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That's the kind of thing we need.

Oh, here's my guest.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Mr Fraser. Max Hoffman.

We met briefly.
At Oak Ridge, Tennessee, yes.

Yes, I remember.
I know your work, 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?

Come, come. We should get inside.

The test will be starting soon.

Oh, Helen. Welcome.
Patrick.

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 any more.

Professor.
Patrick.

I've got some goggles over here for
you.

Excuse us, fellas.

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.

Here.

Steady the tripod.

For me this is the end of a long
journey.

I wish my family could have seen
this.

They died in the war?

Treblinka.

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

Let's hope so.

For all our sakes.

Our father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name...

Have you thought what will happen
after all this?

If it doesn't work.

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

14, 13, 12, 11,

10, nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two, one.

That's it! My God!

That's it! That's it!

It worked.

Good night.
Good night, Mr Gorin.

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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 enlisted. Perfectly good
reason, it seemed to me.

You just back?
Yes, sir.

I got shipped in from Singapore
via Suez.

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?

Well...
Ladies and gentlemen.

Please make your way to Immigration.
Thank you.

Heading back to Hastings?
No. 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'll
make of having me back.

She'll be very pleased.

You think so?
Yeah.

You hear stories.

It's all so different now.
Mm.

Mr Foyle?
Yes.

I wonder if 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.

If 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.
You were very good as I remember.

How was your trip to America?

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 would rather like you back.

Ah, it's nice to be wanted.

Did you know that Senator Hardpage 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.

My 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.

It may well be the case, Miss Pierce,
but what it has to do with me I fail
to understand.

Do you have any more luggage?

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.

Thank you, Charlotte.

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 after all we've
been through,

a single weapon ten feet 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
sympathisers.

Fellow travellers.

Spies.

Three weeks ago,

a Russian cipher clerk named Aleksei
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 pup.

Disinformation, designed to make us
waste our time and resources.

Exactly.

What we need here are police
methods.

The sort of forensic skills that
would tell us
what is true and what is not.

It doesn't answer the question.

There are hundreds of
qualified people available to you.

I don't understand why I am here.

Well, 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.

Marc 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.

He 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

and he took on a secretary,

whose pictures were also brought to
us by Gorin.

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

When we looked into her background,
we realised 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. The 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
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 how it's absolutely
in your interests to look into this
for us.

Find out what's going on.

No need for any unpleasantness.

What do you say?

How are you feeling today, Mrs
Fraser?

Much better. Thank you, Sam.

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. Thank you.

You need to decide about the dinner.
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.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hi, Jim. Peter.

Hello.

What sort of day?
Not too bad.

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

And no soft fruit.

Apparently it's all been used by the
WI for 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.

Not more Spam?

I hope you're not going to complain.
No, no. I love Spam.

That's just as well
because there's not much else around.

Sometimes I wonder
whether we actually did win the war.

Well, I do have some good news.

What?
I've been shortlisted.

What?
For the West Peckham by-election.

That's wonderful!

When did you hear?
This morning.

It 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 a very faint possibility of
becoming an MP.

It's not quite the same.
But it's still marvellous.

Will you get paid?
No.

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.

Well, 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.

It 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.

It seems like any
Johnny-come-lately's welcome now.

But 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 to get out of your depth.

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

Wise words.

Thank you.

Your name is Aleksei 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.

And my work is code and decode.
You understand?

The Eternity Ring...

Does that mean anything?

I do not 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?

Ta, 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 going to stay.
This isn't my home.

Well, it's going to 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 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.

Are you 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 you 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 masterly.

It should never have happened.
Hard radiation. Air ionisation.

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, I
hope?

Of course not.
I wouldn't dream of doing so.

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?

It seems an age since you 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.

Then 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's hoping 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, though?

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 do you get on with
London?

Trouble 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.

Sevenoaks was as dull as dishwater.

Not hungry?

Sorry. No.

I wouldn't mind some tea, though.

Ah, there you are, Mrs Wainwright.

Professor Fraser, may I introduce
you to my former employer?

Mr Foyle. Detective Chief
Superintendant Foyle.

I've heard a lot about you.

Pleased to meet you.
How do 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, friends. I'm just passing
through.

You managed to find yourself
somewhere to stay? Hotels bursting at
the seams.

I got a room.

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

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

Right away, Professor Fraser. Sorry.

No. No, no, no. You finish your
lunch.

This can 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.
No, not at all.

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

Good man.

Thank you, Margaret.

So Foyle thinks Gorin is genuine.

Then in that case he almost
certainly is.

If you have such a high opinion of
him, why were you so opposed to my
bringing him in?

Because of his association
with Fraser's secretary.

Samantha Wainwright.

If Gorin is genuine, then 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?

Where it began. What's it doing?

Well, let's hope Mr Foyle
does live up to my expectations.

This has to stop.

Keep the change.
Thanks, guv.

Tomasz. 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.

Do you want to come in?
No.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Do you collect stamps, Mr Foyle?

Well, once upon a time, yes.

These are quite rare, aren't they?
Yes, fairly.

Well, this one certainly is.

The image, it's been printed upside
down.

That's the pride of my collection.

It's very valuable.

And the plane is an American Curtiss?

Oh, well spotted, yes. Curtiss JN-4.

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

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

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

When everything changed.

Michael.
Yes, yes, I know.

I came to this country in '33
when Hitler became Chancellor.

Of course, I was interned.

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 the 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.

Well, the ideal is still there.

To build a new world.

Only by slaughtering the old one.
Ah.

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

Well, just a few days.

Why exactly are you here?

If it's to 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.

You don't think it's a bit strange
his 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...
some sort of attachment?

Of course not.

And 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 won't ask.

But it might be better not to mention
it.

Good night, Gran.

You off, then?
Yeah.

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'd follow me into the
police. You're 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, sweetie.

Is that everything?
Nearly, ma'am.

Oh, thank you, Mr Foyle.
You shouldn't have bothered.

Phyllis can see to that.
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.

Are you all right?
Yes.

Could you pour me some water?

Here you are.
Thank you.

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 worry.

Of course.
You can get off home, Phyllis.

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.

Thank you. 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 at
the APS.

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

Oh, we are involved in various
projects.

Ah.

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

Can you find your way alone?
Of course.

Then I'll say good night.
Good night.

What is it?
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.
Wh...?

I'll come with you. I'll check it's
all right.

If not... well, we'll see.

What did you make of our guest last
night?

Foyle? Why, 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 enquiries

and it seems that Mr Foyle -
far from being retired -

has links with the security service.

What?

MI5.

How do you know?

I have a contact. I asked.

Mrs Wainwright introduced him to me.

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

Why would they have an interest in
me? I thought you should know.

Thank you. You were right.

There you go, Mum.
Bacon and toast. You enjoy that.

You look very smart, Frank.

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

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

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, not gonna turn our noses up
at Ј4 a week.

We 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?

I'll see you later, then? Three
o'clock.

West Peckham Town Hall. Got the
address? Yes. Don't worry.

What are you gonna do till then?
Swotting up.

Sharpe. Collingwood. Beatrice Webb.
Our last manifesto.

And the White Paper
on the National Health Service.

I prefer Agatha Christie.
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.
Mm.

And I love you.

Don't be late.

May I have your passes, please?

Thank you, sir.

I have that meeting later in Oxford,
Max.

Are you all right to make your own
way home? Sure.

Good man.

Afternoon, boys.
Professor.

Yes?

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

Shaw, did you say?

You're not on the list.
Frank Shaw? Interview's at ten.

Is this about the canteen?
o, I'm a police constable, like you.

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

Just a minute.
Is Sergeant Harrington here?

There's a Frank Shaw here to see you.

Yes, sir. Of course.

All these documents are marked
'vechnost'.

That's Russian for 'eternity'.

Russian intelligence
use only codenames 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.

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 an interest in
politics. What do YOU think?

Well, I think um...

a handful of codenames
in a dozen or so letters

isn't a great deal to go on.

Plus meeting places, letterboxes,
passwords.

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

Exactly. Your only piece of concrete
evidence

is this photograph. I can speak to
her. You should speak to HIM.

I'm surprised you haven't done so.
No.

If we question Vlessing, 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 or stolen petrol coupons

or whatever else you got up to in
Hastings.

It's called tradecraft.
It's a different world.

And I'd agree.

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.

It's your prerogative to ignore it.
Do it.

Actually, we've lost Vlessing.

We do know that he checked into
the Randolph Hotel in Oxford on
Friday night,

but we don't know where he is now.
Find him.

We'll look in his flat in Kennington.
Without a warrant?

We don't need a warrant.

I had 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.

Vlessing?
Yes?

You wish to live, leave now.

Who is this?
Leave now.

This is the place.

Come on, you two.

Shall we?

Sir.

Vlessing?

That's him.
Get after him!

We can cut him off in the car.

Oi, watch out!

He's still breathing.

Interview postponed.

All right.

Yes, sir. Shaw?

Super will see you now. Would you...

Sir.

Shaw? Is that right?

Sit down, sit down. Thank you,
Gerry.

So, what's this all about?

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

Were you 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're still in uniform, I see.
Just coming up for demob, sir.

Took your 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 with ex-majors and
captains, and all these gentleman
types from the Army,

expecting us to defer to them
just because they waltzed off.

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 Shaw, sir.

We replaced our war reserves last
year

and although we were short staffed
or 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.

But...

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

and the nature of my work,
I feel I have no choice.

But it's ridiculous. Mr Foyle's got
nothing to do with the secret
service.

And, anyway, even if he were
investigating you,

I'm sure he would have said
something to me.

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.

I see. Thank you, Doctor.

What happened?

Ah, 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.

Pity.

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've used me to get to
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.

Vlessing?

Marc Vlessing.

Never heard of him.

And he worked 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 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 interests

to deal with the situation carefully.

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.

Um, 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...

Mm.

So now you know.

I'm not a spy.

I'm not working for anyone.

And as for this, it's obviously
a fake.

But I did go to the Old Vic, two
weeks ago. Shakespeare.

Adam and I saw one of the Henrys.

But I wasn't carrying an envelope,
I didn't meet anyone...

It's ridiculous to think Professor
Fraser is passing 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.

I became involved because it seemed
you were in trouble.

I still believe that's the case.

Although you're innocent
and this has been faked,

there's a reason it's been faked
and a reason you've been implicated.

It will be worth finding out why.
Don't you think? Yes, I do.

Where do we start?
Well...

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

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

and use me for whatever purpose
without my knowledge.

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 allow
me to do something about the
situation.

Fair enough.

So...

when do we start?

Secure the gate!

What's going on?

What is it?
Unbelievable.

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

Files?
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.

Vlessing?

How are we going to get in there?

With a key.

How did you get that?

I liberated it.

Is this quite legal?
It's not at all legal.

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

You're not really going to work for
them, are you, sir?

Not if I can help it.

Which number is it?

They didn't tell me.

Oh. That's tricky.

Excuse me.
We're looking for a Mr Marc Vlessing.

I don't know him, dear.

He's Dutch. Sandy-haired.
Travels quite a bit.

Oh. That'll be him on the second
floor.

Flat 6. He's foreign.

Thank you.
Where are you from?

The Department Of Housing.

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

We don't want foreigners here.

You're a natural.

What are we looking for, sir?

Uh... not sure till we find it.

Oh.

He's making a Sopwith 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 Vlessing with either of
them. At least not when I was there.

He's got two passports.

Dutch... and German.

Sir!

Put the gun down! Don't move!

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

Thanks.

Both have 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.
Huh...

Left, left!

Left, right, left!

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

Get rid of these clothes and wash
thoroughly.

There's a shower down the corridor.

Use plenty of hot water and carbolic.

I don't think you understand.
I have to be somewhere at three
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 until you do as I
say. Then you have to be seen by the
doctor.

Clothes there.

Uh, yes?

I'm Adam Wainwright.
Oh, right... comrade.

Through here.

Right. What were you doing in
Vlessing's place?

And what was Mrs Wainwright doing
with you?

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.

You're in no position to be making
demands.

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've both had a dose of radiation.

Low level and brief, but best to be
sure.

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.
Philip?

Mr Wainwright!

Councillor Harris.
We met. Remember?

Yes. How do you do?
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've lived through the Depression
and endured the misery of the second
war.

Don't we owe them something now?
Well said.

You here alone?

You're not married, Mr Wainwright?

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

In 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.'

Vlessing was in Oxford.

Yes, I should have picked up on
that.

Arnwell's near Oxford and...

Professor Fraser was at Arnwell,

along with his colleague Max
Hoffman.

Well, given that nothing, where
you're concerned, is ever what it
seems...

I don't know what you mean.

You know as well as I do
that Fraser detests Communism, Stalin

and everything they stand for.

Also, Mrs Wainwright was nowhere near
the theatre at the time you stated.

Neither had she met Vlessing.
The photograph is a fake. We both
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.

Thank you.

Please. Sit down, Mr Wainwright.

Mrs Wainwright didn't make it, then?
She must be held up.

It's unlike her to be late.

Many would say it's important
for a prospective Member of
Parliament -

a man or a woman -

to show that they have a strong
sense of family values.

You may not agree.
I do agree.

West Peckham is a marginal seat.

Like it or not, a young wife
may well be considered an asset.

That's 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?

If you select me, I'll do everything
I can
for the constituency and the party.

Goes without saying.

Sorry I'm late!

Adam... will you ever forgive me?

Mrs Wainwright?

Yes.
Where have you been?

Uh... it's a long story.

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

Um... 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 any more
and...

I'm not even allowed to tell you
what he was doing there either.

Please. Sit down.

Thank you.

Have we begun yet?

I'm afraid we've finished.

What do you mean?

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

Um...

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, 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.

Dead?
Injected 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 is 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. Vlessing had them.

How did he get them?

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.

It would appear to be important to
find out why,
so, yes, you've been followed.

This... is Tomasz Debski.

My son - when I had a son - studied
briefly at the University of Warsaw.

They were friends.

Tomasz 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?
ust 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 conchy?

No. He was wounded.
He was invalided out.

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 any more.

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.

Oi, you!

What is this place?
And what are you?

It's a... private club.

My son, John. He works in here.
Er, yes. Excuse me.

What?

You're a bloody nancy boy, aren't
you? Eh?

Have you been touching my son?
I don't know your son. I don't know
you.

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?

That's 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'd...

I never touched his son.

It's not like that.

I'm sure.

Who else knows?
At the office?

Yes.

No-one.

Um... I'd be...

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?

Hm.

Miss Pierce doesn't.

Be good.

Frank.

Ruthie.

I'm so sorry.

Come on. Let's get you home.

You heard about Vlessing?

He died.
Mm.

But not as a result of the accident.

He was poisoned.

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

Sorry?

Vlessing being the only person
directly implicated in the so-called
Eternity Ring.

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 few codenames, papers and
photographs - at least one of which
has been faked.

So you say, but I'll be interested
in 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 Shakespeare,
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 is the V in Henry V,

which was on two weeks after Gorin's
defection, which is when the
photograph was taken.

You're not suggesting I was involved
in this? I can't think of any other
way it happened.

Can you?

So Vlessing 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 he'd have said

he'd never been 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, Foyle,
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'?
There might be a better word.

I think he's... unreliable.

Double agent? Is this what you're
saying?

So it's a trap?

Aleksei Gorin, genuine defector,

brings genuine stolen papers
from Soviet Embassy

to which you add a few of your own,

giving the impression there's a
network 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?

Mm. With one exception.

I had set up Fraser's secretary
to implicate Fraser himself,

not realising, nor recognising
that she was your ex-driver.

Sir William made the connection
and insisted on hiring you.

And what will happen to him now?

Hm. He'll be replaced.

And Vlessing?
What about him?

Well, he could have talked.

Did you have him killed?

Oh...

Certainly not.

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

He had plenty of enemies.

His 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 Peckham.

What? Adam? Pre-selected?
Yeah.

Oh, that's wonderful! Why?

Why? He was the best candidate. And
certainly the most memorable.

It's easy enough to tell a committee
what we want to hear,

but it's rare that someone tells us
what they really believe in.

I think the two of you
are gonna make a formidable team.

Adam, I don't believe it.
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!
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?

Oh, don't say that.
Come on, Mr Right.

First I'll make you some supper.

Then we're gonna start work on the
National Health and Social Security.

Good old Attlee. I'm so proud of you.

Adam Wainwright, MP.

I imagine you want to know why?
No, I have no interest at all.

If you've come to offer me
a pistol and a bottle of whisky,

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 apologise for being at
your house under false pretences.

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...
your conclusion?

By spotting the actual, genuine link
between you and Marc Vlessing.

You can get off home, Phyllis.
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 Arnwell
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 a new world
we find ourselves in, Mr Foyle.

Hiroshima. Nagasaki.

Do you have any idea
of the power of the atomic bomb?

We've 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.

Well, 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.

Oh, 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.

Call it what you like, you'd
understand why not everybody would
agree with you.

You've told them?

MI5.

No.

But you're going to tell them?

Since you believe 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.

Mr 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 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 their 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, Foyle!

What's the alternative?
What are you going to do - fish?

Bigger fish to be caught here.

And what about America?

Well, the Howard Paige 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,
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'd 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.

In the last few days, three
high-ranking Russian defectors,

our responsibility and in our safe
houses,

have been found murdered.

You'll work in this section.

Your first job. You'll like this.

Good morning. I'm your Labour
candidate.

I didn't get into politics to play
games.

We do this fair and square
or not at all.

I saw something today that might
interest you.

I'm not at liberty to talk about it.
You know the rules.

The man's got carte blanche to wander
all over the place

and within 48 hours there's a major
security breach!

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