Imitation

I’m sorry, sir, You’re not 

Allowed in There — 

“Not Allowed”? Me? 

I’m allowed everywhere!

The Imitation Game Begins : 

Time’s Champion : 

The Prisoner's Dilemma. 


CRANE: 

You can't just •stroll•  in here —


JUDSON: 

Oh, SHUT UP, Crane. 

You're Familiar with 

The Prisoner's Dilemma, then? 


Time’s Champion : 

Based on a false premise, 

Don’t You Think, 

like all zero sum games, 

but a neat algorithm 

nevertheless, 

Doctor Judson. 

Excuse Me, 

Do You Have any 

Official Stationery and 

A Typewriter I could Use? 

[ DRACULA Reference. ]


JUDSON: 

(still absorbing The Compliment.)

….On The Desk. 


Time’s Champion : 

•Thank• You. 


JUDSON: 

You're obviously also An Expert 

in this field, but I'm afraid 

I don't recognise  —


Time’s Champion : 

Ace —


ACE! :

Hi, I'm Ace and 

This is The Professor. 


Time’s Champion :

Doctor.


ACE: 

Sorry, Doctor. Oh, wow! 

Have You Seen This, Professor? 


(The Doctor starts typing

as Ace takes the puzzle from the top of a filing cabinet.) 


JUDSON: 

Put it down, child; 

It's Not a Toy. 


ACE! : 

I know it's not.

It's a flip-flop thingy. 

We used them at school. 


JUDSON : 

You understand it? 


ACE! :

Yeah, it's  A Logic Game, isn't it? 

You drop marbles in The Top, 

and depending on what colour 

each Window is, The Marble 

Follows a Different Path. 

You've got A Logic Diagram 

for it on The Backboard. 


JUDSON: 

But this is extraordinary! 

And You Say, You learnt 

about Logic at school? 




ACE: 

Mmm, 

Miss Birkett Taught Us 

in Computer Studies. 

She was well Good. 

Can I borrow this? 


Time’s Champion : 

TWO PENS, please!


JUDSON: 

Crane! 


(Nurse Crane hands The Doctor 

Two Pens.) 


Time’s Champion : 

Ah, •Thank• You. 


(The Doctor •crosses• His Arms 

and signs Two Names 

at the bottom of his fresh 

War Office Headed Paper, 

which SAYS,

‘Sir, 

This is to Authorise 

The Entry of The Doctor 

and His Assistant Ace 

into The Naval Camp.’

Signed :

Winston Churchill PM 

Stuart Menzies.


Time’s Champion : 

There We Are. Come in —


(There is THEN a knock 

at the door — Sgt. Bates enters.) 


BATES: 

I'm sorry to disturb you sir, 

but These Two are 

unauthorised personnel. 


Time’s Champion :

• perfect Naturalness •

Unauthorised? We are here 

by urgent request of 

The War Office. 

I Think You’ll find 

This is Signed by 

The Prime Minister and 

The Head of The Secret Service. 


(The Doctor hands Captain Bates his fresh forgery.) 


BATES: 

I must apologise, sir. 

[ DOESN’T Know Who He is,

can’t ask WHY He’s THERE —

The Poetry of WAR :

The Imitation Game. ]

We weren't informed 

of  Your Arrival. 


[ That’s a Joke about Casablanca. ]

Time’s Champion : 

(•slight• smirk.)

Need to Know, Captain, 

Need to Know. 

Doctor Judson's Work

at Trying to Break 

The German Codes 

is vitally important 

to The War Effort. 


BATES: (to Ace) 

We Thought •you• were something 

to do with those East End kids. 

Evacuees. 

[ Yeah, Nobody ASKED 

What You Thought, Bates —

OR, What sort of A Woman 

You and The Squaddies 

had DECIDED that she was,

BEFORE Trying to 

TALK to Her… ]


ACE! : 

I'm not from The East End, 

I'm from —


JUDSON: 

Perhaps You'd Like to 

See The Ultima Machine? 

[ You JUST Met Him;

You JUST Met Him, 

TWO Minutes ago, 

You DON’T Know Who He is,

WHY He is Here, 

Who SENT Him,

WHAT, precisely,  He is UP to,

and •NOW•  You’re GIVING him privileged, •direct• access 

to THE Most Closely Kept, 

Guarded and Protected 

Strategic State Secret —

OFF ALL TIME, and WHY?

Because He •recognises• You.

He recognises Your Genius, 

and has the capacity, imagination, 

and technical understanding 

to VALUE You, and •Appreciate• 

The •Scale• of 

Your Achievements (So Far —)

 — NOT to Help with The Work;

He Needs No Assistance;

He Has Nurse Cane —

He Does Not Require 

any Further Assistants.

“Is THIS The Face of Sutekh…?

•gazes up• 

•I• am The Servant of Sutekh;

He •NEEDS• No OTHER —

•DIE•

I, Bring Sutekh’s GIFT 

of DEATH, To ALL Humanity.

•Roll End Credits •


Time’s Champion : 

The Ultima Machine? Yes. 


JUDSON: 

Ah, Bates, Go and Fetch 

Commander Millington, will you? 


BATES: 

Sir. 


Time’s Champion : 

Commander? 

Well, on second thoughts, 

it's been a tiring day. 

Perhaps tomorrow, Doctor Judson. 

If you'll just show us to 

our quarters, we'd be grateful. 

Thank you.

[Maidens Point]

SORIN: 

Now, as soon as it's Dark, 

We check The Base. 

Petrossian, You check the shoreline 

in case anything gets washed up. 


PETROSSIAN: 

Alone?


SORIN: 

It only needs one. 


PETROSSIAN: 

Will You Listen to Me? 

There's EVIL here. 

Can't You Feel it, 

cold against Your Skin. 


SORIN: 

STOP IT! 

More stupid Armenian superstitions…..

…..You're supposed 

to be A Soldier. 


PETROSSIAN: 

So Was He. 


SORIN:

You Follow Orders.


(Gayev is still alive, but shaking. Down on the shoreline, in the gloom, Petrossian finds the oilskin pouch and slits it open with his knife. Inside is a photograph of Doctor Judson and a map.)