Enigma Page #2

Well, all I have to measure it by|is how long it took last time|when Shark fiirst came in.

- And how long did it take?|- Ten months.

Well, this is a great day|for Adolf Hitler.

Ten months?

But you did break it?

Yes.

- How?|- I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

I think it's time we--

I think it's time|I got back to London.

It's not just a million tons|of shipping. It's a million|tons of shipping every week!

It's our capability to supply Russia,|to support the army in North Africa...

to invade Europe|and drive the Germans out.

- It's the whole f***ing war.|- Sir.

Satisfiied? Now, send the stupid bugger|back to where he came from.

Don't waste a match.

Back to Mayfair?

No.

How many people knew|about the German weather code...

how important it was to us?

A dozen, maybe. Why?

Make me a little list?

What are you doing here,|Mr Wigram?

You think there's a spy|in Bletchley Park?

I'm Cave.|Naval Intelligence.

I'll be liaising with the admiralty.|They've given me an offiice in your hut.

I'm ultra-cleared.

- What does that mean?|- That means I know how you|broke Shark, in principle.

You used a captured copy|of the German Navy's weather code book.

Gave you a pretty good idea|of what their weather signals|were supposed to be saying.

Can I see it?

Midnight, two days ago,|the Germans changed to a new book.

- So we lost that crib.|- Well, why do you think|they did that just then?

Don't know.

And the other one?

Short signal code book.

The U-boats employ it for reporting|their position, course and speed.

Unfortunately, if you don't know where|the U-boat is or what it's doing...

the short signal code book|isn't much help as a crib.

Two men died|saving those little books...

from a sinking submarine.

Fasson and Grazier.

We caught the U-boat|on the surface in the eastern Med.

The sub went down when they|were inside trying to bring out|its four-rotor Enigma.

November '42.|I was in destroyers.

It was my last ship.

Bletchley is the lucky number|in this war.

- One and six, please.|- One and six.

Here you are.

Girls, guess I'm off.

- See you later.|- Yes, I'll see you later.

Miss Wallace?

Mr Jericho.|When did you get back?

Just today.|How, uh-- How are you?

How am I?

Yeah, all right.|How is she?

She's-- She's Claire.

- Well, will you tell her?|- If I see her.

She hasn't been sleeping|at home the last two nights.

Sorry.

Good morning, sir.

- Worrying about your babies?|- Puck.

Thomas.

So, they say you're|not crazy any more.

- It thinks it's found a possible.|- ''It thinks''?

- Why not?|- Been in the hut?

- Come on. Get it over with.|- No, I'm fiine, Puck.

Sure, you are.

Hey, Betty, wait for me!

Gentlemen, we have a ghost.

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