All language subtitles for Enigma 2001-25 fps

Akelei. Akelei.

Claire?

- Move up.
- Thank you.

Roast mules go topsy-turvy.

Ten letters ending in "T."

- I'm hopeless at this.
- Me too.

"Somersault."

Bletchley.

It's a walk.

I know.

I've been here before.

This bus for Yardley..

This bus for..

Hello? Yes. I'll try
that extension for you.

Please hold the line.

I'm just putting you through.

Yes, you're through.

- Mr Skynner?
- Come in.

It's been a pleasure, sir.

I never wanted you back.

Logie says he needs you.

Well..

he's got you.

Conference in half an hour.
And keep your mouth shut.

You're only there for show.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.
You do look bloody terrible.

- We missed you, Tom.
- I know why you want me back, Guy.

You've lost the crown jewels, haven't you?
You've lost Shark.

We got a call from one of the
intercept stations in Scarborough.

And they started picking up a single word
broadcast on the hour, every hour..

coming out of U-boat
headquarters in Sainte-Assise.

- In Morse?
- No, it was a human voice.

- "Akelei."
- Meaning what?

- It's a flower.
- I know it's a bloody flower, Guy.

Aquilegia. Columbine.
But what did it mean?

It meant, "Change
the weather code."

The Germans have switched their U-boats
to a new code book, & we're blacked out
again.

Is that why the Yanks are here?

Skynner's in a panic.

They want to take
over his empire.

Here comes our team.

- You! You!
- Hello.

- You in the Royal Navy?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Only for a day or two. I mean, actually on a ship.
- What was your ship?

Look, I can't be expected to
remember every little thing.

Sorry.

Welcome to Bletchley Park, sir.

Three convoys left New
York in the past week..

and are presently at sea.

Convoy SC 122.

Fifty merchant ships
carrying fuel oil, tanks..

iron ore, bauxite, also
meat, sugar and wheat.

Convoy HX 229 departed
New York on Monday.

Forty merchant vessels carrying
explosives, manganese..

timber, powdered milk.

Convoy 229-A left New
York on Tuesday..

carrying steel, timber,
powdered milk.

I don't want a shopping list.
What's the total?

One hundred and forty-one merchant ships,
gross tonnage just under a million tons.

- Plus cargo of another million.
- And where are the U-boats?

A submarine tracking rumour had
three U-boat packs operational..

in the North Atlantic as
of 00 hundred Thursday..

here, here and here.

Midnight Wednesday?

- So where are the U-boats now?
- I'm afraid I have no idea.

I thought that was why we were here.
Our intelligence has been shut off.

You're telling us that the largest
assembly of merchant shipping..

we've ever sent across
the North Atlantic..

is now steaming towards the largest
concentration of U-boats..

the Germans have ever put
in the North Atlantic..

and you don't know where the
hell the goddam U-boats are?

- Gentlemen, if I may..
- Shut up.

What are our convoys
making, hmm?

Something over 220 miles a day.

Well, I'd say we have
four days, maximum..

before the convoys come in operational
range of where you last had the enemy.

So, Leonard, this blackout..

will it be over in four days?

Uh, it's possible.

Yes, well, all things are possible,
Leonard, but is it likely?

Is it likely that you can break this
code, this, um.. What'd you call this?

This Shark? Before our convoys
come in range of the U-boats.

- We'll give it every priority.
- Yes, I know damn well you'll
give it every priority, Leonard.

- That's not the question.
- Well, sir, as you press me, yes,
I think we may be able to do it.

Is that what you all believe?

Um, well, I suppose you could say we know
more about Shark now than we did the last
time.

If Guy thinks we can do it, I would
certainly respect his opinion.

And you?

You don't seem to
have much to say.

Tom Jericho. He's the one who got us
into reading Shark. If there's anyone
alive..

Can you break Shark
again in four days?

Have you any idea what
you're talking about?

Tom's been on sick leave for the
last month, so I don't think he's
fully in the picture..

Enigma is a very sophisticated
enciphering machine..

and Shark is its
ultimate refinement..

so we're not talking about
The Times' crossword.

It weighs 26 pounds,
battery included..

and goes anywhere.

The Enigma machine. The Germans
have thousands of them.

What's it do?

It turns plain-text
messages into gobbledygook.

Then the gobbledygook gets
transmitted in Morse.

At the receiving end, there's another
Enigma machine to turn it back into
the original message.

Press the same key any number of times,
it will always come out different.

- And you have one of your own.
- Courtesy of the Polish Cipher Bureau.

So what's the problem?

Problem?

The problem is the machine has 115 million
million million ways of doing it..

according to how you set these three
rotors and how you connect these plugs.

And that's Shark.

No. No, no, no. This is
the one we can break.

Shark is enciphered on a machine with
a fourth rotor specially developed for
U-boats..

which gives it about 4, 000 million
billion different starting positions.

And, uh, we've never seen one.

Holy shit!

I haven't understood a word.

Can somebody give me a straight
answer to a straight question?

- Will this blackout
definitely be over in..
- Nobody can say definitely, sir.

Yes or no?

- No.
- Thank you.

So it isn't over in four days.
When will it be over, hmm?

Hmm? Hmm? You.

Well, all I have to measure it by is
how long it took last time when Shark
first came in.

- And how long did it take?
- Ten months.

Well, this is a great
day for Adolf Hitler.

Ten months?

But you did break it?

Yes.

- How?
- I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

I think it's time we..

I think it's time I
got back to London.

It's not just a million tons of
shipping. It's a million tons
of shipping every week!

It's our capability to supply Russia,
to support the army in North Africa..

to invade Europe and
drive the Germans out.

- It's the whole fucking war.
- Sir.

Satisfied? Now, send the stupid
bugger back to where he came from.

Don't waste a match.

Back to Mayfair?

No.

How many people knew about
the German weather code..

how important it was to us?

A dozen, maybe. Why?

Make me a little list?

What are you doing
here, Mr Wigram?

You think there's a spy
in Bletchley Park?

I'm Cave. Naval Intelligence.

I'll be liaising with the admiralty.
They've given me an office in your hut.

I'm ultra-cleared.

- What does that mean?
- That means I know how you
broke Shark, in principle.

You used a captured copy of the
German Navy's weather code book.

Gave you a pretty good idea of what
their weather signals were supposed
to be saying.

Can I see it?

Midnight, two days ago, the
Germans changed to a new book.

- So we lost that crib.
- Well, why do you think
they did that just then?

Don't know.

And the other one?

Short signal code book.

The U-boats employ it for reporting
their position, course and speed.

Unfortunately, if you don't know where
the U-boat is or what it's doing..

the short signal code book
isn't much help as a crib.

Two men died saving
those little books..

from a sinking submarine.

Fasson and Grazier.

We caught the U-boat on the
surface in the eastern Med.

The sub went down when they were inside
trying to bring out its four-rotor Enigma.

November '42. I was
in destroyers.

It was my last ship.

Bletchley is the lucky
number in this war.

- One and six, please.
- One and six.

Here you are.

Girls, guess I'm off.

- See you later.
- Yes, I'll see you later.

Miss Wallace?

Mr Jericho. When
did you get back?

Just today. How,
uh.. How are you?

How am I?

Yeah, all right. How is she?

She's.. She's Claire.

- Well, will you tell her?
- If I see her.

She hasn't been sleeping at
home the last two nights.

Sorry.

Good morning, sir.

- Worrying about your babies?
- Puck.

Thomas.

So, they say you're
not crazy any more.

- It thinks it's found a possible.
- "It thinks"?

- Why not?
- Been in the hut?

- Come on. Get it over with.
- No, I'm fine, Puck.

Sure, you are.

Hey, Betty, wait for me!

Gentlemen, we have a ghost.

Tom, how the hell are you?

- Well. Very well.
- Have you escaped, or what?

- I thought this was the asylum.
- How are you?

- Good.
- Bloody hell!

- How's the revolution, Alec?
- Coming along, comrade. Coming along.

- T.. T.. T..
- Yes, it's me.

I, uh.. I want to see all the Shark
traffic we haven't been able to break.

- In at the deep end.
- Why not?

- Yes, why not?
- Have you got yesterday's Porpoises?

Open the file.

Besides, it wasn't really
Shark that made you crazy.

Was it, Tom?

I suppose you all know.

You think I made a
fool of myself?

Forget about it.
You're among friends.

So, what about the
code breakers?

King come, De Brooke,
Upjohn, Pukowski.

- Spot the odd one out.
- Puck lost his parents
when Poland was invaded.

His kid brother is missing in action.
He hates the Germans.

Pinker? Bit of an
arty, isn't he?

He writes detective stories.

Baxter. They say he sleeps with a
picture of Stalin under his pillow.

Perhaps you haven't heard.
Stalin's on our side now.

- And Jericho. The famous Mr Jericho.
- Mathematician.

Went off his trolley, didn't he?
About some girl.

We took him out of Cambridge
on the first day of the war.

He worked himself into a breakdown, so we
shipped him back to Cambridge to get well.

And that's all there is to it.

It's never all there
is to anything.

Shift's not over yet, ladies!

The 3:00's from Beaumanor
all need blisting.

You know, without your glasses,
you don't look half bad.

Do you know, without my
glasses, nor do you?

Claire?

I'm here.

Sorry it took an age.

Well, now you know where I am.

It's, um, off the beaten track.

Yes, well, it's better than
being snooped on by landladies.

Welfare found out I had a spare
room, so I had to share.

But Hester's a sweetie, really.
Oh, there's no sugar, I'm afraid,
but it's lapsang.

And I always think sugar would
rather spoil lapsang, don't you?

Don't know. You're
my first lapsang.

I knew you'd ask me out.

- I thought you asked me out.
- Well, I had to get you started. Aren't
there any pretty girls in Hut 8?

- How do you know where I work?
- We've got an interesting men
tracking room in Hut 3.

- You're not supposed to tell me where you..
- Besides, you're rumoured to have done
something very clever..

and I want to know what it is.

Oh, my God. Where
did they find you?

Oh, where did they find any of us?
I'm the lucky one.

You know, they've got perfectly clever
girls working like post office clerks.

Not like me on the German book.

I want that for my scrapbook.

- Can I see it?
- If you want. It's upstairs.

That's Hester.

And this is me.

You've been busy.

- Where is this?
- Loch Feochan, in Scotland,
where I'd like to be old.

If I'm ever old. Do you
think it's beautiful?

Why are you a mathematician?
Do you like sums?

I like numbers.

Because with numbers, truth and
beauty are the same thing.

You know you're getting somewhere
when the equations start looking..

beautiful.

And you know the numbers are taking you
closer to the secret of how things are.

A rose is just plain text.

My God. What have you done?

What has she done?

- Mr Jericho?
- Miss Wallace.

I came looking for Claire.
I was worried about her.

I could fill a bus with men who are
worried about Claire Romilly..

but that's no reason why I
shouldn't go to the police.

She'd be the first
person they'd arrest.

Miss Wallace, please
put that poker down.

And if you know where she is,
for God's sake, tell me.

She's gone missing.

What are those, exactly?

Intercepts. German signals.

Yes, I know that much.

Five-letter groups. German Navy signals
are sent in four-letter groups.

So this must be
army or Luftwaffe.

Picked up by the radio
scanners at Beaumanor.

All sent between 9:30 and midnight
on April 17, nine days ago.

- But never deciphered.
- How do you know that?

Well, if it'd gone through the machine,
then plain text would be stuck on the back.

All from the same source.
"ADU. ADU."

Does the call sign ADU mean
anything to you, Miss Wallace?

Miss Wallace?

"Angels Dance Upwards."

- What?
- Well, that's how we'd reference it.

- Who is it? Who is ADU?
- I don't know.

But you could find out.

Do you have any idea
what you're saying?

We can't just go digging through
Bletchley looking for information
about missing cryptograms.

Ifwewant to find Claire, then we need
to find out what she was hiding.

- You think Claire is a traitor.
- Would it matter if she were?

Of course it matters. Look..

she was probably flirting with an officer
and forgot to file those intercepts..

so she hid them rather
than get told off.

Or she stole them and
then she ran away.

You really are mad, aren't you?

And I would have to be even madder to
have any part in this little amateur
sleuthing adventure.

Miss Wallace. Miss Wallace!

You said yourself
that she was missing.

Now, is that normal?
Is that her habit?

Well, she does always come
home to change her clothes.

Well, there you are.

Is she seeing anyone,
do you know?

What exactly is
your interest here?

You can reach me at Armstrong's
Guest House in Albion Street.

ADU, Miss Wallace.

Angels Dance Upwards.

They call it Black
Bottom the new twister

It's sure got 'em
and, oh, sister

They clap their hands and
do a raggedy flop and a hop

Old fellows with lumbago

And high yellow
The waves they go

They jump right in and give
us all that they've got

They say that when that river
bottom's covered with ooze

You silly, silly girl.

These people keep
such funny hours.

I haven't heard..
Oh, Mr Jericho!

You have a visitor. You
can have the parlour.

We don't have guests in
the bedrooms after 10:00.

Oh, Mrs Armstrong, it's perfectly
sweet of you to worry..

but I don't mind taking
the risk just this once.

Well, I suppose it's all right
if you're from the park.

Mr Wigram, would you care
for a cup of Ovaltine?

Ovaltine?

I haven't had Ovaltine
since.. no, no..

Ovaltine. Thank you. I don't
think my system could take it.

What a charming house.

And hunting prints. Do you hunt?

Where are you based? Here?

Bliss.

What can I do for
you, Mr, um, Wigram?

There's something I've
been wondering about.

You're the man who
broke the U-boat code.

Hmm? Champagne all around.

Happy days are here
again, all right?

Then you fell out of your pram.

So what happened?

It was personal.

I can keep a secret.

Wonderful thing about war..

Peacetime is about keeping
the people in their place.

But then war breaks out, and
life was never so glorious.

The toiling masses
turn into heroes..

and their little women start dropping
their drawers like debutantes.

- Well, if that's all you..
- And best of all, the swots.

Dragged out in a cloud of dandruff
from some dim backwater..

and invited to the ball.

At Bletchley, you're as
glamorous as fighter pilots.

Girls you couldn't even hope to
meet go weak at the knees..

at the thought of the size of
your brain, isn't that right?

If talking through your arse is
what they teach you in spy school..

I'm talking about you and a
girl called Claire Romilly.

We're rather worried about her.

Officially been missing for 14 hours,
give or take. When in fact, it's more
like 48 hours.

She hasn't been seen since she
went off-duty on Thursday.

Rather a good friend
of yours, I gather.

I- I haven't seen her since
befo.. since before I..

Quite. Heard from her?

- No.
- Apart from the postcard.

Let's try to
remember everything.

It saves misunderstandings.

Did you go to the cottage tonight?
Don't think about it.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Yes.

Mind if I sit down?

I've been away for a month.
I wanted to look her up.

You ever discuss
your work with her?

- Of course not.
- Um, how about a gun?

- Any guns?
- A gun?

A gun from that
museum of yours..

liberated from a captured U-boat along
with the code books, the captain's teddy
bear and what have you.

All very improper and unsigned
for, but I turned a blind eye.

But no reason why you should
know, a chap like you.

Mind if I check the coat?

While we're at it..

- You sure you don't mind?
- I'm beginning to.

You see my point,
though, don't you?

One day the Germans black us
out in the North Atlantic.

Next day, girlfriend of crack
code breaker disappears..

vanishes.

- Code breaker returns, shiny
new shooter goes missing.
- She's not my girlfriend.

Hmm? What is she, then?

We were.. I suppose the phrase
is "seeing each other"..

for about a month.

Is that what happened to you?

What?

Is Claire Romilly
what happened to you?

There was a concert.

I went on my own.

Oh, it's you. You
found my slipper.

Afterwards, Claire, Hester.. Miss
Wallace, who shares the cottage..

and I, we came out together.

Next week was going to be Bach.

Oh, we must go.

Oh, I can't. I'm on
the night shift.

Oh, Hester. Poor you.

"Poor you, " she said.
That's one of her phrases.

So, I asked her.

I say, I hope you don't think it fresh
of me, but should we go together?

Of course you did.
And, uh, after that?

After that?

I had the happiest month
of my whole life.

Not happiest. Something.

- You can! You can.
- I can't.

You can. Yes.

Ready? One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

- Sorry.
- No, you can't.

- Claire!
- Aaron!

- May I?
- Do you mind?

No.

It's my favorite club.

- Mine too.
- Oh, yes, I'm sure.

How do you get the petrol coupons to
go zipping up and down to London?

Secret, darling. I know a chap.

- No, but how?
- It's not what you think.

Do you have to know everything?

I don't know why you want me. Let's
get married before it stops.

- Tom, don't.
- I love you!

They say you shouldn't fall in love in
a war. You never know what's coming.

I love you. I really love you.

No cottage.

- Is that code, darling?
- Yes.

- I want to see where you sleep.
- Landlady has rules.

So have I. Hester's at home.

Oh.

I'll be quiet as a mouse.
Promise.

Shh. Shh.

Sleep with her?

I'll take that as a yes.

And then you quarreled?

Quarreled? No.

Claire? Darling?

Sorry, darling.

Go back to sleep.

- What are you doing?
- I'm just looking through your things.

No photographs?

You've never given
me a photograph.

You're all secrets, aren't you?

I've no secrets from you.
Please come back to bed.

What's this? What's the entscheidungs
problem when it's at home?

That's just something I was
working on at Cambridge.

It's a.. It's a theoretical
machine that..

- Theoretical. So it doesn't exist?
- Please, come back to bed.

Well, this will do. I want
something of yours to keep.

Give it back.

- Why?
- Because it means nothing
to you and a lot to me.

- Aren't I clever enough, darling?
- Please, Claire!

No!

Give it back. Give it back.

It's not funny, Claire!

Claire, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.

I'm really, really sorry.

Claire..

She moved on.

Why won't you answer my letters?

Are you seeing someone else?

I'm always seeing someone else.

Yes.

She moved on.

Not right, Mr Jericho.

Can't quite put my
finger on it..

but definitely not right.

Were you surprised when they
told you that Admiral Doenitz..

had changed the German
Navy weather code?

Any bells go off?

Germans were always
nervous about Enigma.

Well, the Germans are supposed to think
that Enigma's an unbreakable system..

because it would take thousands of
years to go through every setting..

to find the one that turns the
code back into the plain text.

Next day, it's different again. Using
human beings, Enigma is safe forever..

but we don't use human
beings for that.

Do we..

Mr Jericho?

- No.
- No.

And that is the secret
inside the secret.

All they know thus far is that the weather
code opened a crack in the system..

because somebody told them.

But what if somebody tells
them just how we do do it?

Your thinking machine. Clackety-
clack, day and night.

Programmed with a menu,
thanks to your big brain..

that reduces the odds to
just a few million to one..

till it locks on to the
winning combination.

There goes thewar.

Oh.

I've got a little list.

You're on it.

Communists, foreign nationals..

geniuses just this
side of barking mad.

Altogether, a
security nightmare.

But of all these names, Mr
Jericho, you are the only one..

who got himself fucked into a nervous
breakdown by a missing blonde.

You live quietly from now on.

Where does one pee around here?

To the right.

Good night, Mrs Armstrong.

Talk to me! What do
you want to know?

Do you want to know about Shark?
Do you want to know about Shark?

Any secret. Ask me. Ask me!
I'll tell you!

Poor you. I really got
under your skin, didn't I?

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- You look tired, sir.

Morning!

- Have you heard the latest?
- No.

Utility knickers.. one
Yank, and they're off.

Naughty, naughty.

- Came through the door for you.
- If there is some other way

To prove that I love you

I swear I don't know how

Preserve my body and soul
into everlasting peace.

Take and eat this in remembrance
that Christ died for you.

Thank you for your note.

I take it it's about Claire.
Have you heard anything?

She hasn't turned up, if
that's what you mean.

- But you've got something.
- Take this and eat this in remembrance
that Christ died for you.

I don't know why I'm doing this.

The body of our Lord, Jesus
Christ, which was given freely.

Preserve my body and soul..

ADU is the call sign of
Nachtrichten, Regiment 537..

a motorized German Army
signals unit based..

in the Ukraine.

Its messages are encoded in the standard
cipher for the Russian campaign.

- We call it Kestrel.
- Kestrel.

Seven messages with
the call sign ADU..

were intercepted in
March and April..

not counting the last four on
April the 17th, which you found.

I've written down the dates
and times of interception.

A spy doesn't steal the enemy's signals.
And anyway, they were never de..

They were never decoded. Why would she
steal four messages she can't read?

She must have stolen
them to read them.

She stole them to read them. But
there's no way she could have.

- Why not?
- She couldn't. It just..

Just take my word for it.

God preserve me. Another one.

I seem to move, Mr Jericho,
in an endless round..

from one patronizing
male to another..

forever being told what I am and
what I am not allowed to know.

Well, that ends here.

So, what would she
need to read them?

I'm sorry. You
can't ask me that.

But you can ask me to sneak into
the Index Room and risk getting
hung up by my thumbs.

- Good morning.
- Cheerio, then.

Oh, Chr.. Miss Wallace.

Miss Wallace!

She'd need.. She'd
need a Typex machine.

Every day, our Typex
machines have to be set..

the same way the Germans
set their Enigmas.

Otherwise, you just get
nonsense from nonsense.

And working out each day's
settings is the hard part.

That's where the code
breakers come in.

- How?
- Well, you.. you need a crib.

- I'll see you later, then.
- Suppose that gravestone was in code.

If I knew who was buried here, more or
less, I'd know what the code meant.

That's a crib.

And when you've set the machine,
you type in the coded message.

If it comes out nonsense,
the settings are wrong.

If it comes out "Mary
Jane Hawkins"..

you've broken Enigma
for that day.

Why would Claire get hold of the
Kestrel settings for April the 17th?

She couldn't have,
unless she had help.

Kestrel would be filed in Hut 6.

It's your hut.

So now I'm a traitor too.

Well, maybe she got access to one
of the Typex machines from you.

Typex girls work
around the clock.

Sorry.

Stuck.

Look.

The first seven
ADUs were decoded.

Now, what happens to
decoded messages?

They get written into the German book.
That's Claire's job.

Then what?

Well, then they get filed with
everything else in the main registry.

- Ever been in there?
- Once or twice to check some..

No. No, no, no, no.

Oh, dear, would you
like some tea?

- Reference or loan?
- Reference.

- Section?
- Hut 6. Control.

- What are they?
- Kestrel intercepts, March and April.

- He's been a dark horse, hasn't he?
- Hmm. Surprise a minute.

But there are complications.

Sorry to have been so long.

I've never come
across this before.

- The file was empty?
- There was a typewritten note..

dated April the 17th..

referring all inquiries to the
Office of the Director General.

And that night, four final ADU
messages got in under the wire..

never deciphered, never filed..

taken home by Claire and hidden.

Who is the Director General?

Chief of the Special
Intelligence Service.

And he gets his orders straight
from the prime minister.

We're stuck again.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I've got the hang of
this detective work.

But I've been told
that everything's okay

You're out of bounds!

- Mr Mermagen.
- What are you doing?

Can you help me?

Machine Room needs the Kestrel
settings for the last couple of weeks.

They've found a batch of
intercepts fallen behind a desk.

- They've done what?
- I know.

But please don't tell. It was
actually a friend of mine.

Ah, you girls.

You know, I should really
report you for this..

but..

One good turn deserves
another, hmm?

Why, Mr Mermagen.

What will your wife say?

The Kestrel settings for the
whole of March and April.

Christ.

So, at least there's still a chance we
can read the ones you found in Claire's
bedroom.

- I've burnt them.
- You what?

Hello, Tom. Mind if we join you?

- You can't m-m-m-mean it.
- Well, of course I mean it.

Drowning herself was Virginia
Woolf's greatest contribution
to English literature.

- Actually, we were just leaving.
- Waste not, want not.

Whale meat. Brain food, Tom.

- You burned them!
- I had a close call with that lounge
lizard Wigram from Special Intelligence.

I panicked. But the worst of
it is, I could have read them.

- How?
- I didn't need a Typex machine.

We've got a real
Enigma in the museum.

- Well, when did you find that out?
- Well, I knew. I just.. I just forgot.

You forgot?

And you're the genius.

You know, I won a newspaper
crossword competition.

I beat two men. All three of us
were recruited for Bletchley.

They're cryptanalysts now.

And I'm a glorified file clerk.

'Course, if I'd been a daddy's girl
from some posh finishing school..

God, look, it's time
to go back on shift.

- You?
- Not for a bit.

Right.

Did she ever say
anything about me?

Well, she must like you.

The way she talks
about the others..

A bus load, you said?

The Romilly effect.

One look, and they're
"Romillied."

Who was she seeing? I only mean
it might be a way forward.

- I know what you think about me.
- No, you don't.

Well, I feel like an idiot.

And you aren't the one standing here
with the Kestrel settings stuffed into
your knickers.

Look, I don't know who
she was seeing..

and I really think we'd
better call this a day.

Don't you?

Bye, then.

Miss Wallace.

I haven't been lookin'
to the right or left..

so there's something I
didn't see clearly.

What's that?

That you're a remarkable..

I think you're simply wonderful.

Tom, nice of you to turn up.

- Look, I don't known what
Skynner's been saying.
- Shut the door.

He wants you out.

"Send him back to Cambridge, and
this time make the bugger walk."

I got you the rail pass.

- Not now!
- No, you can't do that, Guy. Tell them
you want to give me a couple of days.

- Why?
- To see if I can find a way
back into Shark.

Tom, it was you that announced that
it couldn't be done in four days.

It was you that made Skynner look
a fool in front of his clients.

Now you want me to go back and tell
him.. Piss off, for God's sake!

Sorry, Guy. Hello, Thomas. You'd
better come and hear this.

Two long signals from U-boat
headquarters in the last 12 hours.

One just before midnight, one just after.
Rebroadcast twice.

- Then nothing. U-boat fleet
is on radio silence.
- Christ.

They're on battle stations.

Say 12 U-boats 20 miles apart..

possibly two lines,
possibly three.

An ambush covering hundreds
of miles of ocean.

And this time, we
don't know where.

And one golden rule..
absolute radio silence.

- And wh.. wh..
- What then?

Either the convoy is lucky and misses
the ambush, or it isn't lucky.

And the first U-boat to make contact
with the convoy breaks radio silence.

- How?
- Minimally, using the short signal book.

It compresses the necessary
information to a few letters..

sighting of convoy,
position, course and speed.

That's repeated every two hours.
As it's picked up by the other U-boats
in the line..

they start to converge on the convoy and
send a contact signal in their turn.

Contact signal.

They'll shadow the convoy till nightfall.
They prefer to attack in the dark.

We haven't got as much time as we'd
thought. I'd say, a day, a day & a half
at the outside.

- Mary Jane Hawkins.
- The oracle has spoken.

They changed the weather code, but they
didn't change the short signal code book.

It's our way back into Shark, so
long as the U-boats find our convoy.

Don't you see? It's our convoy.

We know what the U-boats are sending. It's
the crib that we've been looking for.

- Would you get enough material?
- How many signals do you need?

One group of letters for
the convoy sighted..

two groups for grid reference, one
group for course, one group for speed.

Five groups of letters per
contact signal every two hours.

Shadowing the convoy for maybe 10 hours,
12.. that's 25 groups of letters.

And how many U-boats joining in?
Eight, ten?

Each one a contact
signal every two hours.

My God, he's right.
He's found us a crib.

- Brilliant.
- A-A-Appalling.

We've never had an operation on this
scale. The contact signals could easily
build up to give us a crib..

of 100 group of letters and we've got the
short signal code book in the museum.

He's right, Guy.

Where are the keys
to the museum?

Good Christ, Tom. We have to protect
the convoys, not sacrifice them.

You know what it's
like out there.

The success of this plan depends
on arranging a massacre.

No. No, we are not arranging anything.
What happens is going to happen.

But if we can use it to our advantage,
we'll be able to decipher every signal..

sent by every U-boat on the
high seas for 24 hours!

- Including the weather reports.
- Yeah. We'll have the plain text.

We can make a start on
reconstructing the new weather code.

- This puts us back in the fight.
- And there will be many more
convoys to protect.

You're back in
business, old thing.

Garbled text from Beaumanor.
Somebody get on the blower.

Miss Chamberlain, would you? Get
them to check their file copy.

Pam, does Beaumanor keep copies
of everything they send us?

- Yes. It's all there on file.
- Thank you.

Hello. Could I have
Beaumanor 392?

Miss Wallace!

No female visitors upstairs.
That's the rule!

Mr Jericho, wake up.
It's not over.

- We need to borrow your Enigma machine.
- Didn't you hear?

Top copy goes straight to
your people by teleprinter..

or by dispatch rider,
depending on priority.

The second copy we keep,
in case of garbles.

Can we see?

Well, if you want.
There's not much to it.

It's a treat for us, you know, a visit
from head office to the country cousins.

It's good of you to
say so, but, um..

a fat lot of use we'd be without
your intercepts, Major.

We keep them a couple of
months, filed chronologically.

These sets are tuned to the Eastern
Front.. Kestrel, Buzzard, Kite.

- And you're intercepting everything?
- Absolutely.

Except that time the
other week, of course.

Kestrel, wasn't it?

Yes, your Miles Mermagen came on
the blower in a frightful panic.

"No more ADU, thank you very much.
Not now, not ever."

- What's that about?
- Orders from above.

We'd just sent him four
good, clean signals.

It was Kay here who handled
our mystery station.

Carry on.

Yeah, he has a good fist, ADU.
Touch like a concert pianist.

He's still transmitting?

Of course, I don't take him down any
more, but he was awful busy last week.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

What was it you said
you did again, Mr..

- Jericho.
- Jericho.

Can't say, I'm afraid.
Catch you up.

- Major, how many machines
did you say you have here?
- We have 48 here.

Excuse me.

He's on now, if you're
interested, sir.

Thank you.

I don't mean to
bother you, sir..

but it is important, isn't it?

I know I shouldn't ask. I
mean, no one ever tells us.

You are making sense of it?
It is important?

Yes.

This is our only war, you see, in
here.. beep, beep, bloody beep.

And it's always nonsense,
nonsense, nonsense.

Yes, we are making
sense of it..

and it is important.

Eleven ADU signals
and launchings.

That's the car. Man, woman,
two-seater roadster.

Invite him to stop, shall we?

Take him, man! Take him!

Mr Jericho, stop! Stop! Stop!

Look out!

Shit.

Bravo, Mr Jericho.

Reckon, given the
circumstances, Miss Wallace..

we might now risk first names.

Hester.

Tom.

This might be good. It
looks deserted enough.

Well spotted.

Bliss.

- What would they do to us if they knew?
- Feed us to the dogs.

Charming.

Right.

March and April
Beaumanor log sheets..

and the intercepts
from March 28th..

April 3rd, April 9th,
15th, 16th, 17th..

and Kestrel settings..
last one first.

Might tell us why
Claire disappeared.

Right. April 17, rotor order.

3- 5-4.

3- 5-4.

R- X-O.

- Plug board settings.
- A-O-E-M.

The current passes
from the keyboard..

to the lamps by way of the
rotors and the plugs.

And every time you press a key, it
changes the path of the current.

Press the same key ten times, it comes out
ten different ways on the lamp board.

You never know which letters will
light up. Simply brilliant.

Message key X-A-T.

- Ready?
- Ready.

- "Y."
- "K."

- "E."
- "A."

"W."

"C."

- "U."
- Zed.

"M."

"V."

- "Q."
- "X."

It's not right, is it?
This isn't German.

Keep going. Sometimes the
operator pads out with nonsense.

Keep going.

- Um, "K."
- Zed.

- "E."
- "R."

- "O."
- "A."

- "F."
- "D."

Isn't German. Come on, genius!

I'm sorry. It's double coded,
or the settings must be wrong.

It's all been for nothing.

I'm afraid I have to
ask you to hurry up.

Search the barn.

This is Mr Leveret. Detective
Inspector Leveret.

He wants to know what you've been up to.
But first things first.

You've been here before?

And you?

Line up in the street
and search the area.

Have a look at this, sir.
It's down there.

- Right, sir.
- There?

Drag the river.

Please talk to me! What do you want to
know? I'll tell you anything you want.

Give me your hand.

Do you wanna know about Shark?
Any secret. Ask me!

Come this way.

I've got something to show you.
Get your notebook out.

Miss Wallace first.

I am showing the witness one
ladies' coat, colour grey..

trimmed with black velvet.

Label: Hunters,
Burlington Arcade.

- And the witness responded..
- Yes. It's hers.

Yes.

Next, one ladies' shoe..

black high heel.

Uh, heel snapped off.

And the witness responded..

Yes.

It's an old quarry.

They built the town
with what they dug out.

That makes sense, making
one hole out of another.

- How deep is it?
- Sixty, seventy foot in the middle.

Christ, we'll need a submarine.

I would very much
like to arrest you..

but we don't have a body.

It's a quarter to 8:00. Mr
Leveret will take you back.

I believe your day
is just beginning.

Chaps.

Easy, everyone. Just stopped
by to wish you luck.

I'm sure you're all aware, as
I am, what's at stake here.

I don't think I'm
exaggerating when I say..

this could be one of the
decisive nights of the war.

- So shut up, then.
- A mighty battle.

Probably..

the greatest convoy battle of
all time is about to start.

Three hours ago,
convoys HX 229A..

229 and SC 122..

had entered the presumed
operational area..

of the U-boat packs.

Now, in our long
island history..

we have picked up the gauntlet
more than a few times.

Shakespeare coming up.

"Out of this nettle, danger, may
we pluck this flower, safety."

So, gentlemen, go to it.

Come and dance. Boop-boop

Come on. Come and dance.

- No, I can't.
- Yes, you can. It's easy.

- No, really, you do it.
- Right, left.

Left, left.

Ah! You're getting
the hang of it.

C- Can someone remind me?

A- Are w-we hoping for the U-boats
to find the convoys, o-o-or not?

- Not.
- I am.

- Yes, well, you would, Baxter.
- Y-You'd sacrifice o-o-our..

Sacrifice a convoy to get
back into Shark? Of course.

How many men has Stalin had to
sacrifice so far? Five million?

It's called the greater good.

Spoken, of course, by someone who
doesn't happen to be in the North
Atlantic at the moment.

You can only fight your own war.
What do you think, Tom?

About what?

So, Claire, what were you doing?

What were you hiding?

Right.

Start at the beginning.

Kestrel settings, March.

Atlantic time is
two hours behind.

It's still dark.

Here, mate, I got a lighter.

Thanks.

"Urgent."

Mary Jane Hawkins.

It is German.

Signal 7-3-6-9-K-C-S.

We're in business.

Direction finders have a fix.

Scarborough, 2-5-9 degrees.

Witt, 2-4-6, 30 degrees.

Flower down, 2-6-8 degrees.

There she is.. 37.5, 49.5.

She's shadowing convoy HX 229.

No air cover. Sitting ducks.

Grid square?

B- D-1491.

- Convoy course?
- Seventy degrees.

- Convoy speed.
- Ten knots.

- From the code book, we have
C-K-S-A for convoy sighted.
- First message?

K- A-F-B-N-W-Zed-Jacob
for position.

Q- K-D-X for course, Q-R-Zed-A for speed.
That's five four-letter groups.

Message setting, B-H-B.

"A-V, V-K, A-K."

Check.

Yeah, me too.

- "M-S, S-M."
- Check.

Two loops. Confirmed?

And no clashes.

10:04.

One down.

Now the wolves
will be gathering.

Still nonsense. Why?

Can you fix B-D-1611? Convoy
speed and direction same.

New position: K-A-F-V, N-C-L-A.

Skynner's offered a bottle of Scotch to
the first man to come up with a menu.

- Does he know I'm still here?
- He didn't ask.

Oh, Puck, there's a message left
for you at the switchboard.

It's Adelphi 4-2-4-3.

There's no name, and I'm
not your social secretary.

- Message key: R-M-U.
- Sorry, Guy.

How much more
material do you need?

We've got 9 signals. Another
20, 25 would be better.

Suppose it starts
before you have them.

Naval grid square B-D-1386.

Course: 70 degrees. Speed
of convoy: 10 knots.

I'm pretty sure there's enough for
a stab at a menu. Let's try it.

- You have 17 contacts, Mr Jericho.
- It's not enough.

Well, why the hell not?

When I'm done, we'll be looking
for a needle in a haystack..

but if we stop now it'll be a
hundred thousand haystacks.

You know that.

Full moon. Ten
U-boats, somewhere.

Thirty-seven merchants, five escorts, one
of which has lost contact with the convoy.

No rescue ship and no air cover.

Eighteen.

- Flower down, 2-6-8 degrees.
- It's what you might call a bitch.

- Twenty-three.
- Not enough.

- What have you got?
- I need one more link.

I can't see it.

Names. They're names.

- You?
- No.

Getting a very bad feeling now.

Polish names.

- There.
- Yes.

- Menu.
- Let's hope to God it works.

It's started. Bastards.

Don't you have homes to go to?

- How's it going?
- Four hits so far.

Probably 300 men lost.

A Dutch cargo and a Norwegian freighter
went straight to the bottom.

And an American liberty
ship's on fire.

Half the crew are drowning. The
other half are trying to save them.

Tom. Unfinished business.

Congratulations.

It's a half bottle,
as it turns out.

Typical Skynner.

That should go back.

Where's the museum key?

Oh, sorry, Guy.
I've still got it.

Tsk, tsk. Security around here.

Then get off home, old thing.

- Haven't you got a girl waiting for you?
- She's dead.

Tom.

Oh, my God. Come on.

- What?
- Come on.

It's Polish.

Polish names, all of them.

The Germans found a mass grave.

Look, doesn't it say
4, 000 corpses?

"Polish officers buried in the
forest at Katyn in 1940..

"during the Soviet occupation.

Shot in the back of the head."

Murdered by the Russians.

By our Russian allies.

They were comrades-in-arms
against the Nazis.

My God.

That's why the file was empty.. on
the orders of Secret Intelligence.

And that's why Beaumanor was ordered
to stop intercepting the signals.

It was too big a secret.

Just knowing that
can get you killed.

And Claire discovered it.

Copied it into the German
book, and she had to tell..

someone.

- Adam Pukowski.
- What?

Missing in action.

Kid brother of Jozef Pukowski.

Claire stole those
intercepts for Puck..

because he was looking
for his brother's name.

- Puck!
- Wait! Please!

This Puck killed her. Why?

Because he had a secret, too, and
she could've given him away.

- What secret?
- I can't tell you that!

Tom!

Hello. Could you get me London
Adelphi 4-2-4-3, please?

I'm sorry. That number
is not in service.

What the hell is this about, you and
some skirt waltzing around Beaumanor?

Leonard, unless you're asking
me to dance, let go of my arm!

I should've cooked your goose when you
made a fool of yourself over that blonde..

who fucked half the park.

What?

Stand away! Stand away!

What the bloody hell do
you think you're doing?

He's two carriages up.
Snug as a bug in a rug.

Morning, sir.

You knew?

About Pukowski?

We had no proof, but when
Miss Romilly went missing..

- Puck and Claire were having an..
- Were seeing each other,
as you like to put it.

Seeing each other's brains out.

Jozef Pukowski, who'd been wondering
what could have happened..

to all those Polish officers who hadn't
been heard from since the first year of
the war..

and Claire Romilly..

who was reading the Wermacht
traffic from the Eastern Front.

They were made for each other.

And lo, mass graves.

Polish uniforms, names.

- We've been bracing ourselves
for the Nazi propaganda.
- Propaganda?

Four thousand Poles
murdered by Stalin?

It's what Hitler would
give his last ball for.

Think of all those Polish
names in the U. S. of A.

Think of our convoys full
of American goods..

some of them in
American ships..

running the U-boat gauntlet so our
supplies can keep Stalin in business.

- But it's true, isn't it?
- The Katyn massacre?

Oh, really, do shut up. There's a war
to win, and Stalin's helping us win it.

And they hate the
Russians, you know.

They've hated them
for centuries.

So what's Pukowski going
to do to get back at them?

Help the enemy. That's what.

His enemy's enemy.

And he's got a big piece of knowledge
that can help the Germans.. Shark.

- The weather code.
- Claire couldn't have known what
he'd do. She wasn't a traitor.

I'm sure you're right.

But then Pukowski heard
that you were coming back.

Jericho, the lover who wouldn't let
go, who'd cracked once before.

The swot who was invited to the
ball, found Cinderella's slipper..

and went so crazy he
would've told her anything.

And you would have, wouldn't you?
About how we lost Shark.

And the rumour that there was a mole
in the park, probably in your hut.

How long would it have taken Claire to
work out that the traitor was Puck?
About a minute.

So he killed her.

One-way to Manchester, according
to the ticket collector.

Change the watch.

Well, let's see where and to
whom he will lead us, hmm?

Train approaching,
platform three.

It's the 3:15 to Manchester.

How do you get the petrol coupons to
go zipping up and down to London?

Secret, darling. I know a chap.

Train standing, platform three.
3:15 for Manchester only.

Manchester, next stop.

That's it for you.

Go home, keep your head down..

and I might try and forget about you and
your moll breaking the Highway Code..

and the Official Secrets
Act on the same day.

Train standing, platform three.

3:15 to Manchester only.

You've been trying to frighten me into
keeping my head down right from the
start. Why?

Because somehow I frighten you.
Why?

Because of Claire. My
connection with Claire.

Be careful now.

The night you came to my room, you
already had Pukowski in your sights..

yet you went out of your way
to play the heavy with me.

And then you were more concerned about
Claire Romilly than you were about Shark.

- A girl who'd missed her shift? Why?
- Why? She was his girlfriend.

Oh, no. She was more than that.

She was working for you.
Claire was your agent.

She told you everything,
even how I found her shoe.

As you said, Bletchley was a security
nightmare, so you put a girl in the park
to do your dirty work.

Surely you mean her
patriotic duty.

Everything that she did, she did because
you told her. You had her fucking for
England.

And then when she got to Pukowski,
it went wrong. She took pity on him..

and she told him what she was
writing in the German book.

No wonder you were frightened.

You'd made a terrible mistake, and your
agent paid for it with her life. Claire.

He's jumped!

He's gone!

Come on! Back it up!
Back the train up!

What are they doing?

Sir, please. The station's clear.
Roadblocks are in place.

- Search the train again.
- He's not on the train!

- We'll have to let it go.
- Please be patient.

Oh, Puck, there's a message left for you
at the switchboard. It's Adelphi 4-2-4-3.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you very much.

- To the station, rather fast, please.
- Ma'am.

You bloody idiot. This
time I can't save you.

You broke Skynner's cheekbone.

Tom. Well, weather code is,
uh, c-c-cracking open.

Where's Puck?

- Check our weather report..
- How bad is it?

It's bad.

But we are reading Shark,
thanks to you lot.

- What's this?
- Grid square A-M-2-9. We
think it's a garbled signal.

- Signal to a U-boat?
- Mmm. U-617.

Ordered out of battle
to proceed immedi..

Yes?

Where is this?

Loch Feochan, in Scotland, where I'd
like to be old. If I'm ever old.

So, it's the real thing. U-
671, rendezvous in 24 hours.

Our turn to find a sitting duck.

My God.

- Be careful.
- I will.

Damn it.

- I'm on the chosen frequency.
- Sir.

- There's probably interference.
- Swing around. I'll fine-tune it.

Perfect.

Just in time to bugger
up the whole operation.

- Do you want to abort?
- Are you serious?

- I didn't kill her.
- I know.

Do you think I'm here for that?

- That's right, my darling.
- They're ready.

Up you come.

What about the rest of it?

The real secret you want to tell the
Germans, about how we really broke
the code?

- About my machines!
- Thomas, Thomas.

- You can have your enemy.
Let me have mine.
- No.

Well, shoot me, then.

- It's your show, but your man..
- He is not my man.

Serve it up.

- Go ahead.
- Tell Auntie Mae the package is ready.

Dinner's ready.

Bulls eye!

- Run out a couple of yards there.
- You're looking in the wrong place.

Oh, it's Mr Jericho.

Come home again with his
batteries dried out.

You turned out to be some swot.

- I tip my hat to you.
- She's not there. Didn't you hear me?

She's moved on.

The murder scene was like a pile
of clothes left on a beach.

Sometimes it means
somebody's dead.

Sometimes it means somebody
wanted to disappear.

Like an agent who'd been
turned by her target.

It was you who saw
it before I did.

What makes you think that?

Pukowski was on the train, and
you were letting him run.

He knew the secret that could lose us
the war. Remember? The thinking machine.

You were holding back to see
who he would lead you to.

Who the hell could it be to
make you take that risk?

Only Claire.

Well, I was wrong, wasn't I?

She wasn't with Pukowski.

She was waiting for him up the line to
take him to her little Scottish hideaway..

where a couple of runaway lovers
could sit out the rest of the war.

Do you think I didn't check?

She loved him, and Pukowski brought
her all the way to the brink..

but then he had to tell her
what she didn't know..

about the U-boat coming
to pick him up, and why.

If they got caught,
they'd both hang.

But there was no going back.
Only forward, to Germany.

But then, he didn't know Claire.

She was no traitor.

She's out there, somewhere..

like a sword hanging
over your head.

In different ways,
she fooled us all.

She was unreadable.

- Stick to sums.
- I think I've got something!
Easy does it!

What have you got there?

Steady.

- We're losing her, lads.
- Do you want it to be her?

Steady, now.

False alarm!

Shut up.

Keep looking.

Oh, I will.

I will.

- Sorry I'm late.
- It's all right.

I was getting worried
about you two.

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