All language subtitles for The Bletchley Circle - San Francisco - S01E08 - VOEN STEN

Previously...

-: Our unit here...
-Your unit?

Yes, sir. The patent
was granted during the war.

We still rely on

certain cryptographic elements
you developed.

Your application is denied.

At least I got the know-how

to build another prototype.

: You heard the man.

That machine puts
lives in danger,

and us in jail.

Mrs. Bearden?

I'm Deborah Mitchell.

This is my husband, Alan.

The Soviet Consul General

died of a heart attack.

While bleeding from the nose
and gasping for air?

The whole thing
is politically sensitive.

We've intercepted

a seven-digit cipher
from Soviet communications.

Jean McBrian?

We are interested

in your contact
with Nigel Beamish.

We saw him pass you information.

My friend is missing,
Mr. Mitchell.

But there are men working

to repair the relations
between our two countries.

So Orlov was a spy.

We got your boil following us.

Walk easy.

We run, he chase.

His name is Vladimir Nikolaev.

That's Iliya's bodyguard,

telling me I'm in danger.

Sorry about this, folks.

Yeah, come on, ladies.

Get yourselves home safe.

Dispatch told me
the Police are minutes away.

If the FBI gets wind,

they'll bury this case

the same way
they did the last one.

: What are you doing?

: She's right.

If they link this murder,
they'll take over the case--

and with it,
any chance of finding Jean,

so we strip the body
of identification.

One of which
is rather indelible.

Still, it'll buy us some time.

Otherwise the FBI
will be all over this.

You see that tattoo?

It's the same
as Orlov's.

It's from the Black Sea fleet.

The two men must have
known each other in the war.

But the war's long over.

Why kill these men now?

Orlov was a friend to America.

Perhaps friendly enough
to change sides.

: So someone found out
he was a spy

and decided to silence him.

It's possible.

Mrs. Mitchell, your husband
may have ideas about this.

Oh, I sent him home.

He's not getting involved.

So why are you still here?

To help clean
this mess.

Jean was looking into Odessa
when she disappeared.

This man may be our best chance
of finding her.

And if the police
can't I.D. him,

if he's just another John Doe,

the FBI won't know
it's their case.

Homicide can still access
the investigation.

Do you think it will work?

I have no idea,

but if you want to learn
anything from this fellow,

you'd better do it quick.

Iliya, wait.

No. We need to be
far from here,

before Vladimir
sees I am gone.

Okay, you may need
distance, buddy,

but sure as sugar, I don't.

Hailey. Please.

I have idea
who take your friend.

Uh-huh?

I tell you.
But not here.

You're slowing me down.

I'm going back.

I can hold off the cops--

-Gunshot to the head.
-Buy you more time.

That's the precise
work of an assassin.

If you interfere
with their investigation,

they'll arrest you.

So he was executed,
in cold blood.

The FBI thinks there's
KGB activity in this city.

You're more good to us
outside an interrogation room.

Was it them or the Americans?

So you've been listening in
on the investigation?

And filing their reports.

We need to see
those reports.

Can you get me
into the station?

They're classified, Iris.

I could lose my job.

And I wouldn't ask
if we weren't desperate.

But the Feds
have bigger fish to fry

and no one else
is looking for Jean.

There's no guarantee
this leads to your friend.

True. But it's the best
we've got.

: And I bought you some
time to try.

Good luck.

I trust you won't mention
my being here.

: Are you
the owner here, Sir?

: Evening, Officers.

I know you not want me here,

but...

you are only
friend I have.

And you lie
to your friends?

Hailey, I see chance
and I know I must take it.

What chance?

A chance to defect.

A chance for new life here,
new home in America.

I have that chance...

if you help me.

Rise and shine, Bletchley Girl.

I'll feed myself,
thank you very much.

You have lost that privilege.

I'm Scottish, Mr. Zuyev.

When it comes to porridge,
I have my standards.

Go hungry.

It won't be long.

Well, if you're feeding me,
you need me alive.

Or it is your last meal.

Not unless
you got what you wanted--

and I doubt that very much.

Don't flatter yourself.

No doubt you did
your homework,

and checked up on
what I told you last night.

I have spoken to no one

about Mr. Beamish's
unrequited intentions,

nor anything else
for that matter.

Or you haven't checked.

In which case,

you don't want
any information from me

and you're just
biding your time?

Why do I do that?

Well, perhaps it's not

what I can tell you
while I'm here--

but rather,
what I can't tell anyone else.

Oh, so you're afraid

if I decrypted
your little message,

your plans here
would be in trouble.

Well, you can't keep me
here forever.

You can be sure
we don't intend to.

So I'm locked out
of my own club

till they can work out

why they found
a dead body inside it.

At least they typed it up
real nice.

Archie, I'm sorry
you got dragged into this.

I'd blame the British Invasion,

but truth be told,
it was my choice.

Well, we're doing what we can to
turn this around.

Easy, Girl.

You're a smart cookie,
but this is out of your league.

And with your husband overseas--

I don't need anyone
looking out for me.

: Hello!

Oh. Am I interrupting?

Oh. Nope.
Just on my way.

Your son said
you were 'round back.

Mrs. Mitchell.

I'm sorry, I must look a wreck.

Nonsense.

I'm the mess here.

Covering tracks
the way I had to,

lying to Alan
when I got home?

The phone,
it just won't stop ringing.

I must say, Iris--

I'm beginning to have my doubts

about this city.

You and I are
both practised

at keeping secrets.

You know you can trust me.

What have you heard?

Well, I saw my friend, Olivia,

at the police station
this morning.

Do they see a connection
between the two men?

No, not yet,

but it's only a matter of time
before they do.

What's worse is,

they refuse to connect

Jean's disappearance
with the murders.

So why do you?

Well, the tattoo
references Odessa,

which was on her mind
when she disappeared.

That can't just be
a coincidence.

Your husband,
he has connections--

Iris, I would help if I could.

His contacts are overseas.

I'm sure your friend's
going to be back safe

before we know it.

I can't wait that long.

And I have to keep
my head down.

No doubt,
you still remember

how to bury a good secret.

In this case?
Just throw it in the garbage.

See?

I knew you'd know what to do.

Where did you get that?

Your kitchen.

You have no food.

That's kind of
my question.

Is butterbrot.

Ham and bread and--

Let me guess--

butter.

See, I know you are smart.

Well, you ain't.

My roommates catch sight of you,
what do I tell 'em?

That I am boyfriend!

Not gonna fly.

Mm!

Whoa. Hey.
Easy on the merchandise.

I know I'm a girl
with a guy sitting on her bed,

but you are not,

strictly speaking,

a guy sitting on my bed.

Kapiche?

You sure
no one followed you here?

If so, we are both dead now.

That's reassuring.

I protect you.

You are only hope for freedom.

So you say.

So what's the plan?

Find State Department,
ask asylum.

Great.

-I'll drive you there now.
- Nyet, nyet, nyet.

KGB know my next step.

They are wait for me here
in San Francisco.

So where do you want to go?

You drive me to Seattle?

No, Iliya.

I'll drive you
to "bus station."

Eat up.

Yes, I know I called before.

Now I'm calling again.

Have you admitted anyone
by the name of Jean Mc--

Well, all right, then.

Try French Hospital,

corner of Geary and Fifth.

This is everything
the FBI shared with homicide.

Thank you for this, Olivia.

I know you have
your reservations.

In for a penny,

in for a pound.

The FBI weren't exactly
generous with the details.

: Yes, yes.
I'll hold.

No mention of Jean.

True, but...

you can read
between the lines.

See here,

an agent travelled
"from blank to blank."

So we have the context,
just missing the content.

Yes.

But I wrote down details

I've heard men discussing
in our offices.

No one suspects the secretary.

So we compare
the redacted words

with the terms
that you've been hearing.

These spaces,

they have to be
filled with something.

Yes, hello.

I'm looking for a woman
by the name of Jean Mc--

Yes, I know I called before.

Is she there or not?

Well, you have my number.

You're just tired.

You were up
walking the streets...

I've got to find her, Iris.

I swear,
if anything happens to her...

It won't.

You don't know that!

Perhaps I should go.

No.

You're going to stay here

and you are going to help us
find our friend.

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry...
-: Don't be.

We're going to work this out.

Now, see here,

"Sentinel" could mean
their guards.

"Chancellor" could signify
an important person.

"Locus" could be
where they're keeping her.

This blank here,
it calls for a location,

so "Locus" could be
code for that.

No. No, it can't.

Look at--
look at the length.

The redacted word,

it's at least 10 letters long.

Oh, good point.

So, once we land
on the code-words,

we just tease out
what they mean.

-Hello?
-Millie, it's Bill.

Bill. Please tell me
you have something.

Well, we're working on it.

Well, what about
the bodyguard's autopsy?

I can't get eyes on it.

The FBI claimed jurisdiction.

Oh, why?

As far as they're concerned,
it's a John Doe.

Well, it was--

until they found out
he had that same tattoo.

And Jean?

The least of their concerns.

I'm sorry.

Ladies?

It's up to us.

I think it's high time
we brought in Hailey.

: All right. Bye.

That was Iris.

No word on Jean.

I see schedule.

Bus to Los Angeles is better.

KGB never expect me there.

Iliya.
She told me something else.

Your bodyguard...

-My boil?
-Yes.

Well...

he's dead.

-What happen?
-I don't know--

but my guess is
you're in the clear.

I'll take you
to the bus station here.

Then I gotta worry
about the living.

They kill him because he fail,

because I escape!

Now they kill me, too.

So maybe you rethink
this defection thing

and go back home.

There is no home.

My heart go cold for Russia
when I was boy,

when Father join Trotsky
to fight Stalin.

And when our evil leader
learn of uprising,

he put Trotsky's supporters
in city square

and shoot them dead.

And your father?

He run to Paris.

But KGB hunt him,

torture until he give names
of collaborator.

And when he is no use?

They wring his neck
with Egyptian cotton sheets.

Egyptian cotton?

Found dead at Ritz Hotel.

KGB hypocrites
travel with luxury.

My father was found hanging,

KGB leave letter in pocket,

say he reject every belief.

They take his body...

and then spit on soul.

Well...

You're free of that now.

: Front desk,
how may I help you?

Please! Please!
I need someone straight away!

Hello?

Hello?

Is everything okay?

: Oh, yes, yes.

Just extra pillows, please.

Of course.

Right away, Sir.

Well, you can't blame a girl for
trying.

What about that word--
"Chancellor"?

Listening in on the FBI,

it seems they figured

it's code for some official.

There's a German Chancellor.

With no involvement
in KGB butchery.

Well, Russia's
last Chancellor

died before the Great War.

Who else is it?

Well, a code-word,
like "Captain" or "Governor."

That could be anyone.

Maybe it's not a "who."

Maybe it's a "where"--

just like The Governor
is a pub in London.

That could be it.

We have our own Chancellor
here downtown.

The Chancellor Hotel.

So we get you
to the bus station...

Just go to my room
and keep quiet.

My specialty.

You give me great deal, Hailey.

I am grateful.

Sarge.
I told you I'd be there soon.

We don't have time.

Millie and Olivia
are zeroing in on Jean,

so let's get your stuff and--

What was that?

Sarge, it's nothing.

Really.

Well "nothing"'s
making quite a racket.

Okay...

I just-- I just
gotta explain something.

Hailey, it's none of
my business who's in there,

but we've got
to get going--

It's a boy.

A boy?

I can explain.

Seems your boy's not here.

Oh, Lord.

Lordy, Lordy! No...

Iliya!

It's gone.

He took everything.

Took what?

Our secrets, our plans...

If you're saying
what I think you're saying...

I just didn't want
all of our plans to be lost!

So you went and built
another machine?

I'm sorry, Sarge.

He went and stole everything.

I think the fun is over,
wouldn't you say?

I can assure you, I'm no threat.

If true,
we would not bring you here.

Well, even if I did know
anything of significance--

We established that you do.

I've been out
of the game for years.

Who would believe me?

You know people
of significance.

Nigel Beamish?

Please.

Mr. Beamish is not our concern.

You underestimate your friends.

We do not.

Job is done.

Thank you, Miss McBrian.

I wish I could help you,

but Iliya and I haven't spoken
since the party.

: He told me
you gave him my address.

It appears you were lied to.

He was your guest
of honour, Deborah--

you must know a thing
or two about reaching him.

I beg your pardon.

: Mrs. Mitchell.

That cellist
stole something of great value.

So now the man
is a liar and a thief?

It's the truth!

You know who my contact
to Iliya Sokolov was?

Alexei Orlov.

But the Consul General

went and died in your arms,
didn't he?

And I don't have the number
for the Soviet Cellist Hotline.

Surely, you must know
when he's leaving.

Take my advice,
write off your loss.

Don't add burglary
to the maelstrom.

You can tell her.

Mrs. Mitchell served

in a similar capacity to us
during the war.

That man took something

we ourselves
weren't supposed to have.

Something Sarge here
developed at the Presidio.

The rules haven't changed.

Loose lips sink ships.

I didn't tell him a thing.

He still knew enough to take it.

Well, if no one knows
you had it,

then the leak
can't be traced back to you.

: But what if they do?

Hailey's looking at jail-time.

This is a matter
of national security.

Well, I can't risk
getting involved.

Please!

Hailey is like a daughter to me.

Now, you fought
to protect this country before.

Help us do it again.

He cannot leave
with that machine.

I think you're too late.

From what
I heard, heard,

his flight leaves tonight.

Oh, crap...

From San Francisco
International?

One would assume.

Thank you, Mrs. Mitchell.

That's enough to go on.

Good luck.

What did you find?

Our bastard cellist
flies out tonight.

Which gives us time
to still find Jean,

so what have you got?

Well, we've narrowed down

three places
we think she might be:

this North Beach Port,

a hotel downtown,

or Christopher Park
to the south.

Well, that narrows it down.

We don't have
all the variables.

And you said
hotel, right?

I overheard the word
"Chancellor" several times

at the police station.

Which is about right

for the redacted word we found
in those classified files.

And it may be
the Chancellor Hotel.

Fancy place?

By Russian
standards? Sure.

Egyptian
cotton sheets...

What?

Iliya said the KGB
like to keep themselves,

and their prisoners,

in a bit of luxury.

So if the Ruskies have her,

my bet is
it's some snazzy hotel.

So we're betting on
the Chancellor?

I know I am.

We could call the police
and tell them where to find her.

Would they
believe us?

If they did,

it might make things
even worse.

They'd go in guns blazing
for their Russian target.

Jean would be caught
in a crossfire.

The Chancellor Hotel
isn't small.

It's 15 floors
chock full of rooms.

So we draw 'em out.

Then make
a clean escape.

We'd be flying blind.

Listen, it's too big a risk.

If you ladies
don't want to be involved--

Of course I do.

Me too.

Olivia?

We'll need one hell of a plan.

Please and good day,

I am looking to leave message
for guest you have.

The name?

That is problem.

I have package,
but I lose name.

I will be fire
if I do not deliver.

I'm afraid we have
a lot of guests--

Oh, but how many
speaking Russian?

Oh, I can't give out
guest information.

But he want letter,
he expect letter.

I must deliver
or face such troubles.

Name's not on the envelope?

He is sure
in hotel luxury penthouse.

He's always luxury.

But which one?

Leave it with me.

You are angel.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Penthouse 1504.

So I take the room beneath.

I'll walk up now.
Good luck.

Hello. Iris Bearden.

I have a reservation
for room 1404.

Okay.

It's our one-year anniversary,

can you believe it?

I can't.

It's the same room

we spent our honeymoon in.

Fond memories.

I'm afraid there is
no record of your reservation.

But I made
a precise reservation

for a precise room--

Well, it's precisely
with someone else.

So you're saying
I'm not welcome?

No. No, no, no.

Good.

Then what are we going to do
about this?

Well...

A lot of our rooms look alike.

Well, then how about
the same room, one floor below?

Guaranteed,
my husband

won't be eyeing the decor.

Ma'am?

Today is your lucky day.

Thank you.

You're welcome.
Enjoy your stay.

I will.

What are you doing?

Oh! I am just in need
of an extra towel.

This is not a smorgasbord.

You can't just help yourself.

Ma'am. I'm just a guest
in need of--

Finally, someone
who can help.

Did you know
about the flood?

What flood?

There's water coming
out of room 1109.

Aw, jeez...

The carpet is soaked.

This damned building...

1404 wasn't available,
so we're one floor down.

Hailey's going
to be here soon.

You think that pillow

is going to stop people hearing
what you're up to in this place?

American ingenuity
give us this wonderful silencer.

: Well, can I at least
write a note to my friends?

To say goodbye?

No.

You will disappear.
No trace.

Looking good, Sarge.

Any troubles?

Don't jinx us.

Change of plans:
we're in 1304.

I know it's another storey
to climb--

Hey. The only way out
is through.

Hailey.
It only has to stick.

If it's too easy
to fix,

they'll be done too fast
and the whole plan's ruined.

: Sorry
to bother you. Sir.

I know you must
be busy, Sir.

Sorry to bother you.

Hi. Hi there.

Hi. I know you must
be busy, Sir, but--

Hello there, Sir.

I'm sorry
to bother you.

Got it.
Ready?

Ready.

Hello there, Sir.

Sorry to bother you.

Sorry to bother you, Sir,

but the elevator is jammed,

and with the second
one out of order,

no one goes up or down
until it gets fixed.

Why tell me?
Call repairman.

Except...

it'll be hours
before he gets here,

and you know
he always takes his time,

all so he can bill more.

Thing is,

a little bit
of elbow grease

could see it humming again.

Would you mind?

With the two of you,
it won't take but a minute--

Or one.

Help me with the window.
It's jammed.

Okay.

We need to get one floor out,
to the penthouse.

Well, let's just hope
the elevator holds.

Oh, yeah, it's really jammed.

Perhaps if you got
your friend...

Wait.

I don't want you
to hurt yourself.

I feel bad enough already.

It really is a two-man job.

Oh, Jean!

It's okay.

Thank God, you're here.

It's okay.

I thought we'd lost you.

Gentlemen,
I'm forever grateful,

and I'm sure you'll appreciate
a mechanized means of descent.

: Olivia,
thank you so much.

Your family
must be wondering.

: Oh, let them.

You ever know me
to leave a job half-done?

Whoever killed those men
is still out there.

This will
get me settled.

Thank you.

What'd you hear inside?

Russian mostly,

but I managed
to grab this.

There's some letters
in our alphabet.

"CAF - SVO."

: A note in Russian.

"Await signal. Clear out.

West dump site.

Then meet for transfer.

CAF to SVO."

They've got to be airports.

Years ago, they gave
every airfield in the world

a three-letter code,

all in our alphabet.

So that would be departing CAF.

What would that be?

We have Alameda to the east,

Hamilton Field to the west...

There was that strip
near the Presidio, remember?

Trouble with fog,

they moved operations
to Hamilton.

It's still
a civilian field, though,

for anyone willing to brave it.

: Anything else?

: Just from
my old chum, Nigel.

He told me that Russian chatter

is obsessed with decrypting
messages out of Saigon.

Something about "Saigon Y."

As we know,

"Y" is code-name
for the intercept stations

where they collected messages
during the War.

Saigon's where Marcus is,

training men
to fight the communist army.

If the Reds are decrypting
American messages,

what do they need?

An understanding
of our encipherment process.

That would help

a great deal.

We never cracked Enigma

until the Poles gave us
an early German prototype.

We cracked the Japanese system
with a rep--

a replica of their machine.

Oh, my God.

These seven digits...

It's our patent number--

for the machine we built.

The whole time,
it was in plain text,

that's why we couldn't
identify the cipher--

because there wasn't one.

That's why they stole it--

because they're trying
to build their own.

It's not a message from Saigon
on its way over there.

It's our machine.

Here it is.

CAF is Chrissy Field.

It's time I called
in a favour.

I thought you were bringing
federal officials.

Let's just say,

there wasn't time
to persuade them.

Well, I've managed a delay,

paid off the mechanic
and his fuelling crew

to take their time,

but it won't last long.

Thank you, Nigel.

It's good to be useful again.

We need to get
that machine from Iliya

before he boards
that plane.

Stay here.
I'll move in.

We need to maintain
the element of surprise.

Where's Hailey going?

: Good Lord.

: She doesn't
even know where he is.

Iliya!

We were on track
until you lost the Brit.

I did my part, Zuyev.

I will not take blame for this!

You scout these women,
promise they are easy marks.

You were wrong!

I will tell director
and you will--

You won't be telling
anybody anything.

Where is it?

Where are those plans?

They belong to Soviets now.

I trusted you!

And what,

this whole thing
was some kinda long con?

To get to machine,

I get to you.

They'll send me to prison
if it leaves our shores.

: In my country,

they will make me top cellist.

Your loss, my gain.

That bullet only
nicked your lung,

you'll come out
of this alive, and...

you're going to spend
the rest of your life here.

Why not protect it?

Please, Iliya.

Before it's too late.

It already is.

Someone else on that plane.

Who has it?

Do you hear...

Such beauty
in the final notes...

You little bastard.

Who did he
work for?

: No idea.

He told me he wanted to defect,

but he was just
playing me from the start.

I guess they figured
I was the easy mark.

The "someone"
he was talking about.

They played me, too.

It's curare.

Just the same as Orlov.

We spread out,
we search the place.

That machine's got
to be here somewhere.

I'll take the east runway.

Iris.

Thank God, you're safe.

My husband told me to come.

He said something was wrong.

Yes, Deborah.

Something's wrong.

Something is very wrong.

Well I'm glad you're here
to help where you can.

Now, if you'll excuse me--

It's mine,

what's in that case.

My ideas,

my work.

My mistake.

So don't make another.

No one has to know
you were to blame.

You think you can just
defect to the Soviet Union

and no one will be the wiser?

I don't have much of a choice.

And your husband?

No clue.

And he could never
keep a secret from me.

Whether it was that tart
in Budapest he was screwing,

or the identity
of a double agent.

You mean Orlov?

He knew we were trying
to secure the machine,

that the military
had destroyed the prototype.

Getting a copy
was our only hope.

So when Vladimir
tried to warn Hailey?

Leaks must be plugged, Iris.

That machine isn't worth
men's lives.

It's worth much more.

You know that.

I get it.

The war was both
blessing and curse.

You found out
you were brilliant,

only to have everyone
forget that fact

the moment the war ended.

At least the other side
saw my value.

We were all pushed aside.

Doesn't mean we turn communist
because they talk sweet to us.

Why should I stand up
for this country?

It never stood up for me.

The KGB values women,

offered me a chance to be
a part of something bigger.

Except we're changing
here, Deborah.

We're catching up.

It's slow but it's something.

You walk on that plane?

You got nothing.

I'll have your secrets.

Oh, no.

Now you'll give me the bag.

If you let me go.

Why would I do that?

If the FBI take me in,

I'll tell them
there's evidence at your house

on Vladimir Nikolaev--

and how little Hailey Yarner

broke the law
when she built this machine.

The first's a felony.

The second...

treason.

And I've seen it, Iris.

There are things you love
even more than your country.

You don't want
to shoot me, Iris.

It's a slippery slope.

Deborah!

You may have been me.

But I was never you.

No.

Not until today.

Who cracked that Scotch?

I did, Archie.

If ever there was a time
for the good stuff,

it's now.

That one's
not for sale.

Oh, come on, Archie.
Life's short.

I bought that
my first day home from the war.

And we're celebrating
a victory.

You gals.

I don't know
how you do it.

Simple.
We put our hearts into it.

Cheers.

Well, if it isn't the man
who took down two Russian spies.

With one hand.

I thought you'd be
down at the station

having beer
poured all over you.

You really think that's how
we do things around here?

Mm-hmm.

I have been observing
the ways of your people.

I figured I'd let the FBI
take credit on this one--

and the paperwork.

Such humility, Bill.

That's practically un-American.

One thing
you ladies have taught me

is the value
of flying under the radar.

I suppose we do what we do
simply by being underestimated.

Well, not by me.

It took you long enough.

I thought
you liked a crowd.

I thought I did, too.

Guess that's half my problem.

Well, don't go
cooping yourself up.

Take it from a former prisoner.

I feel so stupid.

Which is hardly
a new sensation.

Never thought I'd get
to do stuff like this,

think the way
I get to now.

But then I ask myself,

what's a girl like me
doing with the likes of yous?

If I wasn't such an idiot,

you wouldn't've been
that prisoner.

Well.

I consider it
my one and only chance

to stay in such a nice hotel.

See, now you're just
being nice.

No, Hailey,
I'm being honest.

You are not stupid.

You are bright
and brave,

you think
the best of people,

even when life gives you
every reason not to.

Yet you have

one of the biggest,

most beautiful hearts
I've ever known.

You know, that heart of mine?

Well...

you know I love you.

Yes, dear.

I do.

There's one thing
I don't understand.

If your patent
was classified,

how did the Russians
even know to steal it?

Well, who else
knew about the machine?

Just me and Hailey.

And the Board for
Technical Grants and Funding.

Are you saying
someone on the board

was fighting for the other side?

Someone had to tell
Deborah about that machine.

And that someone's
still out there.

: Ladies.

Come here, you old bag.

I should go away more often.

That'll teach you
to let your bun down, Jean.

And to chase
some raving vagabond

halfway across the word.

It's true.

I leave a trail
of tears in my wake.

Can I top you up?

I thought
you'd never ask.

Well I would
love to stay,

but I think
I'd better shove off.

: Why?

You got someplace better to be?

Siddown.

You are a pushy gal,
aren't you?

And by the looks of it,
that's how you like 'em.

Bottoms up, boys.

-Wait.
-What is it?

I just want to say...

thank you to our new friends

for having the guts
to come all this way,

to make themselves a new life.

You're showing us
just how much we can do here,

the kind of difference
we can make.

Well, I guess
what I'm saying is...

here's to strength in numbers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Strength in numbers.