: The French suspect the involvement of an organisation called the Defenders of Arab Palestine. I found a couple of things that might interest you.
Library. Addis shows Foyle a couple of pages from the file.
Addis: There were two limpet mines attached to the Jericho, but in fact, only one of them went off. The French recovered the other one and... look.
She sets a page down on the table for him to read.
Foyle: The second one included four-and-a-half pounds of expl*sives and detonators and aniseed balls...
Addis: Yes, boules d'anis - aniseed balls. Could that be right?
Foyle: Yes, it is right. The British used them as fuses. They dissolved in water and created a time delay.
Addis: Are you saying these bombs were made by the British?
Foyle: It looks possible.
Addis: And there's this.
She picks up a half-b*rned page of Arabic writing.
Addis: It's propaganda, supposedly put out by the Defenders of Arab Palestine. Copies were found floating in the harbour at Sète. Now, my Arabic is good enough to know that there are spelling mistakes in there. Even their own name.
Foyle nods.
Local town hall, night. A taxi pulls up outside and Lucas gets out.
Robert: I'll get it.
Lucas leaves him to pay the driver and walks towards the hall. Superintendent Johnstone and uniformed constable are outside the front gate.
Johnstone: Mr Lucas.
Lucas: Good evening, Superintendent. I hope you're not going to tell me I can't go in.
People are heading into the hall behind them.
Johnstone: Not at all, sir. We're just here to keep the peace. Between you and me, I've always been a great believer. I'm tired of watching this country go to the dogs because of all the bloody foreigners. Kick 'em back where they came from, that's what I say. I hope your speech goes well, sir.
Lucas: Thank you.
Man (offscreen): Country's gone to the dogs!
Man: Evening. Good turnout, then?
Greenfeld house. Lea and the family are eating together at the table.
Greenfeld: Did you manage to see much of London?
Lea: Nicholas showed me everything. We went to Trafalgar Square, Downing Street, the British Museum.
Nicholas: Oh, it's just a tiny part.
Lea: I had a lovely time.
Greenfeld: When does your course begin, Lea?
Lea: I haven't been accepted yet. I have to sit an exam.
Greenfeld: I thought it was all arranged before you left?
Lea: So did I, but now they say there's an exam.
She turns to Nicholas.
Lea: We can go out again tomorrow, if you like.
Nicholas: No, I told you I'm working tomorrow. Sorry.
Lea: Yes. Of course.
The clock on the mantelpiece chimes ten o'clock.
Lea: Please excuse me, I have a terrible headache.
Greenfeld: Of course.
He stands up as Lea hurries from the room. She shuts the door behind her and he shrugs before sitting back down.
Upstairs. Lea hurries into Nicholas's room and turns the light on as the clocks continue chiming. There's the sound of a mechanism being wound up.
Staircase. Miriam climbs the stairs. She sees Lea go across into her own room and shut the door. Miriam turns and heads back down.
Lucas (voiceover): And another thing.
The crowd in the hall applaud as he makes his speech, pacing.
Lucas: There's no food in the shops.
There are shouts of agreement.
Lucas: Bread, rationed. Ha! No meat, no fruit, no housing! Nine families queuing up for one council house and it might be months before they can move in.
Graham Barnes stands in the crowd, listening more solemnly amid the rowdy group.
Lucas: We still have soldiers in Germany, and in Palestine!
Cheering and applause. Robert looks across at his father from the sidelines.
Lucas: Our husbands... Our husbands and our brothers stuck in hellholes that have nothing to do with them, and who's paying for it?
Woman (offscreen): Too right!
Lucas: Well, I'll tell you who's paying for it. We are!
Another roar of agreement. Barnes looks around at the others around him. Superintendent Johnstone, standing at the back, smiles and nods to his constable before they both turn to leave.
Lucas: Sometimes... Sometimes I think you might be forgiven for wondering if we actually won the w*r.
Laughter from the crowd.
Lucas: When I look out onto our streets, I see a third-rate country. Third-rate education, third-rate health-
Man (offscreen): Hear, hear!
Lucas: And a third-rate government that's going nowhere!
Man: We're not third-rate!
Lucas: No, sir!
Man (offscreen): Yeah! Too bloody right.
Lucas: No. And my party, my ideas can make Britain great again. "How?" you ask. Well, I'll tell you how. The answer, ladies and gentlemen, lies in a European government, with a European parliament and Britain at the very centre of a new European alliance!
Man: We're not gonna unite with the Jerries!
Man (offscreen): Or the Eyeties.
Man: Europe's not gonna help us!
Lucas: Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no, that's not what I mean. What I'm talking about...
He looks over at Robert for a moment.
Lucas: Is a Europe without Jews.
There's a cheer from the crowd. Robert steps forward.
Robert: Father...
Lucas: It's all right.
Robert: But you said.
Lucas: A Europe without Poles, and Czechs, and Sheenies, and the Irish, and the Gypsies, and all of them!
Barnes looks around at the cheering and applauding crowd.
Lucas: All of them who've stolen our jobs, our homes and our opportunities. Who do you think controls the black market, eh?
Man (offscreen): They do!
Lucas: Who is it, who is it who's sucking money out of your pockets to make themselves rich? It was the Jews and international business who started this w*r, and they're the only ones who've benefited from it.
Man (offscreen): Yes!
Lucas: So who's with me, eh?
Woman: I am!
There are shouts of agreement from the crowd.
Woman: Yes.
Lucas: Who's gonna follow me out onto the streets? Who's gonna say with me, "Britain for the British"? Come on!
They cheer and applaud.
Lucas: Let's take back our streets. Let's take back our country!
He makes his way down through the crowd, turning back towards Robert.
Lucas: Coming?
Robert (offscreen): No!
Lucas: Coward!
Members of the crowd pat him on the back as he passes through. They start to chant as they follow him out.
Mob: Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
They keep on chanting as they leave, Robert left behind alone on the stage.
Outside. The mob leave the town hall, a couple of them now carrying flaming torches.
Lucas: Follow me!
He marches off along the street and they follow. Across the road, Superintendent Johnstone is on the phone in a phone box.
Johnstone: No, sir, I don't think it's a very serious disturbance. It's just a few of the locals letting off steam. Probably we should, er, just leave them alone, sir. Very good.
He hangs up.
Lucas (offscreen): Get them out!
The mob cheer. Johnstone stands calmly smoking a cigarette as they pass, then leaves the phone box.
Wainwright house. Adam is on the phone in the hallway.
Adam: Yes, thank you.
Sam moves towards him as he hangs up.
Sam: What is it?
He grabs his coat
Adam: There are people on the streets. They're smashing up shops.
Sam: What?
Adam: It's because of the meeting.
Sam: I'm coming too.
She follows him out of the front door.
Street. Lucas leads the chanting mob along. More of them have torches now.
Sam and Adam approach in their car.
Adam: Stop the car. Stop the car!
Sam: Adam.
She stops and Adam opens the door to stand up.
Sam: Adam. Adam!
Adam: What do you think you're doing?
Lucas: Come on!
Adam: Mr Lucas-
Lucas: Freedom of speech!
The group march past their car.
Adam: This won't solve anything! What are you doing? Stop!
Mob: Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
Adam: Stop that!
The crowd keep on chanting, ignoring him as they pass.
Sam: Get back in the car!
Adam gets back in and shuts the door.
Mob: Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
Lucas gestures for them to follow him.
Mob: Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
They climb over a low wall, one of the men carrying a pot of red paint.
Car.
Adam: Go, go, go!
Sam drives away.
The man with the paint writes "PJ" on a pillar.
Mob: Jews out! Jews out! Jews out! Jews out! Jews out!
Kowalski house. Henry opens the door to the bedroom to check on Mikey. He's sleeping peacefully, and after a moment Henry leaves.
In another room, Olga is sitting writing at a table. Henry comes in and they exchange a few words in Polish.
Jewish bakery. The mob pass by.
Man: Filthy Yids!
Man: Get out of our country!
One of the men throws a rock through a window.
Kowalski house. Olga hears the sound of shattering glass and exclaims something in Polish. She and Henry look out of the window, and see the mob approaching with their torches.
Man: There, lads!
Man: Get out!
He throws a Molotov cocktail through their window, and the room bursts into flame.
Street. Barnes is walking back home in the dark. He hears a fire engine bell in the distance.
Kowalski house. Smoke is rising between the floorboards under Mikey's bed as the room below burns. He sleeps on, oblivious.
Street. Barnes stops walking. The fire engine bell is closer now. He runs towards the house, where firemen are spraying water onto the building.
Barnes: Mikey!
A policeman tries to block his way.
Policeman: Sir! Sir, you can't go through!
Barnes: I have to! My son's in there!
Policeman: Is that your house?
Barnes: No, it's my neighbours', but they've got my boy!
A fireman intercepts him as he runs forward.
Fireman: Are you the father?
Barnes: What?
Fireman: We managed to get him out.
He points Barnes towards an ambulance behind him.
Barnes: Mikey!
He runs over to where Mikey is sitting wrapped in a blanket.
Barnes: Thank God.
He picks Mikey up in a hug.
Sam and Adam drive towards the scene.
Barnes: What about the Kowalskis? Husband and wife, they live here.
The fireman shakes his head. Adam and Sam get out of the car.
Sam: Mr Barnes!
Barnes: What's going on? What's wrong with everyone? They were Polish, they weren't Jewish! They were just an old couple doing no one any harm! What do these people want?
Wainwright house. Sam and Adam return home and walk through into the kitchen.
Sam: I don't suppose there's much point going to bed now, is there? I'll make some tea.
Adam: I could have prevented it.
Sam: How?
Adam: We should have banned the meeting. We had the chance.
Sam: I don't know, Adam. If we start banning things, is that really the answer?
Adam: Two people d*ed.
Sam: It wasn't your fault. The police should have been there.
Adam: That Superintendent, Johnstone.
He sits down at the table.
Adam: It was almost as if he was on their side. He did nothing. And what sort of an MP am I if we're gonna have riots in my own constituency?
Sam: You did the right thing. Lucas lied. It wasn't a meeting and it wasn't a rally. He just wanted to get people upset and angry.
Adam: I let him do it.
Sam: Well, yes. You talked to him, he just didn't listen.
Adam: I don't know, Sam. Fighting, fascism, antisemitism - you'd have thought people would have had enough of that.
Sam: Well, that's why it's so important that you do what you do.
She comes over and kisses him on the top of the head and they embrace.
Lucas's flat. Robert walks in.
Robert: Father.
Lucas is sitting looking at newspaper headlines about the riots.
Lucas: Have you read these?
Robert: I'm leaving. I don't want to be part of it any more.
Lucas: What on Earth are you talking about?
Robert: That speech you made. You promised you weren't going to start anything, but you did. You did it deliberately and people d*ed.
Lucas: Two people, and they weren't even British.
Robert: You can't say that! That can't be what you mean.
Lucas: I'm sorry, Robert. It's not what I intended to happen. Is that what's made you change your mind?
Robert: No! I didn't agree with you, not ever.
Lucas: You never said this before.
Robert: I have said it. You never listened.
Lucas: All right, then. Leave, if you really want to. Get out. Do you think I need you? Just go.
Robert turns to walk out. Lucas turns at the sound of the door opening.
Lucas: Robert...
Robert slams the door behind him as he leaves.
Conference venue. Policemen are on duty outside the entrance as Griffin heads in.
CAPTION: PALESTINE CONFERENCE, DAY ONE
Lobby. Valentine comes down the staircase meet Griffin as he arrived.
Griffin: Morning, morning.
Valentine: Good, you're here.
He shakes Griffin's hand and turns to a group of police and security staff gathered at the foot of the stairs.
Valentine: Right, pay attention. Everyone will be carrying passes which have already been issued. You'll find the names on these lists - British Government, Civil Service, Arab League, Agudath Israeli World Organisations, journalists, technical staff. If the face doesn't match the photograph, if the name isn't on the list, they don't come in. Up, James.
He gestures for Griffin to follow him back up the stairs. One of the staff lays out the lists on a table.
Greenfeld house. Nicholas and Lea comes out of the front door carrying some of his sound equipment.
Lea: What time does the recording start?
Nicholas: Ten o'clock. Oh, that'll go in the back.
She puts the box she's holding in the back of his car while Nicholas secures another one with a rope.
Lea: I'll get the next one.
Nicholas: Thank you.
Inside. Lea climbs the stairs to Nicholas's room and picks up the wire recorder.
Outside. As Lea comes out with the wire recorder, Nicholas comes over to take it.
Nicholas: Let me.
Lea: Thank you.
She holds the car door for him and watches as he sets it down in the back.
Nicholas: I'll see you later, then.
Lea: Yes.
Nicholas: I'm really glad you came to stay, Lea. I've never met anyone like you before.
She's silent for a moment, not meeting his eyes.
Nicholas: Bye, then.
He moves to get into the car.
Lea: Nicholas.
She gives him a kiss before he goes. Miriam watches them from the window, then lets the curtain fall back and moves away. Lea stands on the pavement watching as Nicholas drives away.
Foyle (voiceover): You're sure you're happy to do this?
He and Sam are walking towards the MI5 building.
Sam: Absolutely, sir.
Foyle: I'll wait here, then. Thank you.
Sam heads on towards the building.
Greenfeld house. Miriam carries a teapot through the hall to the kitchen. Lea, carrying her suitcase, watches from the top of the stairs, then hurries down once Miriam is gone and she hears the kettle boiling. She heads out of the house.
MI5 building. Sam comes out of a door at the top of a staircase carrying a stack of files. She looks at the top one as she heads down the stairs.
Pierce: Ah, Mrs Wainwright!
Sam hugs the files against her chest as she meets Pierce at the bend in the stairs, and hurries on past.
Pierce: What have you got there?
Sam: Nothing.
She tries to continue down the stairs.
Pierce: You've just been to Records. May I?
She holds her hands out for the files, and Sam comes back and hands them over. Pierce opens the topmost.
Pierce: These are the names and personal details of senior officers serving in the L Section of the Special Air Service during the w*r. Clive Ord-Smith was their commanding officer, as I recall. If I had reason to believe you were taking these out of the building, if you were intending, for example, handing them over to Mr Foyle, that would be a very serious matter. Do you understand?
Sam: Yes, Miss Pierce.
Pierce: Lucky we didn't meet, then.
She hands the files back, and gives Sam a small nod. Sam nods in return, and leaves with the files.
Greenfeld house. Miriam walks into dining room and sets the teapot down at the table, where Rabbi Greenfeld sits reading a newspaper.
Miriam: There's more tea.
Greenfeld: Hmm. What's the matter?
Miriam: It's Lea. Ever since she came, there's something... ah.
Greenfeld: What?
Miriam: She hasn't applied to King Edward's College. I called them. They haven't even heard of her. And her father, he didn't just die of a heart att*ck. He was in British custody.
Greenfeld: How do you know?
Miriam: Nicholas told me. And I think she was in his room.
Greenfeld: In Nicholas' room?
Miriam: What was she doing there?
Staircase. The two of them head up to Lea's room together. Miriam knocks and they walk in and look around.
Greenfeld: No suitcase.
Miriam: No clothes.
Rabbi Greenfeld checks inside a drawer.
Greenfeld: She's gone.
Miriam: She can't have!
Greenfeld: I think we need help.
MI5 building. Sam emerges from another staircase with the files.
Secretary (offscreen): I'll send the second set of files upstairs.
Sam passes a secretary talking with a man at her desk.
Man: Could you?
Secretary: And these as well?
Man: Yes, thank you.
Sam picks up a leather document case while the secretary is distracted, and heads through into Foyle's office. She sets the case down on the desk to put the files in, but then the phone in the office rings. She answers it, keeping an eye out through the open door.
Sam: Mr Foyle's office.
Outside. Sam drives around the corner of the building and Foyle walks over to get into the car.
Later. The two of them are driving along.
Sam: He said his name was Greenfeld and he met you at Sir David Woolf's house.
Foyle: Yeah, I remember.
Sam: He said it was urgent and he sounded very worried.
Foyle: Well, we'll stop on the way.
Greenfeld house. Sam and Foyle stand in the front room with the Greenfelds.
Greenfeld: Mr Foyle, I don't want to get this young woman in trouble. There may be some perfectly innocent explanation, but... I remembered meeting you and I didn't want to call the police.
Foyle: What would you like me to do?
Greenfeld: Find her.
Miriam: Maybe Nicholas knows something. Maybe he knows where she is.
Foyle: Nicholas is?
Greenfeld: Our son.
Foyle: And where's Nicholas?
Greenfeld: He's working today. He's a sound engineer. He's at this big London Conference.
Foyle exchanges a look with Sam.
Conference hall. Nicholas is directing two other men setting up sound equipment in the centre, while two other men set up a film camera.
Nicholas: That one over there, that one that side and that one over there. Yep, perfect.
He puts his headphones on and sits down in front of his equipment. The wire recorder is sitting in front of him.
Nicholas: Can you get the cables cleared away from inside that as well? Great.
He plugs cables in and starts adjusting knobs.
Outside. A pair of protesters stand in front of the building with signs as people are heading in.
Protester: Justice for the Jewish people. Justice!
Inside. People are beginning to take their seats in the conference hall.
Sam (voiceover): When does the conference start?
She and Foyle are driving through the streets at speed.
Foyle: Ten o'clock.
Sam: Lucky I did the Fast Driving course at the MTC.
She screeches around a corner, swerving to narrowly avoid a car coming the other way.
Foyle: (sh*t!) Did you pass?
Sam: Second time.
They park outside the conference venue and hurry up the steps and into the lobby. The security team are checking people's passes.
Man: Yeah, yeah, sure.
Foyle heads towards the stairs and one of the MI5 security staff moves to intercept him.
Agent: Excuse me, sir, would you stop right there?
Foyle and Sam come to a halt.
Foyle: Security Service.
Agent: Do you have your conference pass?
Foyle: Er, no, I don't. It's very urgent. Need to speak to a Mr Valentine, head of security here.
Agent: I don't know a Mr Valentine.
Sam: You must know him. He's in charge.
Agent: I'm afraid I can't let you through, sir, not without a pass.
Foyle: I understand.
He turns away and subtly jerks his head to gesture Sam in the direction of the stairs.
Foyle: If you take a look at your list here...
As he leads the agent towards the lists on the nearby table, Sam sprints up the stairs.
Agent: Miss!
Policeman: Oi!
The two of them chase after her.
Agent: Miss!
Policeman: Oi, you can't go up there! Come here!
Sam dashes on up the staircase.
Agent: Stop her!
Sam reaches another reception aware at the top and the men there grab her to stop her.
Sam: Let me through to Mr Valentine! No, I have to, you don't understand!
Griffin comes down another staircase into the room.
Valentine (offscreen): Sam?
She rushes towards him as he comes through another door.
Sam: Mr Valentine. You have to find a Nicholas Greenfeld. He's a sound engineer. We think he might be carrying something. There was a girl, Lea Fisher. She was seen putting boxes into his car.
Valentine hurries away.
Conference hall. Nicholas is still setting up, fiddling with the piece of equipment that Lea carried for him. He glances up at the clock on the wall, only minutes away from ten.
Staircase. Valentine and Griffin run up the stairs, Valentine pushing past another man in his hurry.
Valentine: Excuse me.
They hurry through into the conference hall. Valentine gestures for Griffin to follow him.
In the centre, Nicholas is having trouble with his equipment. He takes his headphones off and stands up. Valentine approaches him.
Valentine: Nicholas Greenfeld?
Nicholas: Yes.
He's in the process of adjusting some of the knobs on his equipment.
Valentine: Don't touch anything. Is all this equipment yours?
Nicholas: Yes.
Valentine: Has anyone else had access to it?
Nicholas: Why?
Valentine: Just answer the question.
Nicholas: Er, I don't think... Yes. The wire recor-
He moves towards it.
Valentine: I said don't touch anything.
Nicholas: It's not working.
Valentine: Please move away. It opens here?
Nicholas nods. Valentine opens the casing. Inside is a ticking b*mb with a clock timer. Valentine studies it as Nicholas and Griffin watch. No one else in the room has noticed anything amiss. Valentine checks his watch.
Valentine: It's set for ten o'clock. Erm, let's clear the room.
Griffin: (Good God.)
Valentine lets out a quiet breath.
Nicholas: Er...
Griffin: Excuse me, can we- can we clear the room, please? Quickly as possible.
Agent: As quick as you can, please, gentlemen. That's right, we have to leave.
Griffin (offscreen): As quickly as possible, please.
Valentine crouches in front of the b*mb. Nicholas stands behind him, watching.
Agent (offscreen): Quickly now, please. That's right, this way.
Valentine lets out another breath.
Agent (offscreen): Quickly as possible, please, ladies and gentlemen! Please!
Man: After you.
Agent: Quickly now, please.
Agent: Thank you.
Agent: This way.
Nicholas stares at the b*mb.
Flashback to Lea and Nicholas in front of the house.
Lea: I'll get the next one.
Nicholas: Thank you.
Present day. Nicholas stares at the b*mb as it keeps ticking.
Flashback to Lea turning and shaking her head as she sees him about to take her photo.
Lea (voiceover): Nicholas... I'd love to... They k*lled my father...
Cut back to Nicholas staring at the b*mb.
Nicholas (voiceover): I'm sure she won't want to go with me.
Flashback to Lea at the dinner table.
Lea: I'd love to.
Flashback to Lea looking at the equipment in his room.
Lea (voiceover): They're worse than the Nazis...
Nicholas staring at the b*mb.
Lea (voiceover): My mother didn't want anyone to know.
Flashback to the two of them talking in the street
Lea: Do you promise?
Flashback to Lea studying the wire recorder.
Nicholas (offscreen): It's a wire recorder.
Flashback to Lea giving Nicholas a kiss on the cheek.
Cut back to the present. Valentine snips through a wire attached to a detonator in the plastic expl*sive. A tear rolls down Nicholas's face as he watches. Valentine snips another wire, and the ticking stops. He lets out a huff of breath, and tugs out the detonators. Big Ben begins to chime the hour in the distance.
Valentine: Detonators.
A second later, the bombs alarm clock timer rings.
Valentine: Thank goodness for my basic training. It's safe.
He stands up and sighs.
Griffin: Good.
Hallway. Foyle and Sam walk into the conference hall as Griffin and Nicholas are heading out.
Foyle: There's a young woman called Lea Fisher. We should find her. If she's not in this building, we should check ports, airports...
Griffin: Right.
Nicholas: Lea? They k*lled her father.
Foyle: Are you Nicholas?
Nicholas: Yeah.
Foyle: I'm sorry.
Southampton Docks. Lea gives her a passport to an official at a counter. He looks at it, then nods to somebody behind her. A pair of uniformed policeman approach and take hold of her arms.
Policeman: Madam, come with me.
The official gives her passport to one of them as they hustle her away.
Woolf house. Sam waits by the car outside.
Foyle (voiceover): I'm very sorry to trouble you again.
He's with Ava and Daniel in the dining room. A selection of photographs are laid out on the table in front of Ava.
Foyle: I'm hoping you'll recognise the men you saw running from the house.
She studies the photos, then taps a picture of Hughes.
Ava: This was one of them, I think. And this was the other one.
She slides the photo of Aziz over beside it.
Ava: It was dark, but I saw their faces.
Foyle: Thank you.
Daniel: Do you know who they are?
Foyle: Yes. Do you?
Daniel: Yes.
Ord-Smith (voiceover): I have to congratulate you, Mr Foyle.
He's in Sir Alec's office, along with Foyle, Griffin and Valentine. Sir Alec sits behind the desk.
Ord-Smith: Thanks to your quick thinking and the tip-off, you did well.
Sir Alec: That's not why you're here.
Ord-Smith: Oh?
Valentine: You have to pay for the death of Sir David Woolf.
Ord-Smith: I'm sorry?
Valentine: Lady Woolf has identified Ian Hughes and Gerry Aziz. Both worked for you under the misinformation branch of the SAS, and they've both been arrested.
Ord-Smith: I see.
Valentine: We also know that it was a clandestine British operation, headed presumably by you, that was responsible for blowing up several ships carrying Jews into Palestine. "Defenders of Arab Palestine"! It doesn't exist. It was a front set up by you.
Ord-Smith: You do realise this is classified information?
Valentine: At least you don't deny it.
Ord-Smith: I don't need to. I'm following instructions from the very highest authority. We have to stop trespass. Do I have to remind you? The illegal immigration into Palestine? The government white paper of 1930 set the limits. If they are broken, it will destabilise the region and also infuriate our Arab friends.
Foyle: And that licences you to blow up ships?
Ord-Smith: Nobody is hurt. Our job is merely to remove the means of transportation.
Foyle: Well, the Woolf family were hurt rather badly.
Ord-Smith: Sir David's death was an accident.
Foyle: So. you threatened him accidentally? You b*at up his son accidentally?
Ord-Smith: We exerted pressure, he refused to listen and we saw him talking to you.
Foyle: Oh, I was there in a private capacity.
Ord-Smith: We assumed he'd approached you, and so I sent Hughes and Aziz in to warn him off.
Flashback to Sir David in his study with the two intruders.
Sir David: You att*cked my son.
Aziz: You talk to the intelligence services, we'll do worse than that.
Sir David: No.
He pulls the desk drawer out and grabs his revolver.
Hughes: Wait.
Aziz draws his own p*stol in response.
Hughes: Wait!
Aziz sh**t Sir David twice and he falls to the ground.
Ord-Smith (voiceover): He produced a g*n and was going to fire it.
Cut back to the present.
Ord-Smith: Even so, I'm rather annoyed. k*lling is not part of our remit.
Sir Alec: You also took action to prevent Foyle investigating further. That captain, Jack Davey, did not exist. He was one of your men.
Ord-Smith: Yes.
Sir Alec: Misinformation. You send Foyle after Amin Al Arif. You then telephoned the hotel to warn Al Arif that Zionist t*rrorists were on the way.
Valentine: Mr Griffin, of course, was working for you all the time.
Ord-Smith: Don't blame him, he was doing his job.
Sir Alec: Valentine, would you be so good as to escort Mr Griffin from the building?
Valentine: Pleasure.
He goes over to open the door. Griffin looks at Foyle.
Griffin: No hard feelings, I hope.
He leaves.
Staircase. Valentine and Griffin walk down together. As they turn the corner, Griffin spots the exit door at the bottom.
Griffin: Ah. I can find my own way from here.
Valentine: Oh, there is one more thing, James. This is likely to get me into all kinds of difficulties.
He punches Griffin in the face. Griffin is knocked back against the doorframe and sits down hard on the floor. Valentine sighs as he heads back up the stairs.
Valentine: That's better.
Sir Alec's office.
Ord-Smith: There's really no point in going on with all this. No crimes have been committed.
Foyle: Well, m*rder's still a crime, as far as I'm aware.
Ord-Smith: Self-defence. And I was pursuing official government policy. So, there's an end to it.
Sir Alec (offscreen): I'm not sure that I agree.
He stands up and walks towards Ord-Smith.
Sir Alec: I want your resignation. I want you out of your office by lunchtime today.
Ord-Smith: You're not serious?
Sir Alec: Perfectly. We have enough evidence to destroy your entire operation. We'll see that it leaks out, and I don't give a damn about the consequences, if you don't go.
Ord-Smith: Why?
Sir Alec: Intimidation, v*olence, blowing up ships, I don't care about any of that. But when you send your spies in here, when you deliberately compromise one of my operatives, one of my very best operatives, then that's a step too far and I won't have it! I am quite serious. You are finished.
Ord-Smith: You will regret this.
Sir Alec: I don't think so!
Ord-Smith looks at round Foyle for a moment, and then leaves.
Sir Alec: Thank you, Foyle.
Foyle: Not at all.
Sir Alec: Back to work first thing tomorrow.
Foyle: Certainly.
He leaves.
Police station. Rabbi Greenfeld sits with Lea in an office.
Greenfeld: I just don't understand you. You would have k*lled many people. You would have k*lled my son.
Lea sits beside him, staring impassively straight ahead without giving him any response.
Greenfeld: You came to us, we offered you hospitality. But you used us. You made him carry it in. A homeland, yes. A Jewish state, it's what we all want. But at this price? Is this really what we have to pay?
Lea remains silent.
MI5 building. Addis climbs the steps to the corner entrance. Pierce steps out of the doorway to meet her at the top.
Pierce: I'm rather disappointed in you. You knew where he was, you gave him the room and you didn't tell us. I thought we had an understanding?
Addis: I've had second thoughts.
Pierce: Really?
Addis: I don't like lying.
Pierce: Well, none of us like lying. You could say it was an occupational hazard. Look, just keep us up-to-date.
Addis: The w*r is over, Miss Pierce. I've left all that behind me.
Pierce: Well, you may have, but we haven't. Watch him. And let us know.
Down on the street below, Foyle is walking by. He glances towards the corner entrance, then turns and looks again.
Pierce: Good day.
Foyle watches Addis leave, then turns away. After a moment he walks on.
09x02 - Trespass
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While WWII rages across the Channel, a police detective reluctantly remains on duty in his quiet English coastal town. The battle comes to Foyle in its own way as he probes w*r-related cases of m*rder, espionage, and treason. Mystery blends with history, moral complexity, and period atmosphere.
While WWII rages across the Channel, a police detective reluctantly remains on duty in his quiet English coastal town. The battle comes to Foyle in its own way as he probes w*r-related cases of m*rder, espionage, and treason. Mystery blends with history, moral complexity, and period atmosphere.