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.)
