& Crowley: Moving the people and the machines is the easy part, believe me. Moving the files and the records is a whole different story.
& Crowley: To the trained mind, complexity is a delight, not a burden.
& Crowley: “Umbras erat illa recentes inter et incessit passu de vulnere tardo.”
Susan: I’m sorry?
Crowley: “From among the shades of the recent dead she came.”
& Crowley: Don’t worry. I’ll be in touch.
& Timothy: This has to stop, you know. Whatever this is. You’re my wife. But above that... you’re a mother. That has to come first.
& Millie: Jean, you terror!
Jean: It’s damson gin. I make it myself. Just a wee tot, it’s strong.
& Susan: I want his personnel file — not just the bits you’re happy to show me, everything.
Cavendish: ... How would it ever help?
Susan: At Bletchley, when we came across corrupted data, we had to backtrack till we hit clean code. That’s how you find an error in the pattern. All Crowley’s giving us is corrupted data. We need to backtrack to before he was killing. We need to start from there. That’s how we’ll find him.
& Cavendish: Susan, do you know what psychological warfare means?.. It means sapping the enemy’s morale, working on his weaknesses... his conscience... his base fears... and drives.
& Jean: When we first started, it was strangers in the newspapers. But every step we get closer to Crowley, he gets closer to us.
& DC WainwrightYou have no proof. All you have is conjecture... imagination... theories. Theories that are disrupting proper police work.
& Lily: What happens if we do stop?
Jean: All that’s necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Or good women.
& Crowley: I thought... “Does her mind really burn that brightly?”
& Crowley: Don’t be mundane. Neither of us have a choice. Everyone else can carry on their hopeless, empty, boring existences — your son... your daughter... your husband. But in here... it will be just the two of us.
& Susan: What do I do now? What do I say?
Jean: If you try to explain... you’ll end up telling him about Bletchley. Everything.
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Σ Good to know, a season 2 is there somewhere on horizon.
& Crowley: To the trained mind, complexity is a delight, not a burden.
& Crowley: “Umbras erat illa recentes inter et incessit passu de vulnere tardo.”
Susan: I’m sorry?
Crowley: “From among the shades of the recent dead she came.”
& Crowley: Don’t worry. I’ll be in touch.
& Timothy: This has to stop, you know. Whatever this is. You’re my wife. But above that... you’re a mother. That has to come first.
& Millie: Jean, you terror!
Jean: It’s damson gin. I make it myself. Just a wee tot, it’s strong.
& Susan: I want his personnel file — not just the bits you’re happy to show me, everything.
Cavendish: ... How would it ever help?
Susan: At Bletchley, when we came across corrupted data, we had to backtrack till we hit clean code. That’s how you find an error in the pattern. All Crowley’s giving us is corrupted data. We need to backtrack to before he was killing. We need to start from there. That’s how we’ll find him.
& Cavendish: Susan, do you know what psychological warfare means?.. It means sapping the enemy’s morale, working on his weaknesses... his conscience... his base fears... and drives.
& Jean: When we first started, it was strangers in the newspapers. But every step we get closer to Crowley, he gets closer to us.
& DC WainwrightYou have no proof. All you have is conjecture... imagination... theories. Theories that are disrupting proper police work.
& Lily: What happens if we do stop?
Jean: All that’s necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. Or good women.
& Crowley: I thought... “Does her mind really burn that brightly?”
& Crowley: Don’t be mundane. Neither of us have a choice. Everyone else can carry on their hopeless, empty, boring existences — your son... your daughter... your husband. But in here... it will be just the two of us.
& Susan: What do I do now? What do I say?
Jean: If you try to explain... you’ll end up telling him about Bletchley. Everything.
--
On the IMDb
Σ Good to know, a season 2 is there somewhere on horizon.
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