-Not the Alice from the newspapers?
-Yes.
I'm afraid our agency will be unable
to find a suitable position.
-I was found innocent.
-Yes, but you ere in prison.
How is Lizzie's training going?
She's found a place.
-You'll never guess where?
-Where?
-Bletchley.
-No!
There's a teacher training
college there now.
Next to the old huts.
-Now then, these nylons.
-Don't worry, Jasper.
I'm tell them silk is saucy.
Men prefer it.
That's why you're front of house.
Come here, Elishka.
Where is this place? What street is this?
Do you know?
Are we north or south?
One of you is stealing from me?
Which one?
Those files that you showed me about
all those arrests.
Some cases had this
funny foreign name.
It was...
Mag or...
Magros.
I feel you can do well.
I'm sure I can do rather better.
Very well.
If I should need to see
you again, do I come here?
-Where are we, by the way.
-Not here, sweetheart.
There is a Greek restaurant on
Stovington Road.
It isn't just ciggies and perfume
and nylons. There are people.
-What people?
-Girls.
Jasper!
It's me!
Jasper.
He was bluffing.
He always thought he could bluff his
way out of anything.
I met him playing cards in the w*r
and he was bluffing then.
-And he lost.
-It's all right.
It's not all right.
It's really not.
What did you tell the police?
Where the body is.
What was done to him.
-Did you tell them who did it?
-Yes.
They can take it from here.
All the black market stuff in the
lockup -
they can tie that back to the Magros
easily enough.
Did you tell them about Marta's
restaurant?
I told them everything.
You don't have to worry any more.
They will go to jail for this.
-I don't want to go home.
-You can stay with me.
Dancing again?
-What is it?
-Millie's going to be staying with us for a bit.
Right.
We can make space on the floor.
Use my mattress.
-You don't have to.
-Don't argue.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Just a long night, that's all.
How's...
How's teacher training
going?
All right.
I'm gonna make some tea.
They're the same age.
Elishka.
Lizzie.
What?
They could be sisters.
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-You look tired.
-Yeah, not much of a night.
-What happened?
-A tip-off about a m*rder.
Actually,
you'd be interested.
It was supposed to be that lot
you were asking about, the Magros.
-"Supposed to be"?
-Yeah, it was all boll... rubbish.
Nothing there.
I don't understand.
What wasn't there?
Anything.
Supposed to be a body,
lots of contraband,
I don't know, the lost treasures of
King Solomon's mines.
Turns out there was nothing.
A wild-goose chase.
It smells like hospitals.
Bleach.
Someone's washed this place down.
Disinfected it.
How did they know?
Were they following us?
They didn't need to be following us.
What happened, exactly?
We found a crime scene.
We called the police.
The crime scene got erased.
It's either coincidence
or it's cause and effect.
I don't know what that's supposed to
mean.
This is Scotland Yard we're talking
about.
-All those files.
-What about them?
Why didn't I see it?
They've been arrested dozens of
times.
We read the files.
They've been arrested here, there.
But never charged, never imprisoned.
-Every single time, they've got off scott free.
-Well...
We're trying to catch criminals
all over London,
all over England.
Lucy, you've got to face it. Someone
is helping them.
And that someone is a police officer.
-Nice work on the Grant case.
-Thanks, guv.
And that other thing
you asked me to handle?
It's all dealt with.
-I hope you were discreet.
-Of course, guv.
Can you dig me out the case files on
the Grant robbery?
I've got to do my homework
for the court appearance.
Of course.
-Something up?
-No.
-What is it? Are you all right?
-Yeah. I'm fine.
Good.
Cos I was thinking...
this weekend there's a
dance on at the Vic.
Do you fancy going with me?
Sorry.
I'm busy this weekend.
I'll get you those files.
All right.
I'm off back to Bletchley.
-See you at the end of the week.
-Sorry
we haven't had time together.
-With Millie staying.
-It's all right.
Here.
No, don't be daft.
You can't afford it.
-You need some money.
-I'm fine. Really. Put it away.
Any job interviews this week?
Yes, definitely.
Fingers crossed.
Fingers crossed.
If we can't trust the police,
where does that leave us?
Marta can do what she pleases.
Trading cigarettes, alcohol.
Selling girls.
Even m*rder.
Poor Jasper.
It's too late for him,
but it is not too late for
us to help those women.
Even if we find the hotel they're in
it's no good,
because we can't call the police.
She must have started small.
Before the girls, before all of this.
It was just cigarettes and booze.
It's gonna be the first time she
gets into a scrape with the police,
smuggling goods.
It comes under the jurisdiction
of the Vice Squad.
That's where her friends are.
The Vice Squad know everything
that's happening in Scotland Yard...
-They're not the only ones that are
interested. -What do you mean?
-It's Customs and Excise.
-Like Al Capone.
No-one could catch him for
g*n-running
or whisky smuggling.
So they arrested him for tax evasion.
So we tip off Customs. They go
looking for black-market cigarettes.
When they find them,
they find the women as well.
We need to tell them there's a
shipment
of illegal goods coming in tonight.
Time, date, place.
How do we do that?
The only address we have is the
restaurant.
You could search it all week
and not find anything.
Marta is too careful.
But she took you to the hotel.
I was a problem and she wanted
privacy.
You were a problem
and then you were an opportunity.
Why don't we give her another
opportunity?
An even bigger one.
What else can you tell me about her?
Not much.
They're all Maltese.
Family probably.
Lazzru's a nasty piece of work.
He seems fairly close to her.
I don't think she lets outsiders in
to positions of trust,
unless she wants to
do business with them.
When Malta was put to siege in the
w*r, a lot of families were decimated.
The Luftwaffe flew over three
thousand raids against that island.
They tried to b*mb them out,
then they tried to starve them out.
With no luck.
They're a hard lot, believe me.
We're gonna have to be damned
convincing.
This should help.
-Are you sure?
-It's blood money.
I'm never gonna spend it.
Might as well put it to good use.
Jean, are you sure you're up to
this?
I wasn't always a librarian, you
know.
She thinks she's in business with
you.
We've got money.
If we're confident, this should work.
And the moment she
takes us to that hotel
to do the deal,
we've got her.
-Dutch courage?
-Just a nip, then.
Cheers.
Will I do?
What is this?
This is my friend Jean,
and Lucy, who works for her.
Jean's based up north, but she's
often down in London
and is always a good
customer of mine.
She wants to place a rather large
order.
I thought you might like
to talk to her about it directly.
This lady's whist drive wishes to
club together.
This is none of my concern.
Well, perhaps it should be.
Do you mind?
I like what Millie is able to
provide.
But I'd like more of it. Considerably
more.
And it seems to me
that a large order
should qualify for some degree of a
discount, wouldn't you agree?
I have no idea who you are
or what you are talking about.
Speak plainly.
Six cases of Disque
Bleu Gauloises
and four of the du Maurier
in the red box.
Ten cases?
That's 5,000 packets.
I know, dear. I've done the sums.
And what are you going to do
with 5,000 packs of cigarettes?
My whist drive are enthusiastic
smokers.
Don't play games with me.
What are they for?
My late husband was a ship's purser.
The Navy needs cigarettes,
and I still have a lot of friends.
I'd prefer Senior Service
if you can get them, but...
Millie led me to understand
that you deal more with the
continental brands.
Ten cases, eh?
Would be worth, let's say...
-..20% discount.
-No. Let's not say.
-Well, I'll go and look elsewhere.
-You'll find nothing, not in London.
Ten per cent.
And the money down.
Ten per cent.
And half the money down.
Half on delivery.
Do we have an agreement?
What happened to your leg?
-I was sh*t.
-You got sh*t.
You're a liar.
Why would I trust a liar?
So...
shall we go somewhere more
private, and make this deal?
There is no need
to go anywhere.
We can make your deal right here.
The matter is dealt with.
Well, don't you want to discuss
details?
What details? It's cash for goods.
It's very simple.
And when can I expect this order to
be fulfilled?
You won't have to wait long.
We're finished.
250 quid for nothing at all.
Not nothing -
I saw the ledger.
Anything about shipments or
hotels?
MILLIE: A list of goods but no times
or places.
That's everything copied out.
Are you sure you remembered it
right?
So what do we have?
Er...a page of figures.
Nothing useful to take to Customs.
Just notes about products here.
-In Maltese?
-Yes, but that's easy.
Maltese is just Sicilian
with some Semitic Aramaic thrown in.
But this...this page is different.
-It's coded.
-Yeah, has to be.
No wonder she didn't
mind us looking.
We need times,
dates, shipments.
But surely you can cr*ck it, can't
you?
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.
If it's a cypher we can cr*ck it by
analysis.
How long will that take, by hand, in
a language we don't speak well?
It could take days. Days we don't
have.
I can stay for a while, but I have
work tomorrow.
Maybe try to get a peek at the police
files again.
Any hint of where the hotel is.
If we can just tell Customs where to
look...
I'll try.
Well, ladies, let's get cracking.
Hope we get lucky.
-Thought I might find you in here.
-Sorry.
What for?
I've got to go.
I've got too much to do.
What's up?
Ever since -
me taking you out,
it's like I'm contagious.
My table manners
not up to scratch?
Come on, Lucy-loo,
what's bothering you?
It's nothing. Sorry.
It's gonna sound stupid.
Looking at these feels awfully
familiar.
Mechanical encryption?
-I said it was stupid.
-Why?
She wants to make certain no-one else
knows what's in the ledger.
What better way than a mechanical
encryption?
But Marta would have had to get her
hands on an actual machine.
A Type X or a German Enigma. And
she'd have to know how to use one.
There were two intercept stations at
Malta.
They had staff,
they would have been
trained, just like you were.
They always recruited the clever
ones.
If it's a machine encryption you won't
cr*ck it by hand in 10,000 years.
We can't let this b*at us. Not this.
All we need is a Type X.
Jean, isn't there someone
at SOE you can ask?
I don't have clearance any more.
In any case,
I wouldn't know who to ask.
I know where there might be some Type
Xs.
But if they are still there, they're
not gonna be in great condition.
Bletchley?
We're gonna need the key-code
system for Malta.
I can't remember any of them.
Lucy worked on the North Africa desk
for three months.
Elishka, darling.
Come in, please.
Stand here, please.
Elishka is 19.
Very pretty, as you can see.
Very hard-working.
She's a good girl, aren't you?
She has a sister two years younger,
arriving shortly.
I'm happy to do a deal
for both together or individually.
These men might offer you
a job in their hotels.
Would you like that?
It's lovely to see you but you
didn't have to come up and do this.
Got to make up for crowding you
out of your own home.
You can stay any time, Millie,
as long as there's cake at the end!
Isn't that that girl who...?
Take a picture, why don't you?
It'll last longer!
It's fine.
Lizzie, please, it's all right...
She's just coming over.
She weren't guilty.
She didn't do now.
You remember that.
It's all right.
People stare sometimes.
I'm... used to it.
So shall we make a decision?
Everybody likes you.
Then shall we say another 50?
-And the sister?
-If she's the same quality.
Then we have an agreement.
Tommy here will look after you.
-You better be worth it.
-I can assure you she is.
-Every bit.
-Have you ever been to Glasgow?
Of course she hasn't been to Glasgow,
she's completely new here.
Completely new.
Perfect.
I think that used to be a library.
It's Post Office training in there
nowadays.
Oh, and down that way there
are lots of little tin huts,
all boarded up.
No idea what they're supposed
to be for. Gardeners, perhaps.
That's me, I'm afraid.
You go.
We can see ourselves out.
Thanks for coming.
And for the cake.
Really.
Well, it was worth coming just for
that, if nothing else.
-Is Branka come?
-Your sister?
She'll be here very
soon, don't worry.
If she's as pretty as you are,
Tommy
will let her come and work with you.
-You would like that, wouldn't you?
-Thank you.
You can travel up there together.
Hana, sweetheart. Come with me,
please.
Good night.
All right.
Come on.
Come on, Luce.
We used to keep them down here.
This way.
We still have the Type Xs down here.
Wait a minute.
Got one.
That's a German Enigma, isn't it?
I've never actually seen one.
We captured the first one in 1943,
then plenty more before
the end of the w*r.
I helped mend some of them.
That's it.
No Type Xs.
But that's fine,
we can use this.
Surely it won't work?
No, but let's see if we can change
that.
Come on, you can do it.
You're talking to
the machine again.
They like to be talked to.
Good girl.
That's it.
Not at all bad for two hours' work.
So,
let's try this code of yours.
I've been looking through the
pages.
P175- it's standard notation.
P for Phoenix system code.
And 175?
17th of May, I'm hoping.
The day setting.
We still need the
six-character key code
Marta used to set the system.
Nothing.
Lazzru. Try Lazzru.
L-A-Z-Z-R-U.
It's still not right.
The two intercept stations in Malta
were Dingli and Salina Bay.
They're both six letters.
We could try those.
Try Salina.
S-A-L...
..I-N...
..A.
Salina. We're in.
That's it.
Let's hold these codes.
Konsenja. Consignment, delivery, or
handing over. That's it.
Keep going, keep going.
I-S-S...
I-B-T.
I-S... S-I-B-T.
Sabato.
Shabbat.
I bet that means Saturday.
IS is the definite article. Look up
S-I-B-T.
Sibt - Saturday.
Here.
"Erbatax".
Erbatax - fourteen. Saturday the
14th consignment. That's it.
Run the lot, get them down and then
let's get the hell out of here.
There's a boat here coming in from
Rotterdam,
but she doesn't say where it's
coming to.
We need the name of a port, or a
harbour town.
Anything, just look for a name.
It says qabar here, several times.
What's that?
Grave.
That's not a town.
Well, Gravesend is.
What if she's bringing them up the
Thames?
All she'd need to do is bribe the
coastguard. She's bribed the police.
She'd need somewhere private
to offload her merchandise.
Here, it says 26. Repeated next to
qabar every time.
That could be wharf 26, Gravesend?
So that's where she's bringing them.
But there are still some parts that
aren't making sense.
What's A-M-E?
It keeps coming up.
Name?
Shorthand?
The next delivery will
have Elishka's sister.
We have to stop it.
If we're right about the schedule the
next shipment's coming in at 11ªm.
We won't convince Customs to move
in less than a day.
We have to. If we don't those girls
will be gone. I will not allow this to happen
You can't make yourself responsible
for them.
Why not?
I am responsible.
I worked for Marta,
for God's sake.
I brought her customers and money.
I am responsible.
All right. We're going to have to
make Customs take us seriously.
Maybe they wouldn't move for us...
but what if they got a phone call
from Scotland Yard?
I can't.
They're not gonna listen to me.
Not you. Ben.
What if he's in on it? He's in Vice.
For all I know
he's one of the ones being paid off.
And even if he isn't, what's to say
he'd risk his career for us?
-Do you think he's crooked?
-I don't know.
How long ago did he
join the Vice Squad?
About two years ago.
Well, whoever's been helping the
Magros dodge arrest
has done for longer than two
years.
Look. You're obviously the one
falling for him.
Would it be happening
if you didn't trust him?
-I trusted Harry.
-Darling.
Just because you
made a mistake once
it doesn't mean you can't judge
another man's character.
You were just a girl.
Anyone would have done the same.
-You wouldn't have.
-I might.
Who's to say I haven't?
Please.
Will you try and talk to Ben?
Please.
Mind if I join you?
Go ahead.
It's a free country.
I thought I'd find you here.
Was it in my personnel file?
-So you've been checking up on me?
-No. I was just...
Is that what you do with
all your man friends?
-I don't have any...
-I suppose working with coppers...
-That's not what it was.
-What is it, then?
Do you like me?
Yes.
I thought you knew that.
-I like you too.
-Good.
What's wrong, Lucy?
First off you're a nice girl,
we're getting on and then...
you're keeping your distance, reading
up on me.
Hiding what you're doing.
What's up, don't trust me?
I was married.
I am married.
-But you're not wearing a ring.
-No.
All right.
You're married.
I expect you've got your reasons for
keeping that to yourself.
He's not around any more, I take it?
No.
Well, then...
I need you to do something for me,
but...
I have to trust you.
And you have to trust me.
That's why I'm told you.
I see.
And presumably that's why
you're checking up on me.
I think someone in Vice
is taking payoffs to
look the other way.
And you thought
that someone was me?
It's not me!
What were talking to DCI Fallow
about the other day?
I heard you say you took care of
something and were discreet.
That?
He wanted me to arrange
a retirement bash for Arnie Walters.
It was gonna be a surprise.
I'm not taking bungs. It's the
God's honest truth.
But you do know it happens.
Yeah.
It's been going on
since before I was in uniform.
It's not every case.
Just... once in a while.
But, yeah, I know it happens.
I'm not saying I like it.
I'm saying I can't
see I've got a choice.
Whoever's involved
is higher up the ladder than I am.
You're a clerical support officer.
You're a secretary, Lucy.
What the hell has any of
this got to do with you?
How do you even know?
I want you to meet some friends of
mine.
I think then you might understand.
Marta.
How do we get her there?
Do we have to get her there?
If she's not caught she'll get
tipped off and move her operation
like every time before.
She has to pay for what she did to
Jasper.
If she does escape
she'll want revenge.
-What if she returns for Millie?
-She has to be there.
They have to catch her and lock her
away or there is no point to this.
You're right.
So?
How do we do it?
Only one way.
Pressure.
Your goods will
be here very soon.
That's not why I'm here.
I want to increase the order.
-By how much?
-Twice the amount.
-Can you cover that?
-Perhaps.
-If you have the money for it.
-Good.
But there's one condition: I want to
be there.
See the goods come in.
Make certain this
operation of yours
is as professional as you say.
Absolutely not.
I've seen water-damaged cargo for
which I'm expected to pay full price.
I don't like surprises.
I want to see what I'm getting, up
front. And then I'll pay you.
I don't know who you have dealt with
before,
but I can assure you that I do not
play tricks.
Maybe not you.
But your men, your
contacts, the captain of the boat.
How can you tell what happens
when you're not around?
I take my business very seriously.
I will personally
oversee delivery of this shipment,
and I will personally guarantee its
quality.
As I do every shipment, every time.
If that's not good
enough for you...
you take your business elsewhere.
And I will tell you
when we need to
see each other again.
Excuse me for asking,
ladies
but how on earth did
you get access to all this?
That's not important.
What's important
is that we've got time to stop it.
The next cargo's coming in tomorrow
according to this.
If you're right, they'd have had to
paid off more than just Vice.
-But not you.
-Not me, no.
And Customs and Excise are
squeaky-clean.
But it's still a big risk calling
them in.
Those girls have nowhere to go,
no way of getting home.
They can't speak the language well
enough to ask for help.
All they can do is accept
being bought and sold, traded.
Nothing is gonna change unless
someone,
someone stronger, does something.
I understand.
I'm just saying it has to be someone
with more clout than a DS for Customs
to take it seriously.
Who, exactly?
My DCI.
But, Ben,
what if Fallow's already involved?
We can't risk asking him.
Who said anything about asking?
What are you doing back?
I told them I was sick,
got the rest of the week off.
Why?
You didn't get that job, did you?
No.
Nor the one before that.
Nor the one before that.
All cos of the papers,
and the trial.
People know the name, they remember.
It all sticks, even though you were
innocent.
I'll get there.
Meanwhile, we've got
no money coming in,
only going out.
I'm gonna give up the teacher
training, get myself an ordinary job.
Don't be silly.
We can't afford it.
We can, and we will.
Somehow.
How?
Let me worry about that.
-I'm not a little girl, you know.
-But I want to be a good mother.
You must never give up something
you're good at and care about.
I will find a way.
I promise.
Morning. This is DCI
Fallow from Scotland Yard.
Can I speak to your duty officer,
please?
Hello,
this is Fallow from Vice.
We've had a tip-off about cargo
coming up the river,
but it's happening fast.
How are you set if you have to
scramble?
Could be back in uniform after this.
That's if I'm lucky.
-Morning.
-DCI Fallow?
The DCI's been called away.
Asked me to put you in the picture.
They unloaded half an hour ago.
So we just got to
wait for the pick up.
You said they'd be here at 11.
It's nearly 12.
They're not coming.
She'll be here.
Just be patient.
What if we spooked her?
What if they're already clearing out
of the hotel, moving on?
We shouldn't have
pushed so hard.
We might have looked
too desperate.
-That's them. That's Marta.
-Stay here.
Stay where you are!
You're Marta Magros? Are these goods
yours?
-I think you've made a mistake.
-Open them up!
It's DCI Fallow's car.
He shouldn't be here.
There's something wrong.
Careful now.
There may not be just fags and
booze in there. There may...
Check them all.
We can't just wait here.
What the bloody hell's going on
here?
You should know, this is your
tip-off.
Who gave the go-ahead here?
I thought you did, guv.
This lot called me, said you'd
phoned about some illegal cargo.
-Well, nothing yet.
-Excuse me.
May I ask why you are destroying my
property?
Is there anything here?
Or is it just empty boxes?
-They're empty.
-She knew it was a set-up.
Where are they?
What have you done with them?
What I'll do to you and your friend,
will make Jasper look like kindness.
-You...
-Careful, miss.
That's enough.
Jean?
Jean!
-What?
-The transcript.
The ledger transcript, quick.
A-M-E.
A-M-E.
You're looking in
the wrong place.
A-M-E.
The sign above the warehouse.
What you're looking for is there.
We've got something.
Cigarettes in this one, sarge.
-There's more over here.
-Cigarettes, guv.
-More in this one.
-Where are the girls?
Where have you put them?
Open them all up.
What's in this one?
Oh, dear God.
Oh, my God.
They're here!
-Stop him!
-Stop him!
Get him!
-Is one of you Branka?
-Bloody hell.
Come on.
OK, OK.
Oh, my...
The fags and the booze we can
handle, but the girls...
that's a whole different story.
Nice work, anyway.
You can't do this to me.
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of dealing in uncustomed goods.
-And abduction and imprisonment.
-There are others, Chief Inspector.
I was taken to a hotel.
There are at least
seven other girls there,
including this girl's sister.
We've interrogated the van driver.
He's given up the location -
a Mulgrave Hotel in Bayswater.
Well, we should definitely follow
that up.
There were seven other girls
here in the hotel?
Yes.
There's no-one here now. It's empty.
You'll find them, though, won't you?
The DCI can get a
conviction without them.
They're illegal anyway.
It's not gonna be a priority.
If we knew where
she'd sent them...
All this effort,
and then we're too late.
-You did everything you could.
-I'm not sure that helps.
She barely knew she was north of the
river.
There is no way we'll find
her now.
Millie.
You clever girl.
A man called Tommy has her in
Glasgow.
Tommy. He works out of a
hotel called Aldergale.
Is that enough to go on?
Yeah,
I'd say that's enough to go on.
We know where Elishka is.
I'll phone my cousin.
How long's the train
journey to Glasgow?
Long.
You need to pack your woollies.
Excellent.
I have to say you're altogether
rather impressive, Miss...
Lancaster.
Alice Lancaster.
Do I know you from somewhere?
I could swear I've seen you before.
A lot of people say that.
I think I just have
one of those faces.
What are you doing here?
Another picnic?
Just a small one.
Did you get it?
What's happened?
Come on, tell me.
Did you get it or not?
No.
But Alice Lancaster did.