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Joan takes a seat while Alan fusses, embarrassed at the state of the place and trying to clean up for her.
JOAN CLARKE
... You never responded to my
letters.
(silence from Alan)
I would have come. I would have
testified.
ALAN TURING
And what would you have said? That
I wasn’t a homosexual?
JOAN CLARKE
I would have said something. This
is serious. They could send you to
jail —
Alan tries to move a glass of water...
... Which he DROPS, shattering it.
ALAN TURING
Damn it...
JOAN CLARKE
Your hands... You’re twitching.
ALAN TURING
No I’m not.
He is.
JOAN CLARKE
Alan.
ALAN TURING
... It’s the medication.
JOAN CLARKE
The medication?
ALAN TURING
I have to go in for weekly
oestrogen treatments. At the
hospital.
JOAN CLARKE
What are you talking about?
ALAN TURING
The judge gave me a choice. Prison.
Or “hormonal therapy.”
JOAN CLARKE
Oh my god. Oh my god. That’s —
ALAN TURING
— Chemical castration. Yes. To cure
my homosexual predilections. Of
course I chose that. I wouldn’t be
able to work from prison.
Joan is HORRIFIED.
ALAN TURING (CONT’D)
Well how would I even have got
parts in jail? It just makes no
sense.
JOAN CLARKE
to do. I’m going to speak to your
doctors. I’m going to speak to your
lawyer. We’re going to find a way
out of this.
ALAN TURING
No.
JOAN CLARKE
You are not thinking clearly. There
are a million chemicals flowing
through your brain. This treatment—
ALAN TURING
— I’m fine.
JOAN CLARKE
Please let me help you.
ALAN TURING
I don’t need your help.
JOAN CLARKE
You do not have to do this all
alone.
ALAN TURING
Alone? I’m not alone. I never have
been.
He looks lovingly at his machine — at Christopher.
ALAN TURING (CONT’D)
... Christopher has got so smart.
If I stop the treatment, they’ll
take him away from me. You can’t
let them do that. You can’t. Don’t
let them leave me alone.
Joan looks at Alan. And at Christopher. His true love.
Looking at his machine, Alan starts to have a small PANIC ATTACK — he’s getting more emotional, twitching more, getting teary — the hormones are flowing through him.
JOAN CLARKE
(re: Alan’s freak out)
Here, it’s alright. It’s alright.
Sit down.
She sits him in a chair, trying to contain his hyperventilating.
Alan, embarrassed at this uncontrollable display, tries to play it off, but of course he can’t stop it.
With her hand on his shoulder, he notices her WEDDING RING.
ALAN TURING
(trying to seem normal)
... It’s a much nicer ring than the
one I got you.
JOAN CLARKE
His name is Jock. We work together
in Eastcote. He’s gotten me into
coin collecting. Can you believe
it?
Joan looks around the room for a tea cup, a glass of water, anything that isn’t mouldy she can have him sip from.
She sees the newspaper she brought in, grabs it.
JOAN CLARKE (CONT’D)
Do you want to do a crossword? For
old times’ sake. It’ll only take
five minutes. Or in your case, six.
She tries to get him to smile at her joke.
Joan opens the paper to a PUZZLE.
Alan looks down at it.
His fingers twitch. He stares at the puzzle, confused. He doesn’t know how to do it.
Alan moves his hand away from the puzzle.
ALAN TURING
... Perhaps later.
The treatment has wrecked his brain so badly that he can’t do crossword puzzles anymore.
Joan watches and her heart utterly breaks.
ON JOAN: He’s gone forever. And she knows it.
Alan sees her sadness. He’s embarrassed, angry, bitter.
ALAN TURING (CONT’D)
... At least it worked out for one
of us.
ALAN TURING (CONT’D)
You got what you wanted, didn’t
you? Work. A husband. A normal
life.
She looks at him quietly for a moment.
JOAN CLARKE
But no one normal could have done
this.
(gestures to Christopher)
This morning I took a train through
a city that would not 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. 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.
ALAN TURING
Is that what you think?
JOAN CLARKE
... I think that sometimes it is
the very people who no one imagines
anything of who do the things that
no one can imagine.
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