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In a quiet TEA SHOP, Alan, Joan, and Stewart Menzies sip their Twinings. Outside the GLASS WINDOWS, NURSES help WOUNDED SOLDIERS out of an AMBULANCE and into a local HOSPITAL.
STEWART MENZIES
... Why are you telling me this?
ALAN TURING
We need your help to keep this from
the Admiralty. Army. RAF. No one
can know we broke Enigma, not even
Denniston.
STEWART MENZIES
Who is in the process of having you
fired.
JOAN CLARKE
You’ll take care of that.
ALAN TURING
While we develop a system for
determining how much intelligence
to act on. Which attacks to stop,
which to let through. Statistical
analysis. The minimum number of
actions it’ll take to win the war,
but the maximum number we’re able
to take before the Germans get
suspicious.
STEWART MENZIES
You’re going to trust this all to
statistics? To maths?
ALAN TURING
Correct.
JOAN CLARKE
And then MI-6 can come up with the
lies we’ll tell everyone else.
ALAN TURING
We’ll require a believable
alternate source for each piece of
information we use.
JOAN CLARKE
A false story that exlains how we
got that information, that has
nothing to do with Enigma. And then
you’ll need to leak those stories
to the Germans.
ALAN TURING
And the rest of our military.
JOAN CLARKE
Can you do that?
STEWART MENZIES
Maintain a conspiracy of lies
through the highest levels of our
government? Yes, that sounds right
up my alley.
ON ALAN AND JOAN: Okay. Let’s do it.
STEWART MENZIES (CONT’D)
(smiling)
Alan, I so rarely have cause to say
this. But you are exactly the man I
always hoped you would be.