All language subtitles for The Bletchley Circle San Francisco 2018 S01E08 In for a Pound 720p (Multi) WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

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.

[Hailey] 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.

[Bryce] 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.

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.

[Archie] Sorry about this, folks.

Yeah, come on, baby. Come on.
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.

[Iris] Oh, what are you doing?

[Olivia] 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.

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 ID 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'll work?
-I've 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'm gone.

Okay, you may need distance, buddy,
but sure as sugar, I don't.

Hailey. Please. I-- I have idea
who take your friend.

-Uh-huh?
-I tell you. But not here.

Okay, you're slowing me down.

I'm going back.

I can hold off the cops,
buy you more time.

Archie, 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,

so was it them or 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.

[police sirens approach]

There's no guarantee
this leads to your friend.

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

And I-- I bought you some time to try.

Good luck. I trust you won't mention
my being here.

-Are you the owner here, sir?
-[Archie] Evening, officers.

I-- 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.

[door opens]

-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...

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.

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 taped 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.

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,
and 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 practiced
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.

Uh, 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.

[knock at door]

-Where'd you get that?
-Um, your kitchen. You have no food.

-That's kind of my question.
-Is butterbrot.

-Uh, ham and bread--
-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!

Huh. Not gonna fly.

Wow. Hey. Easy on the merchandise.

[clears throat]

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. Capiche?

-You're 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 & 5th.

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.

-[Millie] Yes, yes. I'll hold.
-And no mention of Jean.

True, but you can read
between the lines. See, here...

an agent traveled 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.

Uh, 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.

[sobs]

You're just tired.

-You were up walking the streets all--
-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 gonna stay here,
and you are gonna help us find our friend.

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry...
-[Olivia] 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 ten letters long.

Oh, good point.

So-- so, once we land on the code-words,
we just tease out what they mean.

[phone rings]

-Hello?
-Millie, it's Bill.

Oh.

-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.

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-- and Jean?

It's the least of their concerns.

I'm sorry.

Ladies, it's up to us.

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

[Hailey] All right. Bye. That was Iris.

-No word on Jean.
-Oh. Uh...

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.

[deep breathing]

[dial tone]

-Front desk, how may I help you?
-Please!

Please! Please!
I need someone straight away!

-[struggles]
-Hello?

-Hello? Is everything okay?
-Oh, yes, yes.

Just extra pillows, please.

Ah. 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".

No, that could be anyone.

Maybe it's not a who.
Maybe it's a where.

Just like The Governor is a--
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...
-[knock at door]

-Just go to my room and keep quiet.
-My specialty.

You-- 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--

[clattering]

What was that?

Uh... 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--
-[clattering]

It's a boy.

A boy?

-I can explain.
-[noise continues]

What the--

-Seems your boy's not here.
-Oh, Lord.

Lordy, Lordy! No...

Iliya!

It's gone. He took everything.

-Took what?
-Our secrets, our plans.

Why, if-- 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.

[door opens]

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.

Like, 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 honor, 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.
-Well,

-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.

But from what I 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.

[door opens]

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.

No, 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-- it's too big a risk.
If you ladies don't want to be involved,

-I wouldn't--
-Of course I do.

Me too.

Olivia?

We'll need one hell of a plan.

[imitates Russian accent]
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-- 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'll 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?

-Oh, 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.

Hm!

-Thank you.
-You're welcome. Enjoy your stay.

I will.

[door opens]

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.

-No, I'm just a guest in need of--
-Finally, someone who can help.

-Did you know about the flood?
-What flood?

[sighs] There's water
coming out of room 1109.

-Oh, jeez...
-The carpet is soaked.

[sighs] 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.

[elevator dings]

[dings]

-Looking good, Sarge.
-Any troubles?

Don't jinx us.

Change of plans. We're in 1304.
I know it's another story

-to climb--
-Hey. The only way out is through.

[dings]

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.

[Iris] "Sorry to bother you, sir, but..."

"I-- 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."

"Hello there, sir. Sorry to bother you."

[knock at door]

[moans]

[sobs]

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.
-Oh-- 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?

[in Russian] We've no time.

[in Russian] We can't carry a body
down those stairs.

[Zuyev] Make it quick.

We can't do anything with her here.

[speaking Russian]

Oh, well, with the two of you,
it won't take but a minute--

Or one.

[knock at door]

Help me with the window. It's jammed.

-Okay.
-We need to get two floors up,

to the penthouse.

Well, let's just hope the elevator holds.

[man groans]

Yeah, it's really jammed.

Perhaps if you got your friend...

[groans]

Uh... Wait. I-- I don't want you
to hurt yourself.

I feel bad enough already.

[Zuyev] Viktor. Hurry.

[sighs] It really is a two-man job.

Just help me, Zuyev.

Oh, Jean!

-It's okay.
-Thank God you're here.

-[Jean sobs]
-It's okay. We thought we'd lost you.

What? I loosened it.

Gentlemen, I'm forever grateful,

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

[Zuyev] Everything you do,
you need my help.

[Viktor] Yeah?
Let's see you do this job alone.

[Zuyev] Bring in the trunk
and let's get this done.

[speaking Russian]

[tires screech]

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."
-[Millie] 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-- he told me that Russian chaps

are obsessed with decrypting messages
coming out of Saigon.

Something about Saigon Y.

As we know, Y is code-name
for the intercept stations

that 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.

[Millie] Well, that's why they stole it,

because they're trying
to build their own machine.

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 favor.

[in Russian]
They tell me the plane isn't yet ready.

[in Russian] Push them.

Since you let that witch get away,
we don't have much time.

She's not going to find us out here.

Wait.

You get on that plane now,
you’re a sitting duck.

Keep back until it’s ready to roll.

I thought you were bringing
federal officials.

Let's just say there wasn't enough time
to persuade them.

Well, I've managed a delay,

paid off the mechanic
and his fueling 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!

[Hailey panting]

[gunshot]

[in Russian] Iliya’s been shot.

[in Russian] Get the machine in that plane
and off the ground.

-Buy Iliya--
-He’ll do the right thing.

No. No. The plan’s unravelling.

I told you there were too many elements
we couldn’t control--

[in English] We were on track
until you lost the Brit.

I did my part, Zuyev.

[in English]
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.

[Iliya coughs and groans]

-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.

Okay, we-- we spread out,
we search the place.

That machine's got to be here somewhere.

I'll take the east runway.

Iris! Oh, 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.

Oh, 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 wanna shoot me, Iris.

It's a slippery slope.

Deborah!

You may have been me.

But I was never you.

No. Not until today.

[plays piano]

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.
-Come on, Archie. Life is short.

I bought that my first day home
from the war.

And we're celebrating a victory.

[groans] You gals.
I don't know how you do it.

Simple. We put our hearts into it.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

[Millie giggles]

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.

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

-and the paperwork.
-Such humility, Bill.

It'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 have 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-- 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.

[Jean] Ladies.

Come here, you old bag.

-[both chuckle]
-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 world.

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--
I think I'd better shove off.

[Hailey] 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.

-Oh, wait.
-What is it?

I just want to say

thank you to our new friends
for having the guts to come all this way

and 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-- I guess what I'm saying is...

Here's to strength in numbers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Strength in numbers.