In for a Pound

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×8

Iris: I'm Scottish, Mr. Zuyev. When it comes to porridge, I have my standards.

Iliya Sokolov: Is butterbrot. Ham and bread and...
Hailey: Let me guess... butter.
Iliya Sokolov: See, I know you are smart.

Hailey: I know I'm a girl with a guy sitting on her bed, but you are not, strictly speaking, a guy sitting on my bed. Kapiche?

Millie: No one suspects the secretary...

Millie: Ladies? It's up to us.

Millie: "CAF to SVO." They've got to be airports. Years ago, they gave every airfield in the world a three-letter code, all in our alphabet.

Det. Bryce: I figured I'd let the FBI take credit on this one... and the paperwork.
Millie: Such humility, Bill. That's practically un-American.

Det. Bryce: One thing you ladies have taught me is the value of flying under the radar.
Millie: I suppose we do what we do simply by being underestimated...

Iris: I just want to say... thank you to our new friends for having the guts to come all this way, to make themselves a new life. You're showing us just how much we can do here, the kind of difference we can make. Well, I guess what I'm saying is... here's to strength in numbers.

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Fog of War

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×7

Iris: Uh, g-gentlemen, we've devised a mechanism that brings efficient encryption to business communications, international communiqués, and a growing number of wealthy men who want private conveyances. Now, as long-distance wire communication grows, so too does the need for privacy.

Deborah Mitchell: Well, at least this new Vietnam business is short-term.
Dennis: Or so they say...
Alan Mitchell: Oh, it's true. They'll be done training the Southern forces and back home in a month.

Deborah Mitchell: Now, from what I've heard, the Big Bop's an integrated club?... Well, then... I look forward to paying a visit.

Iliya Sokolov: What savage Cossack pollute vodka with ice?
Hailey: What yahoo turns up his nose at free drinks?

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Det. Bryce: The Soviet Consul General died last night.
Millie: Why else do you think I'm here?
Det. Bryce: I'd hoped otherwise.

Millie: Come now, Bill. I'm gonna need a little tit for my tat.
Det. Bryce: Like what?
Millie: Like a trip to the morgue?
Det. Bryce: Such a romantic.

Millie: Vy ne mozhete izbezhat' sud'by. As the Russians say... "you cannot escape your fate."

Jean: Oh, you know me. I was always one for puzzles, riddles...
Nigel Beemisch: International calamities?...

Nigel Beemisch: I look at those digits, and all I can see is a telephone number.
Jean: Well, I look at telephone numbers, and all I see are cryptic ciphers.

Jean: Who's even to say it was a cipher?
Mr. Zuyev: Well, as no doubt you've learned, that, uh, everything is code for something else.

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Iron in War

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×6

Cop: It's an awful long way for two English ladies to travel by themselves...
Jean: I'm Scottish, dearie.
Millie: She's Scottish, you dummy!

Olivia: ...nobody hates a red more than our men in blue.

Paul: We're called the Mattachine Society...

Millie: I was a waitress for years. Bowing and scraping, on my feet for hours, smile painted on, but just because I take orders doesn't mean I take orders.

Mitch Bloom: You give a guy a badge and, suddenly, he's Dick Tracy, solving problems that don't need fixing.

Det. Bryce: "Audere Facere" is part of our force's motto... "Audere est facere, servire est defendere"... "to dare is to do, to defend is to serve."

Millie: Like you said... no one ever expects a skirt.

Det. Bryce: I tell you what... next time you want to invite me to join your activities... How about we make it croquet?

Iris: We are who we are. We love who we love.

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Not Cricket

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×5

Iris: Well... speaking of dough... Here's a dollar. Home by 10:30.

Millie: Oh, come on, Jean. There's a reason they call this the New World. It's a chance to reinvent yourself.
Jean: I'm perfectly satisfied with the current model, thank you very much.

Hailey: I think it's kinda like sausage.
Iris: Sausage?
Hailey: Yeah, like we made on the farm. We knew, if folks were gonna enjoy the end-product...
Iris: Oh. They couldn't see it getting made.
Hailey: Bingo.

Ray: You know you can turn this thing into a stereophonic turntable?
Hailey: Sure I know that, I just don't want to! My records aren't stereo and mono increases the decibels without sacrificing sound quality. Cut the gas now!

Jean: For this code, I'm inclined to use lex parsimoniae.
Hailey: Lex what?
Iris: "Law of Parsimony."
Jean: According to William of Ockham, the hypothesis requiring the fewest assumptions should be selected.

Jean: Wrap it.
Hailey: What are you talking about?
Jean: A possible scytale code...
Iris: Scytale is a simple transposition cipher, used by the ancient Greeks and Spartans. It's how military commanders would communicate with their front lines during battle.
Jean: First, a band of parchment gets wrapped around a rod, then the message gets written. And when the band of paper is unrolled, it becomes ciphertext.
Iris: The trick then is to have a baton in the battlefield that matches the sender's.

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Hailey: What's 42?
Millie: I don't know, but... but the meeting's tonight.

Iris: "Cozy room available in a fun, breezy warehouse space." A good start.
Hailey: What do you mean "start"? ...
Iris: Hailey, it's great that you're looking for better roommates, but when you write "fun," a girl will read that as another word for "noisy." And, uh, "cozy," she'll think "small." "Breezy..."
Hailey: Sounds like a hurricane comes through every night. I got it...

Hailey: Bottom to top? How do you read that way?
Iris: I'm not reading. I'm detecting anomaly, which the eye does faster when the mind isn't trying to make sense of the words.
Hailey: "Think less, do more." Huh.

Iris: Cracked it.
Hailey: Didn't take long.
Iris: Well, it's just a simple Caesar cipher... every letter transposed three letters ahead... "A" is "D," "B" is "E."
Hailey: Smart.
Iris: Gaius Julius thought so. It's one of the oldest ciphers in history, simple enough for the average person to use.

Edward: In the eyes of the law, I'm also breaking one.
Millie: And what have you done?
Edward: It's not what I've done. It's who I am.

Hailey: How would you know this?
Jean: I worked for a man who kept me on for a few years after the war. A brilliant cryptographer... He'd cracked the Enigma code, invented computing devices... and... and he loved men.
Hailey: Here, that's a crime.
Jean: Well, yes, it is back in Britain, too. Like the codes he cracked, he was hidden in plain sight, until the police found out. He'd called them because he'd been robbed by one of his, um, visiting gentleman. When the world saw him for what he was... they destroyed him.

Hailey: Look at this one... "loves to converse."
Iris: Uh, that means "insufferably opinionated."
Hailey: Or this one... "easy-going."
Iris: That means "slovenly as hell."

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Madhouse

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×4

Jean: Then do what we always did. Assemble the pieces we have, fill the space in between.

Lydia: He was sleeping with Charlotte down the road and the ife-way kicked him to the erb-kay.

Jean: The suburbs. Our new Western Front.

Millie: I thought we'd pay Detective Bryce a visit, make sure his head's screwed on properly.

Millie: Absolutely not!

Millie: You've just auctioned me off to the lowest bidder.

Marcus: You know, Vietnam is just an advisory committee. I'm training soldiers, their soldiers. It's not our war. I'll be back in a month...

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Det. Bryce: A man with at least three guns! What does that tell you?
Millie: He's a red-blooded American.

Bill: Why rule it out?
Millie: Mm... let's see. Three dates in, I'll meet your parents who find me stroppy, but soon realise you'll never do any better. Six months in, I've a ring on my finger. In three years, we'll flee to the suburbs with two brats and a third on the way, filling the space between us with powder-blue appliances and creeping silences. Anniversaries, we'll manage a clumsy dance, looking over our shoulders, wondering what hell just happened.

Jean: Oh, Hailey, this is delicious.
Hailey: Cioppino. Legendary in San Francisco. The secret is fresh basil.

Jean: It looks bloody cold!
Hailey: It's damn flippin' freezing, but after the numbness kicks in, it's quite pleasant. Come on! You only live once, Jean!

Jean: Happiness is not a constant state. To think that life is some perfect journey is a folly.

Lydia: I don't believe you don't want happiness.
Jean: I did once. I did. But now I seek purpose. And with purpose comes joy.

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Charlotte's Web

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×3

Charlotte: Iris, you marry a man because he says he loves you, and next thing you know, every single thing he told you he loved about you... now drives him bonkers. I say to hell with it.

Iris: Well, they are still state secrets.
Lydia: What for? We've got peace now. After Korea, there's nobody left to fight.
Hailey: What about the Reds?
Lydia: Never gonna happen.

Iris: Sir, they didn't see what I saw...
Det. Brice: A right-minded husband reining in a wife gone out-of-hand.

Marcus: You women... you think you can do anything.

Millie: So, we make it a stranger.

Howard: Tea. That's what you Brits fix up, when the going gets rough?
Millie: I can vouch for its restorative powers.

Kenneth: How is it in the Army these days? I mean, is there anything left to do?

Iris: Marcus is a sergeant, just made Green Beret.
Kenneth: ... Don't you face problems? Negro giving orders and all...

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Marcus: At the end of the month, I'm off to Vietnam to assist in training.
Kenneth: Vietnam? That's not even our war.
Lydia: Where is Vietnam?
Kenneth: Southern Asia. They're like Japs with a tan.
Marcus: We're not fighting. We're just training the folks in the south.

Millie: What are you so afraid I'll find out?

Hailey: Sarge used to say if you've wrung out every possibility, you go back to the source.

Jean: We don't have a car!
Hailey: Take mine. Don't worry, we drive on the right side here. It's a lot easier.

Millie: You're living a life already written. Isn't it terrifying, being trapped in a cage you know you'll never leave?
Jean: We're not all gypsies, you know, Millie.

Millie: Not exactly King's Cross, is it?

Lydia: It's darling how you try to play dumb, a ploy I spent years mastering.

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Wake

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×2

Hailey: Someone strangles four women then murders a man? There's no pattern.
Millie: There is always a pattern. We just haven't found it yet.

Millie: ...Information on the Holy Palms Killer.
Det. Brice: Sounds like you're visiting. Funny way to spend a vacation.
Millie: One of our many unusual British amusements, like queueing up, cricket and collecting thimbles.

Det. Brice: You're a tourist, not a detective. .. Call me if you need a recommendation for a good teahouse. Otherwise... get some sun.

Iris: Well, we were at war then. They needed women. They don't need us now.

Millie: I'm part gypsy, I'm sure of it.
That's tough... You can't know who you are until you know where your home is.

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Hailey: It was scary but exciting.
Jean: It was useful. We got what we needed.
Millie: A choke hold from a lunatic?

Det. Brice: I took a gander at that list of GIs you gave me. Don't ask me why.
Millie: I won't ask. I know why. That list was a carefully organised, clearly presented, compellingly reasoned work of criminology.

Det. Brice: I got to hand it to you, Miss Harcourt. This is one twisted way to spend yourself a holiday.

Iris: You're gutting a neighbourhood... killing us slowly.
Mason: It's called progress.

Millie: Oh... four pints, please.
Hailey: And a shot of whisky.
Jean: Make that two.
Bartender: Sorry, ladies, but this establishment is for military veterans only.
Jean: Then we're in the right place, dearie, make no mistake.

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Presidio

The Bletchley Circle: San Francisco 1×1

Cleare: Damn, bloody Yanks!
Millie: They're not so bad, you know. They come bearing chocolate.

Cleare: Look at you all. Apple pie and Fourth of July. And, oh, yes, showing up late for war.

Millie: Help me, Jean. Susan and Alice are busy with their lives. Lucy has her new baby. But you and I...

Jean: ...And as my references and testing show, I come fully qualified to serve.
Mr West: In the war, you were clerical.
Jean: Enhanced clerical.
Mr West: I'm not sure I quite understand...
Jean: It means, sir, that I did more than I can say.

Millie: What's the plain text?
Jean: I never tried to crack it.
Millie: Frequency of use appears standard. It looks like a substitution so far. Vigenere?
Jean: Perhaps. Or Beaufort.
Millie: Tabula recta, zero to 26, additional modulo 27.
Jean: Well, I have copies of most of the tables here. We could try each one.
Millie: What's the keyword, though?
Jean: My guess... it's the first word on the Teletype.
Millie: ....... "Victory."

Jean: "In this court, men grow wiser every day." What does that mean?
Millie: Well, we'll ask him when we find him.

Iris: They get nasty, you get nice, you hear?

Jean: And I thought Edinburgh was hilly...

Archie: Major Sixth isn't a key.
Jean: All right, then, what is it?
Archie: A chord, a mode of improvisation, and, yeah, one Bunk was famous for. A lot of people avoid it because it's a hard one to improvise on. One false note and the whole thing just melts into a syrupy mess, but in his hands, mm, it was magic.

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Archie: You know, Bunk used to say our memories always come to us riding on a major-sixth chord.

Jean: Is this their excuse for a chip?
Millie: They call it a fry, apparently.
Jean: I call it an abuse of vegetables.

Millie: Not the safest thing walking through the neighbourhood of a known killer.
Jean: Well, you don't have to outrun him, you only have to outrun me.

Marcus: Clever title, Ayli. Shakespeare.
Jean: As You Like It. Oh, very clever.

Iris: Men grow wiser every day, or so I once thought.
Jean: Shakespeare.

Iris: And what is it you actually do?
Jean: Same thing we did in the war. Crack codes, tease out information, recognise patterns.
Iris: What criminal leaves patterns?
Millie: They all do. They just don't know it. Life is patterns.

Hailey: You think we're here to squeeze you?
Iris: We are here to squeeze you.

Hailey: We stopped the war, we can stop the killer.

Olivia: For the police to ever hire me, I had to be twice as smart, twice as swift and twice as sweet.
Iris: Because to them, you were twice as suspicious.

Hailey: If I say San Francisco and the number 11, what do you think?
Iris: Well, that's the number of city districts.

Millie: And from this... tonight's murder takes place... here.

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The Imitation Game

& Alan Turing: Are you paying attention?

& Detective Nock: I think Alan Turing’s hiding something...

& Commander Denniston: Are you a bleeding pacifist?
    Alan Turing: I’m... agnostic about violence.

& Commander Denniston: How old are you, Mr. Turing?
    Alan Turing: Uh, 27.
    Commander Denniston: And how old were you when you became a Fellow at Cambridge?
    Alan Turing: 24.
    Commander Denniston: And how old were you when you published this paper that has a title I can barely understand?
    Alan Turing: Uh, 23.
    Commander Denniston: And you don’t think that qualifies you as a certified prodigy?
    Alan Turing: Well, Newton discovered binomial theorem aged 22. Einstein wrote four papers that changed the world by the age of 26. As far as I can tell, I’ve... I’ve barely made par.
    Commander Denniston: My God, you’re serious.
    Alan Turing: Would you prefer I made a joke?
    Commander Denniston: Oh, I don’t think you know what those are.

& Alan Turing: Five rotors. Ten plugboard cables. That’s...
    Jack Good: One million...
    John Cairncross: A thousand million...
    Peter Hilton: It’s million, million. It’s in the millions, obviously.
    Alan Turing: It’s over 150 million million million possible settings.
    Commander Denniston: Very good.
    Hugh Alexander: 159. If you want to be exact about it. 1-5-9 with 18 zeroes behind it. Possibilities. Every single day.

& Alan Turing: They were all floating through the air. Radio signals that... well, any schoolboy with an AM kit could intercept. The trick was that they were encrypted. There were 159 million million million possible Enigma settings. All we had to do was try each one.

& Alan Turing: But if we had ten men checking one setting a minute for 24 hours every day and seven days every week, how many days do you think it would take to, uh, to check each of the settings?.. Well, it’s not days, it’s years. It’s 20 million years. To stop a coming attack, we would have to check 20 million years’ worth of settings in 20 minutes.

& Commander Denniston: Have you ever won a war, Turing?.. I have. Do you know how it’s done? Order, discipline, chain of command. You’re not at university any longer. You are a very small cog in a very large system. And you will do as your commanding officer instructs.
    Alan Turing: Who-who is your commanding officer?
    Commander Denniston: .... Winston Churchill, Number 10 Downing Street, London, SW1.

& Stewart Menzies: Popular at school, were you?
    Alan Turing: ... The problem began, of course, with the carrots. Carrots are orange. And peas are green. They mustn’t touch.

& Alan Turing: Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels... good. Humans find violence deeply satisfying. But remove the-the satisfaction, and the act becomes... hollow.

& Christopher Morcom: You know, Alan, sometimes it’s the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine.

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& Stewart Menzies: My warmest welcome to His Majesty’s service. If you speak a word of what I’m about to show you, you will be executed for high treason. You will lie to your friends, your family and everyone you meet about what it is you really do.
    Joan Clarke: And... what is it that we’re really doing?
    Alan Turing: We’re going to break an unbreakable Nazi code and win the war.

& Joan Clarke: But-but, Mr. Turing... why are you helping me?
    Alan Turing: Oh. Um... sometimes it’s the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine.

& Hugh Alexander: ...If you run the wires across the plugboard matrix diagonally, it will eliminate rotor positions 500 times faster.
    Alan Turing: That’s, uh... actually not an entirely terrible idea.
    Joan Clarke: I think that was Alan for «thank you.»

& Alan Turing: I’m sitting in a police station, accused of entreating a young man to touch my penis and you just asked me if machines can think.
    Detective Nock: Well, can they?
    Alan Turing: Could machines ever think as human beings do? Most people say not.
    Detective Nock: You’re not most people.
    Alan Turing: Well, the problem is you’re... asking a stupid question.
    Detective Nock: I am?
    Alan Turing: Of course machines... can’t think as people do. A machine is different... from a person. Hence, they think differently. The interesting question is, just because something, uh, thinks differently from you, does that mean it’s not thinking?
        Well, we allow for humans to have such divergences from one another. You like strawberries, I hate ice-skating, you... cry at sad films, I... am allergic to pollen. What is the point of-of different tastes, different... preferences if not to say that our brains work differently, that we think differently? And if we can say that about one another, then why can’t we say the same thing for brains... built of copper and wire, steel?..
    Detective Nock: And that’s... this big paper you wrote? What’s it called?
    Alan Turing: «The Imitation Game.»
    Detective Nock: Right, that’s... that’s what it’s about?

& Alan Turing: Would you like to play?
    Detective Nock: Play?
    Alan Turing: It’s a game. A test of sorts. For determining whether something is a... a machine or a human being.
    Detective Nock: How do I play?
    Alan Turing: Well, there’s a judge and a subject, and... the judge asks questions, and, depending on the subject’s answers, determines who he is talking with... what he is talking with, and, um... All you have to do is ask me a question.
    Detective Nock: What did you do during the war?
    Alan Turing: I worked in a radio factory.
    Detective Nock: What did you really do during the war?
    Alan Turing: Are you paying attention?

& Alan Turing: Wh-Why do you think your German counterpart has a girlfriend?
    Helen: It’s just a stupid joke; don’t worry.
    Alan Turing: No, no, no, no. Tell me.
    Helen: Well, each of his messages begins with the same five letters: C-I-L-L-Y. So I suspect that Cilly must be the name of his amore.
    Joan Clarke: But that’s impossible! The Germans are instructed to use five random letters at the start of every message.
    Helen: Well, this bloke doesn’t.
    Alan Turing: Love will make a man do strange things, I suppose. In this case, love just lost Germany the whole bloody war.

& Alan Turing: Heil Hitler. Turns out that’s the only German you need to know to, uh, break Enigma.

& Alan Turing: You know why people like violence, Hugh? It’s because it feels good. Sometimes we can’t do what feels good. We have to do what is logical.

& Hugh Alexander: What’s logical?
    Alan Turing: Hardest time to lie to somebody is when they’re expecting to be lied to... If someone’s waiting for a lie, you can’t just, uh, give them one.

& John Cairncross: There are 500 civilians in that convoy! Women... children. We’re about to let them die.
    Alan Turing: Our job i-is not to save one passenger convoy, it is to win the war.

& Alan Turing: Our job was to crack Enigma. We’ve done that. Now for the hard part. Keeping it a secret.

& Peter Hilton: You’re not God, Alan— you don’t get to decide who lives and who dies.
    Alan Turing: Yes, we do.
    Peter Hilton: Why?
    Alan Turing: Because no one else can.

& Alan Turing: ...You can take care of that. While we develop a system to help you determine how much intelligence to act on— which a-attacks to stop, which to let through. Statistical analysis. The minimal number of actions it would take for us to win the war... but the maximum number we can take before the Germans get suspicious.
    Stewart Menzies: And you’re going to trust all this to statistics? To maths?
    Alan Turing: Correct. And then you can leak those stories to the, uh, the Germans. And then to our own military.
    Stewart Menzies: Maintain a conspiracy of lies at the highest levels of government. Sounds right up my alley.

& Alan Turing: Some advice about keeping secrets. It’s a lot easier if you don’t know them in the first place.

& Alan Turing: I... I’m not a spy. I’m... I’m just a mathematician.
    Stewart Menzies: I know a lot of spies, Alan. You’ve got more secrets than the best of them.

& Stewart Menzies: Oh, Alan... we’re gonna have such a wonderful war together.

& Alan Turing: I’m... I’m a homosexual.
    Joan Clarke: All right.
    Alan Turing: No, no. M-Men, Joan... uh, not women.
    Joan Clarke: So what?
    Alan Turing: Well, I-I just told you.
    Joan Clarke: So what? I had my suspicions; I always did. But we’re not like other people. We love each other in our own way, and we can have the life together that we want. You-you... you won’t be the perfect husband. Well, I can promise you, I have no intention of being the perfect wife. I’ll not be... fixing your lamb all day while you come home from the office. I’ll work. You’ll work. And we’ll have each other’s company. We’ll have each other’s minds. That sounds like a better marriage than most. Because I care for you. And you care for me. And we understand one another more than... more than anyone else ever has.

& Alan Turing: Was I God? No. Because... God didn’t win the war.

& Alan Turing: Now, Detective, you get to judge. So, tell me... what am I? Mm, am I... a machine? Am I a person? Am I a war hero? Am I a criminal?
    Detective Nock: I can’t judge you.
    Alan Turing: Well, then... you’re no help to me at all.

& Alan Turing: You-you got what you wanted, didn’t you? Work, a husband. Normal life...
    Joan Clarke: No one normal could have done that.

& Joan Clarke: Do you know, this morning... I was on a train that went through a city that wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for you. I bought a ticket from a man who would likely be dead if it wasn’t for you. I read up on my work... a whole field of scientific inquiry that only exists because of you. Now, if you wish you could have been normal... I can promise you I do not. The world is an infinitely better place precisely because you weren’t.

& Joan Clarke: I think... that sometimes it is the people who no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine.

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Σ Breathtaking mathematics.

Uncustomed Goods: Part 2

The Bletchley Circle 2×4

Season 2 Finale

& Millie: Jean, are you sure you’re up to this?
    Jean: I wasn’t always a librarian, you know.

& Millie: Dutch courage?
    Jean: Just a nip, then. Cheers.

& Jean: So what do we have?
    Millie: Er... a page of figures. Nothing useful to take to Customs. Just... notes about products here.
    Jean: In Maltese?
    Millie: Yes, but that’s easy. Maltese is just Sicilian with some Semitic Aramaic thrown in.

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& Alice: But surely you can crack it, can’t you?
    Millie: It’s not easy. I can’t see any recurring letter groups so it’s not a simple substitution. I think it’s a cypher, a key-code or a book code. I’m not sure yet.
    Jean: If it’s a cypher we can crack it by analysis.
    Millie: How long will that take, by hand, in a language we don’t speak well? It could take days...

& Jean: Well, ladies, let’s get cracking.

& Alice: Come on, you can do it.
    Millie: You’re talking to the machine again.
    Alice: They like to be talked to... Good girl. That’s it.

& Alice: You must never give up something you’re good at and care about.

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Uncustomed Goods: Part 1

The Bletchley Circle 2×3

& Barkdale: The businesses we supply staff to will only employ people with an unblemished record.
    Alice: I was found innocent. I was acquitted.
    Barkdale: Yes, but you were in prison. And in the newspapers.

& Alice: A sideline?
    Millie: Import-export. Until they take me off the blacklist and I can get more translation work.
    Alice: Do you mean the black market?
    Millie: The war is over, remember? There is no black market any more. This is just flying a little bit below the radar.

& Millie: Can you get any more nylons?
    Jasper: I can get silk. They don’t want silk, they want nylons.

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& Lucy: How does it go from one bottle of scent to putting someone in prison?
    Ben: A lot of filing and paperwork.

& Jean: We need Susan for this!
    Alice: Well, Susan’s in Bombay... Come on, it’s signal flow, isn’t it? London’s just like a giant electrical circuit. Input, output. All these little lines and branches, like a wiring diagram. What we need to do is trace where the signal wants to go.
    Jean: What signal, exactly?
    Alice: Our Maltese friends. A specific set of people, behaving in one specific way.

& Ben: What do you fancy? Lemon sole... manure?
    Lucy: Yeah. It sounds lovely.

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Blood on Their Hands: Part 2

The Bletchley Circle 2×2

& Susan: Somebody knows... Somebody is watching us.

& Susan: Timothy, can I ask you about the army?.. If your commanding officer did something that was wrong, would you still be proud?
    Timothy: Yes. The army isn’t a man. It’s not my commanding officer or... the battalion commander, the general... It’s more than any of those people. People make mistakes. Too cruel, foolish things. Sometimes it’s the evil things. But do we think the entire German Army was evil or were they just following the orders of an evil man? The army’s about loyalty and discipline. Those were the things I felt proud of... I suppose I’d like to feel them again.

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& Susan: The truth?
    Timothy: Yes!
    Susan: I worked at the Government Code and Cypher School at Bletchley Park. We intercepted signals intelligence and... broke German encryption. This is who I am. That’s who I am, Timothy. We saved lives. We... We made a difference.

& Sam: Why are you in an army car?
    Timothy: Cos your mummy is a hero.

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Σ Without Susan? Can’t be. Rather... Alice will replace her.

Blood on Their Hands: Part 1

The Bletchley Circle 2×1

& Technician: It can’t be that simple.
    Alice Merren: Why not? You can build the most complicated machine but it will still be run by people. People have shortcuts.

& Jean: We live in a different world. German as friends, Russians as enemies. I suppose we’ll just have to make our peace with it.

& Jean: I’ve been waiting here for ages. Since when did you start locking your front door?
    Susan: Since last year.

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& Jean: It wouldn’t be like last time, Susan. It’s just reading some newspapers and looking at some files. That’s all.

& Susan: We’ve got it wrong. Greater love hath no man than this, than a man lay down his life for his friends.

& Susan: Could you give her a message?.. Could you say... 14, hut four.
    Solicitor: 14, hut four? That’s it?
    Susan: Yes, she’ll understand.
    Millie: 14?
    Susan: Error code. Code 14. Corruption in data set. Re-do calculation from start.

& Susan: What the hell have you got us into?

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The Bletchley Circle 1×3

& 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.

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& 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.

The Bletchley Circle 1×2

& Susan: If we could just take them one name, not three...
    Millie: We have cross-correlated everything.
    Susan: What if we did a factor analysis?.. Remember when the Germans kept shifting their code sequence? We look a data for incremental changes, we tracked changes to the pattern of pattern itself.
    Millie: Doing a vector analysis on a crime scene is going to take forever, not a day.
    Susan: I know, so we’d better crack on.

& Susan: There must be something, even if it’s small.
    Lucy: No anomalies.
    Susan: Not even in the first one?.. First time you baked a cake, what happened?
    Millie: I don’t bake cakes!
    Lucy: Mine fell.
    Jean: They often do first off.

& Jean: Angela, when I was at Special Operations Executive, there were rumours...
    Angela: Mm-hm. What kind of rumours?
    Jean: A special department within Electra House handling misinformation and deception and the rumor was you worked for them.
    Angela: I’m afraid you’ve got that quite wrong. No, I was general clerical.
    Jean: Weren’t we all, dear?

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& Millie: She means be bait. Put on the right clothes, right lipstick, make-up, get on the train, try to catch his eye.
    Jean: No! You’d be putting yourself in his path. You’re bright but that is downright idiotic. You were backroom girls!
    Millie: Jean, we were backroom girls. We never had to make this kind of choice.
    Jean: What kind of choice is that?
    Millie: Whether to put yourself at risk to save someone else, even if you’re not good at it, scared, but you know it’s the right, because it’s the only thing to do. In the War, people did that every day.

& Susan: Scream blue murder and get the guards on him. How do you feel?
    Lucy: Fine. Scared.

& Cavendish: I’m not at liberty to talk about anything relating to that period.
    Susan: You signed the Official Secrets Act. So did I. I was at Bletchley Park.
    Cavendish: Then you should know better.

& Cavendish: 12 girls, you say? How have you got this far?
    Susan: By doing what we did at Bletchley, treating the crimes like a code, applied pattern analysis to all the facts of the case we could gather.

& Malcolm Crowley: I think you’d better come inside, Mrs Gray.

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The Bletchley Circle 1×1

& Jean: So who is he?
    Susan: I don’t think he exists. I think he’s a code within the cipher.
    Millie: Code for battle orders, you mean?
    Susan: Perhaps.

& Susan: We were right. It is a troop deployment code. The battalion numbers indicate different geographical zones and Diederich is the order to deploy.

& Susan: You know the map they have up at the house?.. With the markers for the armies? All those troops are on the move now because of us. Not bad for a few ordinary girls in a tin hut... Why are you laughing?
    Millie: “Ordinary girls”. You couldn’t be ordinary if you tried.
    Susan: When this is over, won’t we have to be ordinary?
    Millie: I won’t let you.

& Susan: You know I’m good with patterns.
    Timothy: You really think that just by listening to the wireless, you can tell the police where to look for a murder victim?
    Susan: Oh, yes.

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& Deputy Commissioner Wainwright: Why would he be leaving a pattern for us to follow?
    Susan: He doesn’t realise he’s doing it. People make patterns all the time but don’t notice. I’m sure you walk to work on one side of the street and walk home on the other. Perhaps you think it’s faster that way. He’s doing exactly the same thing. He’s trying to cover his tracks by moving around, but in fact, he’s making the pattern clearer and clearer, if you know how to look for it.

& Susan: The pattern is there. Maybe I was wrong about it being a spiral, maybe it’s more like concentric circles and he’s moving...

& Timothy: I’ll buy you a new book of puzzles. I’ll buy you the hardest puzzles I can find.

& Susan: We have a girl and a boy. Claire and Sam. You?
    Millie: No! No... That must keep you busy.
    Susan: Yes, it does, rather. Balancing books, making the meat last the week, keeping the house clean... cooking-
    Millie: Why are you here, Susan?

& Millie: Suppose you’re right and this man is leaving some sort of a trail, then this is going to come down to geography and data. So... you’re good with patterns, I’m all right with maps, that’s a start. But there’s going to be a ton of data and how are you going to know what’s relevant and what isn’t? You need someone who can remember it all. And that means Lucy.

& Millie: They’re never going to find him.
    Susan: No... We are.

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