Hugh: My God, you did it. You just defeated Nazism with a crossword puzzle.
John: There are five people in the world who know the position of every ship in the Atlantic. They're all in this room
Joan: Oh, good God.
Hugh: Oh, I don't think even He has the power that we do right now.
JOAN: No. There's going to be an attack on a British passenger convoy. Right there.
John: God, you're right. All those U-boats are only 20, 30 minutes away.
JOAN: Civilians. Hundreds of them. We can save their lives.
Alan was muttering 'no no no' head in his hands 'not after all this work'.
Hugh: I'll phone Denniston's office so that he can alert the Admiralty.
Joan: Do you think
there's enough time to save them?
Hugh: There should be, if we can get...Commander Denniston's office, please. It's urgent.
Alan(taking the phone away): No.
Hugh: What the hell are you doing?
Alan: You-you can't call Denniston. You-you can't tell him about the attack.
Hugh: What are you talking about?
John: We can have
air support over that convoy in ten minutes.
Alan: Let the U-boats...sink the convoy.
"Are you mad?!" Hugh scoffed.
John: Look, it's been a big day-- maybe you're...
Hugh: We don't have time...
Alan: No!
(Alan throws the phone to the floor breaking it into pieces, Hugh punches Alan in the nose sending him to the floor)
"Hugh you absolute bastard" Joan looked worried for Alan on screen.
JOAN: Oh! Hugh! Hugh! That's enough! That's enough!
John: Stop, Hugh!
Peter: John, the attack is in minutes.
Alan: Yes, no, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine. You know why people like violence, Hugh? It's because it feels good.
Hugh was furious but also shivered internally at being compared to those bullies from Alans childhood.
TURING: Sometimes we can't do what feels good. We have to do what is logical.
John: What's logical?
Alan: Hardest time to lie to somebody is when they're expecting to be lied to.
Joan: Oh, God.
Joan echoed herself as did Hugh.
John: What?
Alan: If someone's waiting for a lie, you can't just, uh, give them one.
Joan: Damn it, Alan's right.
Peter: What?
TURING: What would the Germans think if we destroy
their U-boats?
(Hugh sits down slowly on the edge of the table)
Peter: Nothing. They'll be dead.
John: No. No, you can't be right.
