My verdict: Pretty good for post-war.

My technique: plus Hola Better Internet (plus [personal profile] breadandroses' computer, thank you sweetie, which can run a version of chrome a step or two less archaic than the version my machine will run.)

January(ish) 1947, Foyle apparently neither bailed nor was kicked out after the events of "Sunflower," Sam is three months pregnant but not showing a bit, and London has apparently been invaded by British actors who have overdosed on the letter R.

Or, to put it slightly more coherently, UK and American Businessmen Were Deeply In Bed With Hitler. To uncover them, Sam goes undercover and Foyle frowns a lot (yes, it's a day ending in Y.) Also, Boring Adam is a Boring Dolt (but not an unfaithful one.)

I need to rewatch to get the line exactly right, but there is no way I can believe that Sam saying to Foyle "I'm not quite myself but it's nothing to worry about. Quite the opposite, really" is ANYTHING but her letting him know she's expecting, but in a way that has plausible deniability for both of them.

Horowitz, seriously, you write a plot about aircraft fuel and send Foyle to Nuremberg on an RAF plane but can't give us a single teensy namecheck for Andrew? I can fanwank that some tremor of MK's eyebrows meant "my son my son" during his "THE FUCKING LUFTWAFFE WAS FUCKING DEPENDENT ON A FUEL ADDITIVE MADE BY A UK FIRM AND WHAT THE PROVERBIAL FUCK YOU BUNCH OF FUCKERS" speech, but please.

...though I am grateful for Mr. Foyle getting his first flicker of flirtation since 1941, in the shape of the very attractive Elizabeth Addis, PhD of ancient history at UCL who has a sharp tongue and a classy wardrobe. So thanks for that.


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