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Young Alan enters the HEADMASTER’S OFFICE.
YOUNG ALAN
You wanted to see me, Sir?
HEADMASTER
Turing. Sit down.
YOUNG ALAN
Is something the matter?
HEADMASTER
You and Christopher Morcom are
quite close.
YOUNG ALAN
I wouldn’t say that.
HEADMASTER
Your mathematics teacher says you
two are positively inseparable.
YOUNG ALAN
We’re the best students in the
class.
HEADMASTER
He caught you passing notes the
other day.
YOUNG ALAN
Cryptography. To pass the time. The
class is too simple.
HEADMASTER
You and your friend solve maths
problems during maths class because
maths class is too dull?
YOUNG ALAN
He’s not my friend.
HEADMASTER
I’ve been told he’s your only
friend.
YOUNG ALAN
Who said that?
HEADMASTER
Something has come up. About
Morcom.
YOUNG ALAN
Why am I here?
HEADMASTER
Christopher is dead.
YOUNG ALAN
... I don’t understand.
HEADMASTER
His mother sent word this morning.
The family was on holiday, you see.
YOUNG ALAN
I don’t understand.
HEADMASTER
He had bovine tuberculosis, as I’m
sure he told you. This mustn’t be a
shock, but all the same, I’m sorry.
YOUNG ALAN
HEADMASTER
Did he not tell you? He’s been sick
for a long time. Knew this was
coming soon, but he had a stiff
upper lip about it. Good lad.
ON ALAN’S FACE: Christopher never told him.
HEADMASTER (CONT’D)
Are you all right, Turing?
YOUNG ALAN
Yes. Of course. As I said, I didn’t
know him well.
HEADMASTER
Ah. Very well then.
YOUNG ALAN
May I leave, Headmaster?
HEADMASTER
Of course. Oh, but Turing?
YOUNG ALAN
Yes, Sir?
HEADMASTER
Do pay more attention in maths
class, will you?
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