Enigma Page #6
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...
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 fiind the convoys, o-o-or not?
- Not.|- I am.
- Yes, well, you would, Baxter.|- Y-You'd sacrifiice o-o-our--
Sacrifiice a convoy|to get back into Shark? Of course.
How many men has Stalin had|to sacrifiice so far? Five million?
Spoken, of course,|by someone who doesn't happen to be|in the North Atlantic at the moment.
You can only fiight 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 fiinders have a fiix.
Scarborough, 2-5-9 degrees.
Witt, 2-4-6, 30 degrees.
Flowerdown, 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-149 1 .
- 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.
QK-D-X for course, QR-Zed-A for speed.|That's fiive 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. Confiirmed?
And no clashes.
One down.
Now the wolves|will be gathering.
Still nonsense. Why?
Can you fiix 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 fiirst 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,|fiive escorts, one of which has|lost contact with the convoy.
No rescue ship|and no air cover.
Eighteen.
- Flowerdown, 2-6-8 degrees.|- It's what you might call a b*tch.
- 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 fiire.
Half the crew are drowning.|The other half are trying to save them.
Tom. Unfiinished 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 offiicers 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 fiile 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?
l'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 f***ed 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 offiicers|who hadn't been heard from|since the fiirst year of the war...
and Claire Romilly...
who was reading the Wermacht traffiic|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.
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