Foyle's War

You're gonna get us shot. What?

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.

You're mad. Let's go. Come on.

He said No.3. Go on.

That's it. Come on, come on.

That's it.

Easy.

Easy, buddy. Easy does it.

Pull back. Lower down. Lower down.

Psst!

High Castle. This is it. Come on.

Over there.

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?

Come on. Come on.

Get after those guys!

Oi! Hey, soldier! Soldier!

Come on.

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.

Understand? I do.

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.

Yes?

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.

I'm off, then.

Sam? What?

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.

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.

Because... You're gonna have to leave, you know that.

I haven't told Mr Foyle yet because I don't want to.

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. Why not?

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.

Oh.

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. Yes.

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.

Yes.

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...

Right.

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? Who? Bevan.

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.

What?

Adam, that's wonderful news.

Congratulations.

When's it due? It's not for another six months.

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.

Us? Women.

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.

Name, sir? Foyle. All right.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

I have an appointment with Mr Clayton Del Mar.

Yes, Mr Foyle. Do come in.

Thank you.

Take a seat, Mr Foyle. Thank you.

You're in the security service. Yes.

Well, you must tell me how I can help you.

My pop was advising you guys back in the '30s.

Is that right? Yeah.

It's just a shame you didn't listen to what he had to say.

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.

Depression, unemployment.

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?

Yesterday. Ten o'clock yesterday?