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Alan and Joan sip from beer bottles in the “beer hut” — Among the military commissaries, it’s so named because, well, it’s the one that serves beer.
They can be a bit more relaxed here than at Joan’s flat.
They’re surrounded by NAPKINS full of MATHEMATICAL EQUATIONS, which they’re studying, debating, etc.
JOAN CLARKE
... So because no letter can be
encoded as itself, you’ve already a
handful of settings that can be
rejected at the outset. If you —
Just then, Hugh, John, and Peter enter the Beer Hut...
... Alan looks up, seeing them.
Joan notices.
JOAN CLARKE (CONT’D)
Is that your team? Let’s say hello.
ALAN TURING
No.
JOAN CLARKE
(to the boys)
Over here!
They see Joan...
ALAN TURING
I told you not to do that.
JOAN CLARKE
Correct.
... Hugh, John and Peter approach.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Alan. Didn’t even know you drank.
ALAN TURING
Hello.
JOAN CLARKE
He doesn’t, really, he just sort of
sips at the foam.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Tell you a secret, Miss...
JOAN CLARKE
... Clarke.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Miss Clarke.
JOAN CLARKE
Please.
HUGH ALEXANDER
The foam’s my favorite part too.
JOAN CLARKE
Well then, I’ll show you a trick.
(to Bartender)
Alex! We’re in need of supplies.
Joan hops behind the bar and the BARTENDER helps her to
Hugh, Alan, John and Peter watch.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Alan, are you... On a date?
ALAN TURING
What? No. Of course not.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Mind if I have a crack?
ALAN TURING
I’m not a Soviet spy.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Do love a proper blonde.
ALAN TURING
Hugh. I swear. I’m not a spy.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Oh for God’s sake, Alan, of course
you’re not a spy.
ALAN TURING
What?
HUGH ALEXANDER
Denniston gave me the Beale Cypher.
And guess what? I broke it. “Ask
and it shall be given you; seek and
ye shall find.” Matthew 7:7. That
was the key. Far too simple for
you. Pity Denniston disagrees.
Returning, Joan POURS PINTS OF GUINNESS FOR THE TEAM.
JOAN CLARKE
Did you ever notice that the
bubbles in a pint of Guinness
travel downwards, as opposed to
upwards in any other beer? Ever
wonder why? It’s because the pint
glass creates drag on the bubbles
along the side; but the center
bubbles are free to sprint upwards.
Then the rising current in the
middle pushes down on the side
bubbles and... And voila: Guinness.
The official beer of
mathematicians.
ON THE PINTS: Joan has etched pi symbols into the foam.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Be still my beating heart. Come
join us for a drink.
ALAN TURING
She’s assisting me with some
calculations.
HUGH ALEXANDER
Fine, Alan can come too.
ALAN TURING
Thank you.
JOAN CLARKE
Hugh was being sarcastic.
HUGH ALEXANDER
He’s a lost cause, I promise.
JOAN CLARKE
We’ll be there in a moment.
Joan smiles at Hugh as he joins John and Peter at a separate table.
ALAN TURING
... He likes you.
JOAN CLARKE
Yes.
ALAN TURING
You got him to like you.
JOAN CLARKE
Yes.
ALAN TURING
Why?
JOAN CLARKE
Because I’m a woman in a man’s job
and I don’t have the luxury of
being an ass.
(beat)
Alan, it doesn’t matter how smart
you are. Enigma is smarter. If you
really want to beat it — if you
really want to solve your puzzle —
you’re going to need all the help
you can get. And they are not going
to help you if they do not like
you.
Alan thinks. The next sentence is incredibly hard for him to say out loud.
ALAN TURING
... How should I get them to like
me?
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