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Previously on Genius...

JOST:
Albert Einstein.

Your reputation precedes you.

HERMANN: Your mother,
sister and I are moving

to Italy.
So you're abandoning me?

HERMANN: No! I'm looking out
for your future.

PAULINE: How is Marie?
EINSTEIN: Wonderful.
She's teaching me French.

HERMANN: You will go back to
Munich, and that is an order.

I'm sorry, Father,

but I'm not going
back to Germany.

It is time to stand up
for Germany!
(applause)

Tell me, my son, uh, the genius,

how do you propose to make
a living without a job?

I'm going to be a professor.

HERMANN:
You failed your entrance exam!

EINSTEIN:
I won't fail again.

Welcome to Zurich Polytechnic.

EINSTEIN: I apologize,
I didn't think...

That a woman could
possibly understand

the Maxwell-Faraday equation.

Einstein, say hello
to Mileva Maric.

Thank you, Papa,
she's so beautiful.

She makes such
lovely colors.

It's called refraction.

All the colors are there,
inside the light.

The glass just pulls it apart
so we can see.

Did they teach you
that in school?

We don't learn about
science in school.

I found it in a book.

What ever will become of
you, my brilliant Mileva?

WEBER: Energy moves.
(writing on chalk board)

And it changes,
through work.

Through heat.

It passes into and out of the
systems that govern our lives.

And, as these
systems interact,

they seek balance.

A block of ice

in a hot room melts.

And along with
this transfer of energy

comes an associated
increase in entropy.

Now, this process,

like all
natural processes, is...

irreversible.

The ice melts.

However, it...

Is there something the matter,
Miss Maric?

With me? No, sir, nothing.

Are you confused?

It's only, w...

If heat is a result

of the motion of the
underlying molecules

and Newton's
laws of motion

are reversible,

then what explains
irreversibility here?

In this class

we will deal only with
what has been proven.

The existence of
molecules has not.

Miss Maric raises
a fair question, sir.

Herr Einstein, please.

These pencils
for example...

Of course they won't
hop off the floor

and neatly rearrange
themselves back in the box,
Herr Einstein...

but they could,
mathematically, could they not?

Newton's equations
work both ways,

so, theoretically,

if the movement of molecules
is the underlying principle...

Herr Einstein!

I appreciate your enthusiasm,
but we do not engage

in theatrics here.

Apologies, sir.

Thank you.

As was my point,

a block of ice melts...

EINSTEIN:
Miss Maric!

Miss Maric! A word?

I've no time for idle
conversation, Herr Einstein.

Nor do I.

Of what use is conversation
if it's idle?

No, I-I wanted
to discuss

your inquiry in class.

Did I seem in distress?
Excuse me?

As though I was in need
of a savior?

Uh, quite the contrary.

Then I'm unsure why you
took it upon yourself

to intercede with
Professor Weber on my behalf,

or why you believe
you're entitled

to my attention
in this moment.

I can assure you,
I come highly recommended.

Herr Einstein...

...are you attempting
to flirt with me?

Well, that wasn't
my intention, but I...

I did not come to
university to flirt,

or to meet a man,
and certainly not

to find a husband.

I fear you've misunderstood
me, I merely...

Stay away from me!

MAN: Good God, man,
what did you do to her?

I have no idea.

What a troubled
creature.

Uh, we didn't have a chance
to meet before class.

Michele Besso.

Albert Einstein.
Sorry about your pencils.
Oh, no.

No apology necessary.

It was a-a compelling
demonstration, actually.

Yes, for a moment, I thought
we'd bear witness

to an explosive
transfer of energy

from Professor Weber's skull.

Well, that would have been
fantastically irreversible.

(laughter)

Marcel Grossmann.

Uh, we were just
headed for some lunch.

Would you care to join us?
Why not?

*

(cranking)

(low humming)

(cranking and humming stop)

(violin playing)

Miss Maric.

Are you under the impression
you're the only one

in the building?

Sorry, did I disturb you?
Your playing is...

...adequate, but it makes it
quite difficult to concentrate.

Apologies.

Mozart helps me think.

I'm not sure this assignment
requires much thought.

Not if we were
to follow these...

inelegant instructions.

There must be a better approach,
don't you think?

I think following
the instructions is the way

to pass the class.

Is that all you want
from an education?

To pass your exams?

I want a degree, don't you?
Certainly.

But I'm a student of
science because...

well, I... I want to
discover new ways

of understanding
the world around me.

Don't you already know
how this will turn out?

I find knowing how it will
turn out reassuring.

Discover quietly, Herr Einstein.

Please.

*

(cranking and low humming)

(cranking and humming stop)

(gas hissing)

Ah!

Ah, ah.

PERNET:
He's a menace.

If he had been the least bit
contrite about the damage,

I might be willing
to overlook it,

but the idiot had the
nerve to claim the fault

was with my instruction.

He was reaching beyond
what was required.

Let us not fault him
for being eager.

Eager? He's a lazy dog.

He hasn't completed a single
one of my assignments.

Yes, but he passed his winter
exams with flying colors,

did he not?

I am baffled as to what
you see in him.

Potential.
Einstein may be

the brightest mind
I have yet taught.

Now, I agree he can be impudent,
but he is young.

Who of us was not
a horse's ass at his age?

I will have a talk with him.

(door creaks, then closes)

"B" for "Boltzmann"?

You, too?

Half a term on gases,

Weber still hasn't mentioned
kinetic theory.

I'm beginning to
think I'll learn more

if I spend all my time
with a good book.

Well, I'm afraid I've
beaten you to this one.

I don't mind sharing.

Maybe you could read to me.

Did your fiddle
decide to fight back?

(giggles)

I should've taken your advice
and followed the instructions.

(door opens)
Well, I hope you've
learned your lesson.

Why must you be so
cruel to me, Miss Maric?

WEBER: Herr Einstein.
Take a walk with me.

Herr Professor, Miss Maric
and I were just discussing...

I only have a few minutes
before my next lecture.

Of course.

If you decide to share,
do give me a knock.

MILOS:
Please.

Give her a chance.

Let her take the
entrance exam.

This is a school for boys.

And the best instruction
in the sciences

Eastern Europe has to offer.

And what would your daughter do

with such instruction?

Chatter
in her sewing circle?

Mileva does not sew.

She's up all night,

filling her brain with things
I can't begin to understand.

Then how do you know
she understands them?

I am afraid we are done here,
Mr. Maric.

Miza, will you please show the
headmaster what you're reading?

HEADMASTER:
Is that a prop?

Did you truly think I would
be moved by such a display?

And how did you come
by that book?

We took the train to Vienna,
there weren't any books

on electromagnetic theory
near home.

So the methods of Faraday have,
uh, piqued your interest?

Oh, yes.

It is Faraday's concepts
of fields and potentials

that provide
the most natural setting

for the mathematical discoveries
of Green and Gauss.

WEBER: It is not often
I come across a student

with your boundless potential.

But I'm afraid to say that
not all your professors

share my patience with
your eccentricities.

I don't understand.
You are skipping classes,

missing assignments and
challenging your instructors.

Frankly, you give
the impression

you think you have
all the answers.

The opposite, in fact.

I-I've got nothing
but questions.

How am I supposed to
find answers if I don't ask?

By respecting the fundamentals.

And being mindful
where you place your attention.

The library is no place
to... woo a woman.

Sir?
I am not blind.

I have seen you in close
conversation with Miss Maric

on more
than one occasion.

Miss Maric?
I, I barely know her.

And I certainly wasn't...
Good.

You keep it that way.

The Slavs are a dangerous sort,
I assure you.

Now, I was more than happy
to take up your case

with the doubters
on the faculty.

Thank you, but I...

And come graduation,
I can be useful

in securing your future.

If... you prove
my faith founded.

Of course.

I-I'll do my best, sir.

Good.

Miss Maric.

Good evening.

Is Herr Einstein in?

He is not.

I believe
he is still in Aarau with Marie.

Marie?
His fiancée.

No message, then?

Just this.

MARIJA: As if it wasn't
struggle enough for her

that she was born lame.

This will ruin her.

I will not have our
daughter dragged down

by these antiquated
notions of femininity.

She has not only passed
her entrance exam,

she scored higher than anyone.

Do you think the world
will clear a path for her

simply because you will it?

Not because I will it.

Because I fight for her.

Out there.

But here? In my own home?

With my wife? No!

There will be no discussion.

Well, no man ever married
a woman for her mind, hmm?

Marija...

(crying softly)

Don't worry, Mama.

I won't need to marry.

I plan to be a scientist.

JOST:
Oh, my beautiful daughter.

What a joy it is, to
celebrate your birth.

Seems any day now, we will
be losing you to another man.

But we could do worse
than you, Albert.

Not much.

(clamoring)

Ow.

JOST: Who knew
inviting you into our home

those years back,
we would expand

our merry band so exponentially?

Dear Maja is as much
a sister to our girls

as she is to you.

And now you've brought us
Mr. Besso.

Such a charming
dinner companion.

I hope you'll return
for many more meals.

Mm. Yes.

And so would Anna, apparently.

Julius. Enough.

JOST:
But most importantly,

thank you, Albert.

For making our Marie
so very happy.

To Marie.

ALL:
To Marie!

MARIE:
What happened?

(chuckles)

I was, I was working
with a Kundt's tube,

measuring the effect
of temperature

on the speed of sound waves,

and in an attempt
to magnify their amplitude,

I neglected to compensate

for the flammable
nature of the...

Cheri, Cheri,

ce que tu dis n'a aucun sens.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Exactly.

You never did pay any attention

during our French lessons,

and sadly,
physics is not my forte.

I'm sorry.

Of course you, you don't want
to discuss physics.

I don't want
to discuss anything.

Take me for a walk.

(giggles)

Oh!

I can't thank you enough
for the welcome

your family has shown me.

Our pleasure.

The train won't wait.
Take a breath, son,

there's plenty of time.

Well, Miss Winteler.

I do hope you'll return sooner
rather than later, Mr. Besso.

(whispers): Oh, look it,
you're blushing.

MARIE: I could make
the trip to Milan.

Maybe...

But Grossmann's family
have a house on a lake

and I've been invited
to join them. So...

I do enjoy sailing.

Albert, you would tell me
if something was troubling you.

Of course, Mariechien.

You know I'm a modern man,
Albert,

but my Marie is risking
a great deal with you.

I expect you to
do right by her.

Safe travels, son.

Okay.

BESSO:
God, I close my eyes,

and her face
is all I see.

This conversation is
far past insufferable.

You should have joined us.

There is a third sister.

You would have
enjoyed her company.

I'm not in the
market for a wife.

Who said anything
about shopping?

I'm talking about love.

Oh, Jesus, save me.
Albert, please.

Albert.

What?

Your fiancée.

I want the sordid details.

I don't understand how
you all arrived at this notion

that we're engaged.

I can't understand
your reluctance.

She is beautiful,
she is kind.

And she loves
you so deeply.

I'm not sure I want
to spend my life

with a woman who can't carry
a compelling conversation

on the nature of things.

That is not what wives are for.

For once,
I am with Marcel.

Tell me why I put up
with you bourgeois bores.

Because you want to
borrow my geometry notes,

you faux bohemian.

(laughter)

All right. Uh...

Here. Ah.

That odd little gimp
stopped by the other day.

Gimp?
Hmm.

You mean Mileva.

She does have a little hitch
in her gait, doesn't she?

Do love the sound
of her voice, though.

(laughter)

(sniffles)

Miss Maric! Miss Maric.

What a kind gesture,
leaving this book for me.

I couldn't help
but think about the pencils.

From our first class?

If we think of entropy
as Boltzmann does,

as a measure
of probability, well, then,

the process
is irreversible,

because the number of possible
configurations for the pencils

outside of the box
is nearly infinite,

whereas there's
only a handful of possibilities

for the way
they fit back in...

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Now if you'll excuse me...

Don't go.

We don't have much time
left in the term,

and there are...

things I want to talk
to you about, like...

The probability of chaos.

You move me.

You're playing a trick.

No. I... What?

What do you mean?

I know you're spoken for.

Herr Grossmann told me.

About Marie.

So this is, what,
a little fun at my...

Stop.

But Marie, it's not... She's...

It doesn't matter.

I can't.

This is not a possibility.

But why not?

EINSTEIN:
You both look ruddy.

Seems the summer holiday

has treated you well.
In my mind,

I'm still on a sailboat
with schnapps in hand.

The Wintelers had
hoped to see you in Aarau.

Yes, well...
Good Lord, Besso,

if I closed my eyes,

I could mistake
you for my mother.

Ah, finally.

All summer long,
I have been starved

of your constant derision.
How ever did I survive?

GROSSMANN:
It is a mystery.

Ah, Albert. I nearly forgot,
there's a book

that you must read.

Mach. The Science of Mechanics.

He argues for
the reconsideration of Newton.

Huh.

"Huh."
Huh.

The reconsideration of Newton.

Are you listening?

What?

Dear God, he's an imposter.

Quick, Grossmann,
send for the constable.

(laughs)

Welcome back, gentlemen.

EINSTEIN:
Sir?

Sir, I was wondering,

have you heard anything
of Miss Maric?

I thought you had
no interest in her?

I don't. I don't.
Or it is merely intellectual.

She lent me a book.

Well, if you must know,
she's auditing classes

in Heidelberg and will
not be returning.

Do you remember
what we discussed?

Attention and commitment.

They will serve you well.

Yes.

Hey, Fritz, look.

(laughter echoing)

Cannot believe this.

What is this girl
doing in our class?

TEACHER:
Good morning, everyone.

Good afternoon.

My name is
Professor Philipp Lenard.

I'm pleased to welcome you

to The Kinetic Principles
of Theoretical Physics.

Who is she?
Over the course of the term,
these lectures will explore

a vast
yet infinitesimal universe.

EINSTEIN:
My esteemed Miss Maric.

My thoughts drifted your way
more than once this summer.

Do forgive me for the distress
I caused at our last meeting.

I hoped I would be
able to apologize in person.

But as I understand it,

something has drawn you
to Heidelberg.

If you find yourself bored,

please write and share with me
why you chose to leave.

FRICKE:
Fraulein.

A letter's come.

You really should find a man to
carry all those books for you.

Thank you, Frau Fricke.

Hmm.

*

LENARD: Now, if these
molecules move with a velocity

of over 400 meters per second,

then, using these results,
we can determine

that they travel
no more

than 1/100 of a hairsbreadth.

MILEVA:
Esteemed sir,

I must offer an apology.

Your instructions were clear.

I was to wait to write to you
until bored,

but I'm never that.

I was compelled
to ignore those instructions

after a lecture
from Professor Lenard,

exploring the kinetic theory
of heat and gases.

Just as we always hoped to hear
from Weber.

Oh.

You simply won't believe

what this lecture revealed.

EINSTEIN: What I want to know,
sir, is why?

Why what?

EINSTEIN:
Why, say,

heat flows and temperatures
are connected?

Or-or different gases exert
different pressures?

If we were to explore
kinetic theory...

Now, this is not an exploration.
It is a lecture.

Pick up your pencil...

Physics is dynamic!

You see knowledge
as a baton to be passed,

but scientific pursuit
isn't a race.

This should be an adventure!

Herr Einstein, enough!

Never,
in all my years of teaching,

have I seen such disrespect.
It will not be tolerated.

Am I clear?

There's no reason
to take this personally.

It's the basis of thermodynamics
I'm questioning.

Not you, Herr Weber.

You will address me as Herr
Professor, you impudent twit!

My apologies, Herr Professor,

but I don't
understand...
The laws of thermodynamics

are observable
and provable.

There is nothing
to question.

Don't you find it fascinating
that even though

these tiny
molecules of gas

move at a near
incomprehensible speed,

that they travel
hardly any distance at all.

Not even a hairsbreadth.

These radical thoughts
are a disease.

Who has infected
you? Hmm?

Is it Boltzmann? Mach?

Lenard, actually.

Miss Maric wrote to me about
one of his lectures and I...

Again with this woman. Did I not
warn you that she was dangerous?

Miss Maric has done nothing
but demonstrate

her deep intelligence
to you, and yet

you treat her
with disdain.

I-- what offense
has she ever given you?

You are a very clever
boy, Einstein.

Very clever.

But you have
one fault.

You will never let
yourself be told anything.

Best of luck.

That is clearly
all I have left to offer you.

MARIE:
Is he angry with me?

Angry? Of course not.

Albert's probably not even...

Well, not even what?

Oh, you know how he gets.

Ah, you mean
distracted?

Yes.

He's just consumed by whatever's
right in front of him.

Mmm.
It can be very charming.

But also
very frustrating.

If it makes you feel better,
I haven't had a letter

since he's been back in Zurich.
Not even a postcard.

I just miss him,
I suppose.

I know.

I bet
he'd like some tea.

Studying all those hours.
Don't you?

My brother

has no idea
how very lucky he is.

(giggles)
May I see this one, please?

Of course, Fraulein.

Thank you.

(sighs)

(playing violin)

MILEVA:
Herr Professor.

If you'll permit me,
my name is...

Mileva Maric.

One doesn't lose track

of the sole woman in the room.

Yes. Well,

I've been trying to understand
equipartition theorem

and if it applies to the case
of diatomic gases.

How do I distribute
the energy?

As a matter of fact,
it does indeed apply,

and you use the theorem in
exactly the same way as before.

Uh, so then,

you divide the energy equally,

giving the rotational
and vibrational modes

the same amount
as the translational ones?

You have an impressive command
of this material.

With whom else
have you studied?

On equipartition theorum?
Only you, sir.

Though I did some reading
while studying

at Polytechnic
in Zurich.

I found the instruction
on thermodynamics there...

lacking.

(chuckles)
So you are here,

auditing my lectures for...

your enjoyment?

No, sir. I mean, yes.

I've enjoyed them
very much, but...

I've written an essay
on kinetic theory.

I was hoping you might make time
to read it.

And if you
find it worthy,

that you might write to
the administration on my behalf?

I've petitioned to be allowed
to take the entrance exam.

I admire your
spirit, Fraulein,

but the Swiss are much
more liberal than the Germans.

Heidelberg does not,
nor will not

confer degrees on women.

You should return to Zurich
and earn your diploma.

After that,

I might be willing
to consider you

for a research position, hmm?

Thank you, but, sir...

Please.

I can't go back there.

Why ever not?

Emile.

I-If you want to spend time
together in the library,

I could help you study.

Perhaps I'll take you up
on that.

Well, then,
I'll see you tomorrow.

(children laughing)

(laughter grows louder)

(children laughing loudly)

(laughter echoes, fades)

(men murmuring)

FRICKE: Might we
have ourselves a beau?

Three letters
from the same young man.

EINSTEIN:
Congratulations.

Did it all go
just as you'd planned it?

BESSO: Well, she said yes,
which is all that matters.

But, uh, we weren't able
to do much celebrating.

EINSTEIN: Doesn't sound
like the Wintelers.

No, but Anna puts Marie's
feelings above her own, so...

EINSTEIN:
I don't understand.

Listen, Albert.

I know that you're tired
of hearing this from me,

and believe me,
I'm twice as tired of saying it.

For the love of
my soon-to-be marriage,

will you please,

please make your intentions
clear to that poor girl?

I don't know what
to say to her.

Well you can't simply
keep silent.

Send her a letter, a thank you
for the gifts that she sends.

I didn't ask her
for any of those things.

Can you really be
this thickheaded?

Look, she's a wonderful person,
but I'm...

BESSO:
Albert?

(horses neighing)
Hey!

Watch where
you're going, hey!

Miss Maric!

(horses snort)

MILEVA: I didn't
come back for you.

If I could have earned
my degree in Heidelberg,

I'd be there still.

Stop.

I am only here
for my degree.

I have so much
catching up--

papers, exams.

Please.

You're a distraction.

I won't distract you.
(sniffs)

I'll help you.

We'll catch up.

Together.

And what of Marie?

There is only you.

Mileva...

I cannot get
lost with you.

We can discuss
physics,

geometry, but we
cannot get lost.

(whispering):
Promise me.

Promise me.

I promise.

You look just like
a little doll.

Stop.

Your body's so soft,

your face is so stern,

just like a little
porcelain doll.

(laughs)

I think that's what
I'm gonna call you.

My little Dollie.

You think I look funny?

No. Why would you...?

This is not a joke to me.

Hey, I wasn't...

You were.

Hear me, Albert.
If this is just...

shaking the sheets for you,
then you must let me be.

Oh, Mileva.

Can't you see?

I'm head over heels in
love with your mind.

(knocking at door)
GROSSMANN: Albert, you coming?

Go away.

Wait, what time is it?

What is time?
That is the real question.

Albert, be serious,
we're late for class.

What does it matter?
I told you,

I'll help you
catch up. Besides,

attendance isn't required,
only that we pass the exams.

It may not be required,
but it's certainly expected

and I cannot fall
below expectations.

Hey,

such expectations
are for small minds.

For men like Weber,
who are slaves to convention.

Men without creativity
or vision.

I am not a man.

Thank God for that.

It's months
before exams.

What's one
more morning?

MILEVA:
Shall I brew more?

It's still warm
and it's been a while.

Well, the law of cooling
is a decaying exponential,

but you need a
measurement on the liquid

to get the heat
transfer coefficient.

Don't worry about
the measurement for now.

We'll find a new way
to think about it.

All right, so

forget the tea
entirely.

What if we thought of
molecules like people?

Yes!

Moving at impossible speeds,

bumping in to one another.

And the amount

of pressure people feel
can be understood

by how frequently
these bumps happen.
(strums violin)

More people...
(strums violin)

more pressure.
No, not necessarily.

How big is the room?

Say they're crammed
into a crowded hallway.

Jostling and bumping,
late for class.

(children laughing)

EINSTEIN:
High pressure, yes?

(children laughing)

EINSTEIN:
Mileva?

Are you all right?

I am.

Now let's place them
in a grand ballroom.

(waltz music playing)
The same people,

no more, no less.

Only now,
ten times the size.

Enough to dance freely
around the room.

EINSTEIN:
More volume....

MILEVA:
Fewer collisions...

BOTH:
Lower pressure.

*

(playing "The Blue Danube")

*

Let's write
a paper together.

On what? This isn't
a new thought,

just a new way
of seeing it.

What if this is the way
to prove

the existence of molecules?

Doesn't it sound like fun,
Dollie?

You and me writing a paper

that could change the world.

The probability
of chaos.

(chuckles) Not the title
I would choose, but...

we can discuss it.

PERNET:
I tried to tell you,

Einstein's like
all the other Jews--

obnoxious and self-aggrandizing.

Oh, apologies, Hermann.

You've always been
an exception.

Oh, why, thank you.

I made every effort
to act as a mentor

to that young man.

Fail him if you must.

I am no longer concerned
for his future.

PERNET: I'll draft
a letter of reprimand.

MILEVA: The mean kinetic energy
is always the same,

whether its atoms are
chemically bound or not.

Hence, equal increments
of mean kinetic energy

correspond to equal increments
of temperature.

And the specific heat is...

Something wrong?

Not a single thing.

Isn't it a miracle, Dollie?

So many of us,
millions and millions.

How ever did we
find each other?

WEBER: We are a mere month
from your final exams.

Your performance will
determine your future.

Every single one of you has
the ability to succeed.

Have you seen Albert?
But do you have the will,
the commitment?

Good morning, dear Dollie.

Good morning.

I had the most wonderful
dream last night.

We were dancing
along the string

of my violin.

And I woke up
with this thought.

What if the properties
of different gases

are just like
the different timbres

of musical instruments?

All accounted for by their
different molecular makeup.

That's thrilling.

Isn't it, though?

Back in the blink of an eye.

Make us some tea, Dollie.

(chuckles)

*

(humming)

Liar!
Dollie, what...what...

Do not call me that!

"My dearest Albert,

I hope you're still
enjoying the teapot."

You promised me!

But you haven't
supported my studies.

You haven't helped
me catch up.

You've siphoned my time,

my thoughts, my energy,

all for your own gain.

How could you be so careless
with my heart?!

But I... I have...
Stop!

Let me explain,
please.

You only cared about yourself.

You haven't even tried
to understand me.

How hard I must work.
No.

How tireless I must be.

How strong and cold

to have the slimmest hope

of being taken seriously.

To be given an ounce
of the respect

you receive instantly
by virtue of your manhood!

Mileva, please...

No! I knew...

I knew this would happen.

What an idiot I am!

We've got mere weeks
until the exams.

Mileva...

I'm crazy.

No.

You've made me crazy!

No.

Mileva, please...
Do not...

speak to me ever again.

Wait.

If a curved surface is developed

on any other surface whatever,

the degree of curvature
in each point

remains unchanged.

(echoing): This "Theorema
Egregium" from Gauss

has had a significant
impact on cartography...

BESSO:
Miss Maric.

Are you all right?

Is there anything
that I can do for you?

(clock ticking)

Not at all.

Good day.

EINSTEIN:
My dear Frau Winteler.

It is with a heavy heart
I write

and ask you to share
my thoughts and feelings

with your dearest, Marie.

She deserves more
attention than I have to give.

My studies consume
all my time and thought.

And I fear I have already
caused the dear child

too much pain.

Please make sure
she understands.

(crying)

I hope she, and you all,
can forgive me.

(knocking on door)

I need your notes.
Geometry, the last two terms.

(laughs) I was wondering when
you would pull your head out

from between the gimp's thighs.

Do not speak of her that way.

Of course.

My apologies.

I'll get them now.

You were right.

I was careless.

It really has been over
with Marie for some time,

but... I just...

I didn't want to hurt her,

so I... didn't say
anything at all.

But it's done now.

I've made it clear. And...

as unfair as I was to her,
I've been

ten times more so
to you. I was...

I've been horrid
and selfish

and you're right to want
nothing more to do with me.

Those are
Marcel's notes.

The last two terms.

I copied them
for you.

They're yours
to keep.

I hope...

they will undo some
of the damage that I have done.

And...

if you would
like my help,

then I would love nothing
more than to give it.

I ask for nothing in return.

Sit down.

WEBER:
It has been a pleasure having

all you gentlemen in class.

I wish you the best.

You may begin.

(bell tolling)

EINSTEIN:
I know I said

I wouldn't ask
you for anything.

And what I'm about to say
may sound like I am, so...

This is just an offer.

Be my partner.

In life, in love,

in endless
scientific pursuit.

Let's build a beautiful
bohemian existence together.

I don't know
what that means.

You do.

We had it.

It was... it was perfect.

But it can't stay that way.

You and I, alone,
together, we fit,

like pencils in the box.

But out in the world,
it's nothing but endless...

possibilities for us to crash
into things. Irreversibly.

People are not molecules,
Mileva.

Please... when
I'm not with you,

I feel as if I'm not whole.

Let's remain students
as long as we live.

Alone. Together.

WEBER:
Herr Einstein.

Congratulations.
Sir?

The results
will be posted shortly,

but you passed
your exams.

By the skin of your
teeth, of course.

Good day.

Dollie.

(bell ringing)

(brakes squeaking)

Miza!

Hello, Papa.

So wonderful
to see you.

I've missed you, too.
Did you?

Your mother and I were beginning
to worry you'd never come home.

In all your letters,
you never explained

what has kept you these months.

I'm so sorry, Papa.

I failed you.

Your exams?

You'll go back.

You'll try again.

Was this why you stayed away?

No.

I...

I don't know how to...
Mileva Maric,

come here this instant.

(exhales)

I'm so sorry, Papa.

I'm so sorry.

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