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[ wind howling ]

—

[ man speaking on radio ]

Man on radio: — On the eve
of another Independence Day,

— let us all remember

— the price of the freedom we enjoy.

— Along with those who have
made the ultimate sacrifice,

— 113 local boys are unaccounted
for in the Pacific theater.

— They include Private James Daryl of Bloomfield.

— Private Stuart Danforth of Bloomfield.

— Lance Corporal Francis R. Peabody.

— Private Hugo Bunker.

— Corporal George Higgins. Private First Class…

[ radio broadcast continues ]

— Son of a bitch.

— That’s got to be north.

— Right ?

— They said it would be just like Cambridge.

— Harvard with sand.

— Daddy’s offer still stands.

— It’s a good job, Charles.
— It’s a sales job.

— God forbid.

— You’d think a PhD was a vow of poverty.

— You know, business is a science.

— The recruiter said I could be the next Enrico Fermi.

— He’s like the Betty Grable of physics.

— Well, no one ever heard of him.

— Think of anyone heard of Galileo in 1590 ?

— I bet Galileo knew how to read a road map.

[ Chuckles ]

— Yeah, that’s north.

— Joey, come on.

— ♪ — Get right church and let’s go home — ♪ —

— ♪ — Get right church and let’s go home — ♪ —

— ♪ — Get right church — ♪ —

— ♪ — Get right church — ♪ —

— ♪ — Get right church and let’s go home — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’m going home on
the morning train — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’m going home on
the morning train — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’m going home — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’m going home — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’m going home on
the morning train — ♪ —

— ♪ — Evening train may be too late — ♪ —

— ♪ — Well, well, that eve… — ♪ —

— Stay in the car.

Man: — Next car, move up.
— Honey, stay in the car, okay ?

— Excuse me. Hi.

— The circus in town ?

— Just where is everybody going ?

— PO box 1663.

— What’s the place called ?
— It ain’t.

— No name, no street signs.

— Welcome to nowhere.

— All right.

[ Chuckling ]

[ phone ringing ] [ Radio chatter ]

— Charlie, this doesn’t look like Cambridge.

Glen: — You can’t work in your
office like everybody else ?

— Our group’s on the chopping block

— and you’re out till dawn
playing putt-putt in the desert.

Frank: — What makes a golf ball fly ?

— Compression. The club hits the ball,

— the rubber core compresses, the ball sails.

Glen: — We’re not talking about rubber.

— We’re talking about solid metal.

— TNT yields pressures of 100,000 atmospheres.

— We can supercompress the core of the bomb.

— Higher density, less plutonium.

[ Chuckles ]

— Oh, you son of a bitch.

[ Music playing over P.A. ]

— Someone invented pie crust in a box ?

— How is that not on the cover of “The New York Times”.

— The computers will need to stay all night.

— And we’ll need some equipment.

— Some IBM machines for the hydrodynamics.

— I’ll be right back.

— So is this all you got for corn ?

— Yeah, we’re cleared out for the 4th of July.

— Shipment’s due from El Paso next Tuesday.

— We can’t grow our own corn on the Hill ?

— You know the Indians have been
planting maize out here for 5,000 years.

— Army policy. The ground’s no good.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, for heaven’s sake.

— Rangeland soil is full of potassium.

— Ma’am, I’m sure your husband’s
got a brain the size of Kansas,

— but that ring on your finger
doesn’t make you a scientist.

— No, four years at Barnard

— and a PhD in botany do.

— I missed dinner.

— And breakfast.

— You know, most women would kill
for a night off from their husbands.

— Most women know what their husbands do at the office.

— I’m not most women.

— You certainly are not.

— You’ve had a good night.

— I’ll be home later.

— I promise.

— This line gets longer every day.

[ Horn honks ]

— Got your pass ?

— Colonel’s clamping down on security.

— Probably got the MPs going through our trash at night.

— Here we go. Thank you.

Soldier: — All right, thank you.
— Okay.

— Would it kill you to say thank you ?

Frank: — We need to start from scratch.

— We’ll rebuild the math from the ground up.

— And we’ll need a bigger
staff, Glen… like 15, 20 guys.

— Where the hell are you going ?
— I’m gonna run it upstairs.

— No, whoa. Hey, whoa.

— You can’t just waltz into Oppenheimer’s office

— with some chicken scratches on a cocktail napkin.

— Morning, gentlemen.
— Hey, good morning.

— Akley, he wipes his ass and calls it a design.

— Army writes him a check with six zeros.

— Reed Akley shaves every day.

— The only thing cleaner than his face is his math.

— Well, it’s too clean.

— There’s something wrong with Akley’s bomb.

— Forget Thin Man, okay ? Forget Akley.

— 100 American kids have been buried

— since the last time we walked through that gate.

— By tomorrow morning, there’ll be 100 more.

— And you want me to slow down ?

— Of course not.

— We’ve spent six months in the woodshed

— living off table scraps.

— We both know our design is better than Akley’s.

— But if you go in there to
persuade Oppenheimer half-cocked,

— it’s finished.

— Was that Frank Winter ?

— Yeah.

— I submitted my thesis to the Princeton
physics journal when he was the editor.

— Six peer reviewers backed it for publication.

— He rejected it.
— Well, don’t take it personally.

— He probably didn’t even read it.

— He work for Dr. Akley too ?

[ Chuckles ] No.

— No, he’s got a band of misfits
working on an alternate design.

— Design for what ?

— Forget Winter’s group.

— They’re the farm league, Charlie.

— You’re joining the New York Yankees.

— The white badge is your key to the castle.

— Only scientists and army brass get them.

— Steno girls are allowed in the
building, but they don’t know squat.

— Gis barely know what state they’re in.

— They all read your paper.

— Passed it around like a Tijuana bible.

— You’re looking at the best
equipped lab in the country.

— Two Van de Graaff accelerators, our own cyclotron,

— and the finest computers money can buy.

— Computers, this is the youngest
buck who ever won the Forbes Prize.

— Say hello to Charlie Isaacs.

Women: — Hi, Charlie.

— No lying down on the job, girls.

— We’ll need you to answer some questions.

— Everybody on the project’s
got to have security clearance.

— What is the project ? They still haven’t told me.

— I’ll leave that to Dr. Akley
once we have your commitment.

— How do I know what I’m committing to ?

— Charlie.

— This is Shangri-La.

— We’ve got the highest combined
IQ of any town in America

— and more Jews than Babylon.

— You’ll be wined and dined by the US Army

— until Hitler and the Japs say uncle.

— Who knows how long that’ll be ?

— Well, that all depends on us.

— Say Oppenheimer picks Akley’s design over ours.

— It’s still possible they’ll keep
us around, right, as a backup plan ?

— If a career falls in the desert
and there’s no one there to hear it,

— does it make a sound ?

— Frank will figure something out.

— Oh, come on. We’re wasting our time.

— Akley’s got a staff of 600 on Thin Man.

— We’ve got six chaps. One of them’s a girl.

[ laughs ]

— You’re late !

— This was yesterday.

— This is tomorrow.

— Now, the math here is simple. Only one variable matters.

— Time.

— It’s gonna take a year to produce
enough plutonium to make Akley’s bomb.

— But with a supercompressed core,

— I think we can shave a week
off that timeline, maybe longer.

— Now, the army still hasn’t decided

— which design they’re gonna back yet,

— but they’re going to any day now,

— and before they do, we need to prove how much time

— our model is gonna save them.

— And Oppenheimer is leaving for DC tomorrow.

Glen: — So if we want to keep this group intact,

— we’re gonna have to get some hard numbers in his hands

— before he gets on that plane.

— Yeah, we’re gonna miss dinner again, aren’t we ?

Sid: — Fritz.
Paul: — So we’re gonna scrap three months

— of work for the chance that we
can save the army one week ?

— Somewhere in Germany, Hitler’s
got a town just like this one

— full of scientists hungrier than you.

— That week we save could be the week that matters.

[ Dulled sound ]

[ paper rustling ]

— Yoo-hoo. Hello. [ Knocks ]

— We’re not snooping.

— Hello.

— We’re the welcome wagon.

— This is Fay and Dot and I’m Rose Akley.

— Abby.
— Her husband is your husband’s boss.

— Oh ! Oh, um…

— Technically Reed is your husband’s boss’s boss.

— But we don’t stand on ceremony, do we, ladies ?

[ Music blaring ]

— Thin walls.

— ♪ — I’m gonna tell who threw
the whiskey in the well — ♪ —

— ♪ — In the well — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’m gonna tell who threw
the whiskey in the well — ♪ —

— ♪ — In the well — ♪ —

— ♪ — When you kneel down
on your knees… — ♪ —

Fay: — She’s built like a sparrow.

— You think she’s packed enough shoes ?

Rose: — What church are you ? Lutheran ? Methodist ?

— Physicist.

— Charlie’s god is Albert Einstein.

— You’re lucky with a toddler.

— They ration the Indians.

— You’ll jump straight to the front of the line.

— Just watch out the help doesn’t
smoke your husband’s peace pipe.

— Don’t tell my Walter.

— If the men can keep secrets,
we’re entitled to a few of our own.

— What do you mean ?

— Oh, you know, what they do behind their fences.

— What are the men building ?

— I hear they’re building submarines
and floating them down the Rio Grande.

— Fay !

— They look like little convicts.

— Head lice.

[ Explosion ]

— What was that ?
— You’re gonna love it here, really.

[ Explosions ]

— Supercompression. Why didn’t I think of that ?

— ’Cause Frank’s smarter than you by a factor of 14.

— Not that it matters. Akley’s gonna win the war.

— He’ll probably win the Nobel Prize.

— We’ll still be crunching numbers.

— Here, look at this.

— Crosley, Fedowitz, Liao, Meeks,
Prins, you need to come with us.

— If this is about the colonel’s
horse, I had nothing to do with it.

— Recognize this ? Came out of your file cabinet.

— There’s pages missing.

— Somebody better call Interpol.

— You familiar with the Espionage Act ?

— Whoever lawfully or unlawfully having access to

— or being entrusted with any document…

— Whoa, whoa. Espionage ?

— No more wisecracks ?

— You hear the one about the Chink in the electric chair ?

— What the hell’s going on ?
— That’s what we’d like to find out, sir.

— We believe a member of your group is stealing secrets.

[ Sighs ] Get out.

— Dr. Winter, G-2 has credible intelligence that one…

— All I’ve seen from the G-2 is an
incredible lack of intelligence.

— They haven’t even told you what
you’re doing here, have they ?

— Do you have any idea what you are looking at ?

— Sir, we’re not here to debate science.

Frank: — That’s not science.

— That’s the property of the government
of the United States of America.

— Our work is so classified,

— the vice president doesn’t know we exist.

— As far as he’s concerned, the Manhattan Project

— is a leaky tunnel on the IRT.

— And yet you’re gonna stand there, Sergeant First Class,

— with your J-3 security clearance

— and you’re gonna talk to me about protocol ?

— You could be court-martialed for just opening that file.

— This isn’t finished.

[ All shouting ] — I don’t have time for this shit.

— And neither do you, not today.

[ Pipes rattling ]

[ sighs ]

[ pipes rattling ]

[ explosion ]

— You’re crooked.
— Oh.

— Thank you.

— Dr. Akley.

— “A New Approach to Nuclear Cosmology.”

— I wish I’d written it.

— I have not seen real bourbon since Pearl Harbor.

— Well, I got friends in high places.

— It’s called a signing bonus.

— Charlie Isaacs,

— tell me why you’re here.

— Sir ?

— You drove 2,000 miles.

— You uprooted your family to a state

— with more cattle than people.

— What do you want ?

— To serve my country. I tried to enlist.

— Flat feet.

— Yeah, well, I think we can put your skills to better use.

— We’re waging a war of ideas.

— Now, this war will be fought on the battlefield,

— but make no mistake that peace
will be won with brains, not brawn.

— Now, forget about code breaking.

— Forget about meteorology, optics…

— You’re building an atomic bomb.

— We prefer to call it a gadget.

— I walk most of the new boys through the math,

— they still don’t see it.

— I was told I’d be working in a radar lab.

— Well, I’m sorry for the smoke and mirrors.

— We can’t exactly advertise.

— Dean Everett at Harvard

— says you’re the quickest
study he’s seen in years.

— He also says you want to help your people.

— I understand you have family in Poland.

— A bomb like that… gadget…

— the burn radius would be miles wide.

— The gamma rays alone would be…

— Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

— You can grow old and die writing white papers

— on field quantization.

— 100 savants will read your work,

— maybe 10 will understand it.

— Or you can join my team

— and you can watch the apple fall with Newton.

[ dulled sound ]

[ high-pitched ringing ]

— Go home. Go have dinner with your wife.

— We need to finish running these numbers.

— Leave that to the peanut gallery.

— I mean it. If this job kills you,

— Liza is gonna kill me.

Liza: — You’re not gonna believe
this. The water went out again.

— They better fix it before tomorrow.

— July 4th.

— Frank, half the Hill is gonna be in our backyard

— and you know how they like to drink.

— This is not the best week.

— Well, I didn’t set the date.

— Take it up with Thomas Jefferson.

— Frank.

— Did you know people like to
socialize on Independence Day ?

— They like to stand around in the
backyard and eat grilled meats

— and listen to John Philip Sousa. Gracias.

— And tomorrow, for one night,

— we’re going to pretend we have a normal life.

— You in the kitchen is the definition of abnormal.

— But in the spirit of independence…

— No.
— No what ?

— No, you can’t go to school in New York.

— But New York is the center of the world.

— Yes, it is.

— The world of cigarettes and premarital sex.

— Apparently, Callie has sent in an
application to the Chapin School.

— Dad, Anna Roosevelt went there.

— They have state-of-the-art science labs,

— it’s right next door to the Metropolitan Museum.

— Seven million people live in New York.

— It’s the most densely populated city in America.

— Right on the Eastern Seaboard.

Callie: — And ?

— And the army would never let you go.

— So I’m just supposed to stay here in this prison camp ?

— Get knocked up by one of the guards ?

— Oh, don’t be vulgar.

— Why are we even here ?

— Everything is a secret !

— It’s Kafkaesque !

[ Door slams ]

— Well, at least she’s reading.

— We’ve been working forever.

— Barely made a dent. These are for you.

— What’s the over-under on how much
time we’ll shave off Thin Man ?

— I got a Mars Bar that says 10 days.

— You honestly think we’re gonna outflank Reed Akley

— and a staff of 600 by 10 days ?

— No, honestly, I think we’re gonna beat them by 20,

— but I’m spineless, so my money’s on 10.

— Honestly, my money’s on it doesn’t matter

— ’cause we’re never gonna finish by morning.

— Here.

— Whoa. Nylons ?

[ Fritz laughs ] — Yeah, he steals
them from the storage annex.

— What the hell do you want with ladies’ nylons ?

— They’re rationed.
— And ?

— Girls love them. Girls can’t get ’em.

— I spread the wealth, they spread their legs.

— We need reinforcements.

— We’ve got to have the calculations by tomorrow.

— You are our only hope.
— We’re punched out for the night.

— We can pay you.

— Crosley.

[ Women gasp ]

— Great.
— All right.

— Oh, great. Fantastic.

— Thank you.

— Hi, my name’s Fritz.

— That’s for you. Hi. Fritz.

— Hi, you can call me Fritz.

[ Music playing ]

[ music continues ] [ Sighs ]

— I give up.

— This chrysanthemum, it’s supposed to be white.

— So it’s a hybrid.

— Did you know

— that we’re not allowed to grow produce on the Hill ?

— Must be something to do with the soil.

— Well, sometimes a flower is just a flower.

— Don’t go and work.

— Well, I have to finish some things.

— What things ?

— When it’s over, we will go anywhere you want.

— We’ll find a desert island, play Adam and Eve.

— Good night.

[ Horn blares ] — Watch it, buddy.

[ Honking ] — Get out of the way !

[ Music blaring ]

— Abby ?

— Charlie, what on earth ? It’s this one.

— This one. Come inside.

— I was about to call the police,

— but, you know, there’s no telephone in this place.

— Shh.

— This is Daddy’s brand. You can’t get this anymore.

— You can if your work’s got triple-A priority.

— Shh ! Are you drunk ?

— Oh, shit. [ Thuds ]

— Charlie ? [ Urinating ]

— It’s the whole street.

— You know how many people live in Berlin ?

— Men, women, kids ?

— I wrote a letter to my father.

— I said you’d think about his offer.

— Oh, Jesus, Abby. This is what I am.

— You are a loving father to our son.

— And you are my handsome husband.

— Take off your nightgown.

— Charlie.

— Joey’s out cold. He won’t hear us.

— It’s not Joey I’m worried about.

— Oh, give them something to put in our FBI file.

— Hmm ?

[ Chuckles ] — Hmm ?

— Come on.

[ Dulled ] — ♪ — I just want
to be the one you love — ♪ —

— ♪ — And with your admission — ♪ —

— ♪ — That you feel the same — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’ll have reached the
goal I’m dreaming of — ♪ —

— ♪ — Believe me — ♪ —

— ♪ — I don’t want to set the world
on fire… — ♪ — [ high-pitched ringing ]

[ bubbling ]

[ high-pitched ringing ]

[ sounds stop ]

[ explosion ]

— No ! No !

[ Gasps ] [ Heartbeat pounding ]

— Whatever it is, Frank, you can tell me.

— I can’t.

— Does the ringing in your ears increase with stress ?

— No.

— Some of the men find it helpful
to speak with the chaplain.

— And they’re not all religious.

— We give chloral hydrate for sleep disorders.

— I can write you a script.

— But if you’ll take a word of advice…

— I’ll take the pills.

[ Clicking ]

— Nothing to worry about.

[ Wind blowing ]

— This wind’s gonna blow us all the way to Kansas.

— There’s no place like home.

— How many drunken physicists

— do you reckon we can cram into that shack ?

— Lo siento.

— Let’s take it inside.

[ French music playing ]
— There we go, right there.

— Whoa.

[ French music continues ]

[ Joey babbles ]

Joey: — Mommy, my head itches.

— I’m tired.

— We need copies for Oppenheimer so he can sell it in DC.

— Where are we on the numbers ?

— Still at it and we’re running out of nylons.

Man: — All right, let’s
go. Outside, right now.

— Leave everything where it is.

— Touch nothing.

Man #2: — I’ll get it.

— What the hell is going on ?

— They’re arresting Bill Timchak.

— Some files turned up in his dorm room.

— They can do that ?
— All right, let’s move.

— They’ve got tanks. They can do whatever they like.

— Colonel’s collecting scalps.

— Word is he’s just getting started.

— Don’t tell me. They arrested the computers.

[ Chuckles ]

— Frank, I made a mistake.

— I, uh…

— I screwed up.

— I swear to God I am not a spy. You know me.

— It’s the X-ray studies.

— You said it was my best work.

— What the hell did you do ?

— I’ve got a kid back in Oakland.

— Gracie.

— She’s sick and her meds cost a fortune.

— I just thought when we all go back
home, I could sell the patents.

— They’re gonna figure that out.

— You got to help me out, Frank.

— Talk to the colonel. Explain why I took ’em.

— You stole secrets from the United States Army.

— You really think the colonel’s
gonna stick around for a chitchat ?

— So what are you gonna do ?

— I’m gonna burn them.

— They can’t touch you if they don’t have proof.

— You got to get me transferred. Send me to Chicago.

— Or Site X. Christ, Frank, I’ve got a family.

— Then act like it ! You want to protect them ?

— You go out there and do your
goddamn job like the rest of us.

[ High-pitched ringing ]

[ sounds echoing ]

[ woman speaking German ]

Woman #2: — Two, one. [ Explosion ]

[ bell ringing ]

[ lullaby playing ]

[ voices whispering ]

[ lullaby distorting ]

[ vomiting ]

— Colonel Cox wants to see you.

— I’m not holding office hours today.

— Now.

— This can’t be right. Did you remember to check the…

— It’s right.

Cox: — One of your boys stole
classified files. I’d like a name.

Frank: — So you can stick him in
a hole till the end of the war ?

— I have a brother in the 4th Marine Raiders

— in the Solomon Islands who
wants to come home to his family.

— I knew nine men on the USS
Arizona who won’t get that chance.

— Our enemy crawled out of a cave
on the other side of this Earth

— and attacked us on our own
soil, and they’ll do it again.

— We will not hand them the tools.

— There’s a leak in this lab.

— Someone’s been smuggling
tactical schematics off the Hill.

— There is no spy in my group.

— You think Bill Timchak was a spy ?

— He’s an example. We live in a world of consequences.

— Must be lonely out there in the boondocks.

— No resources, no recognition for your group.

— We’re not here for the recognition.

— I got a shipment in this morning.

— 10 state-of-the-art IBM machines.

— You think I’d horse-trade a member of my own team ?

— Paucos immolamus ad servandos multos.

— We sacrifice the few to save the many.

[ Knocks ]

— 12 days ?
— 12 weeks !

— Hey, Dolores. I just need two minutes of his time.

— Dr. Oppenheimer doesn’t have an opening until the 18th.

— It’ll just take…
— It’ll have to wait till he’s back from DC.

— He’s already down in the car.

— I’ll ride with him. That’ll do.
— No, Frank.

— Thanks, Dolores.
— Frank, there’s…

Frank: — We can cut 12
weeks off Akley’s timeline.

— I thought we were going to the airport.

— Lamy train depot.

— General’s seen fit to ground me.

— It’s too dangerous to fly. Isn’t that right, Tommy ?

— It’s very touching, their concern for my health.

— It’s been road-tested and triple-checked, Robert.

— If you’ll just give me some IBM machines

— and 30 more men,

— I can have the hydrodynamics
worked out in the next month.

— This country, the Valles Caldera…

— We call it a desert, but it’s a crematorium.

— The mesas, all of it… fallout from a volcano

— that exploded a million and a half years ago.

— Someday it’ll detonate again, and everything you see

— will be buried.

— Just a question of time.

— There are forces beyond our control.

— The United States Army is one of them.

— Your group’s going to be dissolved, Frank.

— What ?

— We’re building Akley’s bomb.

— The ship has sailed.
— Well, turn it around.

— This war chews up four American kids every hour.

— I just handed you 8,000 lives.

— Man is made by his belief.

— As he believes, so he is.

— The army believes in the Thin Man.

— I don’t give a shit about the army.

— That’s your mistake.

— Tommy.

— What about you, Robert ?

— What do you believe ?

— I believe the world is on fire.

— And the Thin Man’s our chance to put it out.

— You’ll report directly to Akley.

— Hey !

— Hey, wait ! That’s my equipment.

[ Door closes ]

— Glen, what the hell is this ?

— Got my dishonorable discharge.

— Colonel’s shipping me off-site.

— No. We’ll go over his head.

— It’s not just me.

— It’s the whole group.

— I’ll call the Secretary of War.

— I’ll tell him our work is vital
to the success of this project.

— Frank. Frank.

— You were the best student I ever had.

— And you know

— that I would back you to the edge of the Earth.

— But I think we just fell off it.

[ Radio playing ]

— Abby, what the hell did you do to Joey’s hair ?

— They are reading our mail.

— What ?
— All the children have head lice

— and they are reading our mail.

— He’s three years old. He can barely read his name.

— I mailed this yesterday. A private letter

— from me to my father and they made notes in the margin.

— Who did ?
— I don’t know who.

— Spies, the army, I don’t know.
— Abigail.

— This place, these people, they are all crazy.

— We cannot… I will not stay.
— You’re hysterical.

— I can’t even tell him where we live.

— I can’t even tell him that our house is painted green.

— It’ll take some adjustment, that’s all.

— No, we are going back to Brookline
and we can stay with my parents.

— No, we are not going anywhere !

— Listen to me. This is our home.

— I made a commitment. It is done.

— We’re here till the end of the war.

— Shit.

— It’s the altitude.

— Charlie, please, why in God’s name would we stay here ?

— Okay.

— What I’m about to tell you

— is highly classified.

[ Music blaring ]

[ Music playing ]

[ chatter, laughter ]

— Hey, how are we doing ? Coming through.

— Oh ! Sorry.

— I knew you wouldn’t let a little wind spoil your party.

— We’ll make a housewife out of you yet, Liza Winter.

— I look forward to that, Rose.

— Where’s your husband ?

— I’m afraid that’s above my security clearance.

— Excuse me.

— Take it through there.

— I finally get used to the desert air,

— then they send me off to Site W

— to study the effects of alpha particles

— on salmon reproduction.

— Fish sex.

— Well, it beats the Chickasaw Ordnance Works.

— They’re shipping my ass off to Tennessee.

— I told my mother I got a promotion.

— Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pace yourself there, Seabiscuit.

— Jesus, this is a 15-year-old scotch.

— The man of the hour.

— Hello, ladies. How are you ?

— Where have you been ?

— I have half the PhDs in America

— eating canapés in our front room.

— Get rid of them.

— What ?

— Cancel the party.

— Did something happen at work ?

— Work is fine.

— We made a deal when we came here.

— I would never ask you questions

— unless I absolutely needed answers

— and you would never lie to me.

— And I haven’t.

— Frank.

— Do you remember when I presented that paper

— on the purple orchid ?

— Orchis mascula.

— It lives on three continents.

— Sun or shade,

— from Spain to Siberia,

— it can survive almost anywhere.

— But it can’t survive alone.

— It’s got a partner.

— It attaches itself to the roots of the orchid.

— It’s called a mycorrhiza.

— And they make up their own little ecosystem.

— If you cut off that communication,

— the orchid just shuts down.

— We had our own ecosystem.

— The two of us.

— You’re not a flower.

— We’re not talking about me, Frank.

— I’m protecting our family.

— From what ?

— I hear you all had fun last night.

[ Women laugh ]

— Your husband must be important
to rate a place on Snob Hollow.

— I’d live in a wigwam if it would
help them build it any faster.

— Build what ?

— Your husband told you something.

— Oh…
— Well, don’t hold out.

— They call it the gadget.

— It’s a very complicated radar system

— that can spot one of Hitler’s warplanes

— from the other side of the world.

— There’s no telling how many
lives they’re going to save.

[ Tray clangs ]

— Conclusive proof,

— Orientals cannot hold their drink.

— All right, why don’t you sit this one out, buddy ?

— You people, you got your heads in the sand.

— You send your kids to school right next to it.

— Lie to your wives about it.
[ Fireworks exploding ]

— You don’t like fireworks ?

— Bombs bursting in air ? Nah, not much.

— You read a paper of mine.

— “New Approach to Nuclear Cosmology.”

— Right.
— Your approach wasn’t…

— new.

— The judges of the Forbes Prize didn’t see a problem.

— They wouldn’t.

— You know, after you rejected my paper,

— I read everything you ever published.

— You’ll do fine.

— You’re Akley’s new toy, right ?

— Can I ask you something ?

— What about the next war ?

— What happens when Stalin’s got one ?

— China ?

— The Shah of Iran.

— You know the story of the golem ?

— A rabbi wanted to protect the Jews of Prague,

— so he built an automaton out of mud,

— brought it to life.

— First the golem kills the enemies of the Jews.

— Then it turns on Jews themselves.

— See, he couldn’t control it.

— He’d built Frankenstein’s monster.

— You been to Prague lately ?

— There aren’t any Jews left.

Frank: — There’s something I need to tell you.

— Whoo, happy Fourth !

Frank: — We’re building a weapon.

— It’s not like any weapon
the world’s ever seen.

— It draws its energy from a
fast-neutron chain reaction.

— It releases the power of an ancient star.

— If it works,

— and it’s going to work,

— it’ll be more destructive than all the bombs

— dropped in all the wars in history put together.

— It’ll bring armies to their knees.

— Cities will disappear in the blink of an eye.

— The world will be united in peace

— by the most just and noble
country in the history of mankind.

— Or it will burn to the ground.

— Whoever builds it first,

— that’s the endgame.

— So it has to be us.

— Whatever it costs.

— No ingles.

[ screaming ]

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