A Beautiful Mind Page #5

No, I'm not going.

Just get your things.

I'm not leaving-

Stop! Stop it!

Please, Alicia.

I'll explain

when I can.

Uncle John!

Uncle John!

- Hey, baby girl!

Wow, someone

needed a hug!

I saw you on the slate

and I thought to myself,

"How can I miss seeing

a guest lecture...

by the inimitable

John Nash?"

What's wrong?

I got myself into something.

I think I might need some help.

Well, now you tell me,

what is it?

Professor Nash!

Welcome!

After?

So, we see that

the- the zeroes,

of the Reimann

Zeta function,

correspond

to singularities...

in space-time,

singularities

in space-time-

and conventional

number theory...

It breaks down in the face

of relativistic exploration.

Sometimes

our expectations...

are betrayed

by the numbers.

Variables are impossible

to assign any...

rational value.

Professor Nash!

- Hold it!

- Professor Nash?

Professor Nash,

let's avoid a scene, shall we?

What do you want?

My name is Rosen,

Dr. Rosen.

I'm a psychiatrist.

Forgive me

if I don't seem

persuaded.

I'd like you

to come with me, John.

Just for a chat.

It appears I have

no choice.

Oh-hh!

Help me!

Somebody!

Somebody!

Help me!

Get off me!

I know who you are!

I know who you are!

No, no, no,

no, don't.

Charles, they're Russians!

Charles, they're Russians!

Call somebody!

Call somebody, Charles!

They're Russians!

Steady the leg.

Get away from me.

Stay away from me!

There, now.

All better.

Everything's

all right here.

Watch your head.

John?

Can you hear me?

Go easy now.

Thorazine takes

a little while

to wear off.

Sorry about

the restraints.

You've got one hell

of a right hook.

Where am l?

Ahem.

MacArthur

Psychiatric Hospital.

I find that

highly unlikely.

You made

a mistake.

My work is non-military

in application.

Which work

is that, John?

I don't know

anything.

There's no good

in keeping secrets, you know.

Charles?

Charles?

I didn't mean to get you

involved in this.

I'm- I'm sorry.

Charles?

The prodigal roommate

revealed.

"Saw my name

on the lecture slate."

You lying son

of a b*tch!

Who are you talking to?

Tell me who you see.

How do you say,

"Charles Herman" in Russian?

How do you say it

in Russian?

There's no one there, John.

There's no one there.

He's right there.

He's right there.

Stop!

I don't know anything!

Stop!

l- I don't know anything!

My name is John Nash.

I'm being held

against my will.

Somebody call

the Department of Defense.

My name is John Nash.

I'm being held

against my will!

What's wrong with him?

John has

schizophrenia.

People with this disorder

are often paranoid.

But-

But his work.

He deals

with conspiracies...

Yes, yes, I know.

In John's world,

these behaviors

are... accepted,

encouraged.

As such, his illness

may have gone untreated...

far longer

than is typical.

What do you mean?

How long?

Possibly since

graduate school?

At least that's when

his hallucinations

seem to have begun.

What are you

talking about?

What hallucinations?

One, so far,

that I am aware of.

An imaginary roommate

named Charles Herman.

Charles

isn't imaginary.

He and John

have been best friends

since Princeton.

Have you ever met Charles?

Has he ever come to dinner?

He's always in town

for so little time,

lecturing.

Was he at your wedding?

He had to teach.

Have you ever

seen a picture of him,

talked to him

on the telephone?

This is ridiculous.

I phoned Princeton.

According to their

housing records,

John lived alone.

Now, which is more likely-

that your husband,

a mathematician

with no military training,

is a government spy

fleeing the Russians-

You're making him

sound crazy.

...or, that he has

lost his grip on reality?

Now the only way

I can help him...

is to show him

the difference...

between what's real...

and what is in his mind.

Come on.

What's he been

working on?

His work

is classified.

He mentioned

a supervisor...

by the name

of William Parcher.

Maybe Mr. Parcher

can clarify things

for us.

But I can't get to him

without clearances.

You want me to help you get...

the details

of my husband's work?

John thinks

I'm a Russian spy.

Is that what

you think?

What did

the doctor say?

Is he sick?

I don't know.

I want to see what John's

been working on.

You know you can't

go in his office.

It's classified, Alicia.

Stop. Oh!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Why didn't you

say something?

Alicia,

John's always been...

a little weird.

He said he was

doing code-breaking,

that it was eyes-only.

Top secret, part

of the military effort.

Was he?

Well,

it was possible,

you know?

Directives come down

all the time...

that some of us

aren't cleared for.

- It was possible.

- Possible, but...

not likely.

Lately, he'd become

so much more agitated...

and then

when you called-

So, is this all

he's been doing

every day?

Cutting out

magazines?

Well, not all.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

I missed you.

I missed you.

I have to talk

to you.

Okay.

Alicia, I've been

thinking about it,

and I do realize

that my behavior...

and my inability to discuss

the situation with you...

must have appeared

insane.

I left you

with no other choice.

I do understand...

and I'm truly sorry.

That's okay.

Everything's

gonna be all right.

Everything's

gonna be all right.

We just have to talk quietly.

They may be listening.

There may be microphones.

I'm gonna tell you

everything now.

It's breaking

with protocol...

but you need

to know,

because you

have to help me

get out of here.

I've been doing

top secret work

for the government.

There's a threat

that exists...

of catastrophic

proportions.

I think the Russians

feel my profile is too high.

That's why they simply

just don't do away with me.

They're keeping me here

to try to stop me...

from doing my work.

You have to get to Wheeler.

You have to find

William Parcher.

Stop.

He can help us.

Stop. Stop. Stop!

I went to Wheeler.

Good, good.

There is no

William Parcher.

Of course there is.

I've been working for him.

Doing what?

Breaking codes?

Dropping packages

in a secret mailbox...

for the government

to pick up?

How could you

know that?

Sol followed you.

He thought it

was harmless.

Sol followed me?

They've never

been opened.

It isn't real.

There is

no conspiracy, John.

There is

no William Parcher.

It's in your mind.

Do you

understand, baby?

You're sick.

You're sick, John.

John!

John!

Code red.

Dr. Rosen, code red.

Observation room two.

Dr. Rosen, code red.

Observation room two.

John?

John?

The implant's gone.

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