A Beautiful Mind
Mathematicians
won the war.
Mathematicians broke
the Japanese codes-
and built the A-bomb.
Mathematicians...
like you.
The stated goal of the Soviets
is global Communism.
In medicine or economics,
in technology or space,
To triumph,
we need results-
publishable,
applicable results.
Now who among you
will be the next Morse?
The next Einstein?
Who among you will be
the vanguard...
of democracy, freedom,
and discovery?
Today, we bequeath
America's future...
into your able hands.
Welcome to Princeton,
gentlemen.
It's not enough Hansen won
the Carnegie Scholarship.
No, he has to have it
all for himself.
It's the first time
the Carnegie Prize...
has been split.
Hansen's all bent.
Rumor is he's got his sights
set on Wheeler Lab,
the new military
think tank at M.I.T.
They're only taking
one this year.
Hansen's used
Oh, yeah,
he's wasted on math.
He should be running
for president.
There could be
a mathematical explanation...
for how bad your tie is.
Thank you.
Neilson,
symbol cryptography.
Neils here broke
a Jap code.
Helped rid the world
of fascism.
At least that's what
he tells the girls,
eh, Neils?
The name's Bender.
Atomic physics.
- And you are?
- Am I late?
Yes.
Yes, Mr. Sol.
Oh, good.
Uh, hi.
- Sol. Richard Sol.
- The burden of genius.
- There he is.
- So many supplicants,
and so little time.
Mr. Sol.
How are you, sir?
Ah, Bender.
Nice to see you.
Congratulations, Mr. Hansen.
Ah, thank you.
I'll take another.
Excuse me?
A thousand pardons.
I simply assumed you
were the waiter.
Play nice, Hansen.
Nice is not Hansen's
strong suit.
Honest mistake.
Well, Martin Hansen.
It is Martin, isn't it?
Why, yes, John, it is.
I imagine you're getting
quite used to miscalculation.
I've read your pre-prints-
both of them.
The one on Nazi ciphers,
and the other one
on non-linear equations,
and I am
supremely confident...
that there is not
a single seminal...
or innovative idea
in either one of them.
Enjoy your punch.
Gentlemen, meet John Nash,
the mysterious
West Virginia genius.
The other winner
of the distinguished
Carnegie Scholarship.
Oh, okay. Oh, yeah?
Of course.
Oh, Christ.
The prodigal
roommate arrives.
Roommate?
Oh, God, no.
Ugh.
Did you know that having
a hangover is-
is not having enough water
in your body...
to run your Krebs cycles?
Which is exactly
what happens to you...
when you're dying
of thirst.
So, dying
of thirst...
would probably feel...
pretty much like
the hangover...
that finally
bloody kills you.
John Nash?
Hello.
Charles Herman.
Pleased to meet you.
All right, well done.
Well, it's official.
I'm almost human again.
Officer, I saw
the driver who hit me.
His name was Johnny Walker.
Whew.
Well, I got in last night
in time for...
English department
cocktails.
Cock was mine,
the tail belonged
to a particularly lovely
young thing...
with a passion for...
D.H. Lawrence.
You're not easily
distracted, are you?
I'm here to work.
Hmmm, are you? Right.
I see.
Crikey!
Is my roommate a dick?
Hmm?
Listen.
If we can't break the ice,
So what's your story?
You the poor kid
that never got to go
to Exeter or Andover?
Despite my privileged
upbringing,
I'm actually
quite well-balanced.
I have a chip
on both shoulders.
Maybe you're
just better...
with the old integers
than you are with people.
My first grade teacher,
she told me...
that I was born
with two helpings of brain,
but only half
a helping of heart.
Wow!
She sounds lovely!
The truth is that l-
I don't like people much.
And they don't
much like me.
But why,
with all your obvious
wit and charm?
Seriously, John.
Mathematics-
Mathematics is
never going to lead you
to a higher truth.
And you know why?
'Cause it's boring.
It's really boring.
You know half these schoolboys
are already published?
I cannot waste time
with these classes...
and these books.
Memorizing
the weaker assumptions
of lesser mortals!
I need to look through...
to the governing dynamics.
Find a truly original idea.
That's the only way
I'll ever distinguish myself.
It's the only way
that I'll ever-
Matter.
Yes.
All right,
who's next?
for one day, thank you.
Come on.
I- I hate this game.
Cowards, all of you!
None of you rise
to meet my challenge?
Come on, Bender.
Whoever wins,
Sol does his laundry
all semester.
Does that seem unfair
to anyone else?
Not at all.
- Look at him.
- Nash!
Taking a reverse
constitutional?
I'm hoping to extract
an algorithm...
to define
their movement.
Oh.
Psycho.
Hey, Nash, I thought
you dropped out.
You ever going
to go to class or-
Classes will
dull your mind.
Destroy the potential
for authentic creativity.
Oh, oh, I didn't
know that.
Nash is going to stun us all
with his genius.
Which is another way
of saying...
he doesn't have
the nerve to compete.
You scared?
Terrified.
Mortified.
Petrified.
Stupefied... by you.
No starch.
Pressed and folded.
Let me ask
you something, John.
Be my guest, Martin.
Bender and Sol here
correctly completed...
Allen's proof
of Peyrot's Conjecture.
Adequate work...
without innovation.
Oh. I'm flattered.
You flattered?
Flattered.
And I've got
two weapons briefs...
under security review
by the D.O.D.
Derivative drivel.
But Nash achievements:
zero.
I'm a patient man, Martin.
Is there an actual
question coming?
What if you never come up
with your original idea?
Huh?
How will it feel
when I'm chosen
for Wheeler...
and you're not?
What if you lose?
Ah, there it is.
You should not have won.
Hmmm.
I had the first move,
my-my play was perfect.
The hubris
of the defeated.
The game is flawed.
Gentlemen,
the great John Nash.
You've been in here
for two days.
You know Hansen's
just published another paper?
I can't even find a topic
for my doctorate.
Well, on the bright side,
you've invented window art.
This is a group
playing touch football.
This is a cluster of pigeons
fighting over bread crumbs.
And this here is a woman
who is chasing a man
who stole her purse.
John, you watched
a mugging.
That's weird.
In competitive behavior
someone always loses.
John, and she's about this high.
See, if I could derive
an equilibrium...
where prevalence is
a non-singular event,
where nobody loses,
can you imagine the effect
that would have...
on conflict scenarios,
and arms negotiations...
When did you last eat?
When did you last eat?
...currency exchange?
You know, food.
You have no respect
for cognitive reverie,
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