All language subtitles for The Bletchley Circle 2012 S01E03 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

It's over now. We've got him.What?
Strangled. They found her in

a storm drain near the gasworks.
Oh, good Lord.

I think I've found one, too.

Well, what if we...Give him what
he's looking for?Oh, my God.

It's the smell that
was in the cellar.

What's this?She means be bait.

Get off!Lucy!

Are you all right?

So, you lost track of time?

Liar.For the first time,

I don't believe you.

You have to take a deep breath
and tell me what I need to know.

Who did you work for
at Electra House?

Mr Cavendish?

There was a man. He was buried
in the rubble under a stairwell.

There was a girl in there, too,
but she was dead.

Malcolm Crowley.

You will be back in time for this?
Yes, of course.

Harry, please...You're not going
back to him. You stay here with me.

The Meredith's not far from here.
Why don't you go?Are you sure?

What name was it?
Er, a Malcolm Crowley.

I think you'd better come inside,
Mrs Gray.

This way, please.Thank you.

Why are they shutting you down?

They're not, really,
just this building.

Everything's being moved
to new premises.

You're still here.
I'm nearly finished.

Moving the people and the machines
is the easy part, believe me.

Moving the files and the records
is a whole different story.

But I'm getting there.

It's upstairs.

I'm looking for a patient of
Dr Tremaine's from the war.

Perhaps if you tell me
what it's in connection with?

It's a bit complicated.Everything
in my line of work is complicated.

John used to say that to the trained
mind, complexity is a delight,

not a burden.You knew him well?

Oh, yes, we worked together for
several years before he retired.

He's retired?

You don't happen to know
where he is, do you?

I think... Let me see. I know
he went on a tour of Europe.

But then...
I'm sorry, I'm just not sure.

I haven't heard from him
in quite a while.

Ah, here we are.

This is me.

So, who was it
you were looking for again?

A Malcolm Crowley.

Malcolm Crowley?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

He was an interesting case.

Quite a delight of complexity,
believe me.

You saw him? I mean...professionally?

I helped to assess him
when he was referred to us.

But if I remember rightly,
wasn't he killed?

If you assessed him, you must know
there was something wrong with him.

Is this something to do with
what happened to him in the war?

I can't go into details...Ah.

You do realise that...

..since I treated Mr Crowley, I had
to sign the Official Secrets Act?

In fact, I was in the position

of treating a good number of people

serving in delicate positions

during the war...

..so whatever is on your mind,
you can tell me.

I think that he's very dangerous.

Sorry, I mean,
I think he's still alive.

You're SOE, then?

Bletchley Park.

Bletchley?

That was very hush-hush.Yes.

Wasn't it all statistics and
numbers?Yes, something like that.

And how did statistics and numbers
lead you here, Mrs Gray?Oh, I...

I just saw a pattern
and...I followed it.

You're not working for anyone,
are you?

No.You did this all on your own.

Astonishing.

"Umbras erat illa recentes inter et
incessit passu de vulnere tardo."

I'm sorry?

"From among the shades of
the recent dead, she came."

Is something wrong?

No.

I really must be going.

My husband's outside in the car.

I said I'd only be ten minutes.
Of course.

I'll see what I can find
in the files.

And don't worry, I'll be in touch.

URGENT KNOCKING

Susan, what is it?
I think it was him.

What?Crowley's at the hospital.

Anything?Nothing.

There's no-one here, miss.
Oh? What about upstairs?

All right.

It's all gone.We've been through
the whole building. Now,

the man you said stole your bag,
you're certain he came in here?Yes!

In the front door, out the back,
most like.

Sorry, miss, he's long gone.

Where on earth have you been?

The one night a year I absolutely
need to rely on you.I'm so sorry.

William Smith gave his
life for me and my men.

I know.

If he hadn't thrown himself on
that grenade, I wouldn't be here.

There'd be no Claire, no Sam.
I'm so...

The least we can do is honour
the man's memory once a year.

What... What's happened?

I...

It's fine, I was, um...

Gosh, I was...

It was the silliest thing. I was...

..coming out from visiting Lucy,

and I slipped on the steps
and I just went...

I really am so sorry about missing
the memorial dinner.So am I.

This has to stop, you know.

Whatever this is.

You're my wife.

But above that, you're a mother.

That has to come first.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Well...you're a state.

Come on.

Let's get a wet flannel
on that ankle.

Harry?

Hurry up, will you? Come on.

Open your eyes.

Is this for me?!
House-warming present.

This is your home now.Thank you.

CORK POPS

Jean, you terror!

It's damson gin.

I make it myself.

Just a wee tot, it's strong.

Cheers.Cheers.

Mm!
COUGHING

Oh!

How are you feeling?Ah, fine.

Steady your nerves.Thank you, Jean.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Why was he even there?

Why hide out in the hospital
that treated you during the war?

Well, we know the Meredith

specialised in
psychiatric disorders...

What, so he's interested
in psychiatric patients?

Same as all the men he set up.

Like Gerald Wiggins, Marco Giacommi,

Terry Hudson.

They all had mental disorders.

Oh, my God, she's right.

Wiggins had shrapnel in his head,
didn't he?

He has to find the right candidate
to pin the crime on.

Not intelligent, articulate people,
who can mount a proper defence, but

people with mental problems.And
where does he find people like that?

In the medical records of
a mental health hospital.

He just had to leaf
through the files!

They were all over
the country, though.

But those cases would have been
too specialised for a local GP.

They would've been referred
to somewhere like the Meredith.

So, it WAS Crowley.

You're lucky to be alive.

Mrs Gray.
I met your dead friend yesterday.

Quite a lot shorter than you,
fair hair - ring any bells?

Yes, that's him.

I was sat opposite him.
He was this close to me.

The police won't listen. I need you
to help me find him again.

I want his personnel file.
Not just the bits you're happy

to show me, everything.I haven't
got it.But you can get it?

How would it ever help?

At Bletchley, when we came across
corrupted data,

we had to backtrack
until we hit clean code.

That's how you find an
error in the pattern.

All Crowley's giving us
is corrupted data.

We need to backtrack to
before he was killing.

We need to start from there.
That's how we'll find him.

I want the file. Can you get it?

Perhaps.There's more.

I... I need to know
what's not in the file.

What do you mean?

Well, what it is that you're
so reluctant to tell me.

What did you do - you and Crowley -
at Electra House?

Susan, do you know what
psychological warfare means?

No.It means sapping
the enemy's morale,

working on his weaknesses,

his conscience,

his base fears...

..and drives.

These images were designed
to be provocative...

..titillating...

..but the messages
that went with the images

were intended to demoralise. Like
these, they were crude suggestions

that what you saw on the postcard

might be what was happening

to your...wife or daughter back

home, while you were away fighting.

That was the principle, anyway.

And Crowley worked on these?Oh, yes,

he had a talent for it.

Some of the men were too embarrassed
to throw themselves into the work,

but not him.

After the bombing incident...

..his pictures changed.

We couldn't use them.

They were too extreme.

It wasn't our...finest hour.

They've muddled up our paper,
this is the Telegraph.

Lunch is ready, can you carve?

Of course.

I'm thinking of taking the children
to the lido this afternoon,

give you some time to yourself.

You can try your hand at the
Telegraph crossword for once.

It's a lovely idea.

Did you do this?

What?The crossword.
Someone's filled it in.

Hmm. We've still got two,

three and six down. Perhaps

that paperboy's playing a joke.

Daddy's taking us swimming.

I know.

I'm gonna dive off the board.Mm.

Mummy?

Is something wrong?

No.

No, of course not.

I just feel a little bit funny today.

Hello?

Cavendish?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Millie, it's Cavendish.

DOORELL RINGS

Quickly, we haven't long
before the police arrive.

What happened?He's dead.

How?It looks like suicide.
You think Crowley did it?

I just don't think he's the
kind of man to kill himself.

Why now?
That's obvious, isn't it?

Cavendish was trying to find
Crowley.Maybe he did, somehow.

Personnel file?

We need to go and look.
Right.I can't.

I'm sorry, I can't do that again.
Lucy, we need you...

No, when we went into that cellar

and saw Mary Lawrence...I know
it was awful...No, you don't know!

I still see it. I see it every night
when I close my eyes.

I see every part of it,
every detail.

I see her fa...All right.

You don't have to.

Oh, crikey!

Look over here.

The files from Electra House.

Where's Crowley's?

It's not here, it's gone.
He must have taken it.

What's this?

These are a bit racier than
the end of the pier, aren't they?

It's not what you think.

They're part of what he was doing
during the war.

He was ashamed of them, actually.

In fact, he wouldn't
have had them out unless...

Unless what?

Unless he realised
they were important.

How are you feeling?I'm fine.

He found something - something
in Crowley's personnel file.

Like what?
We won't know, Crowley's taken it.

Important enough to kill for.

Jean, do they keep duplicates of
these files?

No. Classified.

Master copy only.
If it's gone, it's gone.

Maybe it's for the best.

What?Susan, Mr Cavendish is dead.

If what you say is true,
Crowley killed him because

he was getting too close.

When we first started,
it was strangers in the newspapers.

But every step
we get closer to Crowley,

he gets closer to us.

He knows where you live,
for God's sake!

Mr Cavendish was an
officer in the war.

You're just a girl.

Millie?

She's right.

What about your children?

Fine.

So what do we do now?Take it to
Deputy Commissioner Wainwright,

and hope he listens.

Please can we go now?

You met a man who you believe
is the real killer?

Malcolm Crowley, yes.

And that's the man you believe
killed Mr Cavendish?Oh, yes.

But you have no proof
of either accusation,

and you have no idea where
this Malcolm Crowley is?

I don't think you realise what I'm
seeing from my side of the desk.

I'm sorry?

We have a man in custody,
thanks to you,

and all the evidence in the world
to convict him.

The killings have stopped.

But you're still running around,

talking about a phantom
that no-one has seen...I have.

..and stirring up the past.

And now, a man has taken
his own life as a result.

No! No, Mr Cavendish was murdered.

You have no proof of that.

All you have is conjecture,

imagination, theories.

Theories that are disrupting
proper police work.

Now, we're grateful to you for your
help, but...this case is solved.

It's over.

I... I have a responsibility here,
Mrs Gray,

not only to bring
the right man to justice,

but also, to you and
to Timothy as well.

Now, I'm quite certain he has
no idea what you've been doing,

any more than he knows
what you did in the war.

But if you're intent on
pursuing this...this mistake...

..then I'm afraid there will
have to be consequences.

Do you understand?

Goodbye, Mrs Gray.

Give my regards to Timothy.

Can't you sleep?

He's convinced Cavendish
killed himself.

He told me to stop,
or he'd tell Timothy everything.

What happens if we do stop?

All that's necessary
for evil to triumph

is for good men to do nothing.

Or good women.

All right.

Where do we start?

With these.

I'm sure Cavendish had
these out for a reason.

They were supposed to be provocative.

Ahem...

What are the messages?

"German soldiers,
while you're fighting and dying,

"who do you think is
screwing your girlfriends?"

These are different.
This is what you need to see.

No-one in their right mind
is going to find these erotic.

Cavendish said that after the bomb,
what Crowley produced changed.

These are Crowley's?Oh, yes.

They're the same girl.

Exactly.

If he drew these after the bomb,

after he was trapped in the rubble,

buried alive...

..then this has to be the girl
who was down there with him.

What if he became,

I don't know, obsessed, fixated?

She was the first dead girl,
underground, in the dark.

This has to lead to Crowley.
We need to know who she was.

The source of his obsession
could lead us to him.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Mr Cavendish was a...kind person...

..and a brave man.

You can help us find who did this.

How?There was a girl.

She was killed,

when the SOE Records Office
was bombed in 1944.

We think if we knew more
about her...

I'd already left the
department by then.

I imagine those files would have
been put back into deep storage.

But if she was an SOE employee
when she was killed...

..then perhaps they were put
with the department roster.

Come with me.

What year was it? '44?

We've got more than the year.
Lucy, in Crowley's medical records,

what date did they get him out of
the rubble?21st May, 1944.Right.

Uh...

The whole building came down.
A lot of people died.

Wait, we need to check their faces.

Wait.

There she is.

Julie Oakwood.

Thank you.

Angela's given us everything
on Julie -

employment summary,
dates and transfers.

She moved around a lot.
There's a ton of bumph in there.

"See enclosed Addendum A."

Oh, it's here.

This is interesting.

She made a formal complaint

to her supervisor at SOE.

Malcolm Crowley had been

following her, bothering her.

When's it dated?

Three months before she died.

They weren't just random strangers
in a bomb blast. He knew her.

He already wanted her.

So this is where the pattern begins.

Yes. I said to Mr Cavendish,

"We need to get back to clean code,
before Crowley poisoned the data."

He must have found it.

He got back to Julie Oakwood,
which led him to Crowley.

Crowley killed him for it.

There must have been something in the
personnel file.That file's gone.

Then we'll have to find another way.

DOGS BARKING

Mummy?

What is it? What's the matter?
I can't sleep.

Go back to bed.

The bogeyman's watching me.

There's no-one watching you.

Ooh!

He's outside, in the dark.

There's no-one watching you, silly
billy. Come on, I'll tuck you in.

It says here her mother died in '33.

What about her father?

No record of him here.

Oh, Susan! That took us ages
to put together!

Calm down, this is important.

Now, when Crowley killed
the girls, he was clever.

He made a pattern that always pointed
to someone else, but he carried on

all over the country,
and I think made another pattern.

A large spiral,

like a Nautilus shell.

So, we start here, in Hereford.

He didn't stay there
after the police made the arrests.

He moved on, and each time, he got
further away from where he started.

He's too intelligent to kill on
his own doorstep, he'd have gone

some distance away. If we interpolate
the data, working back from

the first murder, which would be...

Cotswolds. It's the
middle of nowhere.

It's never gonna be perfect.
What are the nearest towns?

Northleach, Coln St Alwyns,
Chedworth...

Chedworth?Yes, why?

"Dear Julie, what absolutely
super news about the job.

"I shall be coming down..."The
postcard.Yes."..coming to London

"next week. Can't wait to hear the
details. The holiday cottage is in

"a state after the storms, but I've
put buckets round to catch the drips

"until something can be done.
With love, Dad."Chedworth postmark,

14th January, 1944.So the Oakwoods
had a cottage in the Cotswolds.

You think that was Crowley's
starting point?I'm sure it is.

I just don't know how yet.

We need to go through all the data
on Julie Oakwood.I was, until

you came in and knocked it about!
But you weren't looking in

the right places.Stop it, you two!
Wait, there's something here.

They sent Julie's effects to a
forwarding address in North London,

care of her father. We could
call him and ask about the cottage.

His telephone number's right here.

Barnet 7631.Mr Oakwood?

I'm afraid not, Susan.

Now, listen carefully
to what I want you to do.

Did you get him?Yes.
Yes, he was helpful.

Are you going to see him?Yes.

He might remember Crowley.Mm.

I'll come with you.No.

He's quite old.

It'd be a bit overwhelming,
all of us.

It'll be upsetting for him,
talking about his daughter.

All right, if you're sure.
I'm sure.

Tickets, please.

You came.

I had no choice.

It's not that I want to
hurt your family, but...

..I knew you would need an excuse.

You do want to be here, don't you?

Be honest with yourself.

You've been bereft, like me.

Ever since the war ended, you've
been waiting and hoping and longing.

Believe me, I understand.

But you didn't give in.

And somehow, you've found me.

No-one else came close.

I was waiting such a long time
for you to call.

You were waiting for me?

"Dear Julie, what absolutely
super news about the job.

"I shall be coming down to London
next week and can't wait to hear

"all the details."

I couldn't really believe, you see?

I thought...

..does her mind really burn
that brightly?

So, I arranged things.

I set a little trap for you.

Mr Cavendish.
All those complicated files.

You are beautiful.

Julie was beautiful.

Now, by the horrors
which these realms surround,

"By the vast chaos of
these depths profound,

"By the sad silence
which eternal reigns o'er

"all the waste of these
wide-stretching plains,

"Let me again Eurydice receive..."

I'm not her.

Put the gun down, please.

You can't escape.

And besides...

..you're not a killer, Susan.

You know that.

Put the gun down.

Thank you.

Would you go to the table, please?

You'll leave them alone?

Your family is safe.
You have my word.

There.

By the lamp.

Would you put it on, please?

Carefully.

Thank you.

I thought I'd lost you forever.
I am not Julie Oakwood.

You know what we have to do.

No. We don't.

I know what happened to you.
That wasn't your fault.

It was horrible. But you have
a choice now.Please.

Don't be mundane.

Neither of us have a choice.

Everyone else can carry on

their hopeless, empty,
boring existences.

Your son, your daughter,
your husband.

But in here, it will be...

..just the two of us.Please.

It won't hurt.
Please, leave them alone.

It will be beautiful.

SHE GASPS AND SOBS

THREE GUNSHOTS

The pin! Someone find the pin!

Hair pin, Jean.

Oh, my God.

Susan, let go.

It's all right.

SUSAN SOBS

It's all right.

It's all right.

That's everything you can tell us?
All right, boys.

I'll deal with this now.

May I?

I should have listened.

Why didn't you tell me?

I went to get a fag and when
I saw the gun was missing...

You should have told me.

There.

All done.

What do I do now?

What do I say?

If you try to explain...

..you'll end up telling him
about Bletchley.

Everything.

CHILDREN GIGGLE
And I slay the dragon!

Hello, Mummy.