You know I want you to be happy. And more than anything, I wanted to be the cause of happiness in you.
We've got a flat. It's a good one. And I've confiscated your mother's key so she can't sneak up on us anymore. I swear that woman's got a sex radar.
Well, let's hang these flowers and get that jacket in some water.
I'm not a comic book villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my masterstroke to you if there were even the slightest possibility you could affect the outcome? I triggered it 35 minutes ago.
The only person with whom I felt any kinship with died three hundred years before the birth of Christ. Alexander of Macedonia, or Alexander the Great, as you know him.
You see, the Comedian was right. Humanity's savage nature will inevitably lead to global annihilation. So in order to save this planet, I had to trick it. With the greatest practical joke in human history.
Okay, all right! Because I'm jealous as hell. Because I'd hate to see you with Gus Gus. I'd hate to see you with any other man. Because not only did I adore kissing you in Venice, but also because I'm so un-bloody-hinged just being near you/
Can you please stop taking your clothes off around me?
I'm on fire! I'm untouchable! I'm Anna! Who are you?
Ben Calder, freelance getaway man. Yeah, need the hand, need the hand.
If you run the wires across the plugboard matrix diagonally, you'll eliminate rotor positions 500 times faster.
This is actually not an entirely terrible idea.
That's Alan for "thank you."
My God, you did it. You just defeated Nazism with a crossword puzzle.
There are five people in the world who know the position of every ship in the Atlantic. They are all in this room.
Oh, good God.
Oh, I don't think even He has the power that we do right now.
No. There's going to be an attack on a British passenger convoy. Right there.
God, you're right. Those U-boats are only twenty, thirty minutes away.
Civilians. Hundreds of them. We can save their lives.
And knock out a whole German fleet in the process.
I'll phone Denniston's office so that he can alert the Admiralty.
No.
Do you think there's enough time to save them?
There should be. If we can get a message to that convoy—
Commander Denniston's office please, it's urgent—
No, no! [grabs and hangs up phone]
What the hell are you doing?
You-you can't call Denniston. You-you can't tell him about the attack.
What are you talking about?
We can have air support over that convoy in ten minutes.
Let the U-boats sink the convoy.
Look, it's been a big day, maybe you're suffering from—
Oh, shut up—
We don't have time—
No!
Oh, Hugh! Hugh! Stop! That's enough!
Stop, Hugh!
John, the attack is in minutes.
Are you all right?
Yes, no, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine. [to Hugh] Do you know why people like violence, Hugh? It's because it feels good. Sometimes we can't do what feels good. We have to do what is logical.
What's logical?
The hardest time to lie is when the other person is expecting to be lied to.
Oh, God.
What?
If someone's waiting for a lie, you can't just, uh, give them one.
Damn it, Alan's right.
What?
What would the Germans think if we destroy their U-boats?
Nothing. They'll be dead.
No. No, you can't be right.
So our convoy suddenly veers off course... a squadron of our air bombers miraculously descends on the coordinates of the U-boats... what will the Germans think?
The Germans will know that we have broken Enigma.
They'll stop all radio communications by midday, and they'll have changed the design of Enigma by the weekend.
Yes.
Two years' work. Everything we've done here will all be for nothing.
There are 500 people in that convoy. Women. Children. We're about to let them die.
Our job isn't to save one passenger convoy, it is to win the war.
Our job was to crack Enigma.
Oh, we've done that. Now for the hard part. Keeping it a secret.
Carlisle.
What?
The convoy you're about to... it's, uh... The HMS Carlisle is one of the ships. We can't act on every piece of intelligence? So fine, we won't. Just this one.
Peter, what's the matter with you?
My brother's... well, he's on the Carlisle. A gunnery ensign.
I'm... I'm so sorry.
Who the hell do you think you are? This is my brother. He's my big brother, alright, and you have a few minutes to call off his murder.
We can't.
He's right.
Alan. Joan. Hugh. John. Please, I... the Germans, they won't get suspicious just because we stopped one attack. No one will know. I'm asking you. As your friend. Please.
I'm so sorry.
You're not God, Alan. You don't get to decide who lives and who dies.
Yes, we do.
Why?
Because no one else can.
So who do you agree with? Alan or myself?
Well, Alan, of course.
I'm very flattered really, but I... I don't think that... [Joan kicks him under the table]
Rubbish.
Well, I work beside a man every day, and I can't help but have developed a bit of a crush on him.
Well, who is this man? So I can kick his arse.
Oh, there's no need to worry, it's been chaste. We've never even met. He's a German.
Now I really want to kill him.
Er... How... How do you mean you work alongside a German?
Well, each of us intercepts messages from a specific German radio tower. So we have a counterpart on the other side, who's tip-tapping out the messages. Everyone types a touch differently, so you get to know the rhythm of your counterpart. It's strangely intimate. I feel as if I know him so well. It's a pity he has a girlfriend, but that's why I disagree with you, Mr. Alexander, because I'm in love with a coworker of sorts and we've never even met.
Well, allow me to buy you another pint and I'll tell you why you're wrong.
Let's.
Excellent.
In case you were wondering, that's what flirting looks like.
HELEN!!
Alan!
Yes, Alan?
Why do you think your German counterpart has a girlfriend?
It's just a stupid joke. Don't worry about it.
No, no, no, no, no, tell me.
Well, each of his messages begins with the same five letters. C-I-L-L-Y. So I suspect that Cilly must be the name of his amore.
But that's impossible. The Germans are instructed to use five random letters at the start of every message.
Well, this bloke doesn't.
Love will make a man do strange things, I suppose.
In this case.... Love just lost Germany the whole bloody war!
[He rushes off, barging into Hugh and causing him to spill the pints he has just bought on Helen. John, Peter and Joan rush off after him and Hugh, realising what has happened, apologises and dashes off after them]



