All language subtitles for The.Bletchley.Circle.S02E02.Episode.2.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-Kitsune_track4_[eng]

- [types on typewriter]
- [mysterious music]

[Millie] Morning, Susan.

[Susan] How's she holding up?

[Millie] Well enough
under the circumstances.

Alice has got five days,
we need to concentrate.

[Susan] I know.

Come on, get that brain
of yours into gear.

Why did they want Lizzie
dead as well as Richards?

Ah, because she's still
dangerous to them.

They're after her because

they don't know what
Richards told her,

and they don't take the risk

she might know whatever
it was that Richards knew.

It's in these clippings
somewhere,

something makes that
story worth killing for.

Sorry, I couldn't get away.

Anything about the
Salisbury crash?

There's nothing in the case
file apart from a note saying,

"Please refer all information
to the Ministry of Defence."

[sighs] Official secrets.

To think, it used to be
our job to protect them.

Not anymore.

Surely this isn't something

that the Army would want to
publicize if they had a choice.

Go on.

I just think they
did have a choice.

It happened in the middle
of the night,

in the middle of nowhere,
in Salisbury Plain,

all the people involved
were military personnel,

they could've kept this
as quiet as they liked,

and yet,

Richards was reading about
it in his daily newspaper.

You're right, that is odd.

The families of these servicemen

must've wanted to know
what was happening.

- Hm.
- Yes, good,

we need to find out who
the families are.

If we can get to them, maybe
we'll find out the truth.

I have to pick the
children up from school.

I've got to get to work,

the German business world
would crumble without me.

I'm sorry, your services
are no longer required.

What?

The translation post
has been reassigned,

your services are no
longer required here.

I don't understand, why?

[Official] I can't
go into details.

Why?

[Official] I believe some query

as to your security clearance,

I'm sorry.

[mysterious music]

Sam!

Sam.

Sam!

Sam.

Look, it's a dog.

Yes, Sam.

Mommy, are you alright?

Yes, yes, of course, darling.

Good.

Should we go home?

[door shuts]

[footsteps]

[knock on door]

Lizzie, it's me.

[unlocks door]

I forgot my keys, sorry.

[Lizzie] Aren't you
supposed to be at work?

Apparently not.

How are you, how
are you feeling?

I don't know, how should
I be feeling?

I'll go make us some
tea. [footsteps]

These should lead us
to the families.

I hope you ladies
are in the mood

for a little light reading.

[dramatic music]

Mommy?

Yes?

If Daddy goes abroad, does
that mean Sam and I come too,

or does it mean boarding school?

Who told you Daddy's
going abroad?

I heard you talking.

Come here.

Nothing's decided yet.

But if.

I don't want you worrying
about it.

I don't want to go
to boarding school.

[phone rings]

Hello.

This is either very important

or it's the world's
biggest coincidence.

What is it?

You know we were gonna
talk to the families,

[static on line]
ask them about--

Jean, did you hear
something? [mysterious music]

Like what?

It's nothing.

Don't worry about all
of the families,

it didn't get 'em, I'm
sure they're gonna make it.

I have to go, I'm sorry, I'll
see you tomorrow, bye now.

Mommy, are you alright?

What is it?

What's going on?

Nothing, dear.

Are you sure it wasn't
just a noise?

Telephones do make
noises, you know?

Of course it wasn't
just a noise!

Look, whoever killed Richards
thought a military court

was the best way to keep
Lizzie's trial under their control.

The killer is in the
Army or the government.

I, um, I lost my job.

Someone's altered my
security clearance

so I can't get governmental
translation work anymore.

Do you see? Somebody
knows about us.

And the police have a file

saying "refer to the
Ministry of Defence".

Say we go to the police,

what if they refer us straight

to the person who killed
John Richards?

Somebody knows,

somebody who tried to kill
Lizzie, who did kill Richards.

Somebody is watching us.

I can't do this again.

Susan, it's not like that.

No, I can't!

Susan, Susan, hang on!

I have to make myself
ready to die for them,

do you understand?

I know, I know.

No, you don't!

You don't know, that's
the problem,

you don't know, none of you do!

And now it's happening
all over again.

None of you have children.

I know.

None of you have families, Jean.

And neither did the men
who died that night.

It's what I was trying
to say on the telephone,

the men in the crash,

we were gonna talk
to their families,

find out who was
asking questions,

but they don't have any,

they don't have families,
none of them.

No wives, no parents,
no sweethearts, not one.

Now tell me, is that a
coincidence, or is it something else?

I'm so sorry, I just can't
think about this anymore.

Susan, you're good at
this type of thing.

Look, we need you.

Other people need me more.

All out, Louis, what
can be done?

All I can tell you, Miss
McBrian, is nothing can be done.

I'm truly sorry, I know
she was your friend.

She still is my friend.

There's nothing you or
anyone else can do now,

she refused the chance
of an appeal,

Alice Merren will be
hanged in five days time.

What if there were new
evidence in the case?

Hypothetically speaking.

If there were compelling,
conclusive evidence,

we could present it to
the Home Secretary,

but there isn't, is there?

We need your help.

It was easier to get
to see you this time.

They loosened up the regulations

once a sentence is passed,

it's compassionate.

Is this a bad idea?

No.

No, tell me what you've got.

Anything's better
than just waiting.

You knew John better
than anyone,

can you have a look at these

and tell us what you
think we're missing?

We think John found out
something about this crash.

He saw something in these
reports that sent up a red flag,

and that he was killed for it,

but we can't work
out what it was,

if there's a pattern or a clue--

Shh, shh, shh. [dramatic music]

Four men, none of them
have loved ones,

it's far too much of a
coincidence, they were chosen,

that's what John saw
in these stories.

You've been working from a
false assumption all along.

Code 14, corruption
in the data set,

redo calculation from start.

You used it yourselves
to get to see me.

What, what did we get wrong?

Everything comes back
to the military,

you're right about that.

You were wrong about John,

he wasn't recruited
for Bletchley,

and then he was assigned
somewhere else, somewhere secret,

couldn't tell me where.

What if he never left?

The car crash on the Salisbury
Plain is a cover story,

what if John's career
is as well?

What if he didn't
need to see a clue

in these newspaper reports

because he already knew
the story? [dramatic music]

From the inside.

Blood on his hands.

Alice, do you think John

could've been responsible
for these deaths.

I don't know, he was a
good man, he would...

The only thing that makes sense

is that John wasn't working for

some fertilizer company
after the war,

he was still working
for the Army.

And whatever John was
doing for the Army

is what they're trying
to cover up.

So which department in the
Army was he working for?

Sorry,

I have to go now.

Jean, will you...

Could you give Lizzie my love?

Of course.

Thank you.

[door closes]

Richards didn't just
disappear for 12 years,

he was posted somewhere,
we need to find out where.

Well, don't look at me,
I'm no use to you,

all the people I know

are connections from the
Army or the government,

and our cards are marked there,

if we go asking any
of them about--

Jean, the military archives
will show where he was posted.

The police,

Scotland Yard requisition
form would get you in.

You could lose your job.

But not my life.

[mysterious music]

Ben, is the DCI in?

Uh, no, meeting upstairs.

What was it?

Um, Records Department
wanted a signature on this,

it's just file requests.

Who wants it?

Somebody Fowler, I think.

Don Fowler?

Mm-hmm.

DCR's supposed to sign
for restricted files.

Yeah, oh, I know, um...

There, don't tell anyone,

I'll have all you girls
knocking on my door.

Promise.

[mysterious music]

[Man] No paperwork must
leave the room.

Two piles, at Bletchley
and after Bletchley.

Anything at all with
Richards' name on it.

Ah, here we go.

[sighs]

Classified and redacted.

There's still nothing
post-Bletchley.

Bletchley.

This is a dead end,

nothing here shows us
where Richards was posted.

Alright, let's go at
it a different way.

He left Bletchley and
he went somewhere else,

I mean, he literally went
somewhere else, he took a train.

Travel orders, good girl.

Let's see, shall we?

Here we go, Richards, J.,

travel order 6741,
fourth of April,

countersigned and stamped
Bletchley to Salisbury.

Salisbury?

Salisbury Plain's where
the crash happened,

Salisbury's where the
fake fertilizer company

is supposed to be, so
what's in Salisbury?

There.

What is it?

Transfer request docket.

Richards, J., fourth
of April, 1943,

from the Government Code and
Cypher School at Bletchley

to the Biology Department,
Porton, Salisbury.

The biology department?

[sighs] Oh my god, that place.

Jean, what's at Porton?

It's called Porton Down now,

started in the Great
War making mustard gas,

by the last war,

it was the Defence Department's

research laboratory for
chemical weapons.

[mysterious music]

As far as I know, it still is.

Richards was collecting
newspaper articles,

he told Lizzie that
they were vital,

well, if this story's
what we think it is,

if they're covering up something

far worse than just an accident,

and if Richards was
to blame for that,

he'd have no reason to be
collecting newspaper clippings.

He didn't know until he
read it in the paper,

but the minute he read
it, he knew what it was.

He knew the truth behind
the cover story.

He'd seen it before.

He had blood on his
hands, but not from this.

This horrified him,

this made him collect evidence

and give it to Lizzie
for safekeeping.

That's it, isn't it?

He was gonna blow the whistle.

He knew what they were doing.

So they killed him.

What on God's earth did
they do to those men?

We could find out.

Well, they were hospitalized,

we just need to find
out which hospital.

[door opens]

Lizzie?

She's gone.

[papers shuffle]

[mysterious music]

[sandbags drop forcefully]

[door opens]

[Guard] Visitor.

Who is it?

[gasps]

You must be angry?

I would be.

We were very young,

it felt like the
only thing to do.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

It doesn't matter.

It does though.

Did you love him?

Yes.

Then why didn't you
stay together?

It wasn't that simple.

He was engaged to someone else.

He didn't love her, but,

his family,

and then the war.

Did you ever think about me?

All the time. [dramatic music]

Every day.

So did John.

I miss him.

Me too.

But it's alright.

You don't have to stay,
you can go if you like.

No, no.

I want to stay.

I want to see you, I just...

I want to stay.

Giddy up, horsey, come on.

I told Jean I can't
do this anymore,

why are you asking me to
do something I can't do?

Because I think you can do it,

and none of the rest of us can.

One man dead, three men
with chemical burns,

that much we know is true,

it's the causes and the reasons
that are a pack of lies.

Whatever was done to those
men was done on purpose,

and it was done in the name
of the Army or the government.

I don't know which is worse,

but that's what we need to show

because then we can
demonstrate that Alice Merren

wasn't responsible for
John Richards' murder.

Why are you here, Millie?

Lucy found where they're
treating the soldiers.

It doesn't have to be public,

the solicitor can approach
the Home Secretary in camera

and have the case declared null,

but none of that happens
without proof.

I'm right, aren't I,
it's the same hospital

where Timothy was treated
after the war?

All those exercises,

all that physical therapy
and learning to walk again,

and all the while, you
were there by his side,

you were a fixture.

It was so many years ago.

It only takes one nurse
to remember you,

someone's bound to.

I have no reason
to go back there.

Yes, you do.

- [dramatic music]
- There's a foreign posting

coming your way,

you need Timothy's
medical records

for the insurance company,

you wouldn't ask, but you
just need a quick favor,

you're in a hurry.

Gosh, you've got all the
answers, haven't you?

She's a lot like you.

She's nothing like me.

She thought she was
giving herself up

to save her daughter's life.

It isn't just Alice either,

Lizzie's gone missing.

There's an entry here

on the company that
employed Richards.

Even if Porton is a secret,

the cover company
that they created,

that has to be public,

and there's a CEO listed
for the company.

Yes, Daniel Thomas, I know.

I tried that, he's a fake too.

But that's now, but
10 years ago,

the CEO was listed
as Oliver Masters.

So, they changed the fake
boss of the fake company.

Masters isn't fake.

[children play]

Timothy, can I ask
you about the Army?

If your commanding officer
did something that was wrong,

would you still be proud?

Yes.

The Army isn't a man,

it's not my commanding officer,

or the battalion
commander, or the general,

it's more than any
of those people.

People make mistakes,

they do cruel or foolish things,

sometimes they do evil things,

but do we think the entire
German Army was evil,

or were they just following
the orders of an evil man?

The Army's about loyalty
and discipline,

those are the things
I feel proud of.

I suppose I'd like
to feel them again.

Except without the bullets.

Except without the
bullets, yeah.

[mysterious music]

Masters' research is mentioned
throughout these journals.

Here, here we go,

"Oliver Masters, CEO,
Newgate Laboratories",

but here,

"Professor Oliver Masters,

"crossover functions of diseases
of the metabolism, 1936,

"neural decay as a precursor
of metabolic failure, 1937",

two other papers in 1938,
one on human biology,

one on biochemistry,

and then the war starts
and he just vanishes.

Oh, he doesn't vanish,
he just stops publishing.

How did you realize?

I recognized the name, he
signed the transfer request.

I mean, he must've
known Richards

if we was the one asking for
him to be seconded to Porton.

Maybe he'll know exactly what
Richards was involved with.

Where's Professor Masters now?

Well, according to
this, he retired,

five years back, when the
CEO changed to Daniel Thomas.

I think tomorrow we should
dig him out of retirement,

don't you?

[mysterious music]

Good luck.

Thank you for doing this.

I hope you find Masters.

Thomas Park Military
Hospital, please.

Brave girl.

[mysterious music]

Height, please.

5'9".

14 inches.

Miss Havers?

Gracious, what a surprise.

Hello, Lily.

Well, it must be--

Seven years.

Oh,

yes.

But it's not Miss Havers
anymore, it's Mrs. Gray.

We always knew it
would be one day.

How is he?

Oh, good, very good indeed.

Thick skull, but leg's
as good as new.

What on earth brings
you back here?

There's supposed to be,
like, 100 forms, you know?

I know, we didn't realize
until yesterday, and then--

Don't worry, just tell anyone.

No, of course.

Lieutenant Timothy Gray.

Discharged sixth of March, 1946.

Should be all in there.

Thank you so much.

Gosh, [chuckles] an
awful lot of it.

Oh, then I shall let you get on,

give me a call if
you need anything.

[mysterious music]

Ward C.

[respirator operates]

Who are you?

Uh, I'm

from Porton Down,

I just wanted to ask
you about what happened.

[Man] You're a scientist?

That's right.

And you wanna ask
me what happened?

Yes.

You should know, you did it.

Don't you even know
what you did?

[footsteps]

Sorry, I don't understand.

Piss off.

I just want to ask you
a few questions.

[scoffs] You can
ask all you like,

it's not gonna make any
difference, is it?

It's not gonna fix me.

You lied to us.

You lied to us all,
all of you did.

What did we lie about?

We were gonna help people,

do something useful,

a cure for the common cold.

Wasn't a cure for
anything, was it?

It was just a bloody weapon!

And then Jimmy was screaming,
and dying on the floor,

and you lot stood there
making notes!

All you doctors and scientists
can go and hang yourselves.

[intense music]

Who told you it was medicine?

Who are you?

[Soldier] Miss, this
is a restricted area.

Yeah, sorry, I'm so sorry,
I didn't mean to upset you.

I didn't mean to upset
you, I didn't.

[Lily] Susan?

Professor Masters,
may we have a word?

It's about the crash that
happened near Salisbury.

Salisbury?

Near Porton Down.

Come in.

[mysterious music]

We can have you imprisoned
immediately

for spying on a military
establishment,

do you understand that?

What the hell were you doing?

I'm not sure I understand.

You knew John Richards
back in the war,

you requested his transfer
from Bletchley Park to Porton.

We think that after you
retired from Porton,

something happened, something
John was prepared to live with

until this crash was reported.

The crash is a cover
story, isn't it?

Whatever John was ashamed
of, it was happening again,

but this time, he was prepared
to say something to stop it.

And someone killed him for it.

An innocent woman is
gonna hang for this death

unless we can show what
really happened.

Please, will you talk to us?

Where's the other one?

What?

There are four of you,
we're one short.

Where's your friend?

Mrs. Gray, I really do advise
you to explain yourself,

or this is going to go
very badly for you indeed.

- [knock on door]
- Come!

[door opens]

Oh, um, please, sit down.

See if you can talk
some sense into her.

What on earth's happening?

Alright,

stop,

stop keeping things from me,

you always have been,
don't think I don't know.

Dammit, they're talking
about locking you up!

The children without a
mother, is that what you want?

Stop it.

I'll stop when you
tell me the truth!

If I tell you the truth,
I'm breaking the law,

they'll lock me up anyway.

I don't want riddles, Susan,

I want to know.

The truth?

Yes.

I worked at the Government
Code and Cypher School

at Bletchley Park.
[dramatic music]

We intercepted certain
intelligence,

and broke German encryption.

That's who I am,

that's who I am, Timothy.

I saved lives, [chuckles]
I made a difference.

I tried.

You want the truth,

the truth is that the
men in this hospital

weren't hurt in a
chemical spill,

that they were poisoned
by their own government

in secret without their consent,

they had no idea what
was being done to them,

they were just laboratory
rats for a weapons experiment.

John Richards was going to
spill the beans, if you will,

and someone killed him,

and now,

you would let a 17-year-old
girl take the blame for it.

That's the truth.

And that innocent woman
is going to hang

for something one of your
people did, that is the truth!

Do you want to go on, or
have you heard enough?

So who was it, who killed him,

was it you or did you
just give the order?

- Uh, no--
- You might as well tell me.

- Oh god.
- If you don't,

I'm sure Masters will.

Have you spoken to Masters?

My friends are with him now.

He may be retired,

but I'm sure he knows plenty

about what's been going on here.

The [stutters] chemical
you're talking about

is called Sarin,

it's the future.

When we pushed through
Germany after the war,

we discovered stockpiles of
the most ingenious horrors,

nerve gases that would
kill in moments,

aerosol agents [stutters]
capable of penetrating the skin,

astonishing and awful creations,

that kind of threat
has to be countered.

Men lost their lives.

One or two,

they're casualties of war.

The war is over.

[stutters] You have the
nerve to say that to me?

Who's your contact?

I want the name of your
contact, your handler.

I give you my word

this will go easy for
you if you cooperate.

Let me just get this straight,

Richards was going
to talk publicly

about an experiment
conducted at Porton Down?

You're certain of this?

Yes, that's why he was killed.

It was a domestic murder.

No, it was an assassination.

Look, a young girl called
Elizabeth Lancaster

was framed for it.

War documents were
planted in her flat

so that the case would come
under military jurisdiction,

but her mother stumbled
across the crime scene,

thought the worst, and
put herself in her place,

look, you know all this!

I most certainly do not.

Well, then if you don't
mind me saying,

you're not in possession
of the facts.

You say your friends are
talking to Masters now?

Yes, perhaps he'll know
who's responsible.

What is it, what's the matter?

Masters didn't retire,
he's been promoted.

He was made head of
the whole division.

And he's evidently working on
his own. [mysterious music]

I'm sorry, who do
you think we are?

Enemies of the state.

No, no, no, no, you're
wrong. [Masters fires gun]

[Jean screams]

Don't be foolish, you're
traitors, all of you.

Yeah, I know what Richards
was doing,

passing information to the
Lancaster girl, and now you four.

I want the name of your contact.

[dials number]

You thought she was a spy?

You thought we were spies?

He was passing classified
[phone rings] information

to the Russians, now
tell me who your

[stutters] [phone
rings] contact is

before this gets a great
deal less pleasant.

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

Come with me.

[phone rings]

Stay [phone rings] where
I can see you.

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

[Colonel] Masters, I
need to talk to you

about John Richards.

[hangs up phone]

[dials operator]

[Operator] Operator.

Get me the London office, now!

[Operator] Yes, sir.

Friends in high places indeed.

How far does this go?

Tell me now, and tell me
who you're working for.

I have to safeguard
the things we value,

honor, and decency,

goodness. [police sirens wail]

I am a patriot!

Whereas [stutters] you would
have us all ruled from Moscow

in the name of so-called
equality.

What you did was, was evil.

[police sirens wail]

Well, you're about to find
out just how wrong you are.

They're the traitors,
there they are.

Put the gun down!

Arrest them.

Now!

Get on the floor, do it!

Now!

Dismissed.

Everything is alright,

but one of your friends
has been hurt,

only a flesh wound
as I understand it,

my men are looking after her.

Hurt, sorry, who's hurt?

I'm sorry, I don't
have any names.

I have to see them,
I have to go.

I'll get you a car.

Um, what my wife said
about those men,

that we experimented on,
that's not true is it?

I can't talk about that,
sir, and neither can you.

- [dramatic music]
- I'll get someone

to take you to the hospital.

[women laugh]

How do we

fix this?

We'll start again.

I want you to take the job.

What?

And I don't want to leave
the children behind,

I want us all to start
again in some [chuckles]

exciting new place.

Yes.

You'd be an excellent teacher,

or maybe research, whatever
you wanted,

I could make some
calls, find out.

God, I'd like that. [chuckles]

[children yell]

[dramatic music]

[knocks on window]

[chuckles]

Hello.

Hi, Mommy.

Why are you in an Army car?

'Cause your mommy is a hero.

Come on you.

Your very own big adventure.

Perhaps this time it will be.

We'll miss you.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you too.

Send us a postcard, alright?

Let me know where you wind up.

Promise.

[chuckles]

I have to go.

[sobs]

Thank you.

[mysterious music]