Enigma Page #6

One day the Germans black us out|in the North Atlantic.

Next day, girlfriend|of crack code breaker disappears--

vanishes.

- Code breaker returns,|shiny new shooter goes missing.|- She's not my girlfriend.

Hmm? What is she, then?

We were-- I suppose the phrase is|''seeing each other''...

for about a month.

Is that what happened to you?

What?

Is Claire Romilly|what happened to you?

There was a concert.

I went on my own.

Oh, it's you.|You found my slipper.

Afterwards, Claire, Hester--|Miss Wallace, who shares the cottage--

and I, we came out together.

Next week was going to be Bach.

Oh, we must go.

Oh, I can't.|I'm on the night shift.

Oh, Hester. Poor you.

''Poor you,'' she said.|That's one of her phrases.

So, I asked her.

I say, I hope you don't think it|fresh of me, but should we go together?

Of course you did.|And, uh, after that?

After that?

I had the happiest month|of my whole life.

Not happiest. Something.

- You can! You can.|- I can't.

You can. Yes.

Ready? One, two, three,|four, fiive, six, seven, eight.

- Sorry.|- No, you can't.

- Claire!|- Aaron!

- May I?|- Do you mind?

No.

It's my favourite club.

- Mine too.|- Oh, yes, I'm sure.

How do you get the petrol coupons to go|zipping up and down to London?

Secret, darling.|I know a chap.

- No, but how?|- It's not what you think.

Do you have to know everything?

I don't know why you want me.|Let's get married before it stops.

- Tom, don't.|- I love you!

They say you shouldn't fall in love|in a war. You never know what's coming.

I love you.|I really love you.

No cottage.

- Is that code, darling?|- Yes.

- I want to see where you sleep.|- Landlady has rules.

So have I.|Hester's at home.

Oh.

I'll be quiet as a mouse.|Promise.

Shh. Shh.

Sleep with her?

I'll take that as a yes.

And then you quarrelled?

Quarrelled? No.

Claire? Darling?

Sorry, darling.

Go back to sleep.

- What are you doing?|- I'm just looking through your things.

No photographs?

You've never given me|a photograph.

You're all secrets,|aren't you?

I've no secrets from you.|Please come back to bed.

What's this? What's the|entscheidungsproblem when it's at home?

That's just something|I was working on at Cambridge.

It's a-- It's a theoretical|machine that--

- Theoretical. So it doesn't exist?|- Please, come back to bed.

Well, this will do.|I want something of yours to keep.

Give it back.

- Why?|- Because it means nothing|to you and a lot to me.

- Aren't I clever enough, darling?|- Please, Claire!

No!

Give it back.|Give it back.

It's not funny, Claire!

Claire, I'm sorry.|Please forgive me.

I'm really, really sorry.

Claire--

She moved on.

Why won't you answer my letters?

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