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turning to page one
turning to page one
Alan enters Hut 8 to find his team watching silently as a bunch of MILITARY POLICE RIFLE THROUGH HIS DESK —
— MANHANDLING his papers, his machine parts, making a mess.
ALAN TURING
(re: parts of Christopher)
Hey! Don’t touch that!
The RMP’S TRAIN GUNS ON HIM.
MILITARY POLICEMAN
Don’t move!
ALAN TURING
That’s my desk.
COMMANDER DENNISTON (O.S.)
Thank goodness. Be a pity if we
were searching the wrong one.
Alan turns to find Denniston directing the search.
ALAN TURING
What are you doing?
COMMANDER DENNISTON
There’s a spy at Bletchley Park.
JOHN CAIRNCROSS
The Navy thinks one of us is a
Soviet double-agent, Alan.
ALAN TURING
Why?
COMMANDER DENNISTON
Our boys intercepted this on its
way to Moscow. Look familiar?
Denniston hands Alan a TELEGRAM — it’s a LONG STRING OF LETTERS, running down the entire page.
ALAN TURING
(looking at the telegram)
... This is a Beale Cypher. It’s
encrypted with a key phrase, from a
book or a poem or...
(re: the team)
Which one of them did this?
As Alan stares at the team, they stare back at him.
He glances at the RMP’s rifling through his desk.
Oh fuck.
ALAN TURING (CONT’D)
I’m not a double agent.
COMMANDER DENNISTON
Double agents are such bastards.
Isolated loners. No attachments to
friends or family. Arrogant. Think
they’re smart enough to get away
with anything. Do you know anyone
like that?
ALAN TURING
I know you don’t like me... But you
don’t think I could actually be a
spy, do you?
ON THE TEAM: They won’t look him in the eye.
MILITARY POLICEMAN
(to Denniston)
Nothing out of the ordinary, Sir.
COMMANDER DENNISTON
Well then. Next time, you will make
a mistake. And then, I don’t even
need to bother firing you — I can
simply hang you for treason.
Denniston and his men LEAVE.
HUGH ALEXANDER
(to Jack)
... Aren’t you glad you joined up
just in time?