All language subtitles for The Bletchley Circle 1x03

It's over now. We've got him.
What?

Strangled. They found her in the
storm drain near the gas works.

Oh, good Lord. I think I 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! You're all right?

So you're lost track of time?

Liar.

For the first time,
I don't believe you.

You're going to 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?

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

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

What name was it?
Er... Malcolm Crowley.

I think you 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.

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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?

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?

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.

If I remember rightly, wasn't he
killed?

Mr Croft, 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.

Oh.

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?

Something like that.

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

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 be ten minutes.

Of course.

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

And don't worry.

I'll be in touch.

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

What?

Crowley's at the hospital.

Anything?
Nothing.

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

All right.

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

The man you said stole your bag,
he certainly 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.

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.

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.

I slipped on the steps and I just...

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.

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?

Housewarming present.

This is your home now.

Thank you.

Jean, you terror!

It's damson gin.

I make it myself.

Just a wee tot, it's strong.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Mmm!

How are you feeling?
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, he'd know the Meredith
specialised in psychiatric
disorders.

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.

People with mental problems.
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
till 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 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 was on the
postcard

might be what was happening to your
wife or daughter back home while you
were fighting.

That was the principle, anyway.
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.

Hm. You've still got two, three and
six down.

Perhaps that paperboy is playing a
joke.

Daddy's taking us swimming.

I know.

I'm gonna dive off the board.

Mummy?

Is something wrong?

No.

No, of course not.

I just feel a little bit funny today.

Hello?

Cavendish?

Hello?

Millie, it's Cavendish.

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...

When we went into that cellar
and saw Mary Lawrence...

I know it was awful...
You don't know.

I still see it.

I see it every night when I close my
eyes, every part of it, every
detail.

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?

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 Malcolm Crowley is?

Mrs Gray, 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 no one has
seen, stirring up the past.

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

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 have a responsibility here, Mrs
Gray,

not only to bringing the right man
to justice

but also to you and to Timothy as
well.

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

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

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.

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 gonna 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...

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 records,
what date did they get him out of
the rubble?

21st May, 1944. Right.

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 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.
Must've been something in the
personnel file.

That file's gone.

Then we'll have to find another way.

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.

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.

When Crowley killed the girls, he was
clever.

He made a pattern that always pointed
to someone else but carried on all
over

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 got
further away from where he started.

He's too intelligent to kill on his
own doorstep, he would've gone some
distance.

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..."

The postcard.
Yes.

"..coming to London next week
and can't wait to hear the details.

The holiday cottage is in a state
but I've put buckets round to catch
the drips

until something proper can be done,
love, Dad."

Chedworth postmark, 14th January,
1944.

The Oakwoods had a cottage in the
Cotswolds.

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

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, 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.

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 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.

Someone find the pin!

Hair pin, Jean.

Oh, my God.

Susan, let go.

It's all right.

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.

And I slay the dragon!

Hello, Mummy.

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