Foyle's War (2002–2015): Season 7, Episode 1 - The Eternity Ring - full transcript

1945:- A group of scientists observe the testing of an atomic bomb at Los Alamos in the New Mexico desert. A year later Foyle is approached by Hilda Pierce,now working for MI5. Her boss Sir William Chambers explains that a Russian defector,Gorin,has supplied them with news of the Eternity Ring,a group of Soviet sympathisers bent on betraying Britain's atomic secrets. Sam is now working as a secretary to Professor Fraser,one of the suspects who was present at Los Alamos and Foyle meets up with her,being introduced to Fraser and his colleague Max Hoffman,a Polish communist who escaped Nazi persecution. Both work at Armwell Atomic Research Station. Hoffman connects Sam to Foyle and she is sacked but when uranium is stolen from Armwell and the thief murdered she joins Foyle in investigating the Eternity Ring - as well as helping husband Adam stand for election as a Labour MP.

Matthew! Breakfast!

Get a move on!

What the hell are you doing? You'll
get yourself killed. Mum.

I've told you about this a million
times. Football is in the park not...

Sit down. Down. Sit down.

Oh, no!

Sergeant, stop firing that weapon now!

Prisoners escaped, sir.
Two prisoners down the alley. Go, go!

No weapons to be used here.

You two, back in the truck. Guard
those prisoners.

Get after them, boys! Go on!



Prisoners separating.

Right, let's go. Go!

Stop the truck!

There he is!

At the double!

Get him!

Move it!

Come on, mate. You two, with me.

Give up. Stand still.

Come on. That's it.

Don't shoot. Stop.
Don't shoot!

No, no, stop, wait. Wait.

We're sending you home.

We're sending you home.



This is a balls-up, isn't it,
Bennet? Yes, sir.

British soldiers opening fire in an
urban area.

Thank God hardly anyone was around.

Only one got away? Yes, sir, just
the one. No sign of him since?

We may have had one sighting, down
on the coast near Hastings.

Hastings.

Ah, Maurice Jones, Labour Party.
Very nice to meet you.

And you. Thank you.

Good morning. Maurice Jones, Labour
Party. Remember the name.

We'll need every vote on July 5. Can
I count on your support?

Not me. I'm with Winnie.

Right.

Morning, sir. Good morning.

Maurice Jones, Labour Party. Are you
really now?

I wonder if I could count on your
support. I'm wondering the same thing.

Care for some literature? Sets out
the need for a new start.

Well, with... rationing and the...

I think you'll find Labour has all
the answers... huge paper shortage,

best not perhaps, don't you think?

Detective Chief Superintendent
Foyle,

we owe you a vote of gratitude.

Well, that's uncommonly decent of you

but I'm not here to be thanked.

How is the new station?

It's delightful apart from the fact
that I don't want to be in it. I resigned.

I'm aware of that. It was very good
of you to return

after your predecessor...

Died. In very unfortunate
circumstances.

Most deaths are unfortunate but that
was some considerable while ago.

I'd like to know why I'm still there
and where my replacement is.

Mr Foyle, please understand we have
two problems.

The first is a chronic shortage of
staff,

particularly at a senior level.

We lost many men to the war and
they're only just coming back.

Finding someone to take your place
will take time. You've had the time.

But there's another problem.

Put simply, you're a hard act to
follow.

Can we not persuade you to think
again, Foyle?

You've been remarkably successful in
Hastings and along the whole south coast.

You're too young to retire. It's
nothing to do with retirement.

I resigned. I returned temporarily to
help with a difficult situation.

But the war is over. I'd like to be
remarkably successful somewhere else.

That might well be the case but
right now there is no-one else.

Four weeks. After that, no matter
what, I'll be going.

I posted your letters, Sir Leonard.
This is the book you wanted.

There's still only lamb in the shop
so it's chops... again.

Thank you, Miss Stewart.

What do you think of this?

Hm. It's beautiful.

It was given to me by the artist
Karel Fleischer.

I met him in Antwerp. He died in
Buchenwald.

We may have won the war but there's
still so much to be done.

I'm sorry, was he a friend of yours?
An acquaintance.

I have some letters for you to type
for me, Miss Stewart.

And this afternoon I thought we
might get back to our other work.

Oh, yes? You still feel
uncomfortable?

No... not really.

No need to be. Thank you for the
book.

By the way, I wanted to remind you,
I'm taking Sunday off.

Yes, that's fine.

Lunch at one? Right.

Niko!

I don't suppose you dug up any
potatoes. There were none in the shops.

The shops were hempty? Empty with an
E.

Empty. But, yes. Queues everywhere
but nothing to queue for.

I don't know why people bother.

Potatoes. Perfect.

Do you ever think
about going home, Niko?

This is my home now.

But don't you want to get back to
your family?

I am happy here.
And you, Sam?

You are happy too?

I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing stuck
here.

But it's either here or Leominster
so...

Lunch at one. One?

One o'clock. Thanks.

Sir.

That's him.

You can wait for me here.

Sir? Yes.

Foyle.

Brigadier.

It's very, very good to see you
again after all these...

What is it? 27 years and far from
pleasant circumstances last time we met.

Well, you've done well for yourself.

Congratulations, Foyle.
I always knew you'd go far.

As far as Hastings.
No, no, no.

That's why I promoted you when I had
the privilege to have you under my command.

Now, may I? Well, of course.

I take it this is not a social visit.
That was always the way, straight to the point.

But have you seen any of them, Foyle?

Lowe was here.
He was at my wedding.

Lowe? Ian Lowe.

He was blind.

Ah, yes.

And here we are.. just
gone through the whole thing again.

Mm. But you... have a son.

In London. He's come through it all
right.

I'm very glad.

I won't take up your time. And you're quite
right, I'm here on War Office business.

I'm looking for this man.

Ivan Spiakov. Russian.

From Georgia. Fought with the
Germans against us. Captured in Normandy.

What makes you think he's here?

He was in Brenchurch two days ago
when he slipped out of our hands.

We believe he was heading west and
it's absolutely vital that we find him.

One escaped prisoner.

Oh, Spiakov is a troublemaker.

Huh. An agitator.

At the moment we have more than
1,200 Russian POWs in England.

They all fought on the German side.

And some of them...

Well, to describe them as animals
wouldn't be putting it too strongly.

Did you hear what happened in the
village of Saint-Donat?

June 15 last year.

German reprisal against the
Resistance.

They sent the Russians in.

It was a blood bath.

53 women raped.
And all the rest of it.

This man was there?
Oh, no, no, no.

I just want you to understand what
these people roused are capable of.

We're trying to get them out of the
country quietly, peacefully

and he's determined to whip them up
against us.

I'm not sure how I... Oh, I came to
you, Foyle, because you know the area.

You can find him. If he's still
here. Which I believe he is.

He had no money, nowhere else to go.

But, more to the point,

I can trust you to keep it under your hat.

Report to me directly.

We don't want to scare the local populace.

So might I ask you to use your men,

your resources?

Of course. Good man.
I knew I could count on you.

Well, you can contact me at the War Office.

Please let me know as soon
as you have any news.

And...

it'd be good to have
a proper chat one day.

Psst.

Psst.

Ivan.

Let me make you some more tea.
No, I'm all right, thank you.

I have to be on my way. You never
talk about your work.

There's not much to tell.
Go on, I'm interested.

Well, we had a school broken into
last week.

The staff lost two months' tea money.

There have been a few late-night
smash and grabs.

They shouldn't turn off the streetlights.

Saves fuel.

Sometimes I think I'm just killing
time.

You're missing Hastings.

No. No, I'm not.

I like being here with you.
I like Brighton.

And it was time to move.

You wait and see. What?

Things are going to change, Edie.

There are ex-servicemen pouring back
into the country, guns everywhere.

And what with all these shortages.

You want to prove yourself.

I want to show that I can manage.

Without Mr Foyle.

Tom.

Joe.

Am I glad to see you.

Come in.

So, how was it?

Bloody shambles.

All of it, start to finish. Do you
want to talk about it? No.

You were well out of it, Joe,
believe me. I wanted to be where you were.

I'd have given anything. Well...

you were the one who inherited Dad's
flat feet.

You were the one that got all the
gongs. Oh, yeah?

Africa Star, Italy Star.

Got them for showing up.
And what did I get?

Four years wet-nursing a bunch of
Jerries.

What were they like? They weren't
too bad.

A bit surly some of them.

But good workers.

We had a bunch of them draining the
land at Ted Walker's place.

Old Ted. Don't tell me he's still in
the land of the living.

What are you going to do, Tom, now
that you're back?

I hoped you'd put me up for a bit.
Course. You're welcome.

Are you going to see Mum and Dad?

In time.

I've got to find work. Any thoughts?

Yeah, I thought I'd see
Spencer-Jones. Sir Leonard, you know.

He'll give me my old job back. Are
you sure about that, Tom?

What do you mean? Things have
changed.

A lot of water's gone under the
bridge.

He'll see me right.

He promised. I'll see him tomorrow.
And now?

A bit of shuteye. I'm knackered.

I'll leave you to it.

It's good to see you, Tom.

Good to be back.

I was wondering when they'd send in
a senior officer, sir.

Sorry to disappoint. I haven't been
sent in.

Someone ought to have an inquiry.
A shoot-out in a civilian population?

It's like the wild west.

Niko.

Have you been into the kitchen since
lunch time? No, Miss Stewart.

Well... someone has.

Niko, I hate having to ask you this.

You know the tin where I keep the
housekeeping - I didn't take it.

But you know it's been taken.

Do you know who took it?

You have to help me. They are going
to take me away.

What do you mean?

Look, you can't just help yourself
to the housekeeping.

Who took it?

A friend.

I met him in camp.

He has gone to the Russian House.

He tell me I have to go there too.

What Russian House?

In London.

He says it's where I will be safe.

He tell me I have to go there too.

He tell me they come for me, they
take me.

Niko, listen to me, trust me.

Nobody's going to take you
anywhere. I won't let them.

There was a 5 pound in that tin.
You can't just give it away.

We're going to
have to tell Sir Leonard.

Thank you very much.

There were two of them. Apparently,
sir.

What happened? I heard they headed
off towards the old viaduct.

Afternoon. Afternoon.

You from the papers then?

No. Why would you ask that?

I thought I might have read
something but there's been nothing.

Cos I saw it, you know. Did you?

Yeah, I was just down there.

Two Russians escaped from a convoy
as far as I understand it.

Two of them, you say? No, I only saw
one, poor sod.

He was trapped, you see. There was a
truck following him

and a whole squad of soldiers.

One of them called out to him.
'Give up. It's over. '

He wasn't having any of it. He
just...

stood there for a minute... and then
he did it.

He did what?

He jumped.

He killed himself, is that what
you're saying? In broad daylight.

Threw himself off the edge.

Russky, you say. So I believe.

Well, he's a dead Russky now,
poor sod.

Why do you think he'd do a thing
like that?

Good question.

Look at you, dressed up to the
nines.

Do you think I look all right?

You really want this job, don't you?
Well, I've got to get back to work.

There's not much else around. You
should go back in the Army.

You've got to be kidding.

How much longer are you going to
keep up this malarkey? Search me.

Still got Jerries, Russkies,
even a few Eyeties.

They've all got to go home. Then
maybe I can pack it in too.

I ought to be going. Do you want
some toast?

Er... no.

Good luck, Tom.

I shouldn't need that, should I?

Who was this man?

Ivan. I meet him in the camp.

Met him. Yes.
They were prisoners together.

Before they released me.
Before I come here.

It was wrong of you to give him the
money. I hope you understand that.

The money wasn't yours to give.

This talk of you being forced to do
anything against your will is nonsense.

The war is over.

You're a citizen of an Allied
country under Home Office jurisdiction

and I see absolutely no reason why
you shouldn't be allowed to stay

as a residential alien. They can't
force him to go home.

I want to stay here.

Well... I've been in touch with a man
at the Home Office.

I'll write to him again and get this
sorted out.

I'm not without influence.

And I've also written to Walter
Hardiman, my solicitor,

and I can assure you we're not going
to let this go.

Thank you, Sir Leonard. You are very
kind.

You and Miss Stewart. You have been
very kind to me.

I'm not expecting anyone. I'll see
who it is, Sir Leonard.

Yes?

I'm sorry, Tom.

But you promised.
That was six years ago.

I said I would do what I could.

You said you'd keep my job open for me.

Anytime. You said.

I went to war.
And I'm very glad to see you back again.

I'll of course
do what I can for you.

You lied to me.

You'll do nothing.

Mr Foyle!

Now there's someone I haven't seen
for a long time. You want a drink?

Thank you. I've heard about the
coffee. The best coffee in Hastings.

The only coffee that tastes of
coffee.

It's good to see you open again.

We should never have closed.

No aliens allowed in Hastings during
the war.

Mm.

So, who are you looking for?

I probably haven't seen him.

What's he done?

Nothing as far as we know. We'd just
like to talk to him.

And what makes you think he'd come
here?

Doesn't everybody, sooner or later?
They used to. Maybe.

But not him. I haven't seen him.

If he's done nothing... why do you
want to talk to him?

Well... he may be in trouble.

There are a great many Russians in
this country. POWs.

They could all be in trouble.
Meaning?

There are rumours. Joseph Stalin
wants them back...

and he will not welcome them with
open arms.

So they're frightened - There is a
saying, you may have heard it,

the dog knows what happens to him
when he steals the bacon.

Until now the British government has
protected them

but it is possible that that
protection may be withdrawn.

Well, his name's... Spiakov

if you felt able to ask around.

I can try.

But I must tell you, Mr Foyle,

right now people are not talking,
not to me.

And when they talk to each
other... they whisper.

Do what you can. Of course.

Good coffee.

Monsieur Duveen.

We speak English here only, my friend.

It is out of politeness to the country...

that has been such a generous host.

Thank you.

Yes, I speak English.

Then, yes, I am Duveen.

Sit down.

Some tea for our guest.

So, have you come far?

I was in the south, near the sea.

I was in a camp. Me and a friend of
mine... escaped.

Why did you come here?

I have heard many people speaking
about the Russian House.

They said it is somewhere I would be
safe.

The police are looking for you?

Maybe. The police, the Army.

But what is it you think we can do
for you?

I need money. I... I need somewhere
to hide.

You do not wish to return to Mother
Russia?

No.

Why?

Because I know what happened in
Odessa.

The ship called the Almanzora.

You cannot stay here. We have no
room for you.

And if the British authorities come
looking for you - I have nowhere to go.

We can arrange somewhere for you to
stay. Don't worry. Food and money.

Who else have you told about these
things?

There is no need to tell.

They all know.

Hm.

You should not stay here. We will
arrange for you to be taken somewhere safe.

Do you mind waiting here? No, Sir
Leonard.

I'm... used to it.

Very good to see you, Leonard.
Sherry?

No, thank you. You got my letter?

Er, yes.

This young Russian.

Nikolai... Vladchenko.

How did you actually come across
him? He was in a camp near Brighton.

Then he was assigned a work detail
and ended up working in my grounds.

I took a liking to him, offered him a
room. He's been there ever since.

Well, it's more than commendable,
your desire to help him,

but I must say your letter did
surprise me.

To adopt him? Why not? He wants to
stay in this country.

Doesn't he have parents of his own?
They're quite probably dead.

Anyway, he'll never see them again.
But you have a son.

Maurice and I are not on speaking
terms. Even so...

Maurice has nothing to do with this.

Leonard, forgive me,

I've known you for many, many years

and I know how... headstrong you can
be

but Maurice isn't a bad chap.

To fall out over a political
difference? Does it really matter so much?

It matters to me. Everything we've
fought for for the last six years.

I won't stand back and watch it
being thrown away

by a government that will bring the country to its knees.
You really think that? You don't?

You can't just cut Maurice out of
your life.

Let me stop you right there, Walter.

I came to talk about Nikolai,
not Maurice.

If you won't do what I want let me
make it quite clear...

I'll find a solicitor that will.

Cut Maurice out of your will? Make
out everything to this - Yes.

All right. If you're absolutely
insistent. How long will it take?

A few days. Thank you. But I really
think you're making a...

That's enough.

He's really made up his mind.

I'm sorry, Maurice. I did try.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

He's senile.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning. How are you? Very well.

How are you getting on at... Sir
Leonard's?

Yes. Takes a bit of getting used to.

Keeping you busy, eh? I'll say.

I'm the cook, the housekeeper, the
secretary, the driver

and more besides.

How about you? How's Brookie?

He just left to go back up to
London. Did he? That's a shame.

How's the office? I'm trying to
avoid it as much as possible.

What, they won't let you leave?
Well, working on it.

Sir. Good to see you.

Milner, good to see you too.

Edith. Lovely to see you. And you.
She's adorable. She's wonderful.

I'm so pleased she'll grow up in a
world without war.

Have you done the work on the door?
You have? Good.

Do join us for a drink afterwards,
Mr Foyle.

We managed to hold on to a few
bottles of Empire sherry.

And we have a cake. I'll be glad to.

Cardboard icing. There's no icing
but the cake's real.

As we gather here today for the
christening

of Clementine Elizabeth Milner...

..it seems an appropriate moment

to remember the sacrifices that have
been made,

the many, many lives that have been
lost.

At times it may have seemed almost
purposeless...

yet now here is a little girl

who will be able to grow up in peace
and security,

free of the great evil that has
gripped the world

over the past six years.

Will you pray for Clementine

and, by your own good example,

draw her into the family of Christ?

We will.

Will you support her as she walks in
the way of Christ?

Sir... we've found him.

Good.

Will you encourage her to take her
rightful place

within the light of Christ's church?

We will.

Clementine Elizabeth, I baptise thee

in the name of the Father...

..and of the Son...

..and of the Holy Ghost.

Perkins. He's Sir Leonard
Spencer-Jones, sir. Meaning anything? No.

He's an artist. I can't say I'd ever
heard of him either.

He won't be doing any more painting.
Shot in the chest at close range.

Who found him? He's got a housekeeper,
a sort of secretary.

Name of Stewart. Stewart?

I can't believe it's you, Milner.

I suppose I should call you
Detective Inspector Milner now.

Do you have any idea what happened?

No, I don't know what happened.
I had the day off, as you know, for the christening.

Um...

I spent the night in Hastings and when I came
back this morning he was just lying there.

And then I realised he'd been...

well, you know - and called you.

At least I called the police.

I never thought you would show up.
A bit like old times.

Um, not really, Sam.

No, I suppose not.
The windows were open?

The French windows, yes.

And the whole place was in a bit of
a state, like it is now.

Could have been a break-in, sir.

Is he your new driver? Sam.

Could have been a break-in. I had a
look and there's a few things missing.

His wallet's gone from his desk by
the front door. He always kept it there.

And the paintings. His paintings.

What? Are they not valuable?

I suppose so. They're back through
here.

I'll show you.

It doesn't look like anyone's
touched anything.

He kept the place in
a bit of a mess.

We'll take an inventory to see if
there's anything missing.

Is that really necessary? Yes.

I might have a list somewhere.
It's all right, we'll do it.

Sam, do you know if anyone had
a grudge against Sir Leonard?

Do you mean did he have any enemies?

As a matter of fact there was one.

I'm afraid it was rather my fault.
Who was that?

His name is Tom Bradley.

What are we going to do? We?

We have to go to the police. We
don't have to do anything.

What difference does it make?

He's dead. A lot of people are dead.

Millions of them. He's just one more.

I shouldn't have gone back to the
bloody house.

Just keep quiet about it.

Nobody knows anything. Nobody's
going to find out.

How can you be so sure?

It'll be all right, Tom. Trust me.
It'll be all right.

Did he actually make any threats?

Er... no, not that I heard.

But I know Sir Leonard was very
upset.

And, actually, I didn't feel too
good myself.

You'd done him out of a job?

Well, Niko and I, yes.

Niko? Oh, I was going to tell you
about him.

Nikolai Vladchenko.

He's Russian. I think I could have
worked that one out.

Who he is? He's been working here on
the gardens in the grounds.

He's an ex-prisoner. The Americans caught him
in Normandy and... handed him over to us.

And do you know where he is?
He should be here.

I can't understand it.

It seems that I can help you, Mr Foyle.

Although I wondered if I should.
Why would that be?

It is a strange thing, you know, the
end of the war.

Everyone thinks that everything will
be all right. The good people won.

Never as simple as that, is it?

I never thought so and now I know it.

I start asking questions for you.

It brings nothing but trouble.

I shouldn't even be seeing you.

Well, I noticed I didn't get invited
for coffee.

Ivan Spiakov. I may have an idea
where you can find him.

Mm-hm. There were three of them in
the camp together.

Ivan Spiakov, Anton Valyshkin

and the youngest, a boy called
Nikolai Vladchenko.

The boy, Nikolai, was released
early.

He was only 16 at the time.

He was sent to a place near
Brighton.

A house called Redwood Lodge.

If you are looking for Spiakov it is
possible you will find him there.

So you've heard.

I don't believe it.

Somebody shot him.

Somebody?

You don't think I had anything to do
with it, do you?

Your father was my friend, Maurice.

I knew him for many, many years.

Of course, what happened between you...

I thought it was wrong.
You think I did it.

Why, because we didn't share the
same politics? Not politics, no.

I should never have told you what he
was planning.

He came here in confidence. Cut me
off without a penny

and put a Russian gardener in my
place. Yes, I had gathered that.

I broke his trust.
And now he's dead.

Funny...

..how it goes.

DCS Foyle. Sir.

Chief Superintendent.

Can I ask what you're doing here?
I was about to ask you the same thing.

I'm afraid there's been a murder.

Is Sam here? Sam is inside. She was
the one who found the body.

If you came to see her I'm afraid
that won't be possible right now.

Well, no, I'm here to see Sir Leonard
Spencer-Jones.

That won't be possible either. I beg
your pardon?

He's the one who's dead.

Sorry, you're...? Detective
Constable Perkins.

In my day a DC would never address
a chief superintendent without permission

and certainly not without calling him sir.

It's all right, Perkins.

Sir, can I ask why you wanted to see
Sir Leonard?

I should remind you that this matter
is in my jurisdiction.

If you have information... I don't
need reminding.

I've no interest in any matter within
your jurisdiction.

I'm here for information regarding a
missing Russian. Nikolai Vladchenko.

We want to talk to him too.

Is he a suspect? I'm afraid I can't
tell you that.

It's too early to say. I've only
just finished talking to Sam.

I've just taken her statement.

Well, if she's just found her
employer dead

it sounds as if she needs a bit of
support so I'll be going in.

Yes. Follow me.

Where's Miss Stewart?
In the studio, sir.

This way, sir. Mm-hm.

Um, those are the more recent ones.
He was sending them to the Academy.

Sam.

I was just helping with the inventory.

I'm sure there's no need
to list everything.

Mr Foyle!

What are you doing here? Well, I'm
not here because of this.

Just a question of two incidents
coinciding.

Another murder? No, no, no. No, it's
er...

Sir, I need to know why you want to
see Nikolai Vladchenko.

Well, if you need to know, Milner,
you only need to ask.

And I'm not here to see Vladchenko
but a Russian friend of his

who, as far as I know, has nothing to
do with any of this.

If he came here he could be a
suspect.

I'm not at all sure he came here.

Niko's friend. He did come here.

There was some money taken. He came
and then he left.

Niko told me about him.

I never saw him but his name was
Ivan Spiakov.

Answers my question. Mine too.

Sir.

Interesting work.

I'd been working for him for a
couple of weeks.

And I liked him. He was very
civilised.

One day he was talking about his
work and asked if I'd like to pose for him.

Mm-hm. He was putting the sketches
towards a piece for the Royal Academy.

Oh, right. I mean, me, without a
stitch on.

Can you imagine what my father would
have said?

I did ask him not to but he said it
was going to be one of his best works

and I ought not to be ashamed about
it and...

I was actually quite worried about
it.

Well, don't be.

I felt so shabby, I suppose. It's
not going to happen now, is it?

No. I hope not.

I shouldn't mention any of this to
Milner.

Why not? I don't want to put ideas
into his head

but you've got a good motive for
wanting to put a bullet into this chap.

Did you?

No. Course not.

Just checking.

He's not the same, is he, sir -
Milner?

He was pretty unfriendly to me.

And he's already decided Niko did it
which is completely unfair.

How well do you know him? Very well.

He's sweet. He's only 17.

I like him. Any idea where he is?

If I tell you, could I come with
you?

It's just that Niko was so
frightened and I promised I'd stand by him.

This other Russian.

He was here a couple of days before
this happened.

He took the housekeeping money.

I never met him but Niko knew where
he was going.

It was called the Russian House. In
London.

Thank you.

I could drive you. I could drive
YOU.

Gentlemen.

This situation is completely...

I have to say... I'm almost lost for
words.

You are all aware, I imagine, of
what is at stake here.

We're meant to be operating in total
secrecy

yet just days apart and a few miles
from each other, we have two situations.

Two intolerable situations!

Bennet.

Ivan Spiakov is under close guard,
sir, on the way to Liverpool

where he'll be on the first ship
out.

What flak do we have from this
Brenchurch escape?

There were witnesses but nobody was
hurt, apart from the one Russian.

We've managed to keep a lid on it.

And Sir Leonard Spencer-Jones.
Are we going to keep a lid on that?

We're taking the necessary steps.
Which would be to have the idiots involved

transferred to the Outer Hebrides.

And... what about this boy
Vladchenko?

Ah, I have Sir Leonard's letter
here.

Obviously we want to talk to him but
at the moment he's on the run

and we have no idea where he is.

He's left Brighton? The police are
looking for him.

Let's hope we find him before they
do.

We're sitting on a time bomb here,
gentlemen.

Spencer-Jones isn't just anybody.

We have here a hugely respected
establishment figure

who's been shot dead in his own
home.

I want a daily progress report and I
want this boy Vladchenko found.

That is all!

Right, I must go.

You didn't say a word to me last
night.

You hardly spoke at breakfast. What
is it, Paul?

Nothing. Tell me.

It's this case. The murder?

I thought it was what you wanted,
something to get your teeth into.

This man, Spencer-Jones, wasn't he
quite important? He was very important.

Well, when you find out who did it,
won't that stand you in good stead?

I think I know who did it.

He had a Russian living with him, an
ex-prisoner.

And he was the one? Well, he's run
away,

money and other things were stolen
from the house

and a witness saw him taking a train
from Brighton station

so it looks cut and dried. So why
are you worrying?

Mr Foyle is involved. He was at the
house.

But that's good, isn't it? I worked
with him for five years

and I know what I owe him but this
time I wanted to do this on my own.

Well, it's your case. Why don't you
just ask him to go away?

I already have. That's what worries
me.

I think I may have been... What?

Look, what does it matter, Paul? As
long as you make the arrest.

As you sure it was this Russian? I
wish I was.

Morning. Paul.

You're in charge now. You go out
there and do it your way.

This is very kind of you, sir,
letting me come with you.

The least I can do in the
circumstances.

So you don't have a driver now?

That's right. After you left I
thought it was about time. Hm.

I'm not going to be there much
longer anyway.

Then what?

I might go to America.

America? Unfinished business.

They drive on the other side of the
road there. They do.

You might need some help with that.

The truth about the upper classes in
this country

is they're only interested in one
thing - themselves.

As they see it nothing has changed and that's
the way they like it. They're selfish.

Now, forget Winston Churchill

because let me tell you now the war
is over he is no longer of any use to you.

We have to kick the Tories out,
all of them.

New thinking, new industry,
a new beginning.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the war is over.

Now, let the Labour Party
build the peace.

Jolly good show.
Thank you.

Hear hear! Hear hear!

Hear hear! Thank you very much.

Thank you so much. Hello. Excellent.

Excuse me, Mr Jones. Might I have a
word. How can I help?

I'm a police officer. Detective
Inspector Milner.

I suppose this is about my father.
Yes.

Follow me. Sheila, I'll be a few
minutes.

I take it that was deliberate -
trying to embarrass me in a meeting.

Not at all, sir. I wonder.

Your father was murdered, shot dead.

I'd have thought you'd want to see
his killer brought to justice.

Unless, of course, I was his killer.

I assume I'm a suspect.

When did you last see him, sir?
Well, how quaint.

How very Agatha Christie.

I went to his house on the day he
was killed.

Yes. I thought that would surprise
you.

I didn't go in - I couldn't be
bothered.

You'd had a big falling-out.

How very well informed.

My father was a reactionary.

He didn't understand that though the war
is over another war has begun.

A war against unemployment,
poverty, ill health.

He didn't agree with your politics.
We parted company.

I even changed my name.
Well, dropped part of it.

I didn't want anything more to do
with him.

Your father was a very wealthy man.

I'm not interested in his money.

Mr Jones.

What can you tell me about
a Russian handyman, a gardener,

living at Redwood Lodge?
A Nikolai...

Vladchenko.
I don't want to talk about him.

Why is that?
The whole thing was ridiculous.

I like the Russians,
God knows what they've been through,

but the idea that my father could
actually adopt him.

Your father was considering adoption?

Yes.

Mr Jones... you had no contact with
your father so how did you know?

Did you find out anything about the
Russian House?

Well, the Russian House is a sort of
safe house,

a sanctuary for
White Russians in London.

White Russians?
White Russians are loyal to the old tsar

and believe Stalin took the country
from them.

Red Russians are Communists and loyal
to Stalin.

But Niko was caught
fighting for the Germans.

I'd imagine that's because
he's a White Russian

in which case he'd be pleased to be
fighting against Stalin.

But Stalin was our side so he was
fighting against us too.

Which is why he was a prisoner of war.

It's all very confusing but I just
know he didn't kill anyone.

I hope you're right.

Mr Foyle.

Sir.

Thank you. Foyle, come in. I'm glad
to see you.

I'm afraid I owe you an apology.
I've rather wasted your time.

But it's all turned out well.
Spiakov is in our hands once again.

Oh. Well, I'm very pleased to hear it.

Where did you find him? He was here.
In London. Travelled from Hastings.

Don't know where he got the money.
Staying at a place called the Albion Crescent Hotel.

We had a tip-off from one of the staff.

Moved in and arrested him while he
was still in bed.

Maybe I shouldn't have got you involved

but I can't tell you how important
it was.

I take it that's why you're here.
Do sit down. Yes, that's right.

Wasted journey, I'm afraid.
All done and dusted.

Well, not quite as easy as that.

Oh? Well, your man may well have got
his money from the home of an artist,

Sir Leonard Spencer-Jones, who, I'm
sorry to say, has been found dead.

Yes, I think I read something in the
papers.

What was it? A heart attack.

Well, you might say that.
He was shot in the chest.

And this happened in Hastings?

A bit further down the coast near Brighton.

Is that within your jurisdiction?

Well, I've made it my business.

I'm not sure there's much you can do.

Spiakov's in Liverpool. He may
already be on his way home.

Well, there's a second Russian, it
seems, and we're now looking for him.

And um... you think he's in London?

It's possible.

I may be able to help you find him.
As you can imagine I have plenty of resources.

Do you have a name? Nikolai
Vladchenko.

Nikolai Vladchenko.

Well, I can ask.

Where are you staying tonight?
Not altogether sure. I'll find somewhere.

You must use my room at the
Auxiliary Club.

Not strictly club rules but um...
Mum's the word.

On Pall Mall. Do you know it?

Yes, I do. Ah, well, we should have
dinner together.

Let's meet say at eight o'clock, hm?

Thank you. Ah. Be good to have a
proper chinwag. Mm.

Have you seen his file, sir? I don't
need his file.

I was his CO for 11 months during
the last show.

The security services don't like him.

He's crossed swords with them on two
occasions. In the line of duty.

Beyond the line of duty. He's not an
easy man to control.

What are you suggesting?
You will remember, sir,

I opposed the idea of him being
approached in the first place.

Covering your back, Bennet?

This is the one.

So, I'm to find out everything I can
about Ivan Spiakov,

who arrested him, when and how.
That's right.

Let's hope it leads us to Niko.

Good luck.

Bye, Mr Evans. I hope you enjoyed
your meal. Thank you, Mrs Howard.

Diabolical liberty. That's the
second time he's been in this month.

He's done every hotel in the area.

Who is he? Ministry of Food. He's an
inspector.

Excuse me.

Come to check we don't charge more than
five bob and only one protein a course.

As if there's enough protein in
London to keep a dog smiling.

Who pays for Mr Evans entertaining
himself day in and day out?

You and me, that's who. I'd like a
room.

I didn't think you were here for the plumbing.
Although be nice to see it sorted.

Can I have your identity card? Yes,
of course.

Have you finished with that,
Mr Wainwright? Right.

Here. And your ration book if you're
staying more than a few days.

I don't think I'll be here that
long. I'll get your key.

Oh, you're from Hastings? I'm sorry?

I couldn't help noticing your
address.

What a coincidence. I've just driven
up from there. I took the train.

Room 5. First floor. Stairs down
there.

No smoking in the bedroom and no
women visitors after 6pm. Right.

I'll be seeing you. I expect so.

I've a room at the back. Five
shillings a night. Cash in advance.

Yes, Detective Inspector, I do know
Maurice Jones.

He lives here?

There's a coach house round the
back.

I rent it to him.

When he fell out with his father
there was nowhere else for him to go.

You also kept him informed of his
father's private affairs.

No. I would have thought Maurice was perfectly
able to surmise for himself what was going on.

You never discussed it then?

What? The changed will. The
adoption.

It may be...

with the proximity...

Everyone knew about this Russian character
and some people thought it very strange.

And you?

I knew Leonard for 30 years.

And his late wife. I've known Maurice
since he was a baby.

And what happened...

this great chasm that came between
them,

and all because of politics, I
thought it was wrong.

There's a chance that Maurice will
become an MP.

And good luck to him, Mr Milner,
that's what I say.

The whole world's about to change,
all of it.

And you, me, all the old values...

..we're going to be swept away.

Maurice Jones did not kill his
father.

It's nonsense to suggest it.

I don't know why you're asking me all
these questions.

You're wasting your time.

Do you mind if I join you? I'm
whacked.

Sam Stewart. I'm Adam Wainwright.

I saw... when you were signing in.

Ah.

So how long are you staying here?

I want to get out as soon as
possible.

I have a hotel myself.

Well, a guesthouse, anyway.

Hill House. Do you know it? It's on
Highcliff Street.

I know the area but I never noticed
a guesthouse.

Nor do many of the guests. That's
half the trouble.

Why are you here? In London?

I've come up to see the War Damage
Commission in Piccadilly.

Had a bomb go through the roof.
Luckily it didn't go off

but I've been trying to get a grant
for repairs.

What's the problem? Everything.
They want to see the accounts, the building certificate.

I don't suppose you fancy dinner.

You're a bit fresh.

Not really I just... I'm on my own
and I assume you are too

and it'd be nice to have someone to
talk to.

So, what do you say?

I'm here with someone.

Oh, married. No, no.

No, we're working together.

But, yes, yes, I'd love to.

Maybe.

Let's see. Perhaps.

Right.

Mr Foyle. Welcome.

Allow me to present myself.

My name is Duveen. How do you do?

This is my house. Mm-hm.

My colleague and associate Alexander
Anokhov.

What can I offer you?

Some tea? I won't, thank you.

Some caviar?

It is a great Russian delicacy

which perhaps you have not developed
a taste for. You may well be right.

So... I'm at your service, Mr Foyle.

Please have a seat. Er, no, I won't
keep you a moment.

We looking for a young Russian -
Nikolai Vladchenko.

Nikolai. It's a good name.

It is the name of the last tsar,
murdered by the Bolshevik scum

who have taken over our country.

And the family name you said...
Vladchenko?

Alex?

I do not know the name.

When did he come up to London?

Just a few days ago, I believe.

There's also a friend of his - Ivan
Spiakov.

Does that mean anything? Spiakov?

Do you have any idea where he is?

We know exactly where he is. He's
under arrest.

Arrest?

Mm.

Neither of these men were here.

You're quite sure of that?

Have we given you any reason to
doubt us?

Since you mention it, Vladchenko had
nowhere else to go in London.

Spiakov told him specifically to come here

and it'd be interesting to know,
since you've no idea where I've come from,

why he'd have had to
have come up to London.

I beg your pardon? You just asked me
when he came up to London.

Doesn't everybody come up to London?

Er, well, some people come down to
London.

An awful lot of other people are
already here.

I do not think I have anything to
add to what I have already said.

I'm sorry, Mr Foyle.

Thank you for your time.

There you are. Thank you.

Excuse me, sorry to be a nuisance

but there's no light bulb in my
bathroom. That'll be a shilling.

I'm sorry? For the light bulb.

Isn't it included in the room? If it
was you wouldn't be asking.

It's a shilling deposit. When you
leave you give me back the bulb,

I'll give you back the shilling.

Have you had any Russians staying
here? Why do you ask that?

I'm looking for a man called Ivan
Spiakov. You know him?

Sort of. He's a friend of a friend.

He was here for one night. He was
taken away under arrest.

Oh. I didn't know anything about it
and I don't want to.

The soldiers took him and that was the end of it.
I knew it was a mistake having him here.

I'm afraid I haven't got a shilling.

Here, let me stand you. I've got a
bob.

Are you ready to go? I'm certainly
hungry.

We'll collect the bulb when we come
back.

What do you fancy? For dinner?

Oh, roast beef, sherry trifle,
champagne.

But I'm not going to get it, am I?
There's a 4/6d dinner at Clacy's.

Soup, fish and chips, tinned fruit.
Perfect.

So what are you doing in London? You
said you weren't on your own.

I'm here with a man called Mr Foyle.

He's a policeman. I used to work for
him.

And why is he here?

It's complicated but somebody got
murdered.

An artist. Quite a well known one.

It's all tied in with these
Russians.

After six years of war people should
have had enough of killing each other.

What did you do during the war? I'm
afraid I never shot at anyone.

I feel a bit guilty that nobody ever
took a shot at me.

I did try to join the Army but I'd
just come out of university,

Cambridge, and they said they had
other uses for me.

Don't tell me. You were in
intelligence.

I'm not allowed to tell you but,
yes, I was in intelligence.

Well, sort of. I spent the war in a
place called Bletchley.

It was cold and horrible and the
beds were worse than Mrs Howard's.

But I think we did a good job.

So how did you come to own a
guesthouse? It was my aunt's but she died.

Blitzed? No, no.
It was a boating accident.

I was always her favourite so she
left it to me in her will.

When I left Bletchley I had nothing
to with myself

so I thought I'd give it a try.

God, I must have been mad.
Why's that?

There's this business with the roof,

my receptionist ran off with a Yank and the
cleaners left when their husbands came home.

It's a bit of a mess
if you want the truth.

Ah, there we are.

This is the place. Oh.

Oh. It says the fish is off.

In what sense, I wonder?

Soup and chips?

Sounds delicious.

Passchendaele. Hm.
What a bloody mess.

Do you ever think of it?

Not if I can help it.

I always knew the Hun would be back.

Versailles was a mistake.
It was a humiliation.

They never forgave us for it.

So um... how's the room? Comfortable?

Very. Thank you.

I more or less lived here from the
time of the Blitz.

Never knew when you'd need a clean
bed.

It's been good catching up with you,
Foyle.

Married, a son.

The police. Well, that's about it.

Oh, thank you.

Well, when it was all over I went back
to the family estate - farming in Kent.

Then in March '39, when Hitler
walked into Prague,

I reported back for duty.

I ended up at the War Office, as you
know.

Ordnance and equipment. Not the most
thrilling field of activity

but I was glad to do my bit.

But, of course, people think the
war's over

but... it isn't.

Quite apart from the Japs, the whole
of Europe is a gigantic mess.

Thousands of displaced persons
wandering all over the shop.

Then there's the British zone in
Germany.

Millions more depending on us. No
butter, no fat.

Winter will be on us soon enough.

Be a miracle if half of them don't
starve to death.

This is your responsibility? Well, my
department.

Yet you still take a personal
interest in a single fugitive in Hastings?

Forget about him. I have.

I asked you to help find him, we
found him. There's an end of it.

You always were a bit bolshie,
Foyle.

That's why I knew you'd make a good
officer.

But this time um...

..let me give you some advice.

What's that? There are things
happening. The bigger picture.

It's good to have met up, to have
dined together.

But you should go back to Hastings,
leave well alone.

Well, I'm not sure that's possible
now.

Why ever not? This has nothing to do
with you.

It didn't until you asked me to
become involved.

Since then there's been a shooting in
the street, a suicide, a murder.

There are a lot of frightened people.
You're weeks away from retirement.

Go back to Hastings.

Forget this ever happened.

Your driver is here, sir. Oh, thank
you.

Well, um... shall we?

Thank you, John. Good night, sir.
See you again.

By the way, um...

..do you know you have a file with
MI5?

Do I really?

I'm told they have you down as a
troublemaker.

Mm. I wouldn't stay in London if I
were you.

I wouldn't go back to the Russian
House.

If you do... I may not be able to
protect you from the consequences.

Do I still have the room? Just for
tonight.

Thanks for dinner.

We have a problem.

We may have the same problem, Mr Bennet.

Where is Nikolai Vladchenko?

He's safe.
So he's staying with you?

After what happened to Spiakov it
seems the best place.

I'm afraid you'll have to hand him
over.

He has to be got out of the country
at once.

You are making life difficult for
me, Mr Bennet.

Right now, life is difficult for all
of us.

Do you think a single provincial
policeman can be a threat?

Don't underestimate him, Monsieur
Duveen.

He has a history when it comes to
these things.

Wilson was mad to go to him, knowing
the sort of man he was.

But too much has happened and it's
too late.

We can't control him. We can't ask
him to keep quiet.

So, what can I do?

Very well. It will be done.

Good night, Mr Bennet. Good night,
Monsieur Duveen.

Morning, sir. Any luck? Are you
ready? Ready and waiting.

Morning. Is there a back way out of
the hotel? Depends why you're asking.

There's someone outside I'd rather
not - Is someone following you?

Could be. I don't want any more
trouble here.

No, no trouble. It'd just help if
there was a back way.

Turn right, down the stairs. Thank
you.

Would they really send someone after
you, sir?

You can never be too sure.

Why? Why would they do that?

Well, very good question.

No.

Here we go.

Back to plan A, I think.

Sam? Argh!

Oh, my God! Adam!

No, not the car.

Sir, down here.

This was a really good idea, wasn't it?
I'm sorry, sir.

Mr Foyle.

Don't worry, love, he'll pull
through. He hasn't paid for the room.

That's his coat.
Thank you.

All right?

I think he's going to be all right.

Are you going to be all right? Yes.

Sorry you got involved in all of
this.

Who was that man you shot?

Do you know why he was sent to kill
you?

I've got a pretty good idea. Let me tell you
something about the Russians in your country.

They are even now being rounded up
and sent home against their will.

Your Mr Churchill and Mr Eden...

reached an agreement with Comrade
Stalin at Yalta.

I don't understand. What happens to
them when they get there?

On 18 April this year...

a ship transport called the
Almanzora docked at Odessa.

It carried Russians who had been
repatriated from camps in Yorkshire.

The people of Yorkshire had given
them food and clothes for the journey.

The moment they disembarked

they were taken to a shed on the
quay...

and machine-gunned.

But why? Because they fought with
Germans against Stalin.

And now he wants his revenge.

But the news of what happened at
Odessa has begun to leak out.

In the Russian community there are those who
know what will happen when they return.

And they'll do anything to remain in
this country,

anything to avoid being sent back.

You have to understand that... this
is happening in secret.

There are people even within the
British authorities

who'll do anything to keep it that
way.

It is, I think, a scandal

that could tear your government
apart if it became known.

And it is perhaps for this reason
that you had to be silenced.

The Russian safe house doesn't appear
to be safe after all.

That has been my concern for many
months.

Might that have anything to do with
Duveen?

Monsieur Duveen is a traitor.

He's working for the Communists.

Last night he talked with the man
who tried to kill you.

Do you really have no idea who that
man was?

It is possible that he is a member
of SMERSH.

Smiert Spionam.

It means death to spies.

Russian counterintelligence.

I'm afraid it is now too late to ask.

I would advise you to leave London
now, Mr Foyle.

It is quieter,
I think, on the coast.

But what about Nikolai?
How are we going to find him?

I'm sorry. I cannot help.

So, you went to see Sir Leonard.

Who told you that? Is it true?

Yes... but I didn't kill him.

You argued. Lots of people argue.

I used to work for him.

I worked for him for two years.

Then I went away to fight.

You were in Africa. I was in a lot
of places.

And you came back and you wanted a
job.

I wanted MY job.

The job he promised would be waiting
for me when I got home.

Was that too much to ask?

Did you threaten him? I may have.

I was angry. I don't remember.

Are you... leaving Brighton?

There's no crime in that, is there?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask
you to stay

until this is sorted out.

How long's that going to be?

I don't know.

You know, when I was out there,

fighting the Jerries,

there was only one thing I could
think about.

Home. Coming back.

And now I'm back...

there's nothing here for me, is
there?

What was it all about, that's what I
want to know.

No food in the shops.

No dancing in the streets.

It's like... people have already
forgotten.

What was the bloody point?

Doing very nicely, Mr Wainwright.
We'll soon have you out of here.

Hello. Hello.

I've brought you some bananas.
Bananas.

I didn't know what to bring.
Haven't had one of those in a while. That's very kind.

You didn't have to bring me
anything. Mr Foyle and I

feel very guilty about what
happened. It wasn't your fault.

Actually, it was. The man with the
gun was trying to shoot us.

Why?

Top secret, I'm afraid.

Well, I'm very glad I got in the
way.

It was only yesterday I said I felt
bad

about not being shot at during the
war.

Mind you, I didn't expect you to
take me seriously.

Are you going to be all right? I'll
be fine.

But the guesthouse, you're all on
your own.

Well... Look, I don't mind lending
you a hand if you like.

It's funny you should say that. I
was going to ask but...

I thought you already had a job.

No, actually, I was working for that
artist.

The one I told you about. The one
who got murdered?

Yes. That's a recommendation.

What about Mr Foyle? Doesn't he need
you?

Not any more. I'm completely out of
work.

So, if you like, just for the time
being.

I can't pay you very much. Make a
change if anyone paid me at all.

Well, it looks like Hill House has a
new...

What should I call you? Assistant
manager?

Receptionist... plumber...

chief bottle-washer.

You can start by peeling me one of
these. I can't do it with one hand.

Well, I'm obliged to say I'm
astonished.

Are you really saying this happened
on the streets of London?

Well, I was quite surprised myself.

Well, it's an outrage. I shall
demand a full report.

No need for that, I wouldn't have
thought. Why ever not?

Well, largely because you know
rather more than you're telling me.

I don't know what you mean.

Three quarters of a million
displaced people and you're after just one.

Why was it so important to find him?

I told you. Oh, well,

you told me that Russians are
animals. Maybe some of them are.

Maybe that's how you justify to yourself
what you're doing. But that's not the point.

It's all about what this Russian knew.

He knew exactly what had happened

to his compatriots
deported on the Almanzora.

And he knew about your secret policy
of forced repatriation

and you, of course, can't afford to
let that get out.

It's not my policy. A directive came
down about a month ago.

They have to leave. All of them.

You heard what Montgomery said. The
party's over. They have to go home.

Even though they're going to be
killed. We don't know that.

We have to be pragmatic.

There are more than 20,000 British
prisoners

currently in Russian hands.

We want
them back as soon as possible.

That means co-operating with
Stalin...

whether we like it or not.

So we've fought two wars to end up
being pragmatic.

What do you want, Foyle?

We could start with your
resignation.

I knew nothing about what happened
to you.

It must have been Duveen or Bennet,
I don't know.

But I promise you a full inquiry.

Not necessary. The person sent to
deal with me this morning

followed me from the Auxiliary Club.
Only one person

knew I was staying at the Auxiliary
Club.

Are you suggesting I would condone
murder?

Can you suggest any other
explanation?

I'm not resigning. I haven't
finished yet.

I want Vladchenko returned to
Hastings.

Not possible. You should first of
all consider the killing of Spencer-Jones.

The fact that Vladchenko was there

and could very easily be called as a
police witness.

That won't happen. I couldn't
disagree more.

Are you blackmailing me?

I'm offering you the opportunity to keep
your deeply-offensive secret a while longer

at the expense of one of ex-prisoner
and... your career.

You know where I am.

It's good to see you again... sir.

Captain Bradley, you might as well know
that I have spoken to Nikolai Vladchenko

and I know what happened at Redwood
Lodge.

It was an accident. Perhaps you'd
like to tell me in your own words.

I was just following my orders.

There was a Russian I had to pick
up... from this place near Brighton.

I'd never met Leonard Spencer-Jones.
I knew his name, of course.

My brother, Tom, used to work there.

I took two other men.
The kid was only 17.

I thought it was going
to be a pushover.

You're not coming in.
Sir, I have my orders.

I don't give a damn about your orders.

The Home Office know that this young
man is under my protection.

You've no right to be here.

Sir. Get out of my house!

Sir, my orders are to take Nikolai
Vladchenko into custody.

If necessary I will do so by force.
Niko, get out of here.

Stay where you are.
Don't be ridiculous.

Stay where you are. You're not going
to use that, not in my house.

Go, Niko! I'm warning you.

Give me that.

Sir.

I couldn't believe what I'd done

but I knew there'd be trouble.

And I was stupid.

I took some money and I ransacked
the place.

I thought I could make it look like
it was the kid.

It was the only way.

What'll happen to me?

Are you going to arrest me?

I'd like to...

but this isn't a police matter.

Since you were in uniform,
exercising your duty,

you have to face a court martial.

Milner.

That's not the case. He may have been
in uniform on duty

but the person he killed was civilian
so it's a police matter.

Captain Bradley, I'm going to have to ask you come
with me into Brighton to make a full statement.

You are under arrest.

Sir. Yeah.

Thank you.

Well, your first one.
Glad to be able to help.

Sir. Mm.

Perhaps I owe you an apology.

That day at Redwood Lodge.

I'd say there's no perhaps about it.

You were rude, uncooperative,

you defended a disrespectful junior
officer and you upset Sam.

It's a poor return for the five years
we spent together.

But if that's how you want to handle
yourself now it's entirely up to you.

I'm sorry.

I hope so.

How is it? Well, it's not at all
bad. He's getting there.

Can you keep him on? I can always use
a little help.

And when he wants to move there are
people that I know.

Thank you.
And what about you, Mr Foyle?

Nothing changes.
You are still fighting.

Yeah, always fighting.

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A great day for the country.
Thank you.

Thank you.
It's a great day for the country.

Thank you so much,
ladies and gentlemen.

A great day. A new start.

Thank you so much.

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