www.youtube.com/.../watch?v=HkqEz4DVLGs

That's the kind of thing we need.

Oh, no reason, I guess.

Oh, of course.

Thank you, Sergeant.

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?

Oh, come, come, we should get inside.

The test will be starting soon.

Ah, Helen.

Welcome.

Just here.

Thank God the storm has passed over.

I wonder, God, how anything to do with it.

Are you religious, Professor Fraser?

Not anymore.

Professor, I have some goggles over here
for you.

Excuse us, fellas.

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

How far away from the tower?

5.68 miles.

10,000 yards.

You don't need to be worried.

I'm not.

Here.

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

I wish my family could have seen this.

They died in the war.

Did I blink it?

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!

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Doran.

Mr. Foyle?

Yeah.

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

Of course I do.

Is he sure?

Yes, of course.

How are you, Frank?

I'm bearing up.

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

Well, you'll miss it.

Perfectly good reason, it seems to me.

You just back?

Yes, sir.

I got a ship to him 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?

Ladies and gentlemen, please make your way
to immigration.

Thank you.

Are you 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 10 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, sir.

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

Forgive me.

You are Arthur Valentine, I know.

At the security service?

Unfortunate.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Not at all necessary, sir.

They 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've 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 Hart 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, isn't 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 any, 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 Pierce.

Precisely 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.

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
sympathisers.

Fellow travellers.

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.

Disinformation.

Designed to make us waste our time and
resources.

Exactly.

What we need here are police methods.

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 code name 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.

These 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 this taken?

A month ago.

Chekhov was playing.

Jerry 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

Seven Oaks 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 your hands absolutely in
your interest.

Look into this, Foyles.

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, sir.

I'm so glad.

Come in.

I'm leaving now for this, 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 make to them tomorrow.

Is there anything else?

No, no, nothing, thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hello.

What sort of day?

Not too bad.

Not too much luck with the shopping now.

No salmon, no toilet paper, no Ovaltine,
and no soft fruit.

Apparently it's all been used by the WI.

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, 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.

I 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.

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.

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've deserved it.

Wise words.

Thank you.

Your name is Alexei 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 a code and a 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.

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, he'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 beyond a bar.

He's too young to be serving drinks.

What sort of future is 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?

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

Got some bacon?

No.

Forget it.

I'll go and open it.

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... smustery.

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 had.

No, of course not.

Mr Foyle?

What are you doing here?

I've come to see you.

How did you know I was here?

Your husband.

How was America?

Seems an age since he 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 Seven Oaks...

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 were 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.

Me too.

And London?

How'd you get on with London?

To be honest, we can't afford to go out
much.

Well, I understand.

We've been to some theatre.

Dance halls.

Bit of a change from Seven Oaks,
though.

Seven Oaks 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 and I'm very
pleased to meet you.

How do you do?

I understood you're in America.

Well, just back.

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

So what brings you to London?

Well, erm, friends.

I'm just passing through.

You managed to find yourself somewhere to
stay.

The hotel's bursting at the seams.

I've got a room.

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

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

Oh, right away, I suppose.

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no.

We'll 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.

Well, not at all.

No.

Seven o'clock, shall we say?

Thank you.

Good man.

Thank you, Margaret.

So Foyle thinks Garin 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 Garin 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's he doing?

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

This has to stop.

Keep the change.

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 stabs, Mr Foyle?

Once upon a time.

These are quite rare, aren't they?

Yes, fairly.

Well, this one certainly is.

The image has been printed upside down.

No, that's the pride of my collection.

It's very valuable.

And the plain that's an American Curtis?

Oh, well spotted, yes.

Curtis JN4.

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

Right.

Sir?

Oh, do you want 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 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 1933 when Hitler
became chancellor.

Of course I was interned.

Well, quite right, too.

He was a bloody communist.

That's cool.

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?

Well, 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.

Sam.

You saw Mr Foyle?

Yes.

I don't think he's a bit strange,
he's 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 either would.

I'm sure they won't ask.

But it might be better not to mention it.

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 might 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 in 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, 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?

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.

Oh, 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.

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 glands.

Fermi referenced it when he spoke at the
APS.

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

We are involved in various projects.

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... 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?

Thoyle?

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 inquiries and

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

What?

Am I fired?

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 he have any interest in me?

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

Thank you.

All right.

Mum, bacon and toast, you enjoy that.

You look very smart, Frank.

Interviews 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.

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 going to be late.

I've made you some lunch.

Try not to disturb John.

And good luck!

I hope it goes well.

Are you enjoying that?

I'll see you later then, three o'clock.

West Pickham Town Hall, you got the
address?

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

What did you tell them?

Swatting up, Sharp, Collingwood,
Beatrice Webb, our last manifesto and the

white paper on the National Health
Service.

I prefer Agatha Christian.

Well, just tell them that.

Don't worry.

The cowards flinch and traitors snare.

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.

Do I have that meeting later in Oxford,
Max?

Are you all right to make your own with
him?

Sure, Michael, I'll take the train.

Good man.

How are doing, boys?

Professor?

Yes?

Name's Shaw, I have a meeting with Chief,
so you're pretending to have one.

Shaw, did you say?

Your name's not on the list.

Frank Shaw, what do you use at 10?

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.

There's a Frank Shaw here to see you.

Yes, sir, of course.

All these documents are marked Vishnys.

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, sir, isn't a great deal to go on.

Fast meeting places, letter boxes,
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've 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 blessing.

Of course, it's your prerogative to ignore
it.

Do it.

Actually, we've lost blessing.

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...

Arrest, interrogation, investigation,
police methods, Miss Pearce.

Exactly what we need.

Blessing.

Yes?

You wish to live.

Leave now.

Who is this?

Leave now.

This is the place.

Come on, you two.

Shall we?

Sir.

Let's see.

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 will see you now.

Would you...

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 genuine 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 were
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. Filers got nothing to do with the
secret service.

And anyway, even if
you were investigating,

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-week salary.

It's probably for the best.

I see.

Thank you, doctor.

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

Sir William won't be pleased.

Any 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'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.

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

interests 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 has Adam said?

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.

Edward Knight saw one
of the Henrys, but I wasn't

carrying an envelope
and 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?

It's impossible 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 Marmal.

There's been a security breach.

Oh, worse than that, much worse.

One of the cabinets in sector five.

Sector five?

190 micrograms of uranium-233 have been
taken.

What?

Theft was discovered an hour ago.

Let's see.

How are we going to get in there?

With a key.

How do you get that?

I think they liberated it.

Is this quite legal?

Well, it's not at all legal.

But the security service hasn't seen how
much we've gone 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. Mark
Flessing.

I don't know him, dear.

He's Dutch.

Sort of sadly 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.

Jump the queue, Diddy.

You should move him on.

I don't want foreigners here.

You're a natural.

What are we looking for, sir?

I'm not sure till we find it.

Huh.

He's made you a sop of 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'll never solve a blessing with either of
them.

At least not when I was there.

He's got two passports.

Dutch... and German.

Sir?

Could we get them?

Don't move!

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 is getting out of hand.

I did warn you.

It's out of control.

You can't do this.

I have to leave.

Get rid of these clothes and wash
thoroughly.

There's a shower cubicle just down the
corridor.

Use plenty of hot water and carbonic.

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 here until you do as I
say.

Then you have to be seen by the doctor.

Clothes there.

Adam Wydwright.

Oh, right, comrade.

Through here.

Right.

What were you doing in Fletching's place?

And what was Mrs Wydwright 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?

No, I don't suppose we can.

Mr Wydwright.

Councillor Harris.

We met, remember?

Yes, how do you do?

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 him?

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 Griffith's 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're not married, Mr Wydwright.

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 Armwell.

A quantity of uranium has been taken.

Blessing was in Oxford.

Yes, I should have picked up on that.

Armwell's near Oxford.

Professor Fraser was at Armwell.

Along with his colleague, Max Hoffman.

Well, given that nothing of your concerns
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
Wydwright was nowhere near the

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

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 Wydwright?

Please, sit down, Mr Wydwright.

Mrs Wydwright didn't make it, then?

She must be held up.

It's unlike her to be late.

The remainder here
would say that it's very

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, 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.

Mr Wydwright.

Is there anything you want to add,
Mr Wydwright?

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.

Adam.

You have to forgive me.

Mrs Wydwright?

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.

Thank you.

Have we begun yet?

I'm afraid we're 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, 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, Pecamist.

West.

Right.

Dead.

Injected with potassium cyanide.

All hallmarks of the 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 Marnawell?

We found them.

Blessing 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, Thomas.

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 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 more 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 did 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's it.

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.

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't hardly wait.

The police officers who helped you last
night also spoke to me earlier.

So you know.

Know about what?

About the club.

The gentleman'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'd...

I'd have touched his son.

It's not like that.

I'm sure.

Who else knows?

At the office?

Yes.

No one?

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?

His peers doesn't.

Be good.

Ruthie.

I'm so sorry.

Come on.

Let's get Europe.

How about blessing?

He died.

But none of the 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.

So you keep saying, but I'd be interested
to know how you reach that conclusion.

Because A.

Samantha Wainwright has never met
blessing.

Blessing 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 Gorin's defection,

which is when the
photograph was taken.

I'm 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 spiring?

Good question.

You tell me.

I'm not the one explaining myself.

Yet.

If you've got a theory foil, 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?

Alexey Gorin, genuine defector,
brings genuine stolen papers from the

Soviet Embassy to which you had 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.

Well, 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've 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.

Sir William made the connection and
insisted on hiring you.

And what will happen to him now?

He'll be replaced.

And blessing?

What about him?

Well, he could have talked.

Did you have him killed?

No.

Certainly not.

Blessing was exactly what I told you he
was for.

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?

Been selected?

Yes.

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.

I think the two of you are 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?

It takes me there.

Come on, Mr Wright.

First off, I'm going to make you some
supper.

Then we're going to 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.

Well, if you come here to offer me a
pistol and a bottle of whisky,

I'm afraid you're going to be
disappointed.

No need.

You disappear.

Leave the country.

Nobody sees you again.

Vanishment.

How very Elizabethan.

And who takes over here?

I wonder.

Always knew you were ambitious.

I would have favoured a beheading.

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

I'm here to apologise 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 showed 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 Mark Vlessing.

You can get off home, Phyllis, 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.

It's 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.

There's 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.

As an alternative, what are you going to
do for the rest of your life?

Fish?

Bigger fish to be caught here.

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,
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 him.

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.