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Alan stands alone with his machine, tinkering, comparing the assembly to his SCHEMATICS.
Hugh BURSTS in —
HUGH ALEXANDER
— Damn you and damn your useless
machine.
ALAN TURING
(not even looking)
My machine is how we’re going to
win.
HUGH ALEXANDER
This machine?
Hugh grabs a GLASS from the table and SMASHES IT AGAINST ALAN’S MACHINE.
ALAN TURING
(turning around, shocked)
Stop.
HUGH ALEXANDER
This is the bloody machine you’re
talking about?
He grabs a WRENCH —
— Alan moves to protect Christopher, standing between Hugh and the machine —
ALAN TURING
No no don’t —
— When the team enters behind Hugh —
— GRABBING HIM and HOLDING HIM BACK.
Alan stands between the team and his machine as Hugh STEAMS.
HUGH ALEXANDER
... You could help us. You could
make this go faster. But you won’t.
PETER HILTON
Hugh is right, Alan. There are
actual soldiers out there trying to
win an actual war — my brother, my
cousins, all my friends, they are
all making a difference, while we
wile away our days producing
nothing. Because of you.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Because of you...
Hugh PUSHES towards Alan again —
— but John HOLDS HIM BACK.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
(to Hugh, calming)
... What’s the use?
ALAN TURING
My machine will work.
Hugh stares Alan, then at John.
HUGH ALEXANDER
.... I’m going to the pub.
Hugh leaves, and the team FOLLOWS.
ALAN TURING
... It’ll work.
ON ALAN: Alone. Rattled from the violence. Scared.
And yet... Resolved.
He makes a fateful decision and runs off to