All language subtitles for Manhattan (2014) - S02E04 - Overlord (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)

Previously
on "Manhattan"...

Dr. Oppenheimer has asked
me to run the new group.

How soon can you deliver?
A month? A year?

Oppenheimer picked you because
he knows that he can control you.

You're the director
of G group. Direct.

I spent all day wondering why I
didn't make your idiotic: group

and you left me on the bench because
you can't control your hard-on?

Remind me of her name.

There was a time
when I hoped Crosley

would take a shine
to my daughter.

If you're not a communist,

why are you risking your own
neck to give them a bomb?

You know, if Dr. Winter

were in less than comfortable
circumstances,

I would worry they may not
improve after today's events.

I can get you as far
as the Lamy train depot.

I had a dream
you jumped up

and licked my thighs.

Robert Oppenheimer's
having an affair.

Abby, stay out of
other people's marriages.

Your husband's not going
to Washington tomorrow.

I do not need marital
advice from a deviant.

You should have
Oppenheimer's job.

"Batter my heart,
three-person'd God,

for you as yet
but knock, breathe, shine

and seek to mend.

That I may rise
and stand,

overthrow me
and bend your force

to break, blow, burn

and make me new."

Batter my heart,
0' two-pers0n'd boy.

For you as yet
but cover your loins

and abandon me.

They expected me on
the Hill two days ago.

No one's abandoning you.

I'll die if you leave.

I'm gonna miss the 4:10.

Do you believe
in reincarnation?

Dr. Inessa says
you and I

have been traveling
together for lifetimes.

You told your
psychiatrist about me.

I've been your daughter,
your brother, your wife.

You gave birth to me
in a European ghetto.

You murdered me...

dozens of times.
You enjoyed it.

What do you want from me?

Same thing that you want.

Hold me down
under the water.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it!

What am I looking at?

Request for a Declaration
of Taking Property 112,

Ms. Maria
Capo-Berryman,

- Tract B-31 quadrant...
- English.

We need to buy this lady's
farm so we can blow it up.

The judge is a hard-ass.

He wants to know why we're
trying to stiff her.

I thought this
went away.

She claims the land
is worth $750.

The Army appraised it
at $744.

And the Army can't
pony up six bucks?

There are 43
of these. Today.

- Tomorrow there could be...
- Jesus.

- Dr. Isaacs, I need an ETA on the machine tools.
- Just, uh, take a number.

Um, where are the
updated X-ray studies?

- On your desk. And if I could...
- No calls.

Jesus, Nancy,
I said no calls!

So... what do we
tell the judge?

Right. Tell him
that I said

that he can wipe his ass
with the Declaration of Taking.

Tell him that this eminent
domain is imminent,

- And tell Ms. Caperberry...
- Capo-Berryman...

to take her $744 or she
can take up her grievances

with the business end
of a Sherman tank.

We don't have time for this.

God damn it! What?

Blasphemy doesn't suit you.

Uh, Dr. Oppenheimer, sir.
Sorry.

You're too high up on the chart
for "sirs" and "sorries."

Yeah, well, uh, things have
been a little hectic here.

I thought you'd
be back on Tuesday.

There have been
some unexpected delays.

We can't afford
any more delays.

We've missed the last three
interim delivery dates.

That's why I need your hand
on the tiller, Charlie.

Sir, I think we need to
split the governing board

into administrative
and scientific divisions.

Cuts everyone's
obligations by half,

and it frees me to run
the technical staff.

Then do it.

I... I
don't... I don't think

it's my place to
reconfigure the board.

Only you have
the authority.

I'm granting you
the authority, Charlie.

Assert it.
Do whatever you must.

If it helps to pretend
you're me, pretend.

That's what I do.

First off, I
'o' like to thank you all

for being punctual

on our first official morning

as the Gun Group.

I'm sure many of you

would rather
be working on implosion.

You may feel your talents
have been overlooked...

Like the younger sibling
living in implosion's shadow.

But Charles Darwin
was a younger sibling

and so was America.

There's no question implosion
is a beautiful solution,

but beauty
does not win wars.

Wars are won
by blunt force, brutality.

Guns, not beauty,
have won every war

since the Chinese
invented black powder.

Guns liberated this country
from the British,

they liberated Europe
in the last world war.

A gun also liberated
Reed Akley's brain.

Thin Man was
a gun-type weapon

based on a thousand years
of ballistic science.

You've got a barrel,
you've got a projectile.

Now, we all know
Thin Man failed...

Is that what
we're doing here?

Resurrecting
a cadaver?

The problem with Thin
Man wasn't the gun.

It was the bullet...
Plutonium.

But if we swap plutonium
for uranium,

the gun design can work.

And we are going
to make it work together.

Thank you, Helga.

Nothing quickens the pulse
at the start of a day's work

like the sight of a lady
with a pistol.

Sadly, all the gumption
of American industry

won't enrich enough uranium
to blow up a privy.

Not before 1950
at least.

We few,
we unhappy few,

have gathered here
to wank out numbers

until the implosion group
gets its ticker-tape parade.

As head of the Gun Group,
I can assure you

we will not
be wanking anything.

Ah. Head of
the Gun Group, yes.

One of those snappy claques

that reports to the Chief
of the Projectile Division.

Ah, there's his name,
Dr. William Hogarth.

Who's for elevenses?
Back in two hours?

So...

is this a case
of the clerical miscarriage

or sadistic prank
of the gods?

Well, surely
you didn't pick me.

I wouldn't have picked you in the
full flower of your talents,

much less
this wilted state.

Well, then, perhaps
you'd entertain a request

for a favor for old times'.

It's not in my power to
transfer you to the test group.

Yeah, but you can sack me.

Mm, off the project.
Send me packing for good.

- For what cause?
- Truancy, insubordination.

Whatever insults your daughter
suffered at my hands.

Take your pick.

Attention... SED Team three

is in Building U,
room 106.

When you come across
a wounded buck,

the sporting thing to do
is shoot it.

Please.

You've never been
on a shoot, have you, Paul?

At close range, the muzzle flash
ruins the flesh for eating.

No, I think
I'll savor this meal.

The closest thing we have
to a medical reference at home

is the Talmud.

It's sort of like a
Hebrew "Farmer's Almanac."

Apparently, there are five
different colors of female blood

the rabbis consider
to be unclean...

Red, black, bright crocus,

earthy water,
and diluted wine.

Let's call it
"earthy water."

Is that bad?

Well, I'm no rabbi,
but I think the AMA

would say it's an indication
of overly vigorous intercourse.

Maybe just ask Dr. Isaacs
to go easy for a few days.

Mm.

Nurse!

Can I get some help
in here, please?

Nurse?

Kill the spider.
Please kill it.

Don't let it get away.
Just do it. Please.

Oh, thank you.

Joey was born on the fourth
floor of Beth Israel.

Her mother
would be horrified

if she knew how her second
grandchild would be born.

If my mother saw this
place, she'd find it

the least horrifying
thing about me.

Oh.

The doctor says they're
not real contractions.

I told him I'm not leaving

until he takes this thing
out of my womb.

Does Dr. Oppenheimer
know you're here?

I can put a call
through to Washington.

We both know
that's a fool's errand.

Well, at least let me
get the nurse.

I don't need anyone
to hold my hand.

I'm royalty.

I've lived on
relief checks.

I've lost a husband to war and
others to lawyers. I've...

I've seen
the elephant before.

They say the, uh... the
first baby is the hardest.

Was your son difficult?

Robert's leaving me.

Charlie!

Abby, what's wrong?

- Is Joey okay?
- Yeah.

The Oppenheimers
are splitting up.

- Abby?
- What?

I told you
to leave it alone.

Today, of all days, I do
not have time for gossip.

It's not gossip,
it's intelligence.

Kitty told me herself.

What did she
tell you, exactly?

She said he's leaving
her for that woman

in San Francisco,
the Communist.

He's with her right now.

What, he told you he was
having lunch with Roosevelt?

Charlie,
this is your chance.

For what?

Well, it... it's not just
his family he's abandoning.

He's leaving the project.

No, Abby. You must've
misunderstood.

- Robert wouldn't do that.
- Don't do that.

I understand perfectly.

He's dropping the reins
in your lap.

The fate
of the war, Charlie.

You're already doing
Oppenheimer's job.

It's time you
had the title.

Nancy?

I've reduced men three pay
grades for calling me less.

Colonel.

What can I do for you?

What's that smell?

Did you tell
Judge Foster Clements

to wipe his ass with the
Declaration of Taking forms?

- Did he really?
- I don't know.

Could be his dog's,
could be his wife's.

The taxonomy of feces
is outside my purview.

It was a poor choice
of words.

All due respect, Colonel,

wrangling local judges...
It's not my purview.

It's Dr. Oppenheimer's.

Well, until
one of you geniuses

manages to bend
the laws of space-time,

he can't be here and in
Washington simultaneously.

So you'll have to be
his surrogate.

Right. Washington.

And he might
be there a while.

Operation Overlord
is in motion.

Overlord?
It's happening now?

Which is why we can't
abide snafus like this.

Hitler's backed
into a corner.

He'll accelerate
his project.

We have to keep pace.

We might need
some reorganization.

What exactly
are you proposing?

I think the Tech Area org chart

might be outside of your
purview also, Colonel.

Do you know why the general
chose Robert Oppenheimer?

He dines with
Cabinet members,

smokes cigars
with Cochiti Indians.

Rides stallions
with governors,

takes target practice
with enlisted men.

Oppenheimer keeps
the trains running

with salesmanship
and charm.

I haven't seen
much of that lately.

And without jeopardizing
the project,

by asking a judge
to defecate

on U.S. Code 40,
subsection 3114.

There isn't a physicist on God's
earth who could replace him.

Winter.

You have some
pretty fancy friends.

Clean yourself up,
for Chrissakes.

Liza.
How... how did you...?

Is it... is it...

ls the war over?

Yours is.

♪ Oh, I know
you'd never leave me

♪ In my heart
it would grieve me

♪ Just to think that
you would ever go astray

♪ Hold me tight,
kiss good night

♪ And I'll never, never
let you go...

President Roosevelt...

ringing up the warden
in that tenth circle of hell.

Wish those spooks
had recorded that.

It wasn't Franklin.

You said Einstein
called the White House.

It was Eleanor.

She handles
the lost causes.

Frank, you need
to slow down.

I know.

I tried to keep myself sane
remembering your hands.

Every line...

every pruning scar.

I should've kept you
and Callie out of this.

So the Princeton house
is rented.

But that Craftsman
down the street

is back on
the market again.

- I already talked to the realtor.
- Liza...

And then we can visit
your father on the way home.

I'm so sorry.

You don't
have to apologize.

I have to go back
to the Hill.

You just escaped
from a prison.

You... you want
to break back into one?

We're never going back
to that place.

No... no, I...

I don't expect you
to come with me.

Known details.

AH figures to follow
are best known estimates.

There is a new front
in the war in Europe.

156,000 Allied soldiers
have landed in northern France.

The invasion is still
in its earliest hours,

But all indications point
to a promising start

along the approximately
60-mile front.

Casualties have been
lighter than expected

with no signs
of immediate retaliation...

I've got a half brother out
there slaughtering Heinies.

I'm sitting here
like a woman.

Don't flatter
yourself.

Turn it off.

- The show must go on.
- For how long?

We're... we're taking Europe.
Isn't class dismissed?

Not until the last Jap is eating
apple pie with his chopsticks.

I've been asked to send
a liaison to Site X

to oversee the enrichment
of their marvelous uranium.

I spent three years
at Site X.

I know the staff.
I'd be glad to go.

As head of the Gun Group,
it should be my responsibility.

Nothing so poignant
as idle ambition.

But if you two insist
on a duel...

I meant to weigh in
on the relative merits

of three equally deficient
refinement techniques.

Best proposal buys you a ticket
on the Chattanooga Choo Choo.

Why would you want to leave the Hill?
You just got here.

Did take a bit longer
than I'd hoped.

But if the war
is almost over,

I can't pass up a chance for
a final promotion now, can I?

Hitler will dig
in, probably for months.

And every day he does,
the Army pumps Oppenheimer

or Isaacs, the whole senior
staff, full of their lies.

"Imminent Threats,"
V2 over New York,

cities of ruins.

They'll say anything
to build that thing faster.

Racing an imaginary
German project.

Yeah.
Trust me,

all I want is to come
with you to Princeton.

But you're the only man
who can fix this.

Have you ever
wondered why

you're always the
only man for the job?

It's just a few days.
That's all I need.

There are hundreds
and thousands of soldiers

hurling themselves
up those beaches,

but Frank Winter
thinks he's the only man

who can save
the world alone.

You know Glen
warned me about this.

In 1939, you thought
you were the only man

who could set
this ball rolling.

Now in 1944,
you're the only one

who can stand
in its way.

This time it's different.

You know, I'm not gonna chauffeur
you back up that hill.

You want it so bad,
you can hitchhike.

I apologize.

Big doin's today.

Y'all finished or
you want something more?

That, uh...

that Model A
you got out there.

It says there's
a contest.

Will it get me
as far as New Mexico?

Jesus, Frank.

All you gotta do to win it
is beat Red's own record

for eating Texas red chili.

But I should warn you...
No one's ever done it,

and the Chili's two bucks
if you lose.

Well, since yesterday
I was starving to death.

I kinda like my chances.

All right.

Papa, Sonny,
bucket of Texas Red.

Comm' fight up, Mama.

You had no right to
keep a secret that big.

I had no choice.

Because you took an oath?

You broke every rule in the
Army handbook except one.

What does that make me? The
exception that proves the rule?

Is Red human?

No, sir.
That's him right there...

a Berkshire hog.

Here are the latest
details as we now grasp them.

While landing along the beaches
of France continue even now,

dodging enemy fire
along the shore,

Prime Minister Churchill
informed the House of Commons...

Lady of Norfolk
had a baby this morning.

Called her "Dee Day."

Spelled D-e-e Day.

Ain't that cute?

Naming your daughter
after a land war?

It's adorable.

You're not as chatty
as the last mail girl.

How did you
get in here?

Spycraft.

I told the janitor
I was your cousin.

I have one aunt.

I'm pretty sure
she's a virgin.

You've been listening
to the news?

I have bigger news.

For us, anyway.

- Charlie Isaacs is gunning for Oppenheimer's job.
- What?

Yeah, Frank was
just the warm-up act.

Now he's got Oppie
in his crosshairs.

You remember what
happened to Julius Caesar

on the Ides of March?

No, I only read
the first 10 pages.

Charlie thinks that he can
win the war by himself.

He pulled me and Fritz in
to make his case for him.

Well... then make it.

What?

This is good for us.

If Charlie Isaacs
overthrows Oppenheimer,

it sets the schedule
back, right?

- I guess so.
- The longer that it takes anyone

to deliver a weapon,
the less chance anyone has

of dropping it over a city full
of kids before the war is over.

You wanna save lives, right?

So talk Charlie into it.

Uh, you are
not Gretchen.

Two doors down.

Sorry.

We have to set
some ground rules.

We can't be seen
like this.

Well... so, what?

We just pass notes
in the hall?

Like grade school?

We have to limit
our contact.

If... if anyone asks,
we, um...

we had a one-night stand.

It was a bad match.

Hmm.

Though since we are...

bending the rules.

This could be our last
hurrah for a while.

- Stop.
- Why?

Because we're cousins?

Don't be
an altar boy, Jim.

I am the only one on the Hill
that knows what you really are.

And you're the only one
who knows what I am.

And if I wasn't?

Does it really matter?

They're not gonna
let you back on the Hill.

You think it was hard
getting out?

I have to try.

I'll take you to the
bottom of the Hill.

But I go no further.

There's no question our
efficiency takes a nosedive

when Oppenheimer
is off campus.

89% of targets met
to 81% when he's away.

But if, God forbid,
we lost him entirely,

we'd hit zero.
Zilch.

Oppenheimer is the reason
we have Triple A priority.

You think
we'd slip to AA-1?

AA-2. We wouldn't have the
metals or the machine tools

that we'd need to build
a prototype until 1946.

If we have any chance of hitting
our targets, we need Oppie.

We need him
on the Hill full-time.

And never mind what happens
if the Germans accelerate.

Yeah, but that's not
accounting for Stan Musial.

Do you remember, uh,

remember last year
when the Cardinals

lost Enos Slaughter
to the service?

Yeah, of course.
I'm from St. Louis.

Right. Everybody thought
you guys were cooked.

But you put Musial
in right field

and you won the pennant
by 18 games.

Now, we're all assuming that no
one can replace Oppenheimer,

but what if we had a Musial,

someone equal
to Oppenheimer or better?

For all we know, we could
be testing by March.

But the Cards
still lost the series.

By moving Musial to right,

they had no one to
replace him in left.

I mean, maybe if Frank was still
here, you would have a case,

- but otherwise...
- This stays between us.

I need to speak
with Dr. Oppenheimer now.

Can you get him
on the phone, please?

No. But I can
get you a map.

Why didn't you
tell me you were back?

Is Kitty asking for me?

Everyone's asking for you.

The two divisions insist on meeting
with you before they split,

and the Munitions Board
won't raise urgency standings

without your sign-off.

Also, apparently,
I pissed off

Judge Clements
of Santa Fe County.

Clements. You should
invite him to my stable.

He loves gelding horses.

I don't mean horses
that have been gelded.

He loves the specific act
of gelding a horse.

Jesus. Do you
hear yourself?

It's one thing to play
the oriental sage,

it's another
to smoke the opium.

Do we have a problem,
Dr. Isaacs?

You were here nine days
in all of May.

None in June.

I can't do my job

when I'm doing yours.

Don't you want my job?

That's what everyone thinks,
including my wife,

but they're wrong.

I-I want you
to want your job.

This is where
it will happen...

your test.

Where the caldera opens up
and swallows the world.

It's your test, Robert.

So, that's it. You're,
uh, really walking away?

I'll be alerting General Groves
that you are my successor.

No, I don't accept.

It's D-day.

75,000 American soldiers

are throwing themselves
into enemy fire,

and you're abandoning ship.

You think Overlord wouldn't have
happened without Eisenhower?

You're wrong.

"Great men"?

Pasteboard masks.

I know you were
in San Francisco.

Take a mistress.
What do I care?

Take a whole harem if it
gets you through the day.

But you have got
to get through the day.

Oh, to finish the gadget?

So that we win the war?

Then lord it over
our allies in peace.

Wave it under Stalin's nose
if he gets rowdy.

That sounds pretty Red.

- Careful, Charlie.
- This woman, whoever she is,

she's a Communist,
isn't she?

She's planting ideas
in your head.

Her name is Jean.

Look, I haven't been
perfect, either.

I was with another woman,
I cared about her,

but... but I have a family.

- So you ended it.
- Yes, I ended it.

If that was
in your power,

then you have no early
idea how I feel.

King George
will be on the air

with a special
Invasion Day message at 3:00.

Throughout
the country,

states and cities are in the process

of issuing their own
D-Day proclamations.

Many churches...

What do you think of Winnifred?
"Win" for short.

A triumphant name
for a postwar baby.

It was Joey's idea.
Like "Winnie the Pooh."

- You had a long day.
- I was with Robert.

He's back.
What did he say?

You were right.

He wants me
to take over.

I knew it.

Charlie,
I'm so proud of you.

Abby, there's
nothing to celebrate.

You are worse
than my father.

If it were up to him,
he'd be selling hats

out of the back
of a truck on Route 60.

But, luckily, my mother had a
little more faith in his product.

For the millionth time...

I'm not
a businessman.

Well, no, but you have the
best products on the market...

- Your brain.
- For Christ's sake, my brain

can't requisition
B-29 bombers, Abby.

Or keep Senator Truman
and his cronies

from shutting off
the money tap.

Only Oppenheimer
can do that.

Well, if Robert thinks
that you can steer the project...

I don't think he cares
if I steer the project

right into the Rio Grande.

This is bad, Abby.

- Okay.
- Without Oppenheimer,

his connections,
the game's over.

Well... well, then
we have to change his mind.

We can't do anything.

You think we're
some kind of a team

just 'cause you know
about the gadget?

I just spent the last hour
in the middle of nowhere

wasting my breath trying to
convince the man to stay.

Well...

Maybe you're
wasting your breath

on the wrong person.

If that's true, someone
has to do something.

Your attention, please.

Today's Allied
casualty list.

The thought of all those boys
cut down in their prime.

You know, Clark Gable enlisted
after his wife's plane crashed.

Yes.

Uh, he... he was
very good in "Boom Town."

Hello?

Hello.

Am I speaking with the
lady of the house?

This is, uh, Doris Lombard
with "Redbook Magazine."

Well, I'm
the only one here.

I suppose that
makes me the lady.

Unmarried. Perfect.

We are conducting
a survey

what the modern girl
looks for in a man.

May I have your name
and initial?

My name is Jean.
Initial

What a sensible name.

Now, do you have
a gentleman,

or do you prefer
to play the field?

There's no field,

just 3,000 miles
between conjugal visits.

Sounds like a strain.

How do you keep
the fireplace stoked

with this... gentleman?

We talk on the telephone.

Sometimes we
swallow each other whole.

Don't you ever worry he
might be stepping out on you?

I know he is with his wife.

Oh, a married man.
That's risky.

You're hovering.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry to come by
at a time like this.

It's about Robert.

I'm four centimeters dilated

and he's packing
his steamer trunks.

What else do you
want to know?

Please. I need you
to reason with him.

He won't listen to me.

He tried to
murder a man once.

Did you know that?

His physics tutor
at Cambridge.

He was upset over a paper,

so he dipped an apple in cyanide
and left it on the man's desk.

Like Snow White.

- That's...
- Certifiable?

She makes him look like
the model of mental health.

Jean is out of her mind

and that's why
he can't resist her.

You want me
to reason with him?

For five years I have been
my husband's straightjacket,

and he's finally
slipped out of it.

What about your reputation?

Don't you worry about what
might happen if word got out?

I try not to associate
with the kind of people

who value reputations.

Well, what about
your gentleman friend?

Don't you think the affair
might affect his career?

This isn't a survey,
is it?

I know what you are.

Seducing him
with pornographic sonnets

and Freudian nonsense.

Who is this?

He's about to have
another child,

and you want to rip him
away from his family.

What do you mean
"another child"?

Oh. Of course
he didn't tell you.

I mean,
he lies to his wife,

why shouldn't he
lie to you?

Is this Kitty?

He doesn't love you.

You're just a rag.

You are nothing.

And you will never
see my husband again.

They just opened the doors
and let him walk out.

Well, it's okay.
I know where he's going.

I'll call you back.

Dr. Oppenheimer
is leaving his wife

for a Communist
in San Francisco.

Jean Tatlock.

You knew.

Did you know that he's
abandoning the project for her?

Tendering his resignation,
effective immediately.

Cost to the schedule
if he leaves.

Three months lost
at least.

Assuming the Magpie intelligence
is right, that's the ball game.

By next summer Washington,
D.C.'s a crater,

and, uh, Heisenberg's on the
cover of "Time" magazine.

We have to do something.

We?

Well, you said
no one can replace him.

Or conscript him.

He works on the project
voluntarily.

His wife says
the woman is sick.

The state of California must have
ordinances for that sort of thing.

Couldn't you lock her up
for her own safety?

Oppenheimer is a master
of bureaucracy.

He'd simply wave
a magic pen.

Right. I... I'm not telling
you how to do your job.

I'm just telling you that
there's a job to be done.

Frank Winter was a problem.
We made him disappear.

Liquid diffusion can enrich
the feedstock for K-25.

As you can see,
Dr. Hogarth,

it's our best chance
at rapid enrichment.

Yeah, that's just
a stopgap.

Um, my proposal is
to skip Alpha stage

and move directly to the
Beta track of the calutron.

Still a long way from
overcoming the uranium problem.

But it's competent work from
the groundlings in the pit.

I think you'll see if you examine
my detailed calculations...

Very tedious all this is.
I have no doubt.

But I was intrigued
by a third proposal

that came across my desk.

Yeah. Apologies. I'll,
um, happily return those

to their proper owner.

I believe her name
was Eloise.

You spent a... an evening
with young Eloise

on top of my desk?

She said that you'd
given her the night off.

Wouldn't want
a girl to starve.

Hope it's not
a firing offense.

Oh, God, Crosley.

Congratulations, Paul.

I've decided you will be
the Site X liaison.

What?

This is K-6. Outside
line to San Francisco.

Douglas 8522.

Hello?

Is this Douglas 8522?

Who's calling?

Put Jean on the phone.

Inspector?

This is Inspector Dunn,
SFPD.

I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

There's been an incident.

Tell Callie I'll call her
as soon as I can.

You know...

it wasn't because
of some Army code.

That's not why I didn't tell
you what we were building.

It was because I knew
what you would say.

You'd have probably
talked me out of it

before we crossed
the Pennsylvania border.

I'd have tried.

I am sorry.

I had no right to make a choice
that big for the both of us.

So, now it's your choice.

If you think that we should
go to Princeton, we'll go.

We'll go right now.

Abby.

Frank.

They told me...

I-I thought you were dead.

They “ed.