Enigma

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Akelei. Akelei.

Claire?

- Move up.|- Thank you.

Roast mules go topsy-turvy.

Ten letters ending in ''T.''

- I'm hopeless at this.|- Me too.

''Somersault.''

Bletchley.

It's a walk.

I know.

I've been here before.

This bus for Yardley--

This bus for--

Hello? Yes.|I'll try that extension for you.

Please hold the line.

I'm just putting you through.

Yes, you're through.

- Mr Skynner?|- Come in.

It's been a pleasure, sir.

I never wanted you back.

Logie says he needs you.

Well...

he's got you.

Conference in half an hour.|And keep your mouth shut.

You're only there for show.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.|You do look bloody terrible.

- We missed you, Tom.|- I know why you want me back, Guy.

You've lost the crown jewels,|haven't you? You've lost Shark.

We got a call from one of the|intercept stations in Scarborough.

And they started picking up|a single word broadcast|on the hour, every hour...

coming out of U-boat headquarters|in Sainte-Assise.

- In Morse?|- No, it was a human voice.

- ''Akelei.''|- Meaning what?

- It's a flower.|- I know it's a bloody flower, Guy.

Aquilegia. Columbine.|But what did it mean?

It meant,|''Change the weather code.''

The Germans have switched|their U-boats to a new code book,|and we're blacked out again.

Is that why the Yanks are here?

Skynner's in a panic.

They want to take over his empire.

Here comes our team.

- You! You!|- Hello.

- You in the Royal Navy?|- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Only for a day or two.|I mean, actually on a ship.|- What was your ship?

Look, I can't be expected|to remember every little thing.

Sorry.

Welcome to Bletchley Park, sir.

Three convoys left New York|in the past week...

and are presently at sea.

Convoy SC 122.

Fifty merchant ships|carrying fuel oil, tanks...

iron ore, bauxite,|also meat, sugar and wheat.

Convoy HX 229 departed|New York on Monday.

Forty merchant vessels|carrying explosives, manganese...

timber, powdered milk.

Convoy 229-A left New York|on Tuesday...

carrying steel, timber,|powdered milk.

I don't want a shopping list.|What's the total?

One hundred and forty-one|merchant ships, gross tonnage|just under a million tons.

- Plus cargo of another million.|- And where are the U-boats?

A submarine tracking rumour|had three U-boat packs operational...

in the North Atlantic|as of 00 hundred Thursday...

here, here and here.

Midnight Wednesday?

- So where are the U-boats now?|- I'm afraid I have no idea.

I thought that was why we were here.|Our intelligence has been shut off.

You're telling us that the largest|assembly of merchant shipping...

we've ever sent|across the North Atlantic...

is now steaming towards|the largest concentration of U-boats...

the Germans have ever put|in the North Atlantic...

and you don't know where the hell|the goddam U-boats are?

- Gentlemen, if I may--|- Shut up.

What are our convoys making, hmm?

Something over 220 miles a day.

Well, I'd say we have|four days, maximum...

before the convoys come in operational|range of where you last had the enemy.

So, Leonard, this blackout--

will it be over in four days?

Uh, it's possible.

Yes, well, all things are possible,|Leonard, but is it likely?

Is it likely that you can break this|code, this, um-- What'd you call this?

This Shark? Before our convoys come|in range of the U-boats.

- We'll give it every priority.|- Yes, I know damn well you'll|give it every priority, Leonard.

- That's not the question.|- Well, sir, as you press me, yes,|I think we may be able to do it.

Is that what you all believe?

Um, well, I suppose you could say|we know more about Shark now|than we did the last time.

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