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If I'm ever old.|Do you think it's beautiful?
Why are you a mathematician?|Do you like sums?
I like numbers.
Because with numbers,|truth and beauty are the same thing.
You know you're getting somewhere|when the equations start looking...
beautiful.
And you know the numbers are taking you|closer to the secret of how things are.
A rose is just plain text.
My God.|What have you done?
What has she done?
- Mr Jericho?|- Miss Wallace.
I came looking for Claire.|I was worried about her.
I could fiill a bus with men|who are worried about Claire Romilly...
but that's no reason why|I shouldn't go to the police.
She'd be the fiirst person|they'd arrest.
Miss Wallace,|please put that poker down.
And if you know where she is,|for God's sake, tell me.
She's gone missing.
What are those, exactly?
Intercepts. German signals.
Yes, I know that much.
Five-letter groups. German Navy signals|are sent in four-letter groups.
So this must be army|or Luftwaffe.
Picked up by the radio scanners|at Beaumanor.
All sent between 9:30 and midnight|on April 17, nine days ago.
- But never deciphered.|- How do you know that?
Well, if it'd gone through|the machine, then plain text|would be stuck on the back.
All from the same source.|''ADU. ADU.''
Does the call sign ADU|mean anything to you, Miss Wallace?
Miss Wallace?
''Angels Dance Upwards.''
- What?|- Well, that's how we'd reference it.
- Who is it? Who is ADU?|- I don't know.
Do you have any idea|what you're saying?
We can't just go digging through|Bletchley looking for information|about missing cryptograms.
If we want to fiind Claire, then we need|to fiind out what she was hiding.
- You think Claire is a traitor.|- Would it matter if she were?
Of course it matters.|Look...
she was probably flirting|with an offiicer and forgot|to fiile those intercepts...
so she hid them|rather than get told off.
Or she stole them|and then she ran away.
You really are mad,|aren't you?
And I would have to be even madder|to have any part in this little|amateur sleuthing adventure.
Miss Wallace.|Miss Wallace!
You said yourself|that she was missing.
Now, is that normal?|Is that her habit?
Well, she does always come home|to change her clothes.
Well, there you are.
Is she seeing anyone,|do you know?
What exactly is your interest here?
You can reach me at Armstrong's|Guest House in Albion Street.
ADU, Miss Wallace.
Angels Dance Upwards.
They call it BlacBottom|the new twister
lt's sure got 'em|and, oh, sister
They clap their hands|and do a raggedy flop and a hop
Old fellows with lumbago
nd high yellow|The waves they go
They jump right in|and give us all that they've got
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