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BACK TO HUT 8:
The team is still buried in pile after pile of undecrypted messages. Another convoy has been lost because they couldn’t move fast enough, and they’re so far behind they don’t even know it yet.
PETER HILTON
... I’m famished.
Hugh stretches, staring out the window, where he sees a WREN passing by.
HUGH ALEXANDER
(re: the WREN)
Good God, what is it with women in
little hats?
John, Peter, Keith and Charles all look as well — there is in fact something strangely sexy about women in little hats.
John Cairncross gets up and walks into the next room, where he finds Alan, working alone.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
The boys... We were going to get
some lunch?
(Alan ignores him)
Alan?
ALAN TURING
Yes.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
I said we were going to get some
lunch?
(Alan keeps ignoring him)
Alan?
ALAN TURING
Yes.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
Can you hear me?
ALAN TURING
Yes.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
I said we’re off to get some lunch.
(silence)
This is starting to get a bit
repetitive.
ALAN TURING
What is?
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
I had asked if you wanted to have
lunch with us.
ALAN TURING
No you didn’t. You told me you were
getting lunch.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
Have I offended you in some way?
ALAN TURING
Why would you think that?
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
Would you like to come to lunch
with us?
ALAN TURING
When is lunchtime?
HUGH ALEXANDER
(calling out)
Christ, Alan, it’s a bleeding
sandwich.
ALAN TURING
What is?
HUGH ALEXANDER
Lunch.
ALAN TURING
I don’t like sandwiches.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
Nevermind.
HUGH ALEXANDER
John was trying to be nice.
ALAN TURING
How?
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
Let it go.
HUGH ALEXANDER
You know to pull off this irascible
genius routine, one has to actually
be a genius. Yet we’re the ones
making progress here, aren’t we?
ALAN TURING
You have?
HUGH ALEXANDER
We’ve decrypted a number of German
messages by analyzing the frequency
of letter distribution.
ALAN TURING
Oh. Even a broken clock is right
twice a day. That’s not progress at
all, that’s just blind luck. I’m
designing a machine that will allow
us to break every message, every
day, instantly.
We see his work: ELECTRICAL SCHEMATICS. He’s designing a STRANGE NEW MACHINE.
ON THE TEAM: A machine? That’s ridiculous.
PETER HILTON
Who’s hungry? Let’s go.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Bye, Alan.
The guys gather their things and walk out...
ALAN TURING
I’m hungry.
... They turn.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
What?
ALAN TURING
Peter asked if anyone was hungry. I
am.
(they stare at him)
May I have some soup, please?