Enigma Page #7

- 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.

lt'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 Offiicial Secrets Act|on the same day.

Train standing, platform three.

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 f***ing 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 fiind 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 fiine-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.

Bullseye!

- 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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