Foyle's War

Kensington 3487?

Yes.

Who was it, darling?

Evelyn?

Doctor Ross!

Doctor Ross!

Doctor Ross? What is it?

I can't stop the bleeding.

He needs a transfusion. Get him onto the ward.

Was he with anyone? I don't know.

What?

Ten-eye. Ten...

Ten-eye.

Ten-eye? Ten-eye.

Fetch a trolley.

Bring the blood.

He's gone.

'Miss Pierce, Sir Alec will see you now.'

Thank you, Louise.

For you at reception.

Yes, they should be ready in about an hour.

Thank you for holding the fort, Miss Pierce. All things considered,

it could be a lot worse. Thank you, Sir Alec.

Pity about Chambers, but there we are. Onward and upward.

Onward and upward.

Now, this puzzled me - 'Mr Foyle.'

Sir William brought him in. Reliable?

Absolutely. Unusual background for intelligence - police.

He's an outsider admittedly, but that might be his strength.

With these defectors, a bit of detective work might be just the thing. Where is he now?

Helping out with recruitment. A waste of his talent. Bring him in.

Thank you, Charlotte. Yes.

Come in. Thank you.

Daniel Willis?

That's right.

How do you do? Sit down.

I see you were in Special Operations Executive during the war.

I was, sir. Yes. You should be very proud.

I'm not sure everyone in the service would agree with you!

I heard you lot thought we were amateurs,

disrupting your finely tuned operations

by running around, blowing up bridges!

Which is why I'm here, of course.

I feel invisible sabotage is preferable.

Every time we destroyed something,

the SS would kill hundreds of innocent civilians.

That wasn't easy to live with.

But you managed? I did.

Not that I don't think about it.

But they had to be beaten, didn't they?

And now you feel you'd like to do work that's a little more cerebral?

Your job here would be to find people who have information we need

and persuade them to give it to you...

by more subtle means than the SOE would have used.

Building bridges rather than blowing them up, so to speak.

Indeed.

The powers that be want us to absorb the rump of the SOE.

But I just don't think they're suitable.

I understand we're looking for people who are astute

with an ability to see the other person's point of view. He seems to fit the bill.

I'm sorry, can't agree. Not for me, I'm afraid.

That's right, same size, different name...

Mr Foyle?

Yes? Sir Alec would like a word with you.

Sorry, by Friday, yes. Thank you.

In the last few days, three high-ranking Russian defectors -

our responsibility and in our safe houses - have been found murdered.

As you can see each one has been garrotted

in exactly the same manner, typical of an NKVD operation.

I've ordered a sweep of the refugee centres.

Any Russian we find will be questioned.

But more importantly, how exactly did they find those safe houses?

If we have another security breach, I need to know.

Wouldn't Valentine be more suited to this?

Valentine was in charge of the safe houses.

It needs to be someone who wasn't involved.

I'm starting to get the impression

that I've inherited an organisation that is somewhat complacent.

I'd be grateful, Mr Foyle, if you'd prove me wrong.

Here we are. You can bring in a potted plant if you want,

but no family snaps. They're discouraged. Right.

And you can draw your Royal from the stationary store. Royal?

Royal Arrow. Typewriter.

You'll need it. Letters, reports, it never stops.

You did do the induction course, didn't you?

This is your desk. As Mr Foyle's assistant you'll work in this section.

What's your WPM? Er, twenty.

I'm sure you'll speed up with practice. Driving license?

Oh, yes.

Miss Brown, when you have a moment? Certainly, Mr Valentine.

I'd watch out for him. He hates joiners.

Joiners? Well, that's you, I'm afraid.

It's what we call anyone who's new. But he'll soon get used to you.

I've been here three years now, and he's almost friendly!

How you getting on? So far, so good.

Right, your first job, you'll like this -

three Russian defectors, all of them murdered.

I want the files on anyone who had contact with them and anything related.

As quick as you like. If you're in trouble, ask Charlotte.

If we start down that end. Morning. Morning.

And we work our way around.

Right, now remember - don't let them get the upper hand.

Make your point clearly and don't get involved in an argument

about something you know bugger all about! Alright?

Come on.

I'm your Labour party candidate in the forthcoming by-election.

I wanted to talk to you a bit about our new National Health Act.

Never mind, come on.

Lord Beaverbrook says, 'The English will only vote for a man who wears a hat.' Have mine.

Good morning, I'm your Labour candidate in the -

This next house is full of people who still haven't been re-housed.

Great, they'll be thrilled to see us!

I got one or two down as a possible vote.

This one? Kids, time to come in!

I'm standing as your Labour candidate in the forthcoming by-election.

I was wondering if I could have a moment?

I'm sorry, dear. I don't mean to be rude, but it's not a good time.

I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?

- No, I don't think so. - Go and wash your hands!

Are you sure?

Well, perhaps you can ask the police

why nobody is looking for my daughter.

She's missing. Hasn't been home for the last three days.

Could she be staying with friends? No, it's not like her.

She hasn't turned up for work.

They say she has to be gone a bit longer

before they'll declare her a missing person.

But she could be lying in a ditch for all I know.

They just don't care about people like us.

Well, we'll certainly make some enquiries for you, won't we Glenvil?

Uh... What's your daughter's name?

Evelyn, Evelyn Green.

Why'd you say that?

It's a matter for the police, Adam. It's nothing to do with us.

Let's try this one.

Ooh, sorry! Sorry.

Yes?

Well done. I think that's everything.

And I've included a police report that came in last night. A suicide.

Unidentified, apparently Russian.

I'm not sure if that's relevant or not. Thank you.

Anything else? No.

No identification card? No.

No ration book?

Nothing.

His wrists were slashed, which would indicate suicide...

but he has two broken fingers, a nasty bump on the head,

severe bruising to his ribs and a deep gash on his arm.

So, he'd obviously been in a struggle of some kind.

In your statement in the police report,

you say you thought he'd been followed?

I thought I glimpsed someone, in uniform.

And you think he's Russian? Could be Russian. He was rambling.

The only word I could make out was 'Ten eye'.

He kept saying 'Ten eye'.

Ten eye? I wouldn't be surprised if he had killed himself.

The Russians have been through hell.

What's this, do you think?

Looks like a tattoo that's been removed.

What would make somebody do that, I wonder?

Russian Gestapo?

This dead man, the Russian you've found and our three defectors.

Are they connected? Well yes, it's possible.

He could have killed them - but how did he find them?

This has just come through from the Foreign Office.

A translator in their Russian department, one Evelyn Green,

hasn't turned up for work in the last two days

and her husband has no idea where she is.

She liaised with the defectors so she knew the addresses of the safe houses.

Bit of a coincidence her disappearing, don't you think?

Look into it for me, would you? Hm.

New shoes? D'you like them? They're all the rage.

They're calling it 'The Coupon Buster'. Oh really? Why?

Instead of five coupons for one shoe, you get three shoes!

Look.

High heels transformed into a sensible day shoe...

then with a small bow on the front,

and the heels back off...

A dress shoe.

Do you know what the NKVD is? Russian Gestapo, sir.

Correct. They have an emblem, insignia.

See if you can get a picture of it.

Brown book, top shelf.

Your Russian's pretty good, isn't it? Very good, sir.

Is 'Ten eye' a Russian word or phrase?

Not something I've heard. How are we spelling it?

Well, T-E-N-I? E-Y-E maybe?

It isn't any word I've heard. Where did you hear it?

The last word of a dying man.

Here. Who was he?

Don't know.

Ten eye? Maybe it isn't Russian?

Maybe it was "antenna" or "Anthony" or "deny"?

What makes you think he was Russian?

Well he... It appears he was a member of the NKVD.

Everybody, back to work. Thank you.

I'll keep working on it, sir.

We were about to have dinner. Everything seemed normal.

I was sitting here, reading the paper. And then the telephone rang.

Evelyn answered it, all I heard her say was 'yes'.