[Alan, Hugh, Joan and Joan's friend, Helen, are having a conversation about workplace romance]
So who do you agree with? Alan or myself?
Well, Alan, of course.
[stammering]
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.
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.
[They get up and head to the bar. As they order, Alan sits completely silently, in a daze - having come to a realisation]
In case you were wondering, that's what flirting looks like.
Yes, Alan?
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.
[By this point, Joan, Peter Hilton and John Cairncross have begun to catch on]
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]
