(Flashback Alan is knocking)
HEADMASTER(voice-over): Come in.
Alan: You wanted to see me, sir?
HM: Turing. Sit down.
Alan: Something the matter?
HM: You and Christopher Morcom are quite close.
"Oh God" Joan muttered leaving Peter to go to Alan.
Alan: I wouldn't say that.
HM: Well, your mathematics teacher says the two of you are positively inseparable.
Alan: We're the best students in the class.
HM: He caught you passing notes the other day.
Alan: Cryptography, to pass the time. The class is too simple.
HM: You and your friend solve maths problems during maths class because the maths class is too dull?
"Precisely" Alan said trying not to fall to pieces at this memory.
Alan: He's not my friend.
HM:: Well, I'm told he's your only friend.
Alan: Who said that?
HM: Something's come up concerning Morcom.
Alan: Why am I here?
HM: Christopher is dead.
Joan grabbed Alan's arm and gasped "Oh...Alan" she hugged him tightly.
Alan: I don't understand.
HM: His mother sent word this morning. The family were on holiday, you see.
Alan: I don't understand.
HM: Well, he had bovine tuberculosis, as I'm sure he told you. So this won't come as a shock, but...still, all the same, I'm sorry.
Alan: You're mistaken.
HM: Did he not tell you?
Well, he's been sick for a long time. He knew this was coming soon. But he had a stiff upper lip about it. Good lad. Are you all right, Turing?
Alan: Yes. Of course. Like I said, I didn't know him very well.
HM: Ah. I see. Very well.
Alan: May I leave, Headmaster?
(Alan is home staring at Christopher. A newspaper is put on the detectives desk)
Alan was crying silently now into Joan's shoulder.
Detective: Congratulations, sir.
(The newspaper has a picture of Alan and reads 'Cambridge professor sentenced for indecency')
Alan: Sorry.
Joan: I would have come.
I would have testified.
Alan looked up at the sound of his friends voice.
Alan: And what would you have said, that I, uh...I wasn't a homosexual.
Joan: Alan... this is serious.
They could send you to jail.
Alan(dropping a cup): Damn it.
Joan: Your hands. You're twitching.
Alan: No-no, I'm not.
