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That's the kind of thing we knew.

Oh, these are my guests.

Oh, of course.

Thank you, sir.

Professor Fraser.

Max Hoffman.

Have we met briefly?

At Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Yes, yes, I remember. I know your work, of course,

Professor, and I'm delighted to see you.

My wife, Helen.

She works as my assistant. Ah, pleased to meet you, Mrs. Fraser.

How do you do?

Ah, come, come. We should get inside.

The test will be starting soon.

Thank you.

Ah,

Helen. Patrick. Welcome.

Just here.

Thank God the storm has passed over.

I wonder if God had anything to do with it.

Are you religious, Professor Fraser?

Not anymore.

Professor, I have some goggles over here for you. Excuse us for this.

I never thought I'd be here, that this day would arrive.

How far are we from the tower?

5.68 miles.

10,000 yards. You don't need to be worried.

I'm not.

For me, this is the end of a long journey.

I wish my family could have seen this. They died in the war.

For a blinker.

Maybe after this, there will be no more wars, Mr. Hoffman.

Let's hope so.

For all our sakes.

Have you thought what will happen after all this?

If it doesn't work?

If it doesn't work, maybe we should be glad.

That's it. Oh my God.

That's it.

That's it.

It

worked.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Curran.

He's here.

Mr.

Foyle?

Yeah? I don't suppose you'd recognise me, sir?

Of course I do.

PC Shaw? Yes, of course. How are you, Frank?

Bearing up.

I'm afraid that I deserted you back in 1940.

Well, you're illicit.

Perfectly good reason, seems to me.

You just back?

Yes, sir. I got a ship to him from Singapore via Swiss.

It's hard to believe I'm home.

They couldn't get you back any sooner?

I was taken prisoner by the Japs in Java. I got malaria, would you believe?

How about you, sir?

Ladies and gentlemen!

Please make your way to immigration.

Thank you.

You're heading back to Hastings? No, sir. We were bombed out. The family's in

London now.

It's been six years since I left them.

The boy was ten when I left.

He'll be a man now.

I wonder what the wife will make of having me back.

She'll be very pleased. You think so?

Yeah.

You hear stories.

It's all so different now.

Mr Foyle.

Yes. I wonder why I could ask you to come with me.

Forgive me, you are?

Arthur Valentine.

I'm with the security service.

Unfortunate. I'm sorry to hear it.

Not at all necessary, sir.

You wouldn't mind?

Can I ask why?

Orders from above.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I've been stuck on a boat for the past five days,

so I'm off home now.

I'm asking nicely.

Frank, good luck.

The force will take you back, I'm sure of it. You were very good as I remember.

How was your trip to America?

Well, if you know where I've been, you probably know how it went.

You left behind quite a ruckus.

Our ambassador called into the State Department, the FBI and Uproar. They'd

rather like you back.

Oh. Nice to be wanted.

Did you know that Senator Howard Page is dead?

I didn't.

He took his own life.

That's regrettable. Oh, I wonder.

You've been hounding him for six months.

Not the word I'd use.

So you're here to arrest me, is that it? If I had my way, Mr. Foyle, I wouldn't

be here at all.

This way, please.

Mr. Foyle.

What a surprise.

Special operations executive's been wound down. I'm with MI5 now.

Congratulations.

Very good to see you again.

I'll be brief.

You must be tired after your long journey.

Circumstances have arisen in which we feel we have a need of your help.

Circumstances being the end of the war?

If only it had ended.

We have a new war.

A new enemy.

The Soviets.

George Orwell calls it the Cold War.

And I think that might prove apposite.

Well, it may well be the case, Miss Pearce. Precisely what it has to do with

me, I fail to understand.

Do you have any more London?

We're taking you to London. Well, I'm not going anywhere until I get a

reasonable explanation of whatever these circumstances are.

Well, that will become clear.

And I'd like to make it perfectly clear that I won't be coming to London.

Then we'll have no alternative but to put you on a boat back to America.

This way.

Mr. Foyle.

Come in, come in.

William Chambers.

How do you do?

Take a seat, please.

Would you like some tea?

I won't, thank you.

Well, I'll get straight to the point.

We live in a new age, Mr. Foyle.

New dangers.

The atom bomb.

Strange to think, isn't it, after all, we've been through a single weapon, ten

foot long, could destroy all of London, much of southern England.

Stalin is determined to get his hands on one.

And a new war might suit him rather well.

The thing is, he has plenty of sympathizers.

Fellow travelers.

Spies.

Three weeks ago, a Russian cipher clerk named Alexei Gorin defected from the

Soviet embassy.

He brought with him certain documents which suggested the existence of a

Soviet spy ring.

The Eternity Ring. It was new. It was well-placed. And we'd never heard of it.

Which was rather worrying.

Excuse me.

I don't understand what this has to do with me.

Well, if it exists, it's a serious threat to national security.

Myself, I'm not convinced. I think this man, Gorin, is trying to sell us a pub.

This information designed to make us waste our time and resources.

Exactly.

What we need here are police methods, a sort of forensic skills that will tell

us what is true and what is not.

Doesn't answer the question.

There are hundreds of qualified people available to you. I don't understand why

I am here.

When it turns out, you may have a personal connection.

Show him the slides.

Professor Michael Fraser.

Highly distinguished physicist and a very senior member of a directorate

called Tube Alloys.

It's deliberately nondescript. It's actually responsible for the collation

and advancement of atomic research.

Mark Vlessing, Dutch national living in London, and a known go-between working

for the Soviets. According to papers taken by Gorin, he's had three meetings

with a scientist whose codename is Jenny.

Fraser is a philatelist, collects stamps, and the inverted Jenny is a

highly prized specimen.

I don't know any of these people.

Fraser's wife, Helen, assisted him in all his work until she became unwell.

When he took on a secretary, his pictures were also brought to us by

Gorin.

Her name is Samantha Wainwright. You knew her as Samantha Stewart, I believe.

It's only when we looked into her background that we realized her

connection with you.

She was your driver, I understand.

So what are you suggesting, exactly?

Well, I'm afraid the evidence is right there in front of you.

Where was this taken?

Outside the Old Vic Theatre.

When was it taken?

A month ago.

Chekhov was playing.

Cherry Orchard.

Has she ever shown any Communist sympathies?

Not to me.

Well, you've been away.

Mr and Mrs Wainwright spent three months in a Communist cooperative house near

Sevenoaks before they moved closer to London. Plenty of time to change her

views. Or she could have been acting out of some misplaced loyalty to her

employer. Her motivation isn't really the issue, Mr. Foyle. If she's passing

on atomic secrets, that makes her a traitor.

And I don't need to remind a policeman what the sentence for that might be.

So, you can see I was absolutely in your interest. Look into this voice.

Find out what's going on.

No need for any unpleasantness.

Hmm?

What do you say?

How are you feeling today, Mrs Fraser?

Much better.

Thank you, sir. I'm so glad.

Come in.

I'm leaving now, Professor Fraser.

You said I could leave early today.

Oh, yes, of course.

Here's your speech for University College.

Ah, thank you. And you need to make a decision about the dinner. The

Association of Scientific Workers.

Oh, yes. I think it's a no. I'm too busy at the moment.

I'll write to them tomorrow.

Is there anything else?

No, no, nothing. Thank you. See you tomorrow.

Hello.

What sort of day?

Not too bad.

Not too much luck with the shopping, though. No salmon, no toilet paper, no

herbal tea, and no soft fruit.

Apparently it's all been used by the W.I. Jam.

Powdered eggs?

Bread? It's 14 ounces to the pound now, which is ridiculous.

It's got so much chalk in it, I'm not sure whether we should eat it or write

with it. You've got more spam.

I hope you're not going to complain.

No, no, I love spam.

That's just as well. There's not much else around.

Sometimes I wonder whether we actually did win the war.

Well, uh, I do have some good news.

What?

I've been shortlisted.

For the West Peckham by-election.

That's wonderful.

When did you hear?

This morning.

Arrived just after you left.

You're going to be an MP?

Well, I'm going to be one of four potential candidates chosen to fight a

safe Tory seat with the very faint possibility of becoming an MP.

It's not quite the same.

But it's still marvellous.

Will you get paid?

No.

Actually, it's worse than that.

I'm afraid you're going to have to support me.

I'll have to cover my own travel and expenses unless I can get funding.

That's unlikely.

But you know I'm behind you, Adam.

I'm completely behind you, and you can pay me back when you win. If I win.

How do you feel about being an MP's wife?

A Labour MP's wife?

Yes.

I'll buy a new hat.

It can't be discounted.

A woman giving an envelope to a man is not necessarily committing a crime.

Depends if she knows what's inside.

Well, of course.

May I give you some advice, Mr. Foyle?

Is that optional?

I know Sir William's very keen to have you in our outfit.

Everything's changed since the war. More women, more amateurs.

Seems like any Johnny-come-lately's welcome now.

But actually, very few people understand what we do and how we do it, and they

find it harder to fit in than they might think.

So the advice would be?

Best not get out of your depth.

Enjoy your retirement. From what I've heard, you deserved it.

Wise words.

Your name is Alexey Gorin.

You worked at the Soviet Embassy for two years before you defected.

You were born in Smolensk, studied at the Moscow Engineering Academy.

Yes, sir.

It is there I was recruited.

Red Army Intelligence.

And you speak English very well.

It was part of my job.

What was your job? I was cipher clerk.

And what were your duties here in London?

There are documents, sensitive documents, sent between the embassy and

Moscow. My work is code and decode. You understand?

The Eternity Ring.

Does that mean anything?

I don't know of this, no.

But you're aware of Soviet intelligence rings operating in Britain?

Of course.

Why have you chosen to defect?

I became unhappy with the work.

British are my friends, allies.

Together we fight against fascism in the war and now I wish to live my life in

freedom and democracy.

These are items taken from you when you were arrested, correct?

They are for the house where I live in Kensington.

My room.

We have checked them.

Who is this?

Yelena.

We were to be married. She is in Smolensk.

And it doesn't trouble you that you would never see her again?

I wish to live in England.

Back to the safe house.

Well?

Well, I'd say the girl is real enough.

She might even be called Yelena, but I bet she doesn't live in Smolensk.

How can you possibly know?

She's wearing a sweetheart pin, American Red Cross.

She'd be local. He'd have met her here.

And she's the reason he's defecting? I'd say so.

So what you're saying is the papers he stole are genuine?

Well, he could well be, in spite of the fib.

He probably genuinely stole them, but I can't vouch for the papers. How could I?

Your ex-assistant isn't out of the woods yet.

Put the kettle on again, will you, Frank?

What are you doing, Mum?

Tell Frank.

I have to pinch myself every time I see you.

I still can't believe you're here.

Do you want to get rid of me?

No.

No, you're home now.

That's where you're gonna stay.

This isn't my home.

Well, it's gonna have to make do until we can find something else. And that

might take a while.

Where's John? Is he still in bed?

Yeah. He works late.

What sort of a job keeps a boy out until three o'clock in the morning?

I told you, he serves drinks.

He's behind a bar.

He's too young to be serving drinks.

What sort of a future's that?

He enjoys it.

You should never have let him leave school.

You think I could have stopped him?

It's not been easy. You've been away, Frank.

I know.

But I'm back now.

Anyway, it's not John you need to worry about.

What are you going to do?

I'll sort myself out.

You're going back in the police?

Yeah, I suppose so. It's all I know.

Morning.

What's for breakfast?

Breakfast? You mean dinner.

And your mother's not here to wait on your hand and foot.

I've got some bacon.

No.

Forget it.

I'll go out.

John.

Not now, Dad. All right?

Don't talk to me like that.

How do you want me to talk to you?

I haven't seen you for six years. I don't even know who you are.

Michael!

Max, have you read it?

Yes. Your analysis of the Los Alamos incident is smasterly.

Criticality, yes. It should never have happened.

Hard radiation, air ionization.

It could have been much, much worse.

Professor Fraser, do you mind if I take lunch early today?

No, no, of course not.

You didn't show this to anyone, did you? No, of course not. I wouldn't drink or

do anything.

Mr. Foyle!

What are you doing here?

I've come to see you.

How did you know I was here?

Your husband.

Oh. How was America?

Seems an agency went away.

So much has happened.

Well, you can tell me all about it.

Yes.

So you're working for a physicist?

Yes, sir.

After we lost the hotel.

We shared a place in Sevenoaks and we moved to London.

Adam's in politics.

Did he tell you he was going to be an MP?

No, he didn't.

Well, he told me to be selected anyway.

But I had to get a job, you see. Professor Fraser's a brilliant man.

He more or less invented the electric shells that we used against the kamikaze

pilots.

Something to do with reflecting waves or something.

They say he saved hundreds of lives.

Interesting work, ma'am.

I don't understand all of it, but I know it's important work.

I'd do anything for him.

His wife used to help him, but she's been taken ill.

I work at the house sometimes, too, so I see quite a bit of her, too.

And London?

How'd you get on with London?

Truth is, we can't afford to go out much.

Well, I understand.

We've been to some theatre.

Dance halls.

Bit of a change from Sevenoaks, then.

Seven-eighths was as dull as dishwater.

Not hungry?

Sorry.

No.

I wouldn't mind some tea, though.

Ah, there you are, Mrs. Wainwright.

Mr. Fraser, may I introduce you to my former employer, Mr. Foyle?

Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle. I've heard a lot about you.

I'm very pleased to meet you. How did you do? I understood you were in

America. Well, just back.

I spent a good deal of time there myself last year.

So, what brings you to London?

Well, um, friends.

I'm just passing through. You managed to find yourself somewhere to stay.

Hotel's bursting at the seams.

I got a room.

Well, it's very nice to have met you at last.

Mrs. Wainwright, I'm afraid that there are some pages that need to be retyped.

Oh, right away, Mr. Fraser. I'm so sorry. No, no, no. You'll finish your

lunch. Please come wait.

Look here, you can't survive on refectory food.

Would you care to come to dinner tonight?

Some friends from America have sent me a ham, would you believe?

Well, that's very kind of you. Well, not at all.

Seven o'clock, shall we say? Thank you.

Good man.

Thank you, Margaret.

So Foyle thinks Goran is genuine.

Then in that case, he almost certainly is.

Well, if you have such a high opinion of him, why are you so opposed to my

bringing him in?

Because of his association with Fraser's secretary, Samantha Wainwright.

If Goran is genuine, so is the Eternity Ring.

So it would appear.

That's inconceivable.

No spy ring of that magnitude could exist without my knowing something about

it.

Who formed it? Who runs it?

I began what you're doing.

Let's hope Mr. Foyle does live up to my expectations. This has to stop.

Keep the change.

He was.

You're late. I thought you weren't going to come.

You don't need to worry. I said I'd be here. I'm here.

You want to come in?

No.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Do you collect stamps, Mr. Ford?

Well, once upon a time, yes. These are quite rare, aren't they? Yeah,

certainly. Well, this one certainly is. The image, it's been printed upside

down. Ah, that's the pride of my collection.

It's very valuable.

And the plane, that's an American Curtis?

Oh, well spotted. Curtis JN4.

Oh, because the stamp is... It's the inverted Jenny.

Right. Sir?

Oh, would you like to come through?

Yes. Thank you.

Phyllis. Cocktails.

You haven't met my wife, Helen.

It's a great pleasure to meet you, Mr Foyle. Thank you for the invitation, Mrs

Fraser. Oh, Helen, please.

And this is Max Hoffman, a colleague of mine. We met in New Mexico a year ago.

How did you do? It was a day I'll never forget.

Don't let Michael fool you into thinking that it was anything to do with me. It

was a memorable day for both of us. A day the world changed.

When... When everything changed.

Michael. Yes, yes, I know.

I came to this country in 33 when Hitler became chancellor.

Of course, I was interned. Well, quite right, too. He was a bloody communist.

Michael! Well, it's true.

Back then in Germany, you were either a communist or Nazi. There was no third

alternative. Ah, but you brought your politics with you, didn't you, Max?

I kept my beliefs.

Still?

Yes, Mr. Foyle.

I think people in this country have forgotten that before the Americans

arrived, the British had only one true ally.

Stalin. Correct.

And now the man's a monster, murdering his own people.

But the ideal is still there. To build a new world. Only by slaughtering the old

one. How long do you plan to stay in London, Mr. Foyle?

Well, just a few days.

Why exactly are you here?

Look, if it's a check-up on Sam, let me assure you, she's being well looked

after. She's a terrific girl, hard-working. We're glad we found her.

So, you saw Mr Foyle?

Yes.

I don't think it's a bit strange, just turning up like that.

What do you mean?

Well, he's only just got back from America, and now he's having dinner with

your boss.

I don't think there's anything strange in that.

By the way, did you ask for time off?

When? Next Tuesday.

The selection.

Oh, do I have to come?

Absolutely. They like to meet the wives.

The wives?

Is that how you see me, as some sort of attachment?

Of course not.

Then what if I couldn't live up to your expectations?

Sam, what are you talking about?

Well, I didn't vote Labour the last time.

I'm not sure if I ever would.

I'm sure they wouldn't ask.

But it might be better not to mention it.

Good night, Gran.

You off, then?

So where is it, this place that you work?

Well, it's a bar, that's all.

Is that the best you can do for yourself?

Thought you might follow me into the police.

I'm not in the police.

I will be.

John!

It's not my fault I went away.

I didn't want to leave you and your mum.

I know, Dad.

I'm glad you're back.

But I learned to look after myself while you were away and that's how it is now.

All right?

Yes, dear? I'm Philip Blake.

Come in, sweetheart.

Is that everything?

Nearly, Mum.

Oh, thank you, Mr Foyle. You shouldn't have bothered. Phyllis can see to that.

Not at all. It's a pleasure. Thank you for dinner.

I'm pleased to have met you.

We feel we've got to know Sam so well over these past six months.

You all right?

Yes.

Could you pour me some water?

Come here.

Any better?

Yes.

I'm sure Sam will have told you. I've not been well recently.

That's why we had to hire her.

Please don't mention this to Michael. I don't like him to be worried.

Well, of course.

You can get off home, Phyllis. And don't forget the professor's tea in the

morning. I won't, ma'am.

He's driving up to Oxford.

Two hours each way. He won't manage without his tea.

I should be going.

Make a good night.

They are a remarkable couple, don't you think?

She was herself a scientist of some repute. She wrote a paper on the

implosion lens.

Fermi referenced it when he spoke of the APS.

What exactly are you and the professor working on at the moment? We are

involved in various projects.

Ah, I've left my cigarette case back at the house.

Can you find your way along?

Of course.

Then I'll say good night.

Good night.

What is it? I'm sorry. I had to see you. What's happened?

The police were at my house this evening. They were asking questions.

About you?

About me? I don't know.

I saw them. I didn't go in.

The police.

Let's go back.

I'll come with you.

I'll check it's all right. If not, we'll see.

What did you make of our guest last night?

Foyle? Well, he seemed pleasant enough.

I thought so too, but then something rather strange happened.

I had a visit from the police.

Well, a friend of mine did. They were asking questions.

About you?

I don't know.

It may have just been a coincidence, but I decided to make a few inquiries, and

it seems that Mr. Foyle, far from being retired, has links with the security

service.

What? Am I fine?

How do you know?

I have a contact, I ask.

Mrs. Wainwright introduced him to me.

Perhaps unwittingly? I mean, why would they send him?

Why would he have any interest in me?

I'm sorry, but I thought you should know.

Well, thank you.

You're right.

Here you go, Mum.

Bacon and toast.

You'll enjoy that.

You look very smart, Frank.

Interview's at ten. I'm sure they'll snap me up.

That's another thing. Once I get a job, you won't need to work anymore.

I quite like working. I've got used to it.

What, nine hours a day in a shop?

It's seven hours and a half hour for lunch, and it's a department store, not

the same thing at all.

Anyway, I'm not going to turn our noses up at four pounds a week.

You won't need it.

Well, we'll talk about it once you're settled.

Ruthie!

I just want things to be the way they were. I'm gonna be late.

I've made you some lunch. Try not to disturb John.

And good luck!

I hope it goes well!

You enjoying that?

Well, see you later then.

Three o'clock.

West Peckham Town Hall. You got the address?

Yes, don't worry. I'll be there.

What are you going to do till then?

I'm swatting up.

Sharp, Collingwood, Beatrice Webb, our last manifesto, and the white paper on a

National Health Service.

I prefer I go to Christian.

Well, just don't tell them that.

Don't worry.

Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer, we'll keep the red flag flying

here.

I do love you, you know.

Don't be late.

Can I have your passes, please?

Thank you, sir.

Oh, I have that meeting later in Oxford, Max. Are you all right to make your own

when you have? Sure, Michael. I'll take the train.

Good man.

Afternoon, boys.

Professor.

Why don't we take this one?

Yes?

Name's Shaw. I have a meeting with Chief Superintendent Cranbourne.

Shaw, did you say?

Your name's not on the list.

Frank Shaw.

Interviews at ten.

Is this about the canteen?

No, I'm a police constable like you.

All right.

Take a seat. I'll let him know you're here.

Excuse me.

There's a Frank Shaw here to see you.

Yes, sir. Of course.

All these documents are marked with Vichny. That's Russian for eternity.

Russian intelligence use only code names for their agents. Even in internal

communications, these are translations. So, here we have Trinity, Juniper, and

our friend Jenny.

promising to provide information on the implosion lens, which happens to be

Helen Fraser's speciality. Yes, that may be the case, but I don't think Fraser's

a part of it. I met him. He's not a communist.

He's a scientist.

He's never shown any real interest in politics.

What do you think?

Well, I think, um, a handful of code names in a dozen or so letters isn't a

great deal to go on. Class, meeting places, letterboxes, passwords.

All of which could easily have been put into place to waste your time. Exactly.

The only piece of concrete evidence you've got is this photograph.

I mean, I can speak to her. You should speak to him. I'm surprised you haven't

done so already.

No.

If we question Blessing, it will only let the Russians know how little we

know.

And if you don't, you'll know nothing more.

It's not as if he's committed a crime, Mr. Foyle. This isn't about bodies in

the library on stone and petrol coupons or whatever else you got up to in

Hastings. It's called tradecraft.

It's a different world.

And I'd agree.

And it's a world you've chosen to bring me into because you claim to value my

opinion. My opinion is the only way forward is to speak to Vlessing. Of

course, it's your prerogative to ignore it.

Do it.

Actually, uh...

We've lost Flessing. We do know that he checked into the Randolph Hotel in

Oxford on Friday night, but we don't know where he is now.

Then find him.

We'll look in his flat in Kennington.

Without a warrant?

We don't need a warrant.

No idea the service was above the law.

Sir William, arresting this man is... Arrest, interrogation, investigation,

police methods, Miss Pierce.

Exactly what we need.

Yes? You wish to live. Leave now.

Who is this?

Leave now.

This is the place.

Come on, you two.

Shall we?

Sir.

That's him?

That's him.

Get after him!

We can cut him off in the car.

he's still breathing interview postponed

all right

yes

sure super we'll see you now would you uh

Sure. Is that right?

Sit down, sit down. Thank you, Jerry.

So what's this all about?

I wrote to you, sir, about returning to the force.

You're a constable?

Yes, sir.

With the Met?

No, sir, I served in Hastings under Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle.

Can't say I've ever heard of him.

You still in uniform, I see?

Just coming up for demob, sir.

Took the time.

A sergeant?

Yes, sir.

And what were you in Hastings? A constable?

That'll be a bit of a step down.

I don't see it that way.

I'm fed up to the teeth with ex-majors and captains and all these gentleman

types from the army expecting us to defer to them just because they waltzed

off and left us behind.

Nobody. Gave a thought for the home front.

That's the trouble.

Afraid I can't help you, Smith.

You're too late.

It's sure, sir.

We replaced our war reserves last year, and although we were short-staffed for a

while, we are now pretty much up to strength.

Also, to be frank,

I'm not sure your experience as a constable in Hastings would necessarily

qualify you for a position with us here.

Why don't you go back there?

We were bombed out.

You and many others.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

I wish you a good day.

Is that it?

I'm sorry.

I waited two hours.

I think you should remember who you're talking to.

I'm busy.

We're all busy.

You should be grateful you were seen at all.

I am, sir.

Very grateful.

Good.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wainwright, but given the circumstances, the nature of my

work, I feel I have no choice.

But it's ridiculous.

Mr. Foyle has got nothing to do with the Secret Service.

And anyway, even if you were investigating him, I'm sure he would

have said something to me. But that's exactly the point.

We can't be sure that he didn't. We'll give you good references.

And two weeks' salary.

It's probably for the best.

Thank you, Doctor.

What happened?

He tried to leg it, got hit by a car.

Sir William won't be pleased.

Can he talk?

He's still unconscious.

Will he live?

Apparently.

Excuse me. Yes?

Do you have a Mr. Foyle staying here? Let me just check for you.

They do?

What are you doing here?

Hello, sir.

I've just been told that you're investigating Professor Fraser and that

you used me to get him as a result of which I've lost my job and I wanted to

know if it was true.

Never met him.

Never seen him before in my life.

Blessing. Mark.

Blessing.

Never heard of him.

And he works for the Russians?

Apparently.

I don't understand.

Why didn't you come straight out with it and show me this?

If you suspected me. I didn't suspect you.

But it's clear, certainly to me, from the moment I saw you, that there's

something wrong.

You're not yourself.

There's something you're hiding.

I assumed it was related.

And thought it in your best interest to deal with the situation as carefully as

possible. I can see I'm wrong.

And I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

What is it?

It's rather a personal thing, sir, and I'd really rather not.

Can I help?

Nobody can help.

I've had some difficulty.

Something has happened that makes me believe that starting a family might not

be as straightforward as I had previously imagined.

What does Adam say?

I haven't told him yet.

I didn't want to, not when he's so, um... Hmm.

So, now you know.

I'm not a spy.

I'm not working for anyone.

And as for this, well, it's obviously a fake. But I did go to the Old Vic two

weeks ago. Shakespeare.

Had a nice one of the Henrys. But I wasn't carrying an envelope.

I didn't meet anyone.

And anyway, it's ridiculous to think that Professor Fraser is passing on

secrets to the Russians. He hates them.

I know.

I cannot believe that you used me to get to him and lost me my job. You must

realise that none of this was intended.

The only reason I became involved was because it seemed you were in trouble

and I thought I could help. But I still believe that's the case, because

although you're completely innocent and this photograph has been faked, there's

a reason it's been faked and a reason you've been implicated, and it'd be

worth finding out why, don't you think?

Yes, I do.

Where do we start?

Well... I think it would be less than sensible for you to be any more involved

than you are already.

Well, I think it's less than fair that somebody should put me in a photograph

and use me for whatever purpose without my knowledge or consent.

And I understand you had the best intentions, but if you'd been straight

with me from the start, I might still be employed.

So, the least you can do, sir, is to allow me to do something about the

situation.

Fair enough.

So, when do we start?

What is it? Unbelievable.

This is from Manuel. There's been a security breach.

Files? Or worse than that, much worse.

One of the cabinets in Sector 5.

Sector 5?

190 micrograms of uranium-233 have been taken. What?

Theft was discovered an hour ago.

Let's see.

How did you get in there?

With a key.

How did you get that?

I liberated it.

Is this quite legal?

Well, it's not at all legal.

But the security service doesn't seem to have much regard for the law.

You're not really going to work tonight, are you?

If I can help it.

Which number is it?

They didn't tell me.

Oh. It's tricky.

Excuse me, we're looking for a Mr. Mark Flessing. I don't know him, dear.

He's Dutch. Sort of sad he heard. Travels quite a bit.

Oh, that'll be him on the second floor.

Flat six.

He's foreign.

Thank you. Where are you from?

The Department of Housing.

Jumped the queue, did he? You should move him on.

I don't want foreigners here.

They're a natural.

What are we looking for, sir?

I'm not sure until we find it.

Huh.

He's making a sop with camel.

Anything connecting him to your ex-employer or to Hoffman would be

useful. You know that Mr Hoffman lost most of his family during the war?

The Nazis killed them all. I do.

I never saw a blessing with either of them. At least not when I was there.

He's got two passports.

Dutch and German.

So?

They're both positive. The whole room's hot. Get them both out of here, pronto.

They've both been exposed.

Contaminated?

Are they going to be all right?

I don't know.

This whole thing's getting out of hand. I did warn you.

It's out of control.

I can't do this. I have to leave.

You need to get rid of these clothes and wash thoroughly.

There's a shower cubicle just down the corridor.

Use plenty of hot water and carbolic.

I don't think you understand.

I have to be somewhere at 3 o'clock.

I promised.

I don't think you understand, miss. You've been exposed to radiation.

Your health is at risk.

You're not leaving here until you do as I say. Then you have to be seen by the

doctor.

Clothes there.

Yes? Adam Wainwright.

Oh, right.

Comrade. Through here.

Right.

What were you doing in Fletting's place?

And what was Mrs Wainwright doing with you? Firstly, you've no reason to keep

her here, so I'd be grateful if you'd arrange to get her to West Peckham Town

Hall as quickly as possible.

I don't think you're in any position to be making demands.

It's not a demand. It's a request for help and understanding. Her husband is

facing selection as an MP. She needs to be there.

She can go.

Make sure she's been cleared.

Cleared by whom?

The doctor.

You both had a dose of radiation.

Low level and brief, but best to be sure.

No, no, no. Listen, it isn't a question of whether we want it. We're all agreed

on that. The question is whether we can afford it. Absolutely.

Well, can we?

I... No, I don't suppose we can.

Mr Wainwright.

Councillor Harris.

We met, remember?

Yes, how did you?

Yes, good.

Mr Conway here is up against you.

He's one of our official explainers.

Not that he's been explaining a lot to me.

We were talking about the new pension levels.

What do you think? Can we afford to pay them?

I don't think we can afford not to.

Maybe we could have a gradual rise over a period of 20 years.

It's what Mr Griffiths proposed.

But this is the generation that lost their childhood to the First War.

They lived through the Depression.

Now they've had to endure the misery of the Second War.

Don't we owe them something now?

Well said.

You were alone?

You're not married, Mr Wainwright.

My wife's on her way. She's... late.

Can you get miss?

We'll have you there in a couple of shakes.

How did you find us?

We had no idea you were there.

We had an alert from the atomic research station at Arnwell.

A quantity of uranium has been taken.

Blessing was in Oxford.

Yes, I should have picked up on that.

Arnwell's near Oxford.

Professor Fraser was at Arnwell, along with his colleague Max Hoffman.

Well, given that nothing where your concern is ever quite what it seems... I

don't know what you mean.

Well, you know as well as I do that Fraser detests communism, Stalin, and

everything they stand for. By the same token, Mrs. Wainwright was nowhere near

the theatre at the time you stated, neither has she met Vlessing. The

photograph is a fake. I know it. You know it. So, at some point, I'd be

grateful if you'd be kind enough to explain to me precisely what's going on.

Mr. Wainwright?

Please,

sit down, Mr. Wainwright.

Mrs. Wainwright didn't make it, then. She must be held up. It's unlike her to

be late.

There are many who would say that it's very important for a prospective Member

of Parliament...

man or a woman, to show that they have a strong sense of family values.

You may not agree.

I do agree, Mrs. Greenwood.

West Beckham is a marginal seat, and like it or not, having a young wife may

well be considered an asset.

That's exactly my view. I'm always very proud to have Sam by my side.

But she's not by your side.

That's the point.

I'm sure she'll be here soon.

Well, there's no point in waiting for her, is there?

Shall we get started?

Right.

Is there anything you want to add, Mr. Wainwright?

Only that if you select me, I'll do everything I can, both for the

constituency and the party.

Goes without saying.

Sorry I'm late.

You have to forgive me.

Mrs Wainwright?

Yes. Where have you been?

It's a long story.

And I'm afraid I'm not even allowed to tell you.

I was trying to help a police officer.

Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle, you see. I used to work for him. Except

he's not a detective anymore and I'm not even allowed to tell you what he was

doing there either.

Please, sit down.

Have we begun yet?

I'm afraid we've finished.

What do you mean?

Look, I know I look a complete wreck, but these aren't my clothes.

But I want you to know I completely support my husband.

Do you share his views?

You mean... His political views?

His political views, absolutely.

Well... I mean, not all of them.

If you want the truth, I voted for Mr. Churchill in the election.

Because he brought us through the war.

And I thought he deserved another chance, but maybe I'm wrong.

I don't really understand much about politics, but I can tell you this.

Adam will make a wonderful candidate.

Because he's honest.

And he believes absolutely in what he does.

And ever since I've met him...

The only thing he's wanted to do is to help other people.

And the only mistake he's ever made, probably, is in marrying me.

But if you choose him, I promise I won't let him down again, or you.

And he will win the seat, Peckham East.

West.

Right.

Dad. Injectable with potassium cyanide.

All the hallmarks of a Soviet operation.

Wasn't he under guard?

They left him unattended.

Good God.

They won't be coming back.

Well, at least we've learned something, Sir William.

This Eternity Ring's even more dangerous than we thought.

Soviets will do anything, break any rules to protect it.

And the isotopes?

Stolen from Arnwell? We found them.

Blessing had them.

How did he get them?

And I may not be able to see you for a while.

Why not?

Things are happening.

I can't explain.

It is not to do with you.

Mr. Foyle.

Good evening.

It's all right, Tomasz.

So I was right.

You were sent to spy on us.

No, I haven't been sent.

but you two were seen meeting the other night and it would appear to be

important to find out why so yes you've been followed

this is

thomas debski my son when i had a son studied briefly at the university

of warsaw they were friends thomas came to england and joined the raf he flew

40 missions.

He was as brave as any of them.

But then one day, I don't judge him, but nor do I excuse him.

Something snapped.

And he deserted.

Since then, he has been in something of a limbo. He has no ID, no ration book.

He could be arrested at any time.

I have been trying to help him with food and money.

Because of the friendship he had with my son This is my

fault I came to him I should never have done that

How'd it go?

Who was that man?

Who? Just now.

I saw you with him outside.

Have you been drinking?

Who was he?

His name's Eric. He lives three doors down.

He comes in now and then to help out.

The fuses, that sort of thing.

Did he help out whilst I was a prisoner of the Japs?

Don't be absurd.

Answer me!

Yes, he came in.

He's a neighbour.

Sometimes it helped to have a man about the house and Eric was there.

What was he then, a conchie?

No, he was wounded.

He was invalided out.

He didn't look injured to me.

What are you talking about?

John!

He's at work.

I want to talk to him.

I want to talk to both of you.

What is it?

I can't stay here anymore.

Who is this man? And what is he doing in my house?

Frank!

What is the shortest route to the Strand?

Well... Come along, I'm going

that way.

I want you to tell me about the Eternity Ring.

I want to know what's going on.

Who are you?

What is this place?

And what are you?

It's a private club.

My son Johnny works in here. Yes.

Excuse me.

What?

You're a bloody Nancy boy, aren't you? Have you been touching my shoes? I don't

know your son. I don't know who you are.

I know what you are and I know your type, you bastard.

The doctor seems to think you'll be out in a couple of days.

Oh, good.

What a relief. I can hardly wait.

The police officers who...

helped you last night, also spoke to me earlier.

Oh, God.

So you know.

Know about what?

About the club.

The gentlemen's club.

One way of describing it.

The man who attacked me, he, um... Yes,

I know him.

He's actually a decent man.

He seemed to think that I... I never touched his son.

It's not like that.

I'm sure.

Who else knows?

The office?

Yes.

No one?

I'd prefer it. I'd be very grateful if... if they didn't find out.

I don't see any reason why they should.

Thank you.

Just one thing.

Sir William.

Trust him?

Miss Pearce doesn't.

Be good.

Frank.

Ruthie.

I'm so sorry.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

What about Blessing?

He died.

But not as a result of the accident.

He was poisoned.

Pretty convenient all round, then, I'd say.

Sorry?

Blessing being the only person directly implicated in the so-called Eternity

Ring. Well, there's nothing so-called about it.

Well, it doesn't exist, does it?

What makes you think that?

Well, what else does it consist of? A handful of code names, papers and

photographs, at least one of which has been faked.

Yeah, so you keep saying, but I'd be interested to know how you reached that

conclusion. Because, A, Samantha Wainwright has never met Vlessing.

Vlessing was added to the photograph. B, the production she saw at the Old Vic.

was a Shakespeare production, not the Cherry Orchard. The V in the photograph

is not the V in Chekhov, as much as you'd like me to think so. It's the V in

Henry V, which was on two weeks after Goran's defection, which is when the

photograph was taken.

You're not suggesting I was involved in this?

Well, I can't think of any other way it could have happened. Can you?

So, Blessing is implicated, about to be questioned, and he's tipped off by, I

wonder, whom?

You didn't want me anywhere near him, did you? Why?

I told you.

Because you know very well he'd have said he'd never been anywhere near the

old Vic and had no idea what the Eternity Ring was.

And what would be the point of creating a fake spy ring? Good question. You tell

me. I'm not the one explaining myself.

Yet. If you've got a theory for Will, I want to hear it.

But I think this may be the time to keep your voice down.

William Chambers?

What about him?

You doubt his integrity?

That might be a better word.

I think he's unreliable.

Double agent, is this what you're saying?

So it's a trap?

Alexi Gorin, genuine defector, brings genuine stolen papers from the Soviet

Embassy to which you add a few of your own, giving the impression there's a

network out there called the Eternity Ring. Very creative.

If Chambers is a double agent, it's impossible he wouldn't know about it.

Disorientation, doubts himself, resulting in panic, errors.

If you've been right, that is.

This sort of thing, is it?

Yes.

He couldn't believe the Eternity Ring existed.

The only way he could be sure was by making direct contact with the Soviets.

That's him.

Even if this put him at risk.

He met a Soviet agent at Hanover Gate.

Which is exactly what I'd been waiting for.

Thank you.

Drive on.

So you've been in control of all this, not him, and he's behaved in exactly the

way you thought?

With one exception.

I had set up Fraser's secretary to implicate Fraser himself, not realising

nor recognising that she was your ex-driver.

So William made the connection and insisted on hiring you.

And what'll happen to him now?

He'll be replaced.

And Blessing? What about him?

Well, you could have talked.

Did you have him killed?

Certainly not.

Blessing was exactly what I told you he was, Foyle. A spy.

He had plenty of enemies.

This death is too convenient.

Sometimes things work out that way.

Good afternoon, Mrs Wainwright.

I've just been talking to your husband.

Our candidate for the coming by-election at West Beckham.

What?

Adam? Being selected?

Yes. Oh, that's wonderful.

Why?

Why? Well, he was the best candidate.

And certainly the most memorable.

It's easy enough to stand in front of a committee and tell us what we want to

hear, but it's very rare that someone comes in and tells us what they really

believe in.

Aren't the two of you going to make a formidable team?

Adam, I don't believe it. I'm not sure I can believe it myself.

Well, believe it.

You have yourselves a very good day.

Goodbye.

You did it! You're going to be an MP!

Well, we haven't got there yet.

Well, there's no question.

With my help.

Why do I feel there's just been a huge swing to the Tories?

Come on, Mr. Wright.

First off, I'm going to make some supper. Then we're going to start work

on the National Health and Social Security.

Good old Hattie.

I'm so proud of you.

I don't mean like MP.

I imagine you want to know why.

No, I have no interest at all.

Well, if you come here to offer me a pistol and a bottle of whiskey, I'm

afraid you're going to be disappointed.

No need.

You disappear.

Leave the country.

Nobody sees you again.

Banishment. How very Elizabethan.

And who takes over here? I wonder.

Always knew you were ambitious.

I would have favoured beheading.

I didn't expect to see you again, Mr. Foyle.

I'm here to apologize for being at your house the other night under false

pretenses. You came to spy on me. Not exactly.

But you'd be interested to know that you were being targeted long before I became

involved.

Who by?

Intelligence. You were used in a scheme to expose an informer.

It suggested that you, the least likely person in the country to help the

Soviets, were in fact a spy.

And is that why you came here?

It was a situation I was drawn into unaware of their motives, and I was

trying to do the opposite of what they wanted and show that you weren't... a

spy.

And were you successful?

Unfortunately not, because it turns out that although they didn't know it, they

were inadvertently absolutely right.

Right about what?

That you're a traitor.

I'm not a traitor, Mr. Foyle.

What's your word for it, then?

How have you reached your conclusion?

By spotting the actual, genuine link between you and Mark Flessing.

You can get off home, fellas.

And don't forget the professor's tea in the morning.

He's driving up to Oxford two hours each way. He won't manage without his tea.

The same flask showed up at Vlessing's flat.

Perfect for tea, for which you may well share a mutual fascination. Not so

perfect in spite of the lead lining. For carrying radioactive uranium samples

stolen by yourself from Arnwall and passed on to Vlessing because he either

opened it or a seal was broken, resulting in the radiation leak.

I'm not a traitor.

I'm a scientist.

You have to understand the new world we find ourselves in, Mr. Foyle.

Hiroshima.

Nagasaki. Do you have any idea of the power of the atomic bomb? We have

unleashed a monster.

Forget the war we've just had. The next war is going to be unimaginable. It

could wipe out all humanity.

Helen became ill because of it.

I can't be certain, but she was with me in New Mexico.

The Trinity test.

We were too close.

And now she's dying.

I believe this knowledge is too dangerous to keep to ourselves.

We have to share it.

A brotherhood of scientists, Mr. Foyle. That is what I'm talking about.

I detest Stalin and what he's doing, but that doesn't mean to say that I think

the Russians are bad people or that they deserve to be wiped out. Even Churchill

wanted us to share this knowledge, you know.

That is my vision.

I am doing what I'm doing for the safety of mankind.

Well, call it what you like. You'd understand why not everybody would agree

with you.

You've told them.

Am I fine?

No.

But you're going to tell them.

Since you believe that your knowledge and vision should be shared, you might

find it liberating to tell them yourself.

Yes.

Yes, to make an example of myself, regardless of the consequences.

That might be the way.

I think it will have to be.

Goodbye, Mr Foyle.

I'm glad to have met you.

Miss Foyle, may I ask where you're going?

The hotel, then home to Hastings.

Let me give you a lift.

I'll come straight to the point.

I want you to stay with MI5.

What on earth makes you think I'd do that?

Well, you always wanted to be part of the service.

I applied once during the war and was rejected.

They had the chance.

This is no time for hurt feelings. This is business.

You're very good at what you do, and I'd like to work with you.

I haven't got the requisite capacity for deceit.

Precisely. I need someone I can trust.

Well, that would be mutual.

Point taken.

Oh, come on, foil.

What's your alternative? What are you going to do for the rest of your life?

Fish?

Bigger fish to be caught here.

What about America?

Well, the Howard Page situation means that you're not on the FBI's most

popular list.

But we can deal with them.

There's a Polish airman out there who flew 40 missions for the RAF and as a

result finds himself in a situation he doesn't deserve.

I'll see what we can do.

Anything else?

I need a driver.

You owe it to her.

So do I.

The work we're doing matters.

I appreciate our methods may not be to your liking, but it's not our fault.

It's just the way it is.