The Imitation Game Page #5

---

Still working.

This is my associate

from the Home Office.

You see,

100,000 is rather a lot of money

and he's here to see

what you have to show for it.

You will never understand

the importance of what

I am creating here!

Have you decrypted any German messages?

A single one?

Can you point to anything at all

that you've achieved?

Hmm.

Your funding is up

and our patience has expired.

It's with such great pleasure

that I am finally able to say this.

Alan Turing, you're fired.

Please escort Mr Turing

from the premises.

No.

I beg your pardon?

If you fire Alan,

well, then, you'll have to fire me, too.

What on earth are you saying?

Trust me when I tell you there is no one

who would rather say this

less than I do but...

He's right. Alan is right.

His machine can work and it's probably

the best chance that we've got.

God, it's beyond belief.

If you fire them,

you'll have to fire me, too.

And me.

We're the best

cryptographic minds in Britain.

Are you going to fire us all?

Commander, at least

give us some more time.

Six months. And if the machine doesn't

produce any results that we need,

then we'll go back to doing things

the old way. How about that?

One month.

And then so help me God,

you're all gone.

Oh, leave him.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Oh, and, Alan, your machine,

it had better bloody work.

Hugh...

I swear,

I'm not a spy.

Oh, for God's sake,

of course you're not a bloody spy.

- What?

- Denniston gave me the Beale cipher

and guess what? I cracked it.

"Ask, and it shall be given to you;

seek and ye shall rind."

Matthew 7:
7. That was the key.

Far too simple for the likes of you.

Pity Denniston disagrees.

Come in.

Sir, I think I've got Turing.

I tailed him to a pub last night where

he meta bloke. Exchanged an envelope.

So I follow this other fella,

pick him up, gave him a good shake.

- He's a poofter. He confessed.

- What?

The man admitted it. Arnold Murray.

Hangs around that pub,

men pay him for a go.

Turing's one of the men that paid.

Only Mr Murray here

then has the bright idea

of robbing Turing's house after,

with a friend.

That's what Turing's hiding.

Well, he's a poof, not a spy.

- No.

- What's the matter?

We can charge a university professor

with indecency.

No, this is... It's bloody rubbish.

Turing's up to something important.

He's committed a crime

and he's broken the law.

And with a bloke.

Jesus Christ, it's bloody disgusting.

This isn't the investigation

I was conducting.

Bring him in.

Wait.

Let me interrogate him. Please.

Give me half an hour alone

and then I swear, I'll spend

the next month running errands

on as many rubbish cases as you like.

Fine.

Now, will someone get me a warrant

for the arrest of Alan Turing?

Alan?

Christopher's simply not

moving fast enough.

- We should talk.

- And even with the diagonal board,

he's still not eliminating settings

as quickly as we need him to...

- I'm leaving.

- But you've just walked in.

No. No, Bletchley.

- What?

- It's my parents.

I'm 25, I'm unmarried,

I'm living alone and they want me home.

That's just ridiculous.

That's my parents.

You... You can't leave. I won't let you.

"I'll miss you."

That's what a normal person

might say in this situation.

I don't care what is normal.

What am I supposed to do, Alan?

I... I will not give up my parents.

You...

You have an opportunity here

to make some actual use of your life.

And end up like you? No, thanks.

I'm sorry you're lonely

but Enigma will not save you.

Can you decipher that,

you fragile narcissist?

Or would you like me to go and fetch

your precious Christopher to help?

I'm sorry.

I want you...

I want you to stay because I like you.

I like talking to you.

I like talking to you, too, Alan.

And what if you weren't alone?

What if you had a husband?

Do you have one in mind?

I do.

Hugh?

Hugh's terribly attractive,

I'll give you that,

but I don't really think

he's the marrying Kind.

No, I... I wasn't thinking of Hugh.

Or Peter. Peter's so quiet.

Oh, my God.

- But this makes sense.

- Did you just propose to me?

Well, it is the logical thing to do.

This is ridiculous.

This is your parents.

I can't believe

that this is happening.

Joan...

Is your middle name

Caroline or Catherine?

Elizabeth.

Erm, Joan Elizabeth Clarke, erm...

Will you marry me?

it's beautiful.

Well, I know it isn't ordinary but...

Whoever loved ordinary?

She had it in both hands.

And she looked up at me

with her doe eyes and said,

"Am I supposed to put that in my mouth?"

And I said,

"Yes, you know, the French way."

So she pops it in,

clamps her lips around it,

and starts humming

the bloody Marseillaise.

- Come and have a dance,

- No, no, no, no.

You can dance with your fianc

any time you like.

Right now, this moment...

...my turn.

What's the matter?

What if...

What if I don't fancy being with Joan

in that way?

Because you're a homosexual?

I suspected.

Well, should Itell her

that I've had affairs with men?

You know, in my admittedly

limited experience,

women tend to be a bit touchy about

accidentally marrying homosexuals.

Perhaps not spreading this information

about might be in your best interest.

I care for her, I truly do. I...

I... I just don't know if I can, erm...

- pretend about...

- You can't tell anyone, Alan.

It's illegal.

And Denniston is looking

for any excuse he can to put you away.

- I know.

- This has to stay a secret.

Come on, it's your turn.

Ah, okay.

It's a sport for girls!

It's not a sport for girls!

- Cup of tea?

- No, thank you.

Mr Turing, can I tell you a secret?

I'm quite good with those.

I'm here to help you.

Oh, clearly.

Can machines think?

Oh, so you've read some

of my published works?

What makes you say that?

Well, because 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.

Well, can they?

Could machines ever think

as human beings do?

Most people say not.

You're not most people.

Well, the problem is

you're asking a stupid question.

I am?

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,

er, 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 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?

And that's this big paper you wrote?

What's it called?

The Imitation Game.

Right, that's... That's what it's about?

Would you like to play?

- Play?

- It's a game.

Rate this script:4.0 / 3 votes