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Indra Varma (0:00)
Wondery plus subscribers can binge full seasons of the Spy who early and ad free on Apple Podcasts or The Wondery app. June 1945 Los Alamos, New Mexico in an office on a secret military base in the desert, Klaus Fuchs places a sheaf of documents into his brief briefcase. He's a thin, 33 year old nuclear physicist with a high hairline and wire rimmed spectacles. As he secures the clasps, he attracts the attention of a colleague. Which girl are you meeting this time? Fuchs. But Fuchs is too wrapped in his thoughts to notice his colleague's wisecrack. Fuchs is a German physicist who came to Britain to escape the Nazis. Now he's in America working on the Manhattan Project, the top secret program to build the first atomic bomb. The hope is this devastating weapon will end the Second World War. Fuchs picks up his briefcase and heads for the door. Klaus, is everything okay? Oh, sorry. I was lost in maths. We've been through this, Fuchsia. It's math. Mathematics then. I've got a leave day to use up before the end of the month. Thought I'd visit the museum in Santa Fe, pull my head out of the numbers for a bit. I'll be back for Oppenheimer's briefing. Fuchs heads outside and clambers into his Buick. He drives slowly through the Los Alamos complex. Dirt roads weave through a patchwork of hastily constructed wooden barracks and functional buildings. In the distance, the Jemes Mountains rise against a clear sky. A narrow, unpaved street cuts through the makeshift town. Military vehicles kick up clouds of dust as they rumble past. Residents walk briskly. Soldiers idle at strategic points. Fuchs drives towards the checkpoint at the entrance to the base. As he approaches, an armed guard steps from out of his hut and waves at him to stop. Can I see your pass, please, sir? Fuchs picks his pass up from the passenger seat, glancing at the briefcase sat in the footwell. He opens the pass and with a warm smile hands it to the guard through the window. Where are you headed today, sir? The guard looks at the pass, then at Fuchs, checking that the photograph matches the man in the driver's seat. Then he tilts his head and peers past Fuchs, trying to get a good look at the car's interior. I'm going to the historical museum in Santa Fe. That a German accent? Have you been? The guard goes to reply, then stops himself. The two men lock eyes. After a moment, the guard nods toward the footwell. What's in the briefcase? Fuchs stiffens. Imperceptibly Inside his briefcase are copies of the blueprints for Trinity, the world's first atom bomb, and it's due to be tested in a few weeks. Those blueprints are the fruit of years of work by some of the world's best scientists and a billion dollars of US Military funds. If Trinity works, the world will change irrevocably, ushering in the nuclear age. But Fuchs believes a weapon of this magnitude should belong to no one single state or power. So he's decided to smuggle the blueprints out of Los Alamos and pass them to the Soviet Union. In there sandwiches. My lunch. Fuchs clasps and unclasps his fingers. If he is delayed for too long, he will miss his rendezvous with his Soviet handler and his chance to deliver these documents to Moscow. The guard's eyes narrow. Fuchs breathing becomes shallower. For if his treachery is discovered, he won't just miss his rendezvous. He will face the electric chair.
