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I'm afraid
something awful has happened.

Social call?

Are you working
for that Merren bitch?

The bitch in prison,
are you working for her?

What happens
if she offers no defence?

She'll be hanged.

It is a promotion.

It's a two-year posting.

Abroad.

Her name's Elizabeth Lancaster.
She's 17 years old.

She moved down from Yorkshire
about a year ago.

Look out!

Someone tried to kill me!

I know. Not us.
She can't be my mother.

We abandoned our child
because I was young and foolish

and not prepared to face the shame.

There was a deadline for the appeal.

It's just gone. I told them.

No appeal.

He said he had blood on his hands.

He told me to keep them
somewhere safe.

The accident occured on Salisbury Plain
in the early hours of Tuesday morning.

Military personnel who attended the chemical
spill are being treated for fume inhalation.

There were severe
respiratory complications.

The tissue of their lungs
are, erm, corroded.

I don't know they'll survive.

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Morning, Susan.

How's she holding up?

Well enough,
under the circumstances.

Alice has got five days.
We need to concentrate.

I know.

Come on, get that
brain of yours into gear.

Why do they want Lizzie dead
as well as Richards?

Because she's still dangerous
to them.

They're after her because they
don't know what Richards told her

and they daren't take the risk
that 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."

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 publicise
if they had a choice?

Go on. I think
they did have a choice.

It happened...
in the middle of the night,

in the middle of nowhere
on Salisbury Plain.

All the people involved were
military personnel.

They could have 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
have wanted to know what was happening.

Yes, good. We need to find out
who the families are.

If we can get to them,
then 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?

I can't go into details. Why?

I believe some query
as to your security clearance.

I'm sorry.

Sam?

Sam!

Sam!

Sam?

Mummy, look, it's a dog.

Mummy, are you all right?

Yes. Yes, of course, darling.

Shall we go home?

Lizzie? It's me.

I forgot my keys, sorry.

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.

These should lead us
to the families.

I hope you ladies are in the mood
for a little light reading.

Mummy? 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're 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.

Hello?

This is either very important
or it's the world's biggest coincidence.

What is it?

You know we were going to talk
to the families, ask them about...

Jean, did you hear something?
Like what?

Don't worry about talking to the families.
It's only dinner, I'm sure they'll make it.

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

Mummy, are you all right?

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!

Whoever killed Richards thought
a military court would best keep
Lizzie's trial under their control.

The killer is in the army or...

the government.

I erm...

I lost my job.

Someone's altered my security clearance, so
I can't get governmental translation work.

Do you see? Somebody knows about us.

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 had to make myself ready
to die fo them? 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-no...
No wise, no pants, 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 any more.

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

Look, we need you.

Other people need me more.

All I want to know is,
what can be done?

And 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.

Could they...

losing up the revelations
what's the sentences poss?

It's compassionate.

Is this a bad idea? No.

No, tell me what you've got.

Anything is better than just waited.

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, so he was killed for.

We can't work out if there's
a pattern or clue... Sh, sh.

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 were right about that.

You were wrong about John.

He was recruited
for Bletchley, and...

then he was assigned
somewhere else.

Somewhere secret.
He couldn't tell me where.

What if he never left? The car crash
on 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?

From the inside?

Blood on his hands.

Do you think John could have been
responsible for these deaths?

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

The only thing that makes sense is
that John wasn't working for some
fertiliser company after the war,

he was still working for the army.

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.

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.

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.

A Scotland Yard requisition form
would get you in.

You could lose your job.

But not my life.

Ben, is the DCI in?

No, meeting upstairs. What was it?

The Records Department wanted a signature
on this. It's just file requests.

Who wants it?

Somebody Fowler, I think.

Don Fowler? Mm-hm.

The DCI's supposed to sign
for restricted files.

Yeah, er... I know. Erm...

There.

Don't tell anyone. I'll have
all you girls knocking on my door.

Promise.

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.

There's still nothing
post Bletchley.

Bletchley. Bletchley.

This is a dead end. Nothing here
shows us where Richards was posted.

All right.

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.

4th April." Countersigned
and stamped Bletchley to Salisbury.

Salisbury?

Salisbury Plain is where the crash
happened, where the fake fertiliser
company is meant to be.

What's in Salisbury?

There. What is it?

Transfer request docket.

"Richards, J, 4th April, 1943.

From the Government
Code and Cypher School, Bletchley,

to the Biology Department,
Porton, Salisbury."

The Biology Department?

My God, that place.

Jean? What's at Porton?

It's called Porton Down now.

It started in the Great War
making mustard gas.

By the last war, it was the
Defence Department's research
laboratory for chemical weapons.

As far as I knew it still is.

Richard was collecting
newspaper articles.

He told Lizzie that they were vital.

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 till 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, made him
collect evidence and give it
to Lizzie for safekeeping.

That's it.
He was going to 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.

They were hospitalised.

We just need to find out
which hospital.

Lizzie?

She's gone.

Visitor.

Who is it?

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...

I remember war.

Did you ever think about me?

All the time.

Every day.

So did John.

Me too.

Me too.

It's all right.

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

No.

No, I want to stay.

I want to see you, I just...

want to stay.

Here, pussy.

Come on!

I told Jean I can't do this any more. Why are
you asking me to do something I can't do?

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,

it was done on the name of
the army or the goverment.

I don't know which is worse.

That's what we need to show
to 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 seven years ago.

It only takes one nurse to remember
you. Someone's bound to.

I've no reason to go back there.

Yes, you do.

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 favour, 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 has to be public.

There's a CEO listed
for the company.

Yes, Daniel Thomas. I know.

I tried that - he's a fake too.

That's now. But ten years ago, the
CEO was listed as Oliver Masters.

So? They changed the fake boss
of the fake company.

Masters isn't fake.

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,
the general...

It's more than any of those people.

People make mistakes.

Too cruel, foolish things.

Sometimes it's the 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 were
the things I felt proud of.

I suppose
I'd like to feel them again.

Except without the bullets.

Except without the bullets, yeah.

Masters' research is mentioned
throughout these journals.

Okay, 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.

And one on biochemistry.

And then the war starts
and he just vanishes.

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

How did you realise?

I recognised the name.
He signed the transfer request.

He must have known Richards
if he 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?

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?

Good luck. Thank you for doing this.

I hope you find Masters.

Thomas Park
Military Hospital, please.

Brave, girl.

Height, please.

Five-nine.

40 inches.

Miss Havers?

Good gracious, what a surprise!
Hello, Lily.

It must be...
Seven years.

Yes.

Er, it's not Miss Havers any more,
it's Mrs Grey.

We always knew it would be
one day. How is he?

Oh... good, very good indeed.

The stick's gone,
the leg's as good as new.

What on earth brings you back here?

You're supposed to fill out
100 forms, you know?

We didn't realise
until yesterday and then...
Don't worry. Just don't tell anyone.

No. Of course.

"Lieutenant Timothy Grey.

Discharged 6th March, 1946."

Should be all in there.

Thank you so much.

Gosh.

An awful lot of it.

Then I shall let you get on.

Give me a call if you need anything.

"Ward C."

..years before
we establish...

Who are you?

Um, I'm...

from Porton Down.

I just wanted to ask you
about what happened.

You're a scientist?

That's right.

And you want to ask me
what happened? Yes.

You should know.

You did it.

Don't you even know what you did?

Sorry, I don't understand.

Piss off!

I just want to ask you
a few questions.

You can ask what you like. It's
not gonna make any difference, is it?

It's not gonna fix me.

You lied to us.

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.

It 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.

They told you it was medicine?

Who are you?
Miss, this is a restricted area.

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

I didn't mean to upset you.

Susan?

Professor Masters?
May we have a word?

It's about the crash
that happened near Salisbury.

Salisbury? Near Porton Down.

Come in.

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 his crash was reported.

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

Whatever John was ashamed of
was happening again,

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

Only someone killed him for it.

An innocent woman
is gonna hang for this death
unless we can show what 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 Grey, I really do advise you
to explain yourself.

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

Come!

Oh, erm...

Please, sit down.

See if you can talk
some sense into her.

What on earth's happening?

All right.

Stop.

Stop keeping things from me.

You always have been.
Don't think I don't know.

Damn it, 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.

We intercepted signals
intelligence and...

broke German encryption.

This is who I am.

That's who I am, Timothy.

We saved lives. We...

We made a difference.

I tried.

You want the truth?
The men in this hospital
weren't hurt in a chemical spill.

They were poisoned by their own
government 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're going to let a 17-year-old girl
take the blame for it.

That's the truth.

Now an innocent woman is going to
hang for something your people did.
That is the truth!

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

Who was it who killed him? Was it
you or did you just give the order?

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 ch-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 kill in moments.

Aerosol agents...

c-capable of penetrating the skin.

Astonishing and awful creations.

That kind of threat
has to be countered.

Men lost their lives.

One or two.

The casualty's war.

The war's over.

Y-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
easier 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.

A young girl called Elizabeth
Lancaster was framed for it.

War documents were planted in
her flat so the case would come under
military jurisdiction.

Her mother stumbled on the crime scene, thought
the worst and put herself in her place.

You know all this.
I most certainly do not!

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.

W-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.

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

Enemies of the state.

No, no... No, you're wrong.

Agh! Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Don't be foolish.

You're traitors, all of you.

I know what Richards was doing,

passing information to the
Lancaster girl and now you four.

I want the name of your contact.

You thought she was a spy?
You thought we were spies?

He was passing classified
information to the Russians.

Now tell me who your... contact is

before this gets
a great deal less pleasant.

Come with me.

Stay... where I can see you.

Masters, I need to talk to you
about John Richards.

Operator. Get me the London office.

Now! 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.

Honour and decency.

Goodness.

I am a patriot!

Whereas... Oh.

You would have us all ruled from Moscow
in the name of so-called equality.

What you did was... was evil.

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 all right.

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... 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.

Erm... what my wife said
about those men...

we experimented on. That's...

That's not true, is it?

I can't talk about that, sir.

And neither can you.

I'll get someone
to take you to the hospital.

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...

exciting new place.

Yes.

You'd be an excellent teacher.

Or maybe research
or... whatever you wanted.

I could make some calls, find out.

God, I'd like that.

Hello. Hello.

Why are you in an army car?

Cos your mummy 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.
Let me know where you wind up.

Promise.

I have to go.

Thank you.

I think you've caught someone's eye.

Oh, God. That's Jasper.

Do you know who
he was working for?

A couple of times he was in here
with two Maltese lads. Maltese?

One of you is stealing from me.

Which one?

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