Greene house. George Greene is reading his newspaper in the lounge as his wife Evelyn walks past the door with a tray. The phone rings in the hallway. George glances up at it, but keeps on reading it. Evelyn answers the phone.

Evelyn Greene: Kensington 3487? 

She listens for a moment, face growing serious.

Evelyn Greene: Yes. 

She puts the phone down and heads up the stairs. George peers after her through the doorway. Shortly after she comes back down, carrying a suitcase. She sets it down at the foot of the stairs and walks on.

George: Who was it, darling? 

Evelyn opens a drawer, takes out her passport, and goes back to pick up the suitcase. She walks past the lounge door again and then there's the sound of the front door opening. George looks up from his newspaper again, and after a moment finally sets it aside and gets up to go out into the hall. The front door is standing open. He looks around.

George: Evelyn? 

Hospital, night. A nurse sits reading at the nurse's station on the ward.

Outside. A man, Grigory Palenko, staggers through the trees towards the hospital building. He turns to look back, revealing that his shirt is soaked in blood. He stumbles on. As he reaches the entrance, someone watches him from the tree.

Hospital lobby. Palenko lurches in through the doors and leans against one for support, panting, then collapses on the floor. The door squeaks as it swings back.

Ward. The nurse looks up from her station. There's the sound of slurred, indistinct speech from outside, and she gets up and goes out into the lobby. She sees Palenko and rushes to his side where he's trying to crawl across the floor.

Nurse: Doctor Ross! 

She turns him over and sees that he's soaked in blood.

Nurse: Doctor Ross! Doctor Ross? 

Doctor Ian Ross comes down the stairs.

Ross: What is it? 

Nurse: I can't stop the bleeding. 

As Ross joins her kneeling over Palenko, Palenko grabs him by the wrist and says something indistinct.

Ross: He needs a transfusion. Get him onto the ward. Was he with anyone? 

Nurse: I don't know. 

Palenko is still trying to speak.

Ross: What? 

Palenko: Ten-eye. Ten... Ten-eye. 

Ross: Ten-eye? 

Palenko: Ten-eye. 

He slumps back, losing consciousness. An orderly arrives.

Ross: Fetch a trolley. 

He stands up.

The nurse and orderly wheel a trolley out into the hall. Palenko is loaded onto it.

Ross: Bring the blood. 

They wheel Palenko into the ward and then the nurse heads back out into the lobby to fetch the wheeled stand with the blood bag. She wheels it back in.

Someone watches through the cracked door of the ward as Ross takes Palenko's pulse, then shakes his head.

Ross: He's gone. 

There's a faint clatter from outside the door as the observer moves away. Ross looks towards the door, then hurries over and opens it wider. He looks out for a moment before heading back in.

OPENING CREDITS

MI5 building. Men are taking down and replacing photographs and paintings in what was formerly William Chambers' office. Sir Alec Meyerson directs them, while secretary Charlotte Brown stands by with a clipboard.

Sir Alec: Excellent.

He says something indistinct to Charlotte, and she goes over to speak into the intercom.

Pierce's office. Pierce stands by her desk, waiting.

Louise (intercom): Miss Pierce, Sir Alec will see you now.

Pierce presses the intercom button.

Pierce: Thank you, Louise. 

She lets out a breath, then straightens up and walks out, passing the receptionist, who's on the phone at her desk.

Receptionist: Those documents are waiting for you at reception. Yes, they should be ready in about an hour. 

Pierce crosses to the doors opposite and straightens herself up before knocking and entering.

Inside. Sir Alec stands regarding a collection of documents laid out on the table, Pierce and secretary Charlotte Brown standing by.

Sir Alec: Thank you for holding the fort, Miss Pierce. All things considered, it could be a lot worse. 

Pierce: Thank you, Sir Alec. 

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

Pierce: Onward and upward. 

Sir Alec picks up a file folder.

Sir Alec: Now, this puzzled me. Mr Foyle.

Pierce: Er, Sir William brought him in. 

Sir Alec: Reliable? 

Pierce: Absolutely. 

Sir Alec: An unusual background for intelligence, police. 

Pierce: Oh, he's an outsider admittedly, but that might be his strength. 

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

Pierce: Helping out with recruitment. 

Sir Alec: Bit of a waste of his talent. Bring him in. 

Pierce: Thank you, Charlotte. 

Charlotte: Yes, sir. 

Pierce leaves.

Office. Valentine is at the desk, writing. Someone knocks on the door, and Foyle goes over to answer it.

Foyle: Come in. 

Interviewee Daniel Willis enters.

Willis: Thank you. 

Valentine checks a sheet of paper.

Valentine: Daniel Willis? 

Willis: That's right. 

Foyle: How do you do? 

The two of them shake hands.

Valentine: Sit down. 

Willis and Foyle both sit.

Valentine: I see you were in Special Operations Executive during the w*r. 

Willis: I was, sir. Yes. 

Valentine: You should be very proud. 

Willis: I'm not sure everyone in the service would agree with you. I heard you lot thought we were a bunch of amateurs, disrupting your finely tuned operations by running around, bl*wing up bridges! Which is, er, why I'm here, of course. I feel invisible sabotage is preferable. Every time we destroyed something, the SS would k*ll hundreds of innocent civilians. That wasn't easy to live with. 

Valentine: But you managed? 

Willis: I did. Not that I don't think about it. But they had to be beaten, didn't they? 

Valentine: 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 that  we need and persuade them to give it to you... by more subtle means than the SOE would have used. 

Willis: Building bridges rather than bl*wing them up, so to speak. 

Valentine: Indeed. 

He turns to look at Foyle.

Later. Valentine and Foyle walk through the corridors together.

Valentine: The powers that be want us to absorb the rump of the SOE, but I, I just don't think they're suitable. 

Willis: Am I'm under the impression 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. 

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

He goes through a door, and Foyle walks on.

Typing pool. Charlotte is on the phone.

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

She sees Foyle coming down the stairs and covers the phone receiver.

Charlotte: Mr Foyle? 

Foyle: Yes? 

Charlotte: Sir Alec would like a word with you. 

She turns back to the phone.

Charlotte: Sorry, by Friday, yes. Thank you. 

She hangs up.

Sir Alec's office. He pushes a file across his desk towards Foyle. Pierce is also standing by holding a stack of photos.

Sir Alec: In the last few days, three high-ranking Russian defectors - our responsibility and in our safe houses - have been found m*rder. 

Pierce lays out photos of the three d*ad men.

Pierce: As you can see each one's been garrotted in exactly the same manner, typical of an NKVD operation. 

Sir Alec: 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. 

Foyle: Wouldn't Valentine be more suited to this? 

Pierce: Valentine was in charge of the safe houses. It needs to be someone who wasn't involved. 

Sir Alec stands up.

Sir Alec: 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. 

He walks away. Foyle exchanges a look with Pierce.

Typing pool. Charlotte escorts Sam into the room.

Charlotte: Here we are. You can bring in a potted plant if you want, but no family snaps. They're discouraged. 

Sam: Right. 

Charlotte: And you can draw your Royal from the stationary store. 

Sam: Royal? 

Charlotte: Royal Arrow. Typewriter. You'll need it. Letters, reports, it never stops. You did do the induction course, didn't you? 

Sam nods. Charlotte walks past her to one of the desks.

Charlotte: This is your desk. As Mr Foyle's assistant you'll work in this section. What's your WPM? 

Sam: Er, twenty. 

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

Sam: Oh, yes. 

Valentine opens a door at the back of the room.

Valentine: Miss Brown? When you have a moment.

Charlotte: Certainly, Mr Valentine. 

He leaves and Charlotte turns back to Sam.

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

Sam: Joiners? 

Charlotte: 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! 

She follows Valentine out. As Sam sits down rather awkwardly at her desk, Foyle enters the room and comes up behind her.

Foyle: How you getting on? 

Sam: So far, so good. 

He gives her a file folder.

Foyle: Right. Your first job. You'll like this. Three Russian defectors, all of them m*rder. 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. 

He leaves and Sam picks up the file.

Street, West Peckham. Adam and Councillor Glenvil Harris are out canvasing, both carrying stacks of leaflets.

Glenvil: Yeah, if we start down that end of the-

A man walks past them.

Adam: Morning. 

Glenvil: Morning. And we work our way round. 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. All right? 

He pats Adam on the shoulder.

Glenvil: Come on. 

They climb the front steps of a house Adam knocks on the door. A man opens it.

Adam: Good morning. 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. 

The man slams the door in his face.

Glenvil: Never mind, come on. 

They head back down the steps.

Glenvil: Lord Beaverbrook says the English'll only vote for a man who wears a hat. Have mine. 

He takes it off and hands it to Adam.

Later. Adam now wearing Glenvil's hat, knocks on a door and it opens.

Adam: Good morning. I'm your Labour candidate in the forth-

The door slams.

Glenvil: All right.

They walk on. Adam takes the hat off.

Wilberforce Road. The two of them cross the street, Glenvil now wearing his hat again.

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

Adam: Great. They'll be thrilled to see us.

Glenvil: Well, I've got one or two down as a possible vote. 

They approach a house in the middle of a terraced row. The roof is damaged and the next house along is boarded up and missing most of its upper floor. A woman comes out of the door as they approach.

Adam: This one? 

Woman: Kids, time to come in! 

Adam knocks on the open door, and an older woman, Mrs Green, comes to the door.

Adam: Good morning. I'm standing as your Labour candidate in the forthcoming by-election. I was wondering if I could have a moment? 

Mrs Green: I'm sorry, dear. I don't mean to be rude, but-

Girl (offscreen): Excuse me.

Mrs Green: It's not a good time. 

The woman who went out walks back in with a boy and girl, Mrs Green's grandchildren.

Adam: Ooh, sorry. 

Girl: Thank you!

Adam: Er, is there anything I can do to help? 

Mrs Green: No, I don't think so. 

Woman: Right, go and wash your hands! Your dinner's ready.

Adam: Are you sure? 

Mrs Green: Well, perhaps you can ask the police why nobody's looking for my daughter. She's missing. Hasn't been home for the last three days. 

Adam: Could she be staying with friends? 

Mrs Green: 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. 

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

Glenvil: Er... 

Adam: What's your daughter's name? 

Mrs Green: Evelyn, Evelyn Green. 

She heads back into the house.

Glenvil: Why'd you say that? 

The boy comes running back out, passing between the two of them.

Glenvil: Whoa!

The two of them walk away.

Glenvil: It's a matter for the police, Adam. It's nothing to do with us. Let's try this one. 

MI5 building. Sam hurries through the corridors with a stack of files, almost walking into a man as he comes out of a door.

Sam: Ooh, sorry! 

Man: Sorry. 

Foyle's office. Foyle pushes a chair round behind the desk.

Foyle: Yes? 

The door opens and Sam comes in.

Foyle: Well done. 

She sets the files on the desk in front of him, a bit breathless.

Sam: I think that's everything. And I've included a police report that came in last night. A su1c1de. Unidentified, apparently Russian. Not sure if that's relevant or not. 

Foyle: Thank you. 

Sam: Anything else? 

Foyle: Nope. 

He starts reading the files as she leaves.

Hospital. Foyle drives up to the building. He gets out of the car and heads inside.

Hospital morgue. Foyle and Doctor Ross are looking at Palenko's body.

Foyle: No identification card? 

Ross: No. 

Foyle: No ration book? 

Ross: Nothing. His wrists were slashed, which would indicate su1c1de.

He lifts Palenko's arm to show Foyle the stitched cuts. 

Ross: But he has two broken fingers, a nasty bump on the head, severe bruising to his ribs and a deep gash on his arm. 

He lifts the body's other arm to show the wound.

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

Foyle: In your statement in the police report, you say you thought he'd been followed? 

Ross: I thought I glimpsed someone, in uniform. 

Foyle: And you think he's Russian? 

Ross: He could be Russian. He was rambling. The only word I could make out was 'Ten eye'. He kept saying 'Ten eye'. 

Foyle: Ten eye? 

Ross: I wouldn't be surprised if he had k*lled himself. The Russians have been through hell. 

Foyle: What's this, do you think? 

He gestures to the body.

Ross: Looks like a tattoo that's been removed. What would make somebody do that, I wonder? 

Foyle: Russian Gestapo? 

Ross turns to stare at the body again, and then looks at Foyle.

MI5 building.

Sir Alec (voiceover): This d*ad man, this Russian you've found.

Foyle is just entering Sir Alec's office where he and Pierce stand by the desk.

Sir Alec: And our three defectors. Are they connected? 

Foyle: Er, well, yes, it's possible. 

Sir Alec: He could have k*lled them, but how did he find them? 

He picks up a piece of paper from the desk.

Sir Alec: This has just come through from the Foreign Office. 

He hands it to Foyle.

Sir Alec: A translator in their Russian department, one Evelyn Greene, hasn't turned up for work in the last two days and her husband has no idea where she is. 

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

She heads out of the room.

Sir Alec: Bit of a coincidence her disappearing, don't you think? Look into it for me, would you? 

Foyle: Mmm. 

Foyle follows Pierce out.

Typing pool. Sam is standing by Charlotte's desk.

Sam: New shoes? 

Charlotte: D'you like them? They're all the rage. They're calling it 'The Coupon Buster'. 

Sam: Oh, really? Why? 

Charlotte: Instead of five coupons for one shoe, you get three shoes! Look. 

She takes one of her shoes off and pulls off the heel, revealing that there's a slimmer high heel beneath.

Charlotte: High heels transformed into a sensible day shoe.

She replaces the heel and puts the shoe down on the desk, then opens a drawer.

Charlotte: Then with a small bow on the front...

She presses it onto the front of the shoe.

Charlotte: And the heels back off...

She removes the outer heel and puts the shoe back on.

Charlotte: A dress shoe!

She props her foot up on the desk for Sam to look at it. Foyle comes in through a nearby door, and Charlotte drops her foot back down to sit at her desk properly. Foyle turns to Sam.

Foyle: D'you know what the NKVD is? 

Sam: Russian Gestapo, sir. 

Foyle: Correct. They have an emblem, insignia. See if you can get a picture of it. 

She nods and starts to move off, then looks back at Charlotte.

Charlotte: Brown book, top shelf. 

Sam goes off to get the book and Foyle turns to Charlotte.

Foyle: Your Russian's pretty good, isn't it? 

Charlotte: Very good, sir. 

Foyle: Is 'Ten eye' a Russian word or phrase? 

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

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

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

Foyle: The last word of a dying man. 

Sam returns with the book and points Foyle to something on the page.

Sam: Here. 

Charlotte: Who was he? 

Foyle: Don't know. 

Charlotte: Ten eye? Maybe it isn't Russian? Maybe it was "antenna" or "Anthony" or "deny"? 

Foyle traces the insignia in the book, a match for the shape of the removed tattoo.

Charlotte: What makes you think he was Russian? 

Foyle: Well, he... it appears he was a member of the NKVD. 

There's the sound of laughter from behind them. Charlotte checks her watch, then stands up.

Charlotte: Everybody, back to work. 

Foyle: Thank you. 

He moves away.

Charlotte: I'll keep working on it, sir. 

Greene house, lounge. George Greene is pacing.

George: We were about to have dinner. 

He turns around to face Foyle.

George: 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'. Then, then, I heard her go upstairs and down again a moment later, into the hall. I called out, but she didn't answer. So after a moment I followed her out into the hall to see what was happening. 

He leads Foyle out into the hall.

George: And she'd gone. The front door was open and she'd simply disappeared. 

Foyle: Um, what sort of time was this? 

George: About 6:30. 

Foyle gestures to a framed photo on a chest of drawers.

Foyle: Is that her? 

George picks it up.

George: Yes, our honeymoon. 

He gives it to Foyle to look at.

George: I called her sister. Her parents are d*ad so that's the first place she'd have gone, but she hadn't heard a word. 

Foyle: It's on file that she was a Communist sympathiser at Cambridge. Is that right? 

George takes the photo back.

George: Well, she's renounced all that stuff years ago. 

He thumps the photo back down on the chest of drawers.

George: I know she's suspected of something. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. But I can assure you that my wife loathed Communism. 

Foyle: So you can't think of any reason why she'd have left? 

George: I've thought for some time there might be another man. Oh, she'd become more and more distant. Look, I can't say for certain, but you sense these things, don't you? Even if you don't want to believe it. 

Street outside the Wainwright house, evening. A couple of the neighbours are chatting over a fence.

Woman: Well, she said he didn't even come home.

Woman: Oh, that's awful.

Sam (voiceover): Nobody said it was going to be easy. 

She, Adam and Glenvil are sitting in the main room together.

Sam: The trouble is they're blaming Labour for all the shortages. 

She gets up and heads through into the kitchen.

Adam: Life's getting harder. It's the truth. 

Glenvil: We need some sugar to help the medicine go down. You need to, er, appeal to their better nature, Adam, the sense of community. You know, tell them the w*r may be over, but we're still all in it together. 

Sam: I don't think you should hark back to the w*r. You'll only remind them of Churchill. 

Adam: Sam's right. I should talk about the future. People don't want things to go back to the way they were, I know they don't. If people realise what a national health service means for them and their families, I don't think they'll be slamming doors on us. I really don't. 

Hospital, night. A couple of soldiers are wheeling Palenko's body out through the lobby. The nurse who was on duty when he came in hurries down the stairs.

Nurse: Excuse me, what are you doing? 

Soldier: Sorry, ma'am. Orders. 

Nurse: Wait! 

She grabs the edge of the trolley to halt them.

Soldier: We've got to take him. 

Nurse: Please! 

She covers the body more fully with the sheet as another nurse comes out into the lobby. They both watch as the soldiers wheel the body away.

Ward. The nurse walks through the room, followed by Doctor Ross.

Nurse: They just barged in, took him away. 

Ross: The police? 

Nurse: No, not the police. Two soldiers. 

Ross: Where were they from? 

Wainwright house. Glenvil is just about to leave.

Glenvil: I'll see you bright and early.

Adam: You will indeed. 

Glenvil: Have a good night's sleep. 

He leaves, and Adam walks through into the front room, where Sam is just setting a bowl down on the table.

Sam: I'm afraid it's leftover stew. I blame the government.

They both sit down at the table.

Adam: While I was canvassing in Wilberforce Road, I met a woman called Mrs Green. There are two families living in the front room of her b*mb-out house. And now, to top it all off, this poor woman's daughter has gone missing and no one's doing anything about it. And if I could get elected I, I just feel I could make a difference to these people's lives. 

Sam: I know you could. And you will. 

Adam: Do you think you could come along to campaign? A married couple together. Perhaps they'd react differently. 

Sam: Of course. I'll see if I can get the morning off. 

MI5 building. A phone rings.

Foyle's office. He picks up the phone from his desk.

Foyle: Foyle. 

Hospital. Doctor Ross is on the other end of the phone in his office.

Ross: It's Doctor Ross. I was hoping you'd still be there. You told me to call if there was anything else I thought you should know. We've had a case of body snatching. 

Foyle's office.

Ross (over phone): Our Russian friend.

Foyle: When was this? 

Ross (over phone): This evening. The military collected his remains.

Doctor Ross's office.

Ross: Er, there's one other thing. Might not be important, but, um, could I show you something in the morning? Not at the hospital. 

Foyle: Where do you suggest? 

Doctor Ross's house, next day. Foyle drives up to the house. Doctor Ross's wife, Katrin, walks across the grounds towards him as he gets out of the car.

Foyle: Mrs Ross? 

Katrin: Yes. 

Foyle: Erm... 

Inside. Katrin leads Foyle into the house.

Foyle: So he didn't mention I was coming? 

Katrin: Er, no. He didn't. He has been working all night. He gets carried away and before he realises, it is time for breakfast.  I'll get him. 

She goes over to the basement stairs to call to down him.

Katrin: Ian. There's someone here to see you! 

The phone in the hall starts to ring and she comes back to answer it, pointing Foyle towards the stairs.

Katrin: Just go down, it's the second door on the right.

She picks up the phone.

Katrin: Hello? 

Foyle heads through and down the stairs.

Katrin (offscreen): Ah, hello. Yes. Yes. Listen, would you mind very much if I called you back later? We have a visitor.

Foyle reaches the basement level and approaches the door to Ross's basement lab.

Foyle: Hello? 

Katrin (offscreen): Yes, I will. Goodbye.

Foyle pushes the door open and walks in. Something on the floor catches his eye as the phone upstairs begins to ring again. He walks round the desk to where Doctor Ross lies d*ad on the floor, a pool of blood under his head.

Staircase. Katrin comes down the stairs.

Katrin: Darling?

Basement lab.

Katrin (offscreen): It's the hospital on the telephone for you. 

Foyle kneels down to look at the body as Katrin arrives in the doorway.

Katrin: Ian? 

She stops as she sees the body.

Katrin: Ian? 

Upstairs, later. Katrin stands smoking in the sitting room. A uniformed police officer approaches her.

Policeman: Mrs Ross? 

She follows him.

Basement lab. Police detective Sergeant Jones is smoking as he takes a look at the body. Foyle walks in to the room and Jones stands up.

Jones: Never seen anything like this before. It appears he wrapped this Colt revolver in a towel to muffle the sound.

The towel-wrapped revolver is still in Ross's right hand.

Jones: Wife didn't hear a thing. Wouldn't you say? 

Foyle: Well, I'd say it's perhaps better to resist jumping to conclusions, and avoid...

Jones stubs out his cigarette out in ashtray.

Foyle: Contaminating what could be the scene of a crime. 

Jones: Well, from where I'm standing, Mr Foyle, seems as clear as crystal. su1c1de.

Foyle: Ah.

Jones: They tell me it's as common as a forged ration book these days. 

He leaves. Foyle studies Ross's work left on the desk.

Sitting room. Jones is questioning Katrin while Foyle listens in.

Jones: Were you aware your husband owned a revolver? 

Katrin: No. He abhorred v*olence. 

Jones: How long have you two been together exactly? 

Katrin: Oh, we were married in Germany just as h*tler came to power, but were forced to separate under their compulsory divorce laws. 

Jones: So you're not Mrs Ross? 

Katrin: We were getting re-married next week. 

Jones: Do I understand this correctly? You're not currently married to the deceased, but engaged? 

Katrin: Yes. 

Ross: And, er, what do you do, exactly? 

Katrin: I am also a doctor. Or I was, before my license was revoked. 

Jones: On what grounds? 

Foyle: On the grounds of being Jewish. 

He gives Jones a look.

Jones: And, er, how long was Doctor Ross down in the basement? 

Katrin: All night. 

Jones: Had you argued? 

Katrin: No! No, he often worked late. 

Jones: Are you sure? It's not uncommon for people to have a change of heart. Is it possible your husband may have felt trapped into marrying you and this was his way out

Katrin: I fought to stay alive, so I could be with him. I fought with every fibre of my being. He wouldn't do this. He wouldn't do this to me! 

She gets up from the sofa and dashes over to the window, sobbing.

Foyle: Think that'll do for the moment, don't you? 

Jones turns to go.

Outside. Foyle leaves the house and walks over to join Jones.

Foyle: I don't think it's su1c1de. 

Jones: Why exactly? 

Foyle: Well, he was about to get married. He called me last night to arrange a meeting this morning. He was very eager that it should take place. The g*n was found in his right hand, Doctor Ross was left-handed. At the very least, it's suspicious. 

Jones nods. He turns to watch as Foyle walks away, then sighs.

A meeting room in West Peckham Town Hall. Adam, Sam and Glenville are sitting with a trio of women.

Woman: What we want to know, Mr Wainwright, is when will this rationing finally stop? We seem to have won the w*r but lost the peace. 

Adam: Well, I agree. Since the US stopped Lend-Lease we've been struggling. But we plan to invest in the country, build new houses, create jobs. I really believe we've got a bright future. 

Woman: But what about today, the here and now? Our butcher is sleeping in his shop with a loaded g*n, he's that afraid of thieves. 

Sam: Well, at least if he sh**t one we'll finally get some smoked ham! 

There's a moment of uncertain silence, and then the women start to laugh.

Outside. The group are leaving the building, Sam still talking with one of the women.

Glenvil (offscreen): Thank you very much, ladies. 

A journalist stands waiting down at the foot of the steps with his hands behind his back. Adam and Glenvil split off from the group of women.

Glenvil: Sam really is an asset. Get her out on the campaign trail as much as possible. 

The journalist hurries up the steps to join Sam and the women. He's holding a loaf of bread.

Journalist: Do you think we could get a picture of the candidate's wife with the new government bread ration? 

He gives her the bread.

Sam: Oh! Erm, of course. 

Sam poses on the steps with the group of women. Two men dash up behind them and unfurl a banner. The journalist signals his photographer, who takes a picture. Sam blinks in the flash.

Adam is standing by the car.

Adam: I'll just go and get Sam. 

The journalist takes the bread back from Sam.

Journalist: Thank you. 

Adam: What was that about? 

Sam: I don't know. Bread, apparently! 

Adam: That's the woman I told you about.

He points at Mrs Green where she stands talking with a young woman across the street.

Adam: Mrs Green. Her daughter went missing. 

Sam: Oh, yes. By the looks of her, she still is. 

Adam: I said I'd help her. I just haven't had the time. 

Sam: Poor woman. 

The two of them walk away.

MI5 typing pool. Sam is sitting typing as a phone rings. Charlotte goes over to pick it up and answers it in Russian. She covers the receiver and speaks to Sam.

Sam: Do me a favour. Give this to Mr Valentine for me? 

She holds out a folder and Sam takes it. Charlotte continues speaking into the phone in Russian as Sam heads out of the room. She walks up the stairs and along the corridor. Then she pauses, noticing the file, marked 'secret', has the name Evelyn Greene on the front. She opens it and reads a letter addressed to Pierce regarding information about Greene. Then she hears someone approaching and closes the file and walks on. She knocks on the door to Valentine's office.

Inside. Valentine is on the phone.

Valentine: Evelyn Greene? 

Sam opens the door, and he beckons her over.

Valentine: She's in Berlin, in the Russian Zone? I can't- that's not possible. I can't believe it! No, not here.

As Sam goes to put the file down he taps a pile of folders for her to add it to.

Valentine: Yes? Right, well, I'll look. 

As he starts to open the file, he sees Sam's still standing there.

Valentine: Yes? Is there something else? 

Sam: No, sir. 

She moves away and he goes back to his phone call.

Valentine: No, not you, there was someone else. Now, what's your source? Berlin? It's just... 

Sam closes the door.

Lobby. Sir Alec leaves his office and hurries up the stairs.

Valentine's office. He's on the phone again, rubbing his forehead.

Valentine: It's Valentine here. The girl we passed onto you, you're gonna have to let her go. Well, then, my advice would be to find some other solution. 

Sir Alec comes in and he puts the phone down.

Sir Alec: This is not good enough. I need to know how this woman got all the way to Berlin and into the Russian Zone, for heaven's sake! 

Valentine: I don't know, sir. Though with respect, I'd say it was down to the Foreign Office. 

Sir Alec: Meaning? 

Valentine: Evelyn Green worked for them, and if she was passing information, they should have spotted it. 

Sir Alec: Well, she wasn't adequately vetted, and that is down to us. 

Valentine: At least we know who compromised the safe houses. 

Sir Alec: And is that all we know, Valentine? Are you keeping anything from me? 

Valentine: Absolutely not! We're questioning everyone in her department to see if they know anything. If there are any more rotten apples, we'll find them. 

Sir Alec: And this time, maybe, before it's too late. 

He leaves.

Staircase. Charlotte is on her way upstairs, and Valentine stops her as he's on his way down.

Valentine: Oh, just a moment, Miss Brown? Can you keep me informed as to what Foyle's up to? 

Charlotte: Mr Foyle? 

Sam is just on her way up the stairs, and slows, listening in.

Valentine: He's not one of us yet. He's still learning the ropes. 

He and Charlotte both fall silent, watching Sam as she passes.

Valentine: That's all. 

Charlotte: I understand. 

Sam and Charlotte both head on upstairs and Valentine goes down.

A park bandstand in the rain. A couple are playing with their young daughter, the husband swinging her around.

Woman: Ah! That's it.

Man: Wahey.

Adam sits watching them as the little girl laughs. He turns to look round as Sam arrives.

Sam: Hello. 

She hands him a lunchbox and they kiss as she sits down.

Adam: To what do I owe the honour of lunch with my beautiful wife? 

The couple with the little girl leave.

Man: There we go. 

Sam: Well.

Man (offscreen): Let's have lunch, shall we?

Woman (offscreen): Oh, what a good idea.

Sam: I saw something at work today that might interest you. 

Adam: As long as it's not top secret! 

Sam: Actually, it was. I saw a file on a girl named Evelyn Greene. Wasn't that the name of the girl who went missing? 

Adam: She's got an MI5 file. If this document was secret, should you even be telling me about it? 

Sam: No, I shouldn't. Absolutely not.

She sighs.

Sam: But I had to tell you. What are you going to do about it? I think we should speak to Mr Foyle. 

They start to eat their sandwiches.

Hospital. Foyle is walking along the outside of the building with the same nurse from before.

Nurse: Doctor Ross was such a kind man. You know what? I can't get over what happened to him. He seemed perfectly fine. God, you'd think after all the suffering I've seen, I'd get used to it. 

Foyle: He and I had arranged a meeting this morning. Er, apparently, he was keen to talk to me about something. Any idea what that might have been? 

Nurse: No. I didn't see him after he was called out. There'd been a car accident near Barton Hall. He had to treat someone over there. 

Foyle: Barton Hall? 

Nurse: It's a few miles south of here. It was an army camp during the w*r. 

Foyle: What is it now? 

Nurse: I'm not sure. 

Barton Hall. Foyle drives up to the barrier across the gates. An armed soldier approaches him as he parks and gets out.

Soldier: Sorry. This is Government property. I'll have to ask you to turn back. 

Foyle: Would it be possible to speak to whomever's in charge? 

Soldier: It would not, sir. 

Foyle: I'm with, erm... 

He shows the soldier his MI5 ID.

Soldier: I can see who you're with, sir, but it's still not possible, not without the proper clearance. 

A second soldier arrives to join the first.

Foyle: I see. 

Soldier: Could you please turn around and go back? 

Foyle: I understand, thank you. 

He heads back towards the car.

Soldier 2: MI5. 

Soldier: Tin Eye will need to know about this. 

Foyle pauses for a moment before getting into his car.

Street outside the Wainwright house. Adam walks home with a newspaper and a bottle of milk. A man emerges from one of the other prefabs.

Neighbour: Morning. 

Adam: Morning. 

Adam walks into the house. He sets the milk down on the kitchen counter.

Sam (offscreen): Darling?

She comes through into the main room.

Sam: After the election, when things quieten down a bit, I thought I might do a foreign language course at the Berlitz school. 

Adam: Well, it certainly looks like things will quieten down. For us at least. 

He holds up the newspaper to read from it.

Adam: 'Labour candidate's wife joins Conservative Campaign.'

Sam: What's this? 

She looks at the newspaper. The article includes the photo taken outside the town hall. The banner raised behind the group of women reads 'Conservative women against bread rationing'.

Adam: They're complaining that the loaves the Government are issuing are getting smaller, which they are. 

Sam: Oh, Adam! I'm so sorry. I had no idea people could be so devious!

Adam: That's politics, Sam. Better get used to it. 

She looks at the article again and covers her mouth with her hand. He takes her other hand.

Adam: Don't worry. 

Sam sighs.

Adam: I'm sure we'll develop thicker skins. 

Sam: If you hear any news about Mrs Green's daughter, will you let me know? You've got me worried now too. 

They kiss.

Later. Sam has left. Adam is just tying his shoes when there's a knock on the door, and he gets up to open in.

Adam: Come in. 

Glenvil (offscreen): Hello, Adam.

Adam: Just getting ready. 

He heads back into the main room to finish tying his shoes, and Glenvil follows him.

Adam: Have you, er, heard anything about the girl from Wilberforce Road? 

Glenvil: The one who's missing? I haven't, no. 

Adam: Why not pop over there later, see how the mother is? 

Glenvil: Why? She's not even going to vote Labour. 

Adam: It's not her vote I'm interested in, Glenvil. It's her. 

Glenvil shoves a copy of the newspaper at him.

Glenvil: I think you need to concentrate on this campaign, 'cause boy, you've got your work cut out now. 

Adam: I've seen it. 

Glenvil: Yeah? She was stitched right up. But not to worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Turns out our Tory candidate was a w*r profiteer. Sat it out and made a fortune in condensed milk. Yeah, he's been trying to keep that quiet. So I'm gonna have a word in the shell-like of a local reporter. That should lose him a few votes. 

Adam stands up.

Adam: I didn't get into politics to play games, Glenvil. I want to create a society that looks after those who can't look after themselves. 

Glenvil: But if you don't win, it'll be their policies and not ours. 

Adam: If winning means changing my principles, then I'd rather lose.

He heads over to the table to pick up a stacks of leaflets, and sighs.

Adam: We do this fair and square or we don't do it at all. 

He shoves half of the leaflets at Glenvil.

Glenvil: Hmm.

He follows Adam out.

Sir Alec's office. Foyle stands talking to him while Pierce sits at the table.

Foyle: It would help to have access to the place. 

Sir Alec: Miss Pierce? 

Pierce: Yes. That won't be easy. 

Sir Alec: Oh, whyever not? What exactly is the function of Barton Hall? 

Pierce: They eavesdrop on Soviet radio traffic, extract call signs, frequencies, pass on messages to the Americans. They like to keep themselves to themselves. 

Foyle: Well, a little interdepartmental cooperation might be sensible in the circumstances? 

Sir Alec: What are you hoping to find? 

Foyle: It's not impossible there's a link between the place and the d*ad Russian. 

Pierce: Is it necessary? We know Evelyn Greene is our leak. 

Foyle: She may well be the leak. But how did she know when to disappear? 

Pierce stands up.

Pierce: Three d*ad defectors in her care. She knew it was only a matter of time before we found her! 

Foyle: Well, her timing was perfect. A lucky guess, or was she told? 

Mrs Green's house. Adam sits with her in the front room. A woman comes in and picks up a bucket off of a mattress lying on the floor.

Mrs Green: I'm sorry for the mess. It's a bit crowded in here. We're still waiting for the compensation. 

Adam: I plan to do something about that if I'm elected. 

Mrs Green: It's nice of you to come by, but I want you to know, I'm not political. My Alfred was the Labour man. I can't remember the last time I voted for anything. 

Adam: Well, I'm not here for your vote. I just wanted to see how you were. But even if you don't vote for me, you should still vote. It's what we fought for. 

Mrs Green takes a sip of her tea, and is silent for a moment.

Mrs Green: I lost Alfred at the end of the w*r. He was on a minesweeper when it was sunk by a U-boat. Two days in the water before they picked him up. He caught pneumonia. Died on VE day. Dunno what I'll do if I've lost Evelyn as well. There's just no reason to go on, is there? 

Adam: Please, don't think like that. There's always a reason. Have you heard from the police? 

Mrs Green: No, not a word. 

Adam: Well, I'm going to speak to them myself about this. I'm sure they'll find her. 

Mrs Green: Something awful's happened to her. I can feel it. 

Wainwright house, night. Foyle's car is parked outside.

Inside. Foyle and the Wainwrights are sitting round the dinner table. Foyle hands his plate over to Sam as she clears up.

Foyle: Very nice. Thank you. 

Sam takes the plates off to the kitchen.

Adam: Er, there was something we wanted to talk to you about. 

Foyle: What's that? 

Adam: Well... 

Sam returns to the table.

Sam: Erm, one of Adam's constituents has a daughter who has been missing for some time. The woman is distraught because she has no idea what's happened to her and the police don't appear to be doing anything about it. We thought you might be able to help. 

Foyle: What makes you think that? 

Sam: Yesterday, at the office, I accidentally came across a file on the missing woman. We thought it might be a clue as how to find her. 

Foyle: What does, "accidentally" mean? 

Sam: Mr Valentine requested the file. I took a look inside. 

Foyle: Well, information on file within the service is not for public discussion. I'm not at liberty to talk about it, neither are you. They're the rules. So what else did you find out? 

Sam: That she works at the Foreign Office. 

Foyle: What's her name? 

Sam: Green. Evelyn Green. 

Adam: This is my fault, sir. Mr Foyle's right. This isn't something we should get involved in. 

Sam: She's going to be one of your constituents. And nobody seems to care that she's disappeared into thin air! 

Adam: I do. 

Foyle: Leave it with me. 

Outside. Sam walks Foyle out to his car.

Foyle: Don't open files unless asked. Get yourself into trouble. 

Sam: I didn't intend to. I felt compelled when I saw the name. And I also overheard Mr Valentine ask Charlotte to let him know how your investigation's going. Why he can't just ask you himself? 

Foyle: Oh? I see. 

They exchange a look, then Sam heads back to the house as Foyle gets into his car and drives away.

Barton Hall, daylight. Sam drives Foyle up to the building. There are multiple soldiers on patrol.

CAPTION: Barton Hall

Foyle gets out while Sam stays sitting in the car. Two army officers, Major James McDonald and Lieutenant Colonel Harry Galt, come out of the building to meet him.

McDonald: Mr Foyle? McDonald. Major James McDonald. 

They shake hands.

Foyle: How do you do? 

McDonald: Good to see you. This is Lieutenant Colonel Galt. He's in charge of the station. 

Foyle and Galt shake hands.

Foyle: How do you do? 

Galt: Shall we get on? 

McDonald: You must have friends in very high places, Mr Foyle, to be allowed a guided tour like this. 

They walk past a grey car parked nearby, and Foyle takes note of the dented front wing and bent-up headlight.

Foyle: Well, your time is very much appreciated. Thank you. 

McDonald: Now, as I am sure you know, our job is to collect radio traffic which is then encrypted and sent on to be analysed. That's our DF hut. 

He gestures to a wooden hut some distance away.

McDonald: It has to be a hundred yards or so away from the main building to minimise interference. Shall we continue? 

Foyle: Yes, of course. 

They walk on through the grounds.

Back at the car, Sam gets out and begins to stroll through the grounds. The soldier on guard by the building's front door stops two others passing by.

Soldier: Watch the young lady, will you? 

They head off after Sam.

Foyle and his escorts are rounding the back of the building.

Galt: Why don't we show Mr Foyle the transcription room? We haven't got all day, after all. 

He heads inside. There's a muffled cry from inside the building, and Foyle notices a basement window set into the wall.

McDonald: Look, I'm sorry Mr Foyle. Don't mind Colonel Galt, it's just his manner. 

Foyle: Mmm. 

They follow Galt into the building.

McDonald: This way. 

As they enter, Foyle sees a soldier heading down the basement stairs. His escorts load him off in the opposite direction.

Transcription room. A number of men in civilian clothes are listening on headsets.

Galt: Here it is. 

They walk through the room.

McDonald: Much of what we intercept we transcribe here by hand, and then we send it on to Bletchley Park by motorbike.

Galt: As you can see it's all rather technical and a little dull. 

Foyle: Well, not at all. Fascinating. 

McDonald: We're just taking dictation, aren't we, Colonel? 

Foyle: Mm-hmm.

McDonald: The heavy lifting's done by the codebreakers. 

Foyle: Mm-hmm.

They follow Galt back out into the front hallway.

McDonald: The room is manned 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. 

Galt: There you have it. 

Foyle: Ah. And the rest of the house? 

Galt: Upstairs, sleeping quarters for the men. Radio equipment in the basement. Off limits, I'm afraid. To be honest, just a tangle of wires and little boxes that beep. Drink? 

He gestures Foyle to a room on the left. McDonald looks back towards the transcription room, absently scratching at his right wrist, then follows them.

Outside. Sam is still walking round the grounds. She pauses by a parked motorbike and the dispatch rider winks at her as he walks back to it. As she turns away, she spots something on the ground and picks it up. It's a leather bow, like the one on the pair of shoes that Charlotte showed her. Straightening up, she sees a group of soldiers watching her, and turns and walks back the way she came.

Library. Foyle watches out of the window as a solider walks past outside.

Galt: So you understand, what we do here is vital to national security. 

He brings Foyle over a drink.

Foyle: Thank you. 

Galt: Your discretion is taken for granted. 

Foyle: Well, of course. 

There's a knock on the door.

Galt: Excuse me.

A man in a suit enters and hands Galt a message, then leaves again. Galt takes a monocle out of his pocket to read it.

Galt: Hmm. 

Foyle: Er, just one question. 

Galt: Which is? 

Foyle: We've been trying to identify a suspected Russian agent who turned up in a hospital not far from here. Any idea who he might be? 

Galt: Really? It is a concern. 

Foyle: Well, not any longer, he's d*ad. su1c1de apparently. And a doctor at the very same hospital, coincidentally, has also been found d*ad. A Doctor Ross. Mean anything? 

Galt: Ross. 

He looks at McDonald.

McDonald: No. 

Galt: Again, not familiar. Sorry. 

Outside. Galt leads Foyle back out. Sam is now back, standing waiting by the car.

Galt: If you'll excuse me? 

He walks over to a give a file to the dispatch rider. A couple of soldiers come up to speak with McDonald.

Inside. Foyle returns to the transcription room. All the men he saw on duty before have left their desks and are now chatting cheerfully in the next room. He turns to head back out into the hall. He sees a soldier coming out of the basement with a tray full of plates and mugs.

Outside. Galt turns back from speaking to the dispatch rider, and realises Foyle has disappeared. He hurries back towards the house.

Galt: McDonald. Foyle!

McDonald follows him in. Foyle is still standing in the hallway.

Galt: Mr Foyle. 

Foyle: Ah, there you are! Beg your pardon. Forgot the hat. 

He holds up his hat, which he's had in his hand the whole time.

Galt: Ah. This way please. 

Foyle: Yes, of course. Thank you, very enlightening. 

Later. Sam and Foyle are driving back from the building.

Foyle: Well, there's something going on in the cellar that wasn't part of the tour. And the activity in the transcript room was clearly for my benefit. 

Sam: Yes. There is something odd about the place. Did you see any women about? 

Foyle: No. 

Sam: I found this. 

She shows him the bow.

Foyle: What's that? 

Sam: It's the bow from a pair of coupon busters. 

He takes it from her.

Foyle: What are they? 

Sam: Shoes. All the girls are wearing them. Yet not a woman in sight. 

Foyle: Incidentally, 'ten eye' turns out to be 'tin eye' and is the name given to a man with a monocle. 

Sam: Hmm.

Foyle: Let Charlotte know, would you? 

Sam: Of course. 

Mrs Green's house. She leads Adam, Sam and Foyle inside.

Adam: This is Mr Foyle and his assistant. They, they used to work for the police. 

Mrs Green shakes hands with them both.

Foyle: How do you do?

Mrs Green: Hello. Do, do sit down. 

Foyle: We hoped you wouldn't mind, er, telling us a bit about your daughter? 

Mrs Green: Look, I already told the police everything. 

Foyle: Well, just to make sure they haven't missed anything. Is that all right? She's how old? 

Mrs Green: 27, three weeks ago. 

Foyle: And she's working at...? 

Mrs Green: Leyton's, the haberdashers. She's been there about a year. 

Foyle: Mm-hmm.

Sam: Not the Foreign Office? 

Mrs Green: Foreign Office? 

She looks at Adam in confusion.

Foyle: Might there be a photograph of her we could take a look at? 

She gets up and picks up a framed photo from the mantelpiece.

Mrs Green: This was taken on her birthday. 

Foyle looks at the photograph.

Foyle: New shoes? 

Mrs Green: That's right. She got them for her birthday. Coupon busters, she so wanted them. She was wearing them when she went missing. 

There's the sound of the door and her grandson, Mikey, and his sister run into the room.

Mikey: Nana! Look.

He's holding a toy bow and arrow.

Mrs Green: Ah! That's lovely! 

The children's parents walk past in the hall.

Girl: Bye, Daddy! 

Mikey: We sh*t a bow and arrow in the garden. 

Mrs Green: Did you, Mikey?

Sam and Foyle head back out into the hallway.

Foyle: So, what do you think? 

Sam: There are two Evelyn Greens. One of them's at Barton Hall. Where's the other one? 

Foyle: East Berlin. 

He opens the door and holds it for Sam.

Sam: But what possible reason could there be for this Evelyn Green to be at Barton Hall? 

He follows her out.

Foyle: Yup. 

MI5 building, reception area. There's a buzz of activity. The receptionist is on the phone.

Receptionist: Because there's far too much to do.

Upstairs. Foyle walks along the hallway towards Valentine's office.

Valentine (offscreen): I'm not asking you to do anything very difficult. So just do it!

Man (offscreen): Yes sir!

The man leaves and Foyle walks in. Valentine is standing by the window, rubbing his forehead.

Foyle: Problem? 

Valentine: Bloody Foreign Office. Can I help you? 

He heads back to his desk.

Foyle: Well, how nice that would be. Galt. Lieutenant Colonel Harry Galt. Dealings with him? 

Valentine: Not personally, no. 

Foyle: What can you tell me? 

Valentine: Mmm, not known for his easy-going charm, I hear. 

Foyle: What is he known for? 

Valentine: Oh, erm, Far East, section five. Counter-espionage. A very effective officer by all accounts. 

Foyle: So, wasted at a Y-station, would you say? 

Valentine: Yes, I suppose he is. 

He picks up his pen and turns back to his work.

Foyle: Ah. That's as helpful as you get, is it? 

He moves to leave.

Valentine: Oh, would you mind closing the door? 

Foyle closes it behind him. Valentine sighs and takes a drag on his cigarette, rubbing his forehead again.

Outside. Daniel Willis meets with Foyle next to his parked car.

Foyle: Thanks for coming. 

Willis: A pleasure. I'm not sure if this is still part of the interview.

Foyle: Unfortunately not. It didn't go your way I'm afraid. The service doesn't appear to be ready for you yet. 

Willis: I'd hoped I'd done enough. 

Foyle: Well, little to do with you, er, apart from not going to the right school, perhaps. 

Willis: Then why am I here?

Foyle: There's a job I can offer you, er, which you'd be perfectly entitled to refuse. It'd be off the record and regrettably off the payroll. 

Willis: I'm happy to help the service. 

Foyle: Well, you should hear what I'm asking you to do first. 

He leads Willis to his car.

Foyle: Get in the back. 

They both get in.

Foyle: It's perhaps a combination of, er, information gathering and salvage operation. 

He gives Willis the photo of Evelyn Green.

Foyle: With not a bridge in sight, you'll be pleased to hear. 

Willis: Is she the incentive? 

Foyle brings out a set of blueprints.

Foyle: She is the salvage. Her name is Evelyn Green. I think she's being held at this place, Barton Hall. 

Ross house, basement lab. Katrin leads Foyle into the room.

Katrin: When Ian got back from the car accident he came straight down here and started working. The only thing on his mind was some blood tests he wanted to check. He conducted experiments here for his research. So disorganised. I tried to help him to sort out this mess, but he liked it this way.

Foyle: What are these? 

He gestures to a glass specimen case.

Katrin: Oh, tick, er, ticks. Tick bites, insect bites, part of his study into infectious diseases. He plans... planned to specialise. 

Sitting room. Foyle sits on the sofa while Katrin pours a cup of tea.

Foyle: What do you think you'll do now? 

Katrin: I was going to apply for British Nationality once we were married, but they have told me I must go back to Germany. 

As she gives Foyle his cup of tea he sees the number on her arm. She withdraws her arm and covers it, sitting down in an armchair.

Foyle: And you'd be unlikely to want to do that? 

Katrin: Yes. 

Foyle: You survived. 

Katrin: I did. The rest of my family did not. I survived. And now there are people in our home and they won't leave. It has happened to so many Jews. They thought their troubles would be over when they opened the gates to Belsen and Dachau, but they were just beginning. What if it happens again? If Stalin has his way, it could. 

Foyle: Might be possible to get you authorisation to stay.

Katrin: I don't have the proper papers. I don't even have my birth certificate. It's hopeless. Officially I do not exist. The more I think about it, it is possible Ian took his own life. He was deported for some articles he wrote criticising Das Dritte Reich. And when I went to Auschwitz, he blamed himself. He kept asking me what it was like there. I couldn't tell him what I saw. He was too fragile for that. How could he do it? How could he leave me? 

DS Jones's office. He's at work at his office when the telephone rings.

Jones: DS Jones? 

Foyle (over phone): Foyle here. We met at Doctor Ross' house.

Jones: Mr Foyle. 

Foyle (over phone): Yes.

Cut to Foyle in his office at MI5.

Foyle: I wondered if you'd be able to help with some information about a car accident about five days ago, possible military vehicle? 

Woods near Barton Hall. The grey car with the damaged front wing is driving along. Foyle, parked behind a tree in a layby, starts to follow it.

A different hospital in a built-up area. McDonald walks through the gates of the car park, heading back to the grey car. Foyle gets out of his own car where he's parked next to it, and approaches him.

Foyle: Is that still giving you trouble? 

McDonald: I beg your pardon? 

Foyle: Your wrist. I spotted it was bothering you the last time we met. 

McDonald: It's a tick bite, I think. Damn thing's infected. How do you know about this? 

Foyle: Well, I understand you were involved in a bit of a car accident the other night? 

McDonald: That's right. I'm not used to these country roads. I had a dizzy turn and before I knew it I ended up in a ditch.  

Foyle: And you-

McDonald: I'm sorry, I have a meeting. Is there anything else I can help you with? 

Foyle: Well, I sincerely hope so. I've come to give you another opportunity to tell me the truth. 

McDonald: I'm sorry? 

Foyle: The Russian's last words were "Tin Eye". Colonel Galt is known as Tin Eye, correct? 

McDonald: He is. 

Foyle: So he knew exactly who Galt was and quite obviously spent time at Barton Hall. You denied this. 

Later. The two of them are walking along together.

McDonald: You must understand. This can't go any further. 

Foyle: Of course. 

McDonald: We discovered this Russian trying to break in. Colonel Galt assumed he was spying and had him detained. Personally I thought he was just looking for food. 

Foyle: And what about his wounds? 

McDonald: Galt is an exceptional CO, but he was quite paranoid about this man. He suspected he might be a spy and allowed some of the men to get carried away while they were questioning him. Personally, I didn't think he was a spy. He claimed to be a refugee. I believed him. There must be hundreds like him who defected at the end of the w*r. Anyway, when this Russian realised that Galt didn't believe him... he thought he was going to be deported and sent back to Russia. That seemed to be the last straw. He got hold of a Kn*fe and tried to k*ll himself. We were taking him to a military hospital when he made a run for it. 

Foyle: And you didn't tell me any of this before because...? 

McDonald: We can't attract attention to ourselves. 

Foyle: What's his name? 

McDonald: Palenko. I think that's what he said. 

MI5 reception area. A dispatch rider enters the building just as Sam is coming down the stairs. She stops on the staircase to watch him as he takes his helmet off. It's the man who winked at her at Barton Hall. He goes to give a file to the receptionist, then pretends to snatch it back.

Dispatch Rider: D'you wanna sign for it? 

They both laugh.

Dispatch Rider: Sorry.

He sits down opposite her and she starts chatting to him as if they're old friends. Sam turns to continue down the stairs.

Receptionist (offscreen): You know Mr Valentine works very hard.

Dispatch Rider (offscreen): I know.

Sam pauses for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, watching the two of them, then heads on through into the typing pool. Foyle follows her in.

Foyle: Sam. 

Sam: Sir. 

Foyle: I need you to get me the file on Lieutenant Colonel Harry Galt. Leave it in my office, would-

He moves to leave again and she stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

Sam: Er, I don't know if this is important or not, but I just saw the dispatch rider from Barton Hall here. 

Foyle: Right. Hmm. 

He leaves. From her desk behind them, Charlotte watches him go. Then she picks up the phone and dials.

Outside Barton Hall, night. Daniel Willis, dressed in black with a bag over his shoulder creeps up to the outer wall and watches as a car is let in through the gates.

Soldier: Good evening, sergeant.

Soldier 2: Evening, sir. 

Willis sneaks on along the outside of the wall. He cuts a section of barbed wire so he can climb inside. He runs across the grounds to take cover behind the DF hut.

By the main building two soldiers are on duty. McDonald comes up to them as one is lighting his cigarette.

McDonald: Who's got the lighter? 

Soldier: I have, sir. 

McDonald: What's that? 

There's a flickering light visible in the woods outside the wall.

McDonald: Let's take a look. 

Willis watches as the three of them head off towards the light. Then he shines his torch onto the set of blueprints. A tunnel in the s*ab yard is marked. He looks around, then dashes towards the main building.

Woods outside Barton Hall. McDonald and the two soldiers make their way through the trees.

Tunnel. Willis makes his way along the dark, empty tunnel, shining his torch back to check for any pursuit.

Woods. McDonald and the others are still searching.

Tunnel. The sound of discordant, tinkly music can be heard up ahead. Willis reaches a door through into a lit-up area and sees a record on a turntable. He picks the lock.

On the other side of the door, a soldier drags a prisoner with cuffed hands into the corridor and forces him up against a wall. Willis takes photos through the windows with a miniature camera. The soldier puts a p*stol against the back of the prisoner's head and pulls the trigger. It clicks, empty. The prisoner sobs and sags to the ground as the soldier laughs. Willis takes more photos.

Soldier: Up.

He shoves the prisoner through a door, and Willis takes his chance to enter the detention area. He flattens himself against a wall.

Woods. McDonald and the two soldiers run into a clearing. They see the source of the moving light, a battery-powered light hung from a branch so that it swings back and forth.

McDonald: Oh, Lord! Get back! Get back, quickly! 

They start to run back through the woods.

Basement. Willis sneaks up on the soldier as he comes back out, and whacks him over the back of the head. He lays him down on the ground, and takes the needle off the record. In the silence, he hears Evelyn sobbing. He grabs the set of keys the soldier left and hurries to open her cell. As he opens the door, she huddles back into the corner on the bed and screams. Willis raises a finger to his lips and crouches beside her.

Willis: Calm down! Evelyn, isn't it? Let's get you out of here, shall we? 

She takes his hand and he leads her out towards the door that he came through.

Willis: Come on. 

Staircase. Galt looks down the basement stairs, then starts hurrying down.

Tunnel. Willis leads Evelyn through the door out of the detention area and they run off along the tunnel.

Basement. Galt notices the unconscious soldier and then hurries to check on Evelyn's open cell.

Galt: Guard! Guard! 

He runs back along the corridor to set off an alarm.

Grounds. McDonald and the two soldiers run back past the DF hut as the alarms start wailing.

Down in the tunnel, Willis and Evelyn are still running.

Grounds. McDonald and the soldiers reach the main building as Galt is just directing more soldiers to start the search.

Galt: The girl's gone! Zone one! You two, zone two! 

McDonald: What happened? 

Galt: She's gone. 

McDonald: How? 

Galt: She must have got out through the tunnel. 

Willis and Evelyn run from the cover of the DF hut towards the trees. One of the soldiers spots them.

Soldier: Sir! Over here! 

Galt: There they are! Get after them! 

He hands a p*stol to McDonald, who heads after the escapees.

McDonald (offscreen): Come on, come on. Move it!

Galt jumps into a Jeep.

Galt: Main gate! 

Woods. Willis and Evelyn run through the trees.

Willis: Come on. 

McDonald (offscreen): After them! Faster.

Willis: Through here. 

He pulls Evelyn with him through the trees and she cries out. He stops amid the trees as the searchers draw near.

Willis: Wait! 

Then he starts moving again.

Willis: Let's go! Come on.

McDonald: They're back on the path! Go, go, go! Keep going, men!

Willis: This way. 

He and Evelyn reach a car parked under the trees.

Willis: Get in! 

Soldier: Off to the left, there's a car! 

The car drives away just as McDonald's group of soldiers burst out of the trees behind it. There are a few g*n as it drives away.

McDonald: Leave it! Hold your f*re! 

He stands panting, out of breath.

Library. Galt takes a drink and gestures at McDonald.

Galt: How did this happen? 

McDonald: With all due respect, sir, my expertise lies in interrogation, not security. In any case, it wasn't our decision to bring the girl here. 

Galt: If she talks, we've had it. Whole operation up in smoke. God, I wish I was back in Malaya.

Flashback. Evelyn Green leaves her mother's house.

Evelyn: Bye, Mum! 

Evelyn (voiceover): We live in a b*mb-out house in West Peckham. My mum, my sister and her family. 

As she walks along the street, a man standing smoking steps into her path.

Evelyn (voiceover): Anyway, it was Sunday morning and I was on my way to church. 

A car drives slowly along beside her.

Evelyn (voiceover): They was waiting for me. "Are you Evelyn Green?" they asked. 

As the man moves to intercept her, another gets out of the car. They grab her and shove her inside it.

Wainwright house. Evelyn is telling her story to Adam, Sam, Foyle and Willis.

Evelyn: And then bundled me into a car.

Adam gives her a cup of tea.

Evelyn: Thank you. They looked at my identity card, then drove me to this big house in the country, surrounded by soldiers. They wouldn't answer any of my questions. They just took me to the basement, put me in a cell. I knew there'd been some kind of mix-up. So did they. I could hear people arguing about me. But then the music started, and it didn't stop. Even so, I could still hear men screaming. 

Foyle: See any of them? 

Flashback to Evelyn in her cell, poking a nail file into a slit in the door.

Evelyn: There was a crack in my wooden door. I made it bigger with a nail file so I could see out. I wanted to know what was going on, what kind of place it was.

Cut back to the present.

Evelyn: There were guards in uniform coming and going. And then, later that night... 

Flashback to Evelyn peering through the crack. A man's voice shouts something in Russian.

Evelyn (voiceover): I heard this man, shouting, in Russian I think it was. He was one or two cells down. And then...

A man passes in front of the crack that Evelyn's looking through.

Evelyn (voiceover): I saw a man in a bloody shirt stagger past my door.

Evelyn draws back and lays her head against the cell door, breathing shakily.

Cut back to the present.

Evelyn: And he was followed a moment later by another man in uniform, but he wasn't a guard. 

Foyle: Would you recognise him? 

Evelyn: No. I didn't really see their faces. 

Foyle nods.

Later. Willis walks into the kitchen with Foyle.

Willis: It appears to be a psychological interrogation unit. Officially they don't exist. During the w*r they concealed prisoners from the Red Cross and questioned them using whatever methods they deemed appropriate. They'll be deprived of sleep, starved of food, mock executions, that type of thing.

Adam (offscreen): If you need anything...

Willis: The girl must be a mistake. 

Foyle looks through the hatchway into the main room, where Sam and Adam are just leading Evelyn out of the room.

Willis: Can't see any other reason why she'd be taken. 

He gives Foyle a set of keys and the miniature camera.

Foyle: Thank you. 

Willis nods and leaves through the back door.

Guest bedroom. Sam is just turning down the bed. Evelyn is now wearing a robe.

Sam: I've put a hot water bottle in here for you. 

Evelyn: Thank you. So, do you think it'll be safer if I stay here for a few days? 

Sam: Yes, I do. 

Hallway. Adam is just seeing Foyle out.

Adam: Thank you. 

Foyle: Goodnight. 

He leaves, and Adam closes the door behind him. Sam comes out into the hall.

Sam: We need to let Mrs Green know she's here first thing in the morning. No one else. If... um, when you get elected, you need to do something about this. 

Adam: I don't know if I can. Not if it's anything to do with the Official Secrets Act. There is one thing we need to do before I'm elected. 

Sam: Oh, yes? 

Adam: Vote. It's polling day tomorrow. 

Sam: Oh, Adam, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot.

They smile at each other and she takes him by the hand to pull him after her.

MI5 building. Foyle is walking through the reception area.

Man: Thanks very much. 

Secretary: Yes, sir.

Charlotte walks in as he reaches the foot of the stairs.

Charlotte: Morning, Mr Foyle. 

Foyle: Morning. 

Charlotte: That file you requested, Colonel Galt? 

Foyle: Oh, yes? 

Charlotte: I'm afraid it's restricted. Section Chiefs only. 

She walks ahead, and Foyle heads on up the stairs.

Valentine's office. He's at work at his desk, and looks up as the door opens. Foyle walks in.

Foyle: Arthur. What is it you don't want me to find? 

Valentine: I beg your pardon? 

Foyle: Restricted files for Section Chiefs only? It's beginning to feel like an investigation being obstructed. 

Valentine: I've got better things to do than that. 

Foyle: What are you hiding? 

Valentine sets his pen down and sits back. Foyle sits down opposite him.

Foyle: Do I need to remind you how much you can trust me? 

Valentine: Between you and me, I'm in a bit of hole. We were tipped off that there was a, a mole in the Foreign Office, passing information onto the Soviets and I was asked to bring her in. I was given her name, Evelyn Green, and her address on a pink chit, so I picked her up, passed her on. Only to discover that we'd got the wrong woman. A completely innocent Evelyn Green. I don't understand it. I was given her name and address on a pink chit. So it was only partly my fault. Meyerson, he's going to want a scapegoat and it looks like it's gonna be me.

Foyle: When did you find out you'd made the mistake? 

Valentine: When the real Evelyn Greene turned up in East Berlin. 

Foyle: Where did the pink chit come from? 

Valentine: Barton Hall. 

Foyle: Between you and me, I think it'll help if you let me take a look at these files. 

Valentine: All right. 

He takes a pair of files out of a drawer and hands them across to Foyle.

Foyle: Thank you. 

He takes a look at the folders.

Foyle: These only go back to '38?

Valentine: How far do you want to go back? 

Foyle: Well, how about the beginning? 

Street outside the Wainwright house. Mrs Green makes her way to the house and knocks on the front door. Sam opens it.

Sam: Mrs Green. Hello! 

Evelyn steps up behind her.

Evelyn: Mum! 

The two of them embrace, laughing and sobbing.

Mrs Green: Oh! 

She turns to Sam.

Mrs Green: Thank you. Thank you. 

Evelyn: Thank you. 

Later. Sam is pinning a rosette on Adam's jacket while Glenvil drinks tea in the background.

Adam: Wish me luck. 

Sam: Good luck. Got your speech? 

Adam: Yep. 

He speaks to Evelyn, who's sitting in one of the armchairs.

Adam: Remember not to answer the door to anyone apart from us. Glenvil. 

Glenvil: Indeed. 

The three of them head out, leaving Evelyn behind.

Barton Hall. A Jeep drives towards the gate and Galt gets out. He approaches Foyle where he's parked outside the barrier.

Galt: Foyle. We've had a security breach. I'm afraid you'll have to leave immediately. 

Foyle: Can't wait. One or two questions before I do.

Galt: You're not listening. 

Foyle: Well, technically, neither are you. This isn't a Y station, it's an interrogation centre, in which at least one person has been m*rder. So, one or two questions. 

Galt gestures for the guards to raise the barrier. Galt gets back into the Jeep, which backs up, allowing Foyle to drive in.

Later. Galt and Foyle stand in the library.

Galt: We're developing new interrogation techniques. The intelligence we extract is passed directly to MI5. You see, v*olence can often result in the wrong answers. A good interrogator seeks the truth, without resorting to brutality. 

Foyle: A technique, er, not applied in Palenko's case, it would seem? 

Galt: Palenko was rounded up in a general sweep. He had no identification. We suspected him of being a Russian spy and went to work on him. He cracked and tried to take his own life. 

Foyle: The man, er, Ross saw following Palenko to the hospital the night he died, would that have been you by any chance? 

Galt straightens his jacket and goes over to dial the phone on the desk.

Galt: You don't have the authority to question me or anyone else at Barton Hall. 

A soldier opens the door.

Soldier: Sir? 

Galt: Escort Mr Foyle out. 

Foyle moves to leave.

Galt: It is your duty to leave here and never speak of this again. 

Foyle: Well, our ideas of duty obviously differ quite considerably. 

he walks out.

Polling station. Glenvil stands outside with a clipboard. Adam walks over to join him as a man gets out of a car to head inside.

Glenvil: Good afternoon, sir. 

Man: Good afternoon.

A woman comes out of the front gate.

Glenvil: Excuse me, would you mind telling me who you voted for? 

She holds up a hand.

Woman: Er, no. 

Adam: How's it... 

He breaks off to smile at another woman heading in.

Adam: Good afternoon. 

He turns back to Glenvil.

Adam: How's it looking? 

Glenvil: It's close. But, er... this helped. 

He shows Adam a newspaper. Adam unfolds it to see the front page headline reads CONSERVATIVE CANDIDATE TRADES ON BLACK MARKET.

Adam: Please tell me this wasn't you? 

Glenvil turns away to intercept another voter.

Glenvil: Er, excuse me, would you mind telling me who you voted for, please? 

Ross house. Katrin leads Foyle inside.

Foyle: Mrs Ross. I'm not at all sure how much comfort this will be to you, but your husband didn't k*ll himself. 

Katrin: He didn't? 

Foyle: No. 

Katrin: Oh.

Foyle: When he returned home after the car accident, you mentioned he was eager to check some blood samples, am I right? 

Katrin: Yes. 

Foyle: Were these samples taken at the accident? 

Katrin: I believe so, yes. 

Foyle: Where might we find these? 

Katrin: Please. 

She gestures for him to follow her.

Basement lab. Katrin looks through a microscope at a blood sample.

Katrin: This must have been what he was last working on. Yes, this is the blood sample, and, er, this must be the result. 

She hands Foyle a sheet of paper. He tries to read the writing, then shows it to her.

Foyle: What does that say? 

Katrin: Er, someone suffering from tick-borne encephalitis. Fatal without treatment. I saw a lot of it in the camp. 

MI5 building. As Foyle walks through the reception area, Charlotte hurries out of a door behind him.

Charlotte: Sir? 

Foyle: Yes. 

Charlotte: Gait's file's on your desk. 

Thank you. I'd like James McDonald's as well. Would that be a problem? 

Charlotte: Not at all. 

Foyle: Good, thank you. 

Sir Alec's office. He and Valentine are at the table while Pierce stands in front of it with Galt.

Sir Alec: Absolutely nothing to do with us! 

Galt: Too much of a coincidence to ignore. The man's given carte blanche to wander all over the place, and within 48 hours there's a major security breach.

Sir Alec: If that's the case, it was done without the knowledge or authorisation of this office. 

Galt: What's more, he turned up again this morning! Nerve of the man! 

Sir Alec: And the wrong girl, why haven't I been told about that? 

Pierce: I've only just heard about her myself. You're not suggesting that Foyle broke in? 

Galt: Of course not! 

Valentine: Then who? 

Galt: Unidentified, but you can bet your boots he's connected to Foyle. 

Sir Alec: Well, how much does Foyle know about the place? 

Galt: More than he should. 

Sir Alec: And whose fault is that? 

Galt: Well, I didn't invite the blighter in! All right, I accept there may have been mistakes. 

Valentine: I take my share of the blame, sir. 

The door opens.

Charlotte (offscreen): Sir? 

Sir Alec: I asked not to be disturbed! 

Foyle comes through the door behind Charlotte, holding a stack of files.

Charlotte: Mr Foyle is- 

Foyle: I do beg your pardon. Sorry to interrupt. 

He spots Galt.

Foyle: Colonel.

Sir Alec (offscreen): Thank you, Charlotte.

She leaves.

Sir Alec: Foyle, come in. You do have some questions to answer. 

Foyle: Well, that'll make a change. 

Sir Alec: The break-in at Barton Hall. How much do you know about it? 

Foyle: Oh, only what I heard this morning. 

Sir Alec: A girl's gone missing. 

Foyle: Another one? 

Galt: This is important, man.

Sir Alec: And we have reason to believe you know where she is. 

Galt: She's in possession of confidential information. If it gets out, our entire work could be fatally undermined. 

Foyle: It already has been. 

Galt: Explain yourself. 

Foyle: At some point recently, was McDonald absent from the unit? 

Galt: I said, explain yourself. I'm sick and tired of your damn questions! 

Foyle: Well, occupational hazard, colonel. Would that be correct? 

Galt: Yes, I gave him 48 hours' leave after the Russian was interrogated. Why? 

Foyle: And were you both present at that interrogation? 

Galt: Yes. McDonald translated. 

Foyle: Well, you won't be pleased to learn that he's been responsible for undermining your unit for some considerable time. 

He approaches the table with his stack of folders. Galt puts his monocle in.

Galt: James McDonald? 

Foyle: The Russian even made a dying attempt to warn you... "Tin Eye". This is McDonald's file. 

He sets it down on the table.

Foyle: Does no one ever read these things? 

As he steps away, Galt, Valentine and Pierce crowd in to look at it. On top is a photo of the members of a Cambridge University debating society, which includes both McDonald and Evelyn Greene.

West Peckham Town Hall. Glenvil and Adam stand on the steps as ballot boxes are carried into the building. Sam hurries up the steps to join them.

Sam: What's the news? 

Glenvil: It's neck and neck according to my own poll. 

Adam: Not much we can do now. 

Sam: Well, that's good, isn't it? 

Barton Hall. Galt heads into the building, followed by Foyle and a soldier with a r*fle. They head up the stairs.

McDonald's room. Galt throws the door open, and McDonald grabs a revolver from a table to aim at them. He's sitting in an armchair, looking ill. A half-packed suitcase lies on the bed.

McDonald: Colonel Galt. Mr Foyle. D'you mind if I don't get up? I'm not feeling too dandy at the moment. Can't seem to shake this bug off. 

Foyle: Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you Major McDonald, but you're unlikely to feel dandy ever again. 

He turns to the soldier holding his r*fle on McDonald.

Foyle: Get an ambulance. 

Galt gives the soldier a nod and he moves to obey. Foyle closes the door.

McDonald: I don't understand. 

Foyle: I do. You have a condition called encephalitis, contracted through your tick-bite. It att*cks the central nervous system and is fatal without treatment. Your infection has gone untreated because the person who made the diagnosis and the only person in the position to be able to treat you, is the person you m*rder. Doctor Ian Ross. You k*lled him in the belief that he'd recognised you at the car accident. He hadn't. What he did recognise was the condition, as a result of the blood samples he took and that the condition cannot be contracted in this country. It is common, however, in parts of Europe. East Berlin for example, which is where you were infected, while escorting Evelyn Green into the Russian Zone. You two were at Cambridge together, weren't you? 

McDonald is silent.

Foyle: Well, I have all the time in the world. 

McDonald pants for breath.

McDonald: We met at the debating society. I was a postgraduate, she was younger. Highly intelligent... and beautiful. I've never seen anyone so beautiful. We're kindred spirits. We were both sickened by the class system. The snobbery, the hypocrisy, the greed. We've been lovers - and comrades - ever since. Palenko deserved to die. He betrayed the cause. 

Flashback to Palenko's interrogation. Water pours onto the ground from where Palenko lies strapped down with a towel over his face. Galt and McDonald watch, then move away him.

Galt: Now we're getting somewhere. Find out who she is. 

Palenko pulls the towel off of his face. McDonald questions him in Russian and Palenko responds in the same language, finally ending with:

Palenko: Evelyn Greene. 

Galt: Evelyn Greene? Where? 

McDonald asks another question and Palenko replies. McDonald translates for Galt.

McDonald: Foreign Office. 

Galt: Right. 

Upstairs. McDonald follows Galt away from the basement stairs.

McDonald: I don't trust him. He'll say anything. He could be a Trojan horse for all we know. 

Galt: I agree. All the same, we should inform MI5 about this woman in the Foreign Office. 

McDonald: But shouldn't we verify his story before we accuse someone of being a spy? 

Galt: We have no choice. They need to pick her up immediately. Do it. 

McDonald: Sir? 

Galt: Something the matter? 

McDonald: As a matter of fact there is, sir. It's my sister's husband, there's been a dreadful accident. She's not coping very well. I was wondering if I...? 

Galt: Palenko's not going anywhere. How much time do you need? 

McDonald: 48 hours. 

Galt: 48 hours, then. 

McDonald: Thank you, sir. 

Cut back to the present.

McDonald: I gave MI5 details of another Evelyn Green at a different address. Then I made a phone call. 

Flashback to McDonald making the call from a phone box.

Evelyn Greene (over phone): Kensington 3487?

McDonald: Is your bag packed? 

Greene house.

McDonald (over phone): Evelyn?

Evelyn Greene: Yes. 

McDonald (over phone): Get out now. Meet me at Paddington Station. 

Evelyn takes her passport and suitcase and leaves the house.

Cut back to the present.

McDonald: Evelyn had an interzone ID card. We'd prepared one for just such an event. 

Foyle: What about Palenko? 

McDonald: I was ordered to return and silence him.

Flashback to Palenko lying in his cell, the discordant music playing in the background. McDonald enters the room. He sets his keys down on a table and goes over to Palenko, freeing his arms so he can start making cuts on his forearm with a Kn*fe. Palenko suddenly struggles against him and headbutts him in the face. McDonald falls onto the bed and Palenko rushes past him towards the cell door, grabbing the keys on the way. He bursts out into the corridor, yelling in Russian. McDonald follows.

Outside the cell, Palenko, still shouting in Russian, makes it to the door onto the tunnel and unlocks it. He almost collapses as he lurches through it, leaving a bloody handprint behind. He runs along the tunnel and McDonald chases him.

McDonald (voiceover): I knew that he couldn't speak English.

Cut back to the present.

McDonald: But I had to be sure. 

Flashback to outside the hospital.

McDonald (voiceover): I chased him to the hospital. How he ever managed to get there, I...

Inside. McDonald is outside the door as Ross takes Palenko's pulse.

McDonald (voiceover): I heard Ross pronounce him d*ad.

Ross: He's gone. 

At a noise from outside, Ross turns to look. He comes to the doorway as McDonald hurries away.

McDonald (voiceover): I thought he might have seen me, might have been able to identify me.

Cut back to the present. McDonald's grip on his revolver is beginning to slacken.

McDonald: All my life, I've believed that Communism will prevail. One state, one mind, all equal. I've sacrificed everything for the cause, everything.

He sets the revolver down and lets go of it.

McDonald: And I won't live to see it. But it will come. 

Galt approaches him.

Galt: Contemptible. 

McDonald is wheezing heavily. Foyle leaves the room and starts heading down the stairs. Halfway down, he hears  g*n from behind him. He pauses for a moment as two soldiers go running up the stairs past him. Then he turns and continues walking down.

West Peckham Town Hall. Glenvil is listening tensely outside the doors as the results are called.

Official (offscreen): Thurston, Conservative - six thousand, three hundred and twenty-two. Watt, Liberal - five thousand two hundred and fifty-one. Wainwright, Labour. Six thousand, four hundred...

Glenvil: Yes!

Official (offscreen): ...and forty-eight!

There are cheers and a group of people rush out through the doors. Glenvil intercepts Adam as he comes out, and a photographer takes a photo of the two of them. Then Sam grabs Adam and drags him off into a back corridor with her.

Adam: Sam, what are you doing? 

Sam: This. 

She kisses him.

Adam: Sam, I've got to make a speech. 

Sam: So do I. Adam Wainwright. You're going to be the best member of parliament Peckham's ever seen. I'm so bloody proud of you. 

Adam: I couldn't have done it without you. 

Sam: That's just not true. 

Glenvil comes out to join them.

Glenvil: Adam, sorry, speech! 

He slaps Adam on the back and Adam follows him out.

Adam: Come on. 

Sam lingers in the hallway a moment before following.

Sir Alec's office. He leads Foyle inside.

Sir Alec: What's happened to the girl? 

Foyle: Er, back with her family. 

Sir Alec: Will she talk? 

Foyle: She'd sooner forget the whole thing, I think. 

Sir Alec: Can't say I blame her. The man who got her out, I take it that was your doing? Yeah. He certainly proved himself quite useful. Maybe we should encourage him to apply. 

Foyle: I'll see what I can do. 

Sir Alec: Take a seat, Mr Foyle. 

He heads over to sit on the sofa, and Foyle takes the armchair opposite.

Sir Alec: I can't close Barton Hall, if that's what you're thinking. 

Foyle: It doesn't bother you how the intelligence that arrives on your desk is obtained? 

Sir Alec: No, of course it does. But if you think the Soviets aren't using the same or worse methods, you're wrong. 

Foyle: Well, I'm aware of what they do, it's what we do that's the issue. 

Sir Alec: But it's intelligence that has saved many of our agents' lives. I have to see both sides of the coin. That's my job. But listen to me. Pierce is first-class, but you have something I need, and I don't mean your inability to tow the line. It's just that in this rather nasty little w*r we seem to be fighting, I'd like to think that I have you on my side. And it might just be that working together, we could do some good. 

Foyle: We could start with Mrs Ross, perhaps? 

Sir Alec: Yes? 

Ross house. Katrin walks into the sitting room with a stack of letters. She opens the first envelope, and sees it's a letter from the Home Office granting her permission to stay.
{"type": "series", "show": "Foyle's War", "episode": "08x02 - The Cage"}