The Imitation Game Page #3

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- That's one million...

-1,000 million.

- No, it's... I've got it.

- It's a million million.

Well, it's in the millions,

obviously.

There'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 zeros 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 round 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 MIG.

- 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, uh...

...imminent U-boat assault.

They were all Heating

through the air.

Radio signals that,

well, any schoolboy

with an AM kit could intercept.

The trick was that they were encrypted.

One hundred and fifty-nine

million million million

possible Enigma settings.

All we had to do was try each one.

But if we had 10 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?

It's not days, it's years.

It's 20 million years.

To stop a coming attack,

we would have to check

20 million years' worth of settings

in 20 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...

This is starting to get

a little bit repetitive.

What is?

I had asked if you wanted

to come to lunch with us.

Er, 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?

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