Fat Man and Little Boy Page #9

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Because that's the future

you've made for us.

Hey, Oppenheimer! Oppenheimer,

you ought to stop playing God

because you are not good at it

and the position is taken.

His pressure's falling fast.

You've got to get that fluid out now.

Needle, Michael.

OK, you're in. Start to pull it back.

Hang in, Michael.

Hang in, pal.

Come on, doc.

Pressure's starting to rise.

It's coming up slowly.

- Robert, you have to get some sleep.

- God.

I'm in a dark place.

We've all cooked this stew.

The Germans and the Japanese

and the Americans and the Brits.

It's an ugliness that goes back.

It goes way back.

I'm not a scientist anymore.

I'm a goddamn functionary.

I've got to stay in control.

I've got to control who gets this thing.

Power and control,

it's all I ever hear about anymore.

Doesn't life matter to you?

What about love and understanding?

I thought that's what science

was all about.

I just wanted us to work.

Does everything have to be

sacrificed to this...thing?

I put up with...

...Jean,

because I thought you needed her.

And I thought you'd give

her up because of me.

But she didn't count.

I don't count. Nothing counts for you

anymore except this damn bomb.

That's what it is.

But it's not your only creation.

There are the children.

And you need my love and support.

I know.

I don't...

I don't know where it is.

Why me?

Why did he pick me?

- Panton!

- Sir?

Security's a mess. Nobody at

the checkpoint. Nobody up here.

- What do you think this is, a beach?

- No, sir.

We've got to call a halt.

The weather is unpredictable.

We are not calling a halt

on account of weather.

With the wind we could send

radioactive junk all the way to Amarillo.

You The New York Times reporter?

I want three reports.

One if we succeed, one if we fail

and one if we disintegrate.

With the wind blowing this direction,

Amarillo could get a fallout.

- Fermi's right.

- No, I'm saying no.

The decision is mine!

- Do you understand?

- We can't do it.

We go ahead with this. Sergeant,

do something about that dog.

You sound like you're planning

a railway schedule.

No, you are trying to uninvent this.

I can do it without you.

Well, if you do and I've said no

and something goes wrong...

Get in the car.

Hurry up.

What are you waiting on?

Sir, it looks like it's clearing up.

You know, you build to a moment,

and then you grab it,

or it will go right by you.

You always thought that

I would do this, didn't you?

Can you buck your own nature?

What will it be like?

Unimaginable.

It's your baby.

Do it.

Hallelujah.

He said it's a go.

Let's go.

Start the countdown.

Come on. It's a go.

- Let's go! Move it out!

- Wilson, wake up!

- Wake up the dragon.

- Let's go. Let's go.

Power on.

- Power on.

I love you, Michael.

Easy.

Breathe easy.

Easy.

Easy, come back to the ice.

It's OK, here's the ice.

Kathleen, what are you doing in here?

Kathleen? God!

Come on, come on, sweetheart.

- You simply can't be here, sweetheart.

- I had to be with him.

I wanted to tell him I love him,

because he's going to die.

Detonation relays four open.

Well, it's armed.

- Now it's up to the bunker.

- Let's get down from here.

Well, I've always believed

that the Lord was on our side.

And I think now we're gonna prove it.

- Must be from the military base.

- Enrico, what do you bet on the yield?

I bet we set fire to the atmosphere.

If we're lucky,

we only wipe out New Mexico.

If we can ignite the air,

we finish off the planet. Any takers?

I kind of hope the damn thing

doesn't go off.

What the hell is that?

It's The Nutcracker Suite.

I can't get rid of it.

- Go to six-five.

- Six-five.

- OK, try seven.

- Seven.

Charging the device.

Robert, over here.

The device is fully charged.

It is now zero minus 60 seconds.

Fifty-nine, 58,

- 53, 52, 51 , 50, 49...

- Where is that music coming from?

It's a ground channel.

I can't get rid of it.

Goddamn music.

nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one, zero.

Kathleen, my love.

You asked me a question once.

Was it instinct to save a life

or to take it?

Well, I don't know, my darling.

All I do know is that

if we are free to choose,

I hope to God

we choose life over death.

Not because I believe the implacable

universe cares a damn,

but because as I look at you,

my darling,

I realize how glorious,

how magical life can be.

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