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As Nock and Smith stands outside the INTERROGATION ROOM, Sergeant Staehl points through the window in the door:
Inside is ARNOLD MURRAY, 20s, nervous.
SERGEANT STAEHL
He’s a bloody poofter. He
confessed.
Staehl shows Nock and Smith a SIGNED STATEMENT.
DETECTIVE NOCK
What?
SERGEANT STAEHL
The man admitted it. Arnold Murray.
Bit of a hustler. Hangs around that
pub, men pay him for a go. Turing
is one of the men who paid. Only,
Mr. Murray got the bright idea to
rob Turing’s house after, with a
friend. That’s what Turing was
hiding: He’s a poof, not a spy.
DETECTIVE NOCK
No.
SUPERINTENDANT SMITH
This is good work, Sergeant. Quite
good.
DETECTIVE NOCK
No, it’s not.
SERGEANT STAEHL
What’s the matter? We can charge a
university professor with
indecency.
DETECTIVE NOCK
No. No. This is bloody rubbish.
Turing is up to something
important, not getting his jollies
in some pub.
SUPERINTENDANT SMITH
He committed a crime. He broke the
law. And with a bloke, Christ, it’s
bloody disgusting.
DETECTIVE NOCK
I don’t care if it’s disgusting.
This is not the investigation I was
conducting.
SUPERINTENDANT SMITH
Clearly.
(to Staehl)
Bring him in.
DETECTIVE NOCK
Wait. Let me interrogate him.
SUPERINTENDANT SMITH
now?
DETECTIVE NOCK
Please. I know him. I know he’s
hiding something and I know I can
get him to talk... Give me half an
hour alone and then I swear to you
I will spend the next month running
errands on as many rubbish cases as
you like.
SUPERINTENDANT SMITH
... Fine. Now will someone get a
warrant for the arrest of Alan
Turing?
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