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Are you paying attention?

Good.

If you're not listening carefully,
you will miss things,

important things.

I will not pause.
I will not repeat myself,

and you will not interrupt me.

You think that because you are
sitting where you are

and I am sitting where I am

that you are in control
of what is about to happen.

You're mistaken.

I am in control.

Because I know things
that you do not know.

Manchester Police Department,
please hold.

Turing Alan.

SECRET INTELLIGENCE SERVICE (MI6)
HEADQUARTERS

Home's been ransacked.
Send a detective down, will you?

What I will need from you now
is a commitment.

You will listen closely,

and you will not judge me
until I am finished.

If you cannot commit to this,
then please leave the room.

Come in.

But if you choose to stay,
remember you chose to be here.

What happens from this moment
forwards is not my responsibility.

It's yours.

Pay attention.

What's all this, then?

Turing, Alan.
Professor at King's.

Seems there's been a burglary.

- Oh? What of?
- Well, that's just it.

Nothing missing, really.

What's he doing in Manchester?

Something with machines.

The project at the NPL.

I checked, but he won't
say what it's on.

Professor Turing?

Detective Nock,
Manchester Police.

Sergeant Staehl here tells me
you had a burglary last night.

Professor Turing?

Take a step back,
and don't breath heavily.

- Breathe?
- Undiluted cyanide.

It wouldn't take more than
a thimbleful to kill you.

- Ah. Disappointing.
- Pardon?

I had hoped for a bit more.

Sergeant Staehl, is it just me,
or do you get the sense

that we're being insulted?

Last night, you had a break-in.

Your neighbor, Mr. Springborn,
called to report the noise.

He said there was quite a ruckus.

Only you say nothing was taken.
It's odd.

So how about you tell us
what happened,

and we'll find
the chap who did this.

Gentlemen,

I don't believe that you could find
the chap that did this

if, uh, he walked up to you
and spat in your face.

Uh, what I could us right now
is not a bobby,

but a really good cleaning lady.

So unless one of you has an apron
in your car,

I suggest you file your reports
and leave me alone.

As you say, Professor Turing.

Best of luck with your cyanide.

I'll give you a quid if you can
name me a more insufferable sod.

Seemed a bit forced, though,
didn't it?

Don't know what you mean.

If you didn't want a pair of bobbies
digging around in your affairs,

that'd have been a stellar way
to make sure they don't.

Tell me you don't think
this is suspicious.

I don't think
this is suspicious.

A mysterious professor
who won't admit

he's had something stolen
from his house?

I think Alan Turing's
hiding something.

War declared!
800.000 children evacuated!

German bombs on their way!

Get your papers here.
Fresh off the press.

1939 LONDON

This morning,
the British Ambassador in Berlin

handed the German government
a final note

stating that unless we
heard from them, by 11:00,

a state of war
would exist between us.

I have to tell you now

that no such undertaking
has been received.

And that, consequently, this country
is at war with Germany.

For the second time
in the lives of most of us,

we are... at war.

...to find
a peaceful way out...

Papers, please.

What are you doing here?

Oh, uh, the lady told me to wait.

In my office?

She tell you to help yourself
to tea while you were here?

Uh, no, she didn't.

She obviously didn't tell you what
a joke was, then, either, I gather.

Was she supposed to?

- Who are you?
- Alan Turing.

Ah, Turing.

- The mathematician.
- Correct.

However could I have guessed?

Well, you didn't. You just read it
on that piece of paper.

King's College, Cambridge.

Now, it says here you were
a bit of a prodigy

in the maths department.

I'm not sure I can
evaluate that, Mr...

- How old are you, Mr. Turing?
- Uh, 27.

And how old were you when you
became a Fellow at Cambridge?

24.

And how old were you
when you published

this paper that has a title
I can barely understand?

Uh, 23.

And you don't think that qualifies
you as a certified prodigy?

Well, Newton discovered
binomial theorem aged 22.

Einstein wrote four papers that
changed the world by the age of 26.

As far as I can tell,
I've... I've barely made par.

- My God, you're serious.
- Would you prefer I made a joke?

Oh, I don't think you know
what those are.

Hardly seems fair that that's a
requirement for employment here Mr...

Commander Denniston, Royal Navy.
All right, Mr. Turing, I'll bite.

Why do you wish to work
for His Majesty's government?

Oh, I don't, really.

Are you a bleeding pacifist?

I'm... agnostic about violence.

Well, you do realize
that 600 miles away from London

there's this nasty little chap
called Hitler

who wants to engulf Europe
in tyranny?

Politics isn't really
my area of expertise.

Really?

Well, I believe
you've just set the record

for the shortest job interview
in British military history.

Mother says I can be off-putting
sometimes on account

of being one of the best
mathematicians in the world.

- In the world?
- Oh, yes.

Do you know how many people
I've rejected for this program?

No.

Well, that's right,
because we're a top-secret program.

But I'll tell you,

just because we're friends,
that only last week,

I rejected one of our
great nation's top linguists.

Knows German better
than Bertolt Brecht.

- I don't speak German.
- What?

I don't...
speak German.

Well, how the hell were you supposed
to decrypt German communications

if you don't...
I don't know, speak German?

Well, I'm really quite excellent
at crossword puzzles.

Margaret!

The German codes are a puzzle.
A game, just like any other game.

I'm really very good at games.
Uh, puzzles.

And this is the most difficult
puzzle in the world.

Margaret!

For the love of God.
This is a joke, obviously.

I'm afraid I don't know
what those are, Commander Denniston.

Have a pleasant trip
back to Cambridge, Professor.

Enigma.

You called for me?

That's what you're doing here.
The top-secret program at Bletchley.

You're trying to break
the German Enigma machine.

What makes you think that?

It's the greatest
encryption device in history,

and the Germans use it
for all major communications.

If the Allies broke Enigma,
well,

this would turn
into a very short war, indeed.

Of course that's what
you're working on.

But you also haven't got
anywhere with it.

If you had, you wouldn't be hiring
cryptographers out of university.

Y-You need me a lot
more than I need you.

I-1 like solving problems,
Commander.

And Enigma is the most
difficult problem in the world.

No, Enigma isn't difficult,
it's impossible.

The Americans, the Russians,
the French, the Germans,

everyone thinks Enigma
is unbreakable.

Good.

Let me try, and we'll know for sure,
won't we?

Welcome to Enigma.

The details of every surprise attack,

every secret convoy

and every U-boat in the bloody
Atlantic go into that thing.

And out comes gibberish.

It's beautiful.

It's the crooked
hand of death itself.

Our Wrens intercept thousands
of radio messages a day,

and to the lovely young ladies
of the Women's Royal Navy,

they're nonsense.

It's only when you feed them back
into Enigma that they make any sense.

But we have an Enigma machine.

Yes, Polish Intelligence
smuggled it out of Berlin.

So what's the problem?

Just put the intercepted messages
back into the Enigma and you'll...

Look, it's not that simple, is it?

Just having an Enigma machine doesn't
help you to decode the messages.

Very good, Mr. Turing.

To decode a message, you need
to know the machine's settings.

Now, the Germans switch settings
every day promptly at midnight.

We usually intercept
our first message around 6:00 a.m.,

which gives you exactly
18 hours every day to crack

the code before it changes,
and you start again.

Five rotors.
Ten plugboard cables. That's...

- One million...
- A thousand million...

No, I've got it.

- It's million, million.
- It's in the millions, obviously.

It's over 150 million million
million possible settings.

Very good.

One hundred and fifty-nine.
If you want to be exact about it.

1-5-9 with 18 zeroes behind it.

Possibilities.

Every single day.

Gentlemen, meet Hugh Alexander.

I personally selected him
to run this unit.

Didn't you...

Mr. Alexander won Britain's
national chess championship.

Twice.

You're not the only one who's
good at games around here, Turing.

Are we to work together, then?
I prefer to have my own office.

You're a team,
and you will work as one.

I don't have time
to explain myself as I go along,

and I'm afraid these men
would only slow me down.

If you can't play together, then I'm
afraid we can't let you play at all.

This is Stewart Menzies, MI6.

There are only five divisions
of military intelligence.

There is no MI6.

Exactly.
That's the spirit.

Mr. Turing, do you know how many
British servicemen

have died because of Enigma?

- Uh, no, I don't.
- Three...

while we've been having
this conversation.

Oh, look, there's another.

I rather hope he didn't have
a family.

This war Commander Denniston's
been going on about,

we're not winning it.

Break the code,
at least we have a chance.

Shall we leave the children alone
with their new toy?

All right, gentlemen...

let's play.

The game was quite a simple one.

Every single German message,
every surprise attack,

every bombing run,
every imminent U-boat assault...

They were all floating
through the air.

Radio signals that...

well, any schoolboy
with an AM kit could intercept.

The trick was
that they were encrypted.

There were 159 million million
million possible Enigma settings.

All we had to do
was try each one.

But if we had ten men checking
one setting a minute

for 24 hours every day
and seven days every week,

how many days do you think
it would take

to check
each of the settings?

Well, it's not days, it's years.

It's 20 million years.

To stop a coming attack,

we would have to check 20 million
million years' worth of settings.

In twenty minutes.

I'm famished.
Lunch?

Good Lord. What is it
about women with little hats?

The boys... we're going
to get some lunch.

- Alan?
- Yes?

I said we're going
to get some lunch.

- Alan?
- Yes?

- Can you hear me?
- Yes.

I said we're
off to get some lu...

This is starting to get
a little bit repetitive.

What is?

I had asked if you wanted to come
to lunch with us.

No, you didn't. You said you
were going to get some lunch.

- Have I offended you in some way?
- Why would you think that?

Would you like to come to lunch
with us?

- What time's lunchtime? -Christ,
Alan, it's a bleeding sandwich.

- What is?
- Lunch.

- Oh, I don't like sandwiches.
- Never mind.

You know, to pull off
this irascible genius routine,

one actually has to be
a genius, Alan.

And yet we're the ones
making progress here, aren't we?

Oh, you are?

Yes, we are.

We have decrypted a number
of German messages

by analyzing the frequency
of letter distribution.

Oh, even a broken clock
is right twice a day.

That's not progress,
that's just blind luck.

I'm designing a machine that will
allow us to break every message

every day instantly.

Who's hungry?

- Let's go.
- I'm hungry.

What?

Peter asked who was hungry.
Can I have some soup, please?

What do you mean, "classified"?

No, I'm aware of the literal
meaning of the word classified.

What I'm asking is why would
a maths professor

have his military records
classified?

Yeah, well, I will come down.

Pardon me, I'd like to see
some documents, if I may.

Service records
of a Mr. Turing. Alan.

Foreign Office sent me.

This is unacceptable.

If you wish to discuss
the complaint,

I suggest you make
a proper appointment.

Alexan... Complaint?

No, no, Hugh Alexander
has denied my requisition for parts

and equipment that I need
to build the machine I've designed.

Your fellow code-breakers
are refusing to work with you,

and they filed
a formal complaint.

It's is inspired
by an old Polish code machine.

Only this one
is infinitely more advanced.

If you don't respond
to the complaint,

I shall have to take it up
with the Home Office.

Put those files by my desk.

Fine, my response
is they're all idiots.

Fire them and use the savings
to fund my machine.

I only need about 100,000 pounds.

100,000 pounds?

Why are you building a machine?

It's highly technical.
You wouldn't understand.

I suggest you make
the effort to try.

Enigma is... an extremely
well-designed machine.

Our problem is that we're only
using men to try to beat it.

No, what if only a machine
can defeat another machine?

Well, that's not very technical.

Hugh Alexander is in charge
of your unit,

- he said no, and that is that.
- I simply don't have time for this.

Have you ever won a war, Turing?

I have.
Do you know how it's done?

Order, discipline,
chain of command.

You're not at university
any longer.

You are a very small cog
in a very large system.

And you will do as your
commanding officer instructs.

Yes.

Who is your commanding officer?

Winston Churchill, Number 10
Downing Street, London, SW1.

You have a problem with my decision,
you can take it up with him.

Mr. Menzies!
Mr. Menzies!

A-Are you going to London?

Possibly.

Would you deliver
a letter for me?

Look, I'm sorry,
but are you joking?

Churchill's put Alan in charge?

This is a terrible idea.

No, no, no, no, no.

So I can give these
men orders now?

I hate to say it, but yes.

Excellent. Keith and Charles,
you're both fired.

- Excuse me?
- What?

You're mediocre linguists,
and positively poor code-breakers.

Alan, you can't just
fire Keith and Charles.

Well, he just said I could.

No, I did no such thing.
But Churchill did.

Go to hell.

Well, this is inhuman.

Even for you.

Popular at school, were you?

The problem began, of course,
with the carrots.

Carrots are orange.

And peas are green.

They mustn't touch.
I got it.

Do you know why people
like violence?

It is because it feels...
good.

Humans find violence
deeply satisfying.

But remove the-the satisfaction,

and the act becomes...

hollow.

Turing?

Come on.
Don't be such a kike about it.

Leave him to bloody rot.

I didn't learn this on my own,
of course.

I had help.
Christopher helped.

Alan, are you all right?

It's not my fault.

The carrots got
in with the peas and...

I'm sorry.
I won't let them do it again.

They're getting worse.

They only beat me up because
I'm smarter than they are.

No, they beat you up
because you're different.

Mother says
I'm just an odd duck.

And she's right.

But you know, Alan,
sometimes it's the very people

who no one imagines anything of

who do the things
no one can imagine.

So, what do we do now?

- We're short on staff.
- Well, we get more staff then.

And how do you propose
to do that?

- Alan Turing to see Stewart Menzies.
- Very good, sir.

So who are they?

Oh, all sorts, really.
Teacher, an engineer,

a handful of students.

And you think they're
qualified for Bletchley

'cause they're good
at crossword puzzles?

Well, they say they're good, and now
we shall find out, won't we?

In order to aid your efforts,
there is, to the right of you,

a green scratch card book.
You are to make notes in that.

Gentlemen, you have six minutes
in which to complete the puzzle,

at which point, I will...

Pardon, ma'am,
this room's restricted.

Oh, apologies for my tardiness.
The bus caught a flat tire.

May I continue, please?
Thank you.

- You're not allowed in here, ma'am.
- I'm only a few minutes late.

The secretaries are to head upstairs.
This room's for the candidates.

May I get on with this now, please?

- I am a candidate.
- For what position?

The letter didn't say precisely.

Yeah, so secretaries
are to head upstairs.

It did say
that it was top secret.

What is going on?

I solved a crossword puzzle
in the newspaper,

and I got this letter saying

that I was a candidate
for some sort of mysterious job.

My name's Joan Clarke.

Miss, did you really solve
this puzzle yourself?

What makes you think I couldn't
solve the puzzle myself?

- I'm really very good at...
- Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to...

Miss Clarke, I find tardiness
under any circumstance, unacceptable.

Take a seat
so that we may continue.

Thank you.

Now, as I was saying,
you have six minutes

to complete the task
in front of you.

Uh, gentlemen and lady,
begin.

Six minutes.

- Is that even possible?
- No, it takes me eight.

This isn't about crossword puzzles.

It's about how one, approaches
solving an impossible problem.

Do you tackle the whole thing
at once or divide it into small...

- You've finished?
- Yes.

- Five minutes and 34 seconds.
- You said to do it in under six.

Congratulations. My warmest welcome
to His Majesty's service.

If you speak a word
of what I'm about to show you,

you will be executed
for high treason.

You will lie to your friends,
your family and everyone you meet

about what it is you really do.

And what is it
that we're really doing?

We're going to break an unbreakable
Nazi code and win the war.

Oh.

What's that you're reading?

- It's about cryptography.
- Like secret messages?

Not secret.
That's the brilliant part.

Messages that anyone can see,
but no one knows what they mean

unless you have the key.

- How's that different from talking?
- Talking?

When people talk to each other,
they never say what they mean.

They say something else,

and you're expected
to just know what they mean.

Only I never do.
So, how's that different?

Alan, I have a funny feeling
you're going to be very good at this.

Good night, Alan.

Good night.

Hold on, Marion, I'm coming!

Back to those ones...

Uh, careful, will you?

- Um, it's not a toy.
- Funny. Looks like a toy.

Bloody great hundred
thousand pound one.

Your new minion's arrived.

- Jack Good. We met...
- Well, where's Miss Clarke?

Lovely, isn't he?

It's not just a usual
humdrum production mill factory.

I mean, well, as I was saying,
it's a very important, radio factory.

It's not, actually. Uh, well,
um, on the spectrum of...

radio factories,
this one is particularly...

Why are you not at Bletchley?

Thank you... so much
for your visit, Mr. Turing.

- Was your trip pleasant?
- Gather your things and let's go.

I'm sorry, but I'm unable
to accept your offer.

We feel that such a position
would hardly be appropriate.

You earned a double first
in mathematics.

But sadly wasn't granted
the opportunity to become a Fellow.

You belong at Bletchley.

I'm sorry,
but for someone in my position

to live... to work in a radio factory

so far from home, with all your men,

it would be... indecorous.

What in the world
does that even mean?

We have a group of young ladies

who tend to all of our
clerical tasks:

assistants, translators.
They live, together in town.

Wo-Would that be a more,
uh, suitable environment?

So I would be working
amongst these women?

Yes.

Wonderful ladies.

Uh, they even organize social events
at St. Martin's Church down the road.

Uh, really, the whole thing
is quite, uh... decorous.

Now, you won't have proper
security clearance, of course,

so, we'll have
to improvise things a bit.

Why are you helping me?

Because there is only
one thing that matters

in this entire world
right now... Do you understand?

- And that is breaking Enigma.
- But, Mr. Turing...

Why are you helping me?

Sometimes it's the very people
who no one imagines anything of

who do the things that no one
can imagine.

- Sir.
- What's this?

Alan Turing's classified
military file.

- It's bloody empty.
- Exactly.

- It's an empty manila envelope.
- Yeah.

Well, you've cracked the case
wide open, then, haven't you?

Alan Turing's war records aren't just
classified, they're non-existent.

That means someone's got rid of them.
Erased them. Burned them.

And that same person broke into
his house and stole nothing?

Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean.

- What, the spies from the papers?
- The Soviet spies.

But first they were professors,
weren't they?

Radicalized at Cambridge,
then they joined the Communist Party,

then Foreign Office,

then leaked information
to Stalin during the war...

now, can you think of anyone else
we know who was at Cambridge,

then took up something murky and
top secret when war broke out?

You think this Alan Turing
might be a Soviet agent?

I think...

something very serious is happening
right here under our noses.

Wouldn't you like
to find out what it is?

Welcome, ladies.
If you'd like to follow me.

Some people thought we were at war
with the Germans...

Incorrect.
We were at war with the clock.

Britain was literally
starving to death.

The Americans sent over one hundred
thousand tons of food every week

and every week the Germans would send
our desperately needed bread

to the bottom of the ocean.

Our daily failure was announced
at the chimes of midnight.

And the sound would haunt
our unwelcome dreams.

Tick...
tock...

tick.

Damn it!

What just happened?

Midnight... all the work
we've done today is useless.

Oh, but don't worry,

we've a few hours before tomorrow's
messages start flooding in...

and we start all over again.

From scratch.
I'm so sick of this.

Four hours rewiring
his plugboard matrix.

Three hours yesterday
on his rotor positions!

- Don't go over there.
- Look, John, no.

If this job wasn't already impossible
before, it bloody well is now.

Hugh, don't.

Damn you
and your useless machine.

My machine is how we are going
to win.

Really?

This machine? Hmm?

Are you talking about
this bloody machine?

- Hugh! Hugh, don't!
- Stop!

You arrogant bastard.
You could help us.

You could make this go faster,
but you won't.

Get off.

He's right, Alan.

There are...
actual soldiers out there

trying to win an actual war.

My brother protects food convoys
in the Navy.

My cousins fly RAF patrols.

All my friends,
they're all making a difference,

while we just... while away our days
producing nothing.

Because of you.

My machine... will work.

Come on, Peter.

Okay.

Uh, will you...

Could you make a bit more noise?

I'm not quite sure my landlady
woke up.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, look. I think that's the best I
can do. No male visitors after dark.

So... what did you bring me?

There you go.

Here.

Some men try flowers, you know.

These are actual
decrypted Enigma messages

direct from Nazi
High Command.

0600 hours.

Weather today is clear.
Rain in the evening. Heil Hitler.

Clearly, that vital
piece of information

is going to win us the war.

It's the relationship between
the encrypted

and decrypted messages
that interests me.

Can we find a clue here
that we can build into Christopher?

- Who's Christopher?
- Oh, he's my machine.

You named him?

Is that a bad name?

No.

No, never mind.

Are you trying to build
your universal machine?

- I read your paper at university.
- Is it already being taught?

No. No. No, I was precocious.

So... you theorized a machine
that could solve any problem.

It didn't just do one thing,
it did everything.

It wasn't just programmable,
it was reprogrammable.

Is that your idea
behind Christopher?

Well, human brains can compute
large sums very quickly...

even Hugh can do that...
but I want Christopher to be smarter.

To make a calculation and then,
uh... to determine what to do next.

Like a person does.

Think of it.
Electrical brain.

A digital computer.

Digital computer.

What's going on?

What's happening?

- No. No, no. Don't touch that!
- Stay back.

That's my desk.

Thank goodness. I'd hate to think
we were searching the wrong one.

What are you doing? What's going on?

There is a spy
in Bletchley Park.

The Navy thinks that one of
us is a Soviet double agent, Alan.

Uh... why?

Our boys intercepted this
on its way to Moscow. Look familiar?

It's a Beale cipher.

Encrypted with a phrase
from a book or a poem or...

You don't seriously think
I did this, do you?

Double agents are such bastards.

Isolated loners. No attachments
to friends or family. Arrogant.

Know anybody like that?

I know you don't like me, but
that does not make me a Soviet spy.

Nothing out of the ordinary, sir.

Really.
Mm, all right.

The Home Office may be protecting
you now,

but sooner or later
you will make a mistake.

And I needn't bother firing you.
They will hang you for treason.

Hello.

I heard about what happened. It's all
the girls in Hut 3 can talk about.

I have an idea
of what might cheer you up.

So because no letter
can be encoded as itself,

there's already a handful of settings
that can be rejected at the outset.

- Is that your team?
- Y-Yes.

- Shall we say hello?
- No.

Hello.

I-I told you not to do that.

Alan.

- Uh, Hugh, hello.
- Didn't know you drank.

He doesn't, really.
He just sort of sips at the foam.

Well, I'll let you into
a little secret, Miss...?

- Clarke.
- Miss Clarke.

Please.

- Foam's my favorite part, too.
- Is it really?

- Come and join us for a drink?
- We'll be there in a moment.

Miss Clarke.

- Well, he likes you.
- Yes.

You...
got him to like you.

- Yes.
- Why?

Because I'm a woman in a man's job,

and I don't have the luxury
of being an ass.

Alan... it doesn't matter
how smart you are,

Enigma is always smarter.

If you really
want to solve your puzzle,

then you're going to need
all the help you can get,

and they are not going
to help you if they do not like you.

- What are those?
- Apples.

- No.
- Oh, they really are.

Um, I... well, Miss Clarke,
Joan actually, um...

said that it would be... nice if
I was to, bring you all something.

So here we are. I...

- Thank you.
- I like apples.

My best to Miss Clarke.

Uh, there are two people in a wood,
and, they run into a bear.

The first person
gets down on his knees to pray.

The second person
starts lacing up his boots.

The first person
asks the second person,

"My dear friend,
what are you doing?

You-you
can't outrun a bear."

To which
the second person responds,

"lI don't have to.
I only have to outrun you."

I'll be w-with Christopher,
if anyone needs me.

If we assume that the square root
of two is a rational number,

then we can say that the square
root of two

is A over B...

where A and B are whole numbers

and B is not zero.

Mr. Turing,
passing notes, are we?

No, sir.

Only Turing would pass notes
written in gibberish.

All right, gentlemen, do not forget
your algebra over the break.

Have a pleasant holiday,

and we'll resume your irrationals
when you return.

But Euler's Theorem
gives you that immediately.

Here. Look at this.

If you run the wires across
the plugboard matrix diagonally,

it will eliminate
rotor positions 500 times faster.

That's, uh... actually not
an entirely terrible idea.

I think that was Alan
for "thank you".

- That's my sandwich.
- You don't like sandwiches.

You nervous?

What happens now?

It should work out the
day's Enigma settings.

How long?

The German Army
has fanned out across Europe,

from Poland to Serbia,
Lithuania to Denmark,

Norway to France.

The Nazi flag now flies from more
than two dozen national capitals.

Their campaign mounts in fury
as a free Europe crumbles.

Oh, it's still going.

- Good morning, sir.
- Morning, Margaret.

Gears keep spinning on and on.
Rotors on and on.

It's endless.

With no result in sight?

No.

Turing.

- Turing, open the bloody door.
- Uh, no.

- No. - Open the
door or we'll break it down.

I can't let you in!
I cannot let you interfere.

Go on, then.

Turn that thing off.

No. Don't, please. Please.

No. No!

Well, then, it seems that your great
big expensive machine doesn't work.

- It does.
- Wonderful.

So you've broken Enigma, then?

It was just...

still working.

This is my associate
from the Home Office.

You see, a hundred thousand pounds
is rather a lot of money,

and he's here to see
what you have to show for it.

You... will never
understand

the importance of what
I am creating here!

Have you decrypted
any German messages?

A single one?

Can you point to anything
at all that you've achieved?

Your funding is up,
and our patience is expired.

It's with such great pleasure
that I am finally able to say this.

Alan Turing, you're fired.

Please escort Mr. Turing
from the premises.

No.

I beg your pardon?

If you fire Alan...

well, then you'll have to fire me,
too.

What on earth are you saying?

Trust me when I tell you there
is no one who would rather say

this less than I do, but...
he's right.

Alan is right.
His machine can work,

and it's probably the best chance
that we've got.

God, it's beyond belief.

If you fire them...
you'll have to fire me, too.

And me.

We're the best
cryptographic minds in Britain.

Are you going to fire us all?

Commander, at least
give us some more time.

Six months, and if the
machine doesn't produce

any results that we need,

then we'll go back to doing
things the old way... how about that?

One month. And then,
so help me God, you're all gone.

Oh, leave him.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, and, Alan, your machine...

it better bloody work.

I swear...

I'm not a spy.

Oh, for God's sake,
of course you're not a bloody spy.

What?

Denniston gave me
the Beale cipher, and guess what?

I cracked it.

"Ask, and it shall be given
to you, seek and ye shall find."

Matthew 7:7.
That was the key.

Far too simple for the likes of you.

Pity Denniston disagrees.

Come in.

Sir, I think I've got Turing.

I tailed him to a pub last night,
where he met a bloke.

They exchanged an envelope.

So I follow this other fella,
pick him up, give him a good shake.

He's a poofter.
He confessed.

- What?
- The man admitted it. Arnold Murray.

Hangs around that pub,
men pay him for a go.

Turing's one
of the men that paid.

Only Mr. Murray here then
has the bright idea

of robbing Turing's house
after, with a friend.

That's what Turing's hiding.

Well, he's a poof, not a spy.

No.

What's the matter? We can charge a
university professor with indecency.

No, it's bloody rubbish.
Turing's up to something important...

He's committed a crime
and he's broken the law.

And with a bloke.
Jesus Christ, it's bloody disgusting.

This isn't the investigation
I was conducting.

- Bring him in.
- Wait.

Let me interrogate him.
Please.

Give me half an hour alone,
and then I swear,

I'll spend the next month
running errands on

as many rubbish cases as you like.

Fine. Now, will someone get me
a warrant

for the arrest of Alan Turing.

Alan?

Christopher's simply
not moving fast enough.

We should talk.

And even with the diagonal board,

he's still not eliminating
settings as quickly as we need...

- I'm leaving.
- But you've just walked in.

No.
No. Bletchley.

- What?
- It's my parents.

I'm 25, I'm unmarried, I'm living
alone, and they want me home.

- That's ridiculous.
- That's my parents.

You... you can't leave...
I won't let you.

"I'll miss you."

That's what a normal person
might say in this situation.

I don't care what is normal.

What am I supposed to do, Alan?

I will not...
give up my parents.

You have an opportunity here

to make some actual use
of your life.

And end up like you?
No, thanks.

I'm sorry you're lonely.
But Enigma will not save you.

Can you decipher that,
you fragile narcissist?

Or would you like me to go and fetch
your precious Christopher to help?

I'm sorry.

I want you... I want you
to stay because I like you.

I like...
talking to you.

I like talking to you, too, Alan.

And what if you weren't alone?

What if you had a husband?

Do you have one in mind?

I do.

Hugh?

Hugh's terribly attractive,
I'll give you that, but...

I don't really think
he's the marrying kind.

No, I wasn't thinking of Hugh.

Or Peter.
Peter's so quiet.

Oh, my God.

- But this makes sense.
- Did you just propose to me?

Well, it is the logical thing to do.

- This is ridiculous.
- This is your parents.

I can't... believe
that this is happening.

Joan...

- Is your middle name Caroline
or Catherine? - Elizabeth.

Joan Elizabeth...

Clarke, um...

...will you marry me?

It's beautiful.

Well, I know
it isn't ordinary, but...

whoever loved ordinary?

She had it in both hands...

and she looked up at me
with her doe eyes and said,

"Am I supposed
to put that in my mouth?"

And I said, "Yes.
You know, the French way."

So she pops itin,
clamps her lips around it,

and starts humming
the bloody Marseillaise.

Come have a dance.

No, you can dance with your fiancé
anytime you like.

Right now, this moment...

My turn.

What's the matter?

What if...

What if I don't fancy being...
with Joan i-in that way?

Because you're a homosexual?

I suspected.

Well, should I tell her
that I've had... affairs with men?

You know, in my...
admittedly limited experience,

women... tend to be a bit touchy

about accidentally
marrying homosexuals.

Perhaps not spreading
this information

about might be in your best interest.

I care for her, I truly do.

I just don't know if I can, um...
pretend.

You can't tell anyone, Alan.

It's illegal.

And Denniston is looking for any
excuse he can to put you away.

- I know.
- This has to stay a secret.

Come on, it's your turn.

Okay.

- Cup of tea?
- No, thank you.

Mr. Turing, can I tell you a secret?

- I'm quite good with those.
- I'm here to help you.

Oh, clearly.

Can machines think?

Oh, so you've read some
of my published works?

What makes you say that?

Well, because I'm sitting
in a police station,

accused of entreating
a young man to touch my penis

and you just asked me
if machines can think.

Well, can they?

Could machines ever think
as human beings do?

Most people say not.

You're not most people.

Well, the problem is you're...
asking a stupid question.

I am?

Of course machines...
can't think as people do.

A machine is different...
from a person.

Hence, they think differently.

The interesting question is,
just because something,

thinks differently from you,
does that mean it's not thinking?

Well, we allow for humans to have
such divergences from one another.

You like strawberries,
I hate ice-skating,

you... cry at sad films,
I am allergic to pollen.

What is the point
of different tastes,

different... preferences
if not to say that our brains work

differently,
that we think differently?

And if we can say that about
one another,

then why can't we say
the same thing for brains...

built of copper and wire, steel?

And that's... this big paper
you wrote? What's it called?

The Imitation Game.

Right, that's...
that's what it's about?

- Would you like to play?
- Play?

It's a game.
A test of sorts.

For determining whether something
is a... a machine or a human being.

- How do I play? - Well, there's
a judge and a subject, and...

the judge asks questions, and,

depending on the subject's answers,
determines who he is talking with...

what he is talking with,
and, um...

All you have to do
is ask me a question.

What did you do during the war?

I worked in a radio factory.

What did you really do
during the war?

Are you paying attention?

Damn it!

We're soon out of time.
Our month.

So that's it, then, is it?

Oh, the trouble is, it doesn't
matter how much we improve it.

The machine's never gonna be
able to process

159 million million million
possibilities in time.

It's just bloody hopeless.

It's searching.
It's just...

It... doesn't know
what it's searching for.

If we knew what the messages
were going to say...

If we knew what the messages
were going to say,

we wouldn't have
to decrypt them at all.

Who's Alan's friend?

Hugh.

He's a bit of a cad, actually.

So my type, then?

- Well, I'll introduce you.
- No. He'll come over.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

I smiled at him fifteen minutes ago
and haven't looked back since.

Who's that with Joan?

- Uh, Helen. Works with her.
- She's really pretty.

She wants me to come over.

What?
How on earth can you know that?

She smiled at me a while back
and she hasn't looked again since.

And got him.

Now, why is this, that when I was
single I found it very boring,

but now that I'm engaged,
I just find it dreadfully fun.

Bingo. She's in.

- Alan, introduce us.
- What? Why me?

Because there's nothing like a
friend's engagement to make a woman

want to do something
she'll later regret

with the fiancé's better
looking chum. Let's go.

Half a crown says Alan
bollixes this up entirely.

No bet.

- Alan Turing has a theory.
- He has many.

He believes that the regulations

against men and women working
side by side are sound

because such proximity
will necessarily lead to romance.

- What? No, I don't...
- However, I disagree.

- You do?
- Yeah.

I think that if I were working
beside a woman all day long,

I could appreciate her
abilities and intellect

without taking her to bed.

I'm sorry, have we met?

I don't recall.
But let's assume we haven't.

Helen Stewart.
Hugh Alexander.

So who do you agree with,
Alan or myself?

Well, Alan, of course.

I'm very flattered, really,
but I don't think...

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.

Well, 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.

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.

Allow me to buy you another pint,
and I'll tell you why you're wrong.

Let's.

Excellent.

Thanks.

Um, pints.
Have you got any sloe gin?

In case you were wondering,
that's what flirting looks like.

Helen...

- Really, no cigarettes?
- Alan...

Yes, Alan?

Why do you think your German
counterpart has a girlfriend?

It's just a stupid joke; don't worry.

No, no, no, no. Tell me.

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.

Go, Peter.

Sorry.

Alan!

Alan!

Alan!

- John Cairncross.
- Peter bloody Hilton.

Alan?

What-wha...

what if...

Christopher doesn't have to search
through all of the settings?

What if he only has to search through
ones that produce words

we already know will be
in the message?

Repeated words, predictable words.

Exactly.

Look, look, like this one.

"0600 hours. Weather today is clear.
Rain in the evening. Heil Hitler."

Well, that's it.

Exactly. They send a weather report
every day at 6:00 a.m.

So that's-that's three words we know
will be in every 6:00 a.m. message

"weather," obviously, and...

- Heil bloody Hitler.
- Heil bloody Hitler.

Here's the 6:00
message from this morning.

Hugh, the right-hand letter wheel,
set them to...

I know, I know.
"Weather" and "Hitler."

Peter, John, run voltages
through those letters,

through the back scramblers.

- So we'll use the loops?
- Yes. Joan...

what was the last 6:00 a.m. message?

- L...
- L...

- H...
- H...

- W...
- W...

- A..
- A..

- Q.
- Q.

Done.

Come on.
Come on, Christopher.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Did it work?

- Alan?
- Alan!

Alan!

I need a new message.
The latest intercept.

Thank you.

oO...

T...

- Ready?
- Yes.

- Y...
- Y...

- S..
- S...

- A..
- A..

- C...
- C...

- T...
- T...

- R...
- R...

- S..
- S...

- 0..
- 0...

- A..
- A..

- Y...
- Y...

- R...
- R...

KMS Jaguar is auf punkt...
is directed to 53 degrees

24 minutes north
and auf punkt one...

degree west.

Heil Hitler.

Turns out that's the only German you
need to know to, uh, break Enigma.

Yes!

- A..
- A..

- Y...
- Y...

- T...
- T...

- R...
- R...

- 0..
- 0...

- T...
- T...

- A..
- A..

- H...
- H...

- Q...
- Q...

uU.

R.

R.

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're 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.

All those U-boats are only
20, 30 minutes away.

Civilians. Hundreds of them.
We can save their lives.

I'll phone Denniston's office
so that he can alert the Admiralty.

Do you think there's enough time
to save them?

There should be, if we can get...

Commander Denniston's office,
please. It's urgent.

No.

What the hell are you doing?

You can't call Denniston.
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...

- We don't have time...
- No!

- Oh! Hugh! Hugh! That's enough!
- Stop, Hugh!

John, the attack is in minutes.

Yes, no, I'm fine,
I'm fine.

I'm fine.

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?

Hardest time to lie to somebody is
when they're expecting to be lied to.

- Oh, God.
- What?

If someone's waiting for a lie,
you can't just, 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 that we've done here
will all be for nothing.

There are 500 civilians
in that convoy.

Women...
children.

We're about to let them die.

Our job is not to save one
passenger convoy,

it is to win the war.

- Our job was to crack Enigma.
- 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 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 stop 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.

Why are you telling me this?

We need your help to keep
this a secret from...

Admiralty, Army, RAF.

Uh, no one can know
we broke Enigma.

Not even Denniston.

Who's in the process
of having you fired.

You can take care of that.

While we develop a system

to help you determine
how much intelligence to act on...

which attacks to stop,
which to let through.

Statistical analysis.

The minimal number of actions it
would take for us to win the war...

but the maximum number we can take
before the Germans get suspicious.

And you're going to trust
all this to statistics?

- To maths?
- Correct.

And then MI6 can come up with the
lies that we tell everybody else.

You'll need a believable
alternative source

for all the pieces
of information you use.

A false story
so that we can explain

how we got our information
that has nothing to do with Enigma.

And then you can leak those
stories to the, uh, the Germans.

And then to our own military.

Maintain a conspiracy of lies
at the highest levels of government.

Sounds right up my alley.

Alan, I so rarely
have cause to say this,

but you are exactly the man
I always hoped you would be.

They code-named it "Ultra".

It became the largest store
of military intelligence in, uh...

the history of the world.

It was like having a tap
on Himmler's intercom.

I-E-O...

Secrecy became the primary concern,
and for some reason, they...

they trusted me.

Peter... do you have the...
630 decryp...

...it's a Beale cipher

encrypted with a phrase
from a book or...

"Ask, and it will be given to you,
seek and you will find."

Matthew 7:7.
That was the key.

Peter will come
around eventually.

Jack.

Could you give Alan
and me a moment, please?

The Soviets and us,
we're on the same side.

What I'm doing will help Britain.

I have to tell Denniston.

No, you don't.

Because if you tell him my secret...
I'll tell him yours.

Do you know what they
do to homosexuals?

You'll never be able to work again,
never be able to teach.

Your precious machine...

I doubt you'll
ever see him again.

Hello. Can I... can I, um, speak to
Stewart Menzies, please? It's urgent.

One moment, please.

Hello. Menzies.

Some advice about keeping secrets.

It's a lot easier if you don't
know them in the first place.

Were they steaming my letters,
tapping my telephone?

Trailing my nervous walks?

You know, I...

I never did find out.

Joan?

Joan?

What's...

Where's Joan?

Military prison.

What have you done?

Decoded Enigma intercepts. I found
a pile of them in the bedside table.

No, no.

I gave those to her over a year ago

when I was trying to figure out
a link between...

I'm sure you did.

Denniston's been looking for a Soviet
spy. He's been looking inside Hut 8.

I know who the spy is.

It's not Joan.
It's...

it's Cairncross.

I-l found the Beale cipher,
the Bible.

God, I wish you'd been a spy.

You'd be so much better
at this than he is.

You knew it was him?

Of course I bloody knew.
I knew before he came to Bletchley.

Why do you think
I had him placed here?

But we have an Enigma machine.

Yeah, Polish Intelligence...
You-you placed a...

a Soviet agent at Bletchley Park?

It's really quite useful to be able
to leak whatever we want to Stalin.

Churchill's too damn paranoid.

He won't share a shred
of intelligence with the Soviets.

Not even information that will
help them

against the Germans.
There's... so much secrecy.

Cairncross has no idea
we know, of course.

He's really not the brightest bulb.

Which is why I need your help.

I want to know
what to leak to John,

what to feed to the Soviets,
as well as the British.

I'm not a spy.
I'm just a mathematician.

I know a lot of spies, Alan.

You've got more secrets
than the best of them.

You... you have to promise me
that you will release Joan.

Yes, Joan's at the market.
She's gonna be back in an hour.

I lied.

I better hold on to these.

If anybody finds out about them,

prison will be the least
of her worries.

Oh, Alan...

we're gonna have
such a wonderful war together.

- I need you to leave Bletchley.
- What?

It's Menzies. I don't trust him.
It's not safe here.

Do you think it's any safer
anywhere else?

You need to get away. You need to get
very far away from me.

Alan, what's happened?

We can't be engaged anymore.
You...

your parents need to take you back
and find you a husband elsewhere.

What's wrong with you?

I have something,
uh, to tell you.

I'm...

I'm a homosexual.

- All right.
- No, no. M-Men, Joan...

- Not women.
- So what?

- Well, I just told you.
- So what?

I had my suspicions,
I always did.

But we're not like other people.

We love each other in our own way,

and we can have the life
together that we want.

You... you won't be
the perfect husband.

Well, I can promise you, I have no
intention of being the perfect wife.

I'll not be...

fixing your lamb all day while
you come home from the office.

I'll work.

You'll work.

And we'll have each other's company.

We'll have each other's minds.

That sounds like
a better marriage than most.

Because I care for you.

And you care for me.

And we understand
one another more than...

more than anyone else
ever has.

I don't.

- What?
- Care for you.

I never did.
I just needed you to break Enigma.

I've done that now, so...
SO you can go.

I'm not going anywhere.

I've spent entirely
too much of my life

worried about what
you think of me,

or what my parents think of me,
or the boys in Hut 8

or the girls in Hut 3.
And do you know what? I'm done.

This is the most important
work I will ever do,

and no one is going to stop me.
Least of all, you.

You know what, they were right.

Peter, Hugh, John.

You really are a monster.

The war dragged on for two more...
solitary years...

and every day we performed
our blood-soaked calculus.

Every day we decided
who lived and who died.

Every day we...
helped the Allies to victories,

and nobody knew.

Stalingrad.

The Ardenne.

The invasion of Normandy.

All victories that
would not have been possible

without the intelligence
that we supplied. And people...

talk about the war as this epic
battle between, civilizations...

freedom versus tyranny,
democracy versus Nazism,

armies of millions
bleeding into the ground,

fleets of ships
weighing down the oceans,

planes dropping bombs
from the sky

until they obliterated
the sun itself...

The war wasn't like that for us.

For us, it was just...

half a dozen crossword enthusiasts
in a tiny village

in the South of England.

This is your victory.

Victory... of the cause of freedom
in every land.

This is a solemn but glorious hour.

I wish that Franklin D. Roosevelt
had lived to see this day.

Was I God?
No.

Because... God didn't win the war.

We did.

So, what happens now?

Is it... back to university
for us, I suppose?

Yes, pretty much.

But you've one thing left to do
before your service

to your government
in concluded.

- What's that?
- Burn everything.

Burn? Why?

You were told when you started
this was a top-secret program...

did you think we were joking?

- But the war is over.
- This war is.

But there'll be others.

And we know how to break a code

that everybody else believes
is unbreakable.

Precisely.

Tear it down. Light it up.
Sweep away the ashes.

None of you have
ever met before.

None of you have
ever even heard the word Enigma.

Have a safe trip home.

Behave.

With a bit of luck, you'll never have
to see me

or one another again
for the rest of your lives.

That's unbelievable.

Now, Detective,

you get to judge.

So, tell me...

what am 1?

Mm, am I...

a machine?
Am I a person?

Am I a war hero?

Am I a criminal?

I can't judge you.

Well, then...

you're no help to me at all.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Turing. Sit down.

Something the matter?

You and Christopher Morcom
are quite close.

I wouldn't say that.

Well, your mathematics teacher

says the two of you
are positively inseparable.

We're the best students
in the class.

He caught you passing notes
the other day.

Cryptography, to pass the time.
The class is too simple.

You and your friend solve maths
problems during maths class

because the maths class is too dull?

He's not my friend.

Well, I'm told he's your only friend.

Who said that?

Something's come up
concerning Morcom.

Why am I here?

Christopher is dead.

I don't understand.

His mother sent word this morning.

The family were on holiday, you see.

I don't understand.

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.

You're mistaken.

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?
- Yes.

Of course. Like I said,
I didn't know him very well.

Ah. I see.
Very well.

May I leave, Headmaster?

Congratulations, sir.

Sorry.

I would have come.
I would have testified.

And what would you have said,
that I, uh... I wasn't a homosexual.

Alan... this is serious.
They could send you to jail.

Damn it.

- Your hands. You're twitching.
- No, no, I'm not.

Alan.

- It's the medication.
- The medication?

Uh, well, the judge gave me,
a choice...

ei-either two years in prison or...
hormonal therapy.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God. - Yes, that's right.
Chemical castration.

Um, to cure me of my,
homosexual predilections.

Well, of course I chose that.
I mean, I... couldn't...

work in prison, and, uh...

All right.

Now, I'm going to speak
to your doctors.

I'm going to speak
to your lawyers.

I'm fine.

Please let me help you.

No, I don't need your help,
thank you.

Alan, you do not have
to do this alone.

I'm not alone.

Never have been.

Christopher's become so smart.

If 1 don't continue my treatment,
then they'll, um...

they'll take him away from me.

You can't let them do that.
You can't.

You... you can't let them
leave me alone.

I don't want to be alone.

I don't want to be alone.

All right, all right.

All right.

It's all right.
Come and sit down.

It's all right.
Come and sit down.

It's all right.

Oh, well, that's a...

that's a much nicer ring
than the one I made you.

Yes.

His name's Jock.

He's an Army man, if you
can believe it. We work together.

Why don't we do a crossword puzzle.

It'll only take us five minutes.

Or, in your case, six.

Uh, perhaps later.

Yes, of course.

You-you got what
you wanted, didn't you?

Work, a husband.
Normal life.

No one normal could
have done that.

Do you know, this morning...

I was on a train that went through
a city that wouldn't exist

if it wasn't for you.

I bought a ticket from a man

who would likely be dead
if it wasn't for you.

I read up on my work...

a whole field of scientific inquiry

that only exists because of you.

Now, if you wish you
could have been normal...

I can promise you I do not.

The world is an infinitely better
place precisely

because you weren't.

Do you...
do you really think that?

I think... that sometimes
it is the people

who no one imagines
anything of who do the things

that no one can imagine.

AFTER A YEAR OF GOVERNMENT-MANDATED
HORMONAL THERAPY

ALAN TURING COMMITTED SUICIDE
ON JUNE 7TH, 1954.

HE WAS 41 YEARS OLD.

BETWEEN 1885 AND 1967,
APPROXIMATELY 49,000 HOMOSEXUAL MEN

WERE CONVICTED OF GROSS INDECENCY
UNDER BRITISH LAW.

IN 2013, QUEEN ELIZABETH Il GRANTED
TURING A POSTHUMOUS ROYAL PARDON

HONORING HIS UNPRECEDENTED
ACHIEVEMENTS.

HISTORIANS ESTIMATE THAT BREAKING
ENIGMA SHORTENED THE WAR

BY MORE THAN TWO YEARS.
SAVING OVER 14 MILLION LIVES.

IT REMAINED A GOVERNMENT-HELD SECRET
FOR MORE THAN 50 YEARS.

TURING'S WORK INSPIRED GENERATIONS
OF RESEARCH

INTO WHAT SCIENTISTS CALLED
"TURING MACHINES".

TODAY, WE CALL THEM COMPUTERS