SS-GB

Spode.

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He gave Spode a cyanide cigarette.

It seems it was more important to have Spode silenced,

than let him to fall into the hands of the SS.

You were all ready to pass the atomic plans to someone

at the American Embassy.

I hope you're not saying I had anything to do with the murder.

I'm not a spy, Douglas.

You're not seriously suggesting

that the German Army are going to help free the King?

A certain few will do everything they can to help.

I've got friends who don't go in fear and trembling of the Huns.

You wouldn't understand that, would you?

Too busy doing their dirty work for them!

I'm a bloody fool for not having guessed.

You're Resistance.

Miss Barga is most public spirited.

You know Molotov, Goebbels and Von Ribbentrop all walked away

without a scratch?

And yet the explosion came from the grave itself, wouldn't you say?

I didn't see, but it would be the obvious place.

Kommen Sie.

They must have got in here last night.

Got poor old Karl out of his nice new wooden overcoat

and stuffed it with explosives.

You can bet our incompetent army had no guards here.

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Always obey orders!

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Springer!

Springer!

Springer!

- Aus dem Weg! - (CHOKES)

Albrecht!

Alles wird gut.

We can't just pull them out of school!

Yes, we can.

It'll be martial law by the end of the day for sure.

You'll have to pack some things.

Look, I don't understand.

Joyce, they're going to be making a lot of arrests.

It's going to be dangerous on the streets.

So I called Harry Woods.

You're going to go to the unoccupied zone.

It'll be safer there, all right?

It's starting.

What is?

The crackdown.

Wait here.

Don't talk to anyone.

I won't be long.

Hurry it up, Doug.

Well, say goodbye to Douggie for me.

And it's going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.

- And I should be out there helping. - No.

No, you should look after yourself.

I'll see you later.

- Hello again, Superintendent. - Arthur.

I really appreciate this.

It's nothing. You've been good to me in the past.

About one stop over-exposed, but that's not a bad fault.

Hope it's all right, I couldn't make head or tail of what I saw.

Don't worry about that.

I'm just glad I never managed to chase you out of

the artistic photo business.

Glamour. We need it more than ever now.

Whatever it is you're up to,

you be careful, Superintendent.

Arthur will take you half the way,

then another car will take you on.

It's all arranged.

You're going to go and spend some time with Uncle Harry's cousin.

Get some fresh air and a taste for the country.

I wish I could come with you.

Why can't you come?

Well, your father has important work to do, Douggie.

I want to be with you, Dad.

Bob said you nearly got blown up.

I did.

But I'm still here.

And I always will be. All right?

Your dad will come to us, when he can.

Come here.

Be a good boy, Douggie.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Keep him safe. - Mm.

Sir?

Come in and pour yourself a drink.

That's an order.

The bottle's empty.

Plenty more in the cabinet.

Water?

A casualty list.

They keep dying.

- Well, it was a hell of a blast. - A blast, that's right.

Dig up old Karl after half a century in the phosphate-rich soil

of North London and don't be surprised if he farts in your eye.

Yes, they keep dying.

We lost a good friend, Archer.

Springer was my angel at the court of King Heinrich.

I gave him a seat at the back near the naval staff but...

the damned fool had to move closer to the grave, to see better.

What a mess.

Had you known him a long time?

I can tell you stories, Archer, from the early days.

Things you would never believe.

I was with him when we watched die-hard Nazis shout "Heil Hitler!"

before the firing squad, not realising it was the Führer's

own death squads that were killing them.

Funny, huh?

Not very.

It taught me a lesson.

I watched those idiots die and I vowed that I would never

listen to any kind of political claptrap ever again.

Amen.

At first they were a joke,

but then, very quickly, almost while we weren't looking,

it was utterly obvious the Nazis would win.

They had mean, efficient brains and determination.

I like winners, Archer, that's my weakness.

Like my bastard of a father.

Nazis are winners.

Don't be tempted into working against them.

What will you do now that Springer's dead?

Will it mean that the Spode murder investigation will be dropped?

I won't let that happen.

I will go to Berlin and talk to the Reichsführer-SS

and perhaps to the Führer too.

They'll have to give me Springer's job

because there's no-one else with all the information.

Information that would allow the SS to take over

the nuclear experiments from the Army?

Do you realise, this bomb,

it could really work, if we put enough resources into it?

The Army don't believe in it because it would make them

and their troops redundant.

SS leadership is the only way it will come to pass.

Under your control?

Do you want to stay with me, Archer, on my personal staff?

You can come all the way to the top.

Well, I wouldn't know what to do. I'm a policeman.

You are also a survivor.

A winner, perhaps.

I'll make you a German citizen and bring you into the SD immediately.

No more rationing, travel restrictions or finance control.

Well?

How can I say no?

But it is a no.

If the Resistance thought I was working for SS Intelligence...

The Resistance will be finished within weeks.

- Well, then there's General Kellermann. - Kellermann!

He'll be gone too.

You don't know about his bank accounts in Zurich,

all his bribes from the contractors building the new prisons.

The only thing he cares about is saving his perfumed pink skin.

For you, Superintendent.

Archer.

All right, I'll look into it.

Harry Woods didn't turn up for a meeting with the Crime Super today.

You don't think he could've been picked up?

Why on earth not?

He's had it coming.

If he's been arrested, find a replacement.

Someone that speaks German.

I need staff I can rely on.

Hey, stehen bleiben! Stehen bleiben!

Barbara, it's me.

It's getting dangerous. You should keep your head down, darling.

Don't worry, I've seen enough.

Blood in the gutters, mass arrests. They're gathering them in warehouses

then bussing them to Wembley Stadium.

With this press blackout, I can't publish a damn thing.

Right now they're looking to blame anybody.

Even my Sergeant, Harry, has disappeared.

You've got to keep safe until tomorrow night.

Why? What's happening then?

A meeting, and it's important.

Meet me at 6pm. Hanover Gate. I'll take you there.

He only came back to check I was all right.

He was putting on his coat to go back into work

when they turned up.

12 of them.

Did he fight back?

Even Harry realised 12 was too many.

Sit yourself down.

Who made the arrest?

Some young PC from Hounslow division.

Never heard of Harry Woods, he said.

Doubt if he'd heard of Scotland Yard either.

Why didn't he show them his warrant card?

Well, he did.

The German officer made out he couldn't understand him.

And you know how hopeless Harry is with all this German.

If you'd been here, of course, it would have been different.

You know how to speak with them, Harry always says.

You should have phoned the Yard, Joan.

I couldn't get through to anyone, could I?

Official calls only.