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Sounds like a dick.

- He's a little child, okay?

- I'm sorry.

The point is that he's evil

in his core.

And there's nothing I can do.

What's your greatest fear?

That's change of tone.

Yup. I am a really serious

person.

Okay.

Look, if it's too much, you can

just drink your drink.

And live with the fact that

you're afraid.

No, I can handle this.

That I'll ruin Mary's

life.

You're very...

surprising, Mary's teacher.

Very much so.

- Just. Hold on. I'm sorry.

- What?

Just so that...

I feel that I need to

say this...

Just there's no misconception.

No, I...

No, hold on!

That this can't,

isn't happening.

I get it. I know, I'm with you.

Yeah? Okay.

- 100%. We're on the same page.

Good.

No, that's great. I'm sorry.

That's embarassing.

It's okay. I get it.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

Okay. Good.

Can you promise me that

there's no way?

Yes. Roberta has Mary every

Saturday till noon, I promise.

Yeah?

Sorry.

I can't do this.

Okay.

Okay.

I understand.

I'll take you home.

Yeah.

Sorry, just... one more time.

I can't find my DVD.

It's right there, baby.

No, it isn't.

You come and find it.

I'm doing lady business.

And you were the last person

to watch it. What are you doing?

Oh, my God!

Good morning, Miss Stevenson.

Hi.

Look, I am...

You know what? i'm actually

incapable...

of having this conversation right now.

Good, good. Cause I have no idea

what I was going to say.

Great! Perfect!

Sir, if you please.

Take me to jail.

Awkward.

Mary...

Stop! Stop!

Stop with the Legos. Listen.

Do we have a rule about

Saturday morning?

What?

Are you allowed in this appartment

this early on Saturday morning?

- No.

- No!

Are you allowed to... Hey!

Stop! Enough with the Legos.

Are you allowed to use

Roberta's keys?

- No.

- No!

So, hey! Look at me.

Then why are you here?

Can you answer me that?

You broke every rule!

You just embarrassed me.

We have these rules.

We've gone over them a hundred times!

God!

Damn it!

Can I just get five minutes of my

own life?

Nothing that happened today was your fault.

I got mad at you...

I was really mad at me.

And the manufacturers

of Legos.

They should all be in prison.

So...

I'm sorry.

Do you forgive me?

Sure. Whatever.

Hey, close the laptop.

Come on.

Please. Doesn't count if it's

not eye to eye.

Come on, please.

Do you really have no life

because of me?

That's not what I said.

Did you mean it?

Last week you said I was the

worst uncle in the world...

and you wished the dead of me,

cause I didn't buy you a piano.

Did you mean that?

No.

Not entirely.

There you go.

We say things all the time

we don't mean.

let's forget it, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

- Frank?

- Yeah?

- Can I have a piano?

- No.

Was that really Mary's teacher this morning?

You know I have a book called:

Fundamentals of Decision Making.

You can borrow it.

What is it?

It's nothing.

It's like Mary gets to go to Boston

for a couple days.

It's just two days.

Relax.

So, what do you think?

Cool.

Wow! You and my mom...

were always together.

Always.

Oh, no, you don't want to look

at that one.

Is that you?

Yes.

How old were you?

Where is this?

That's Cambridge University.

In England.

Who are those people?

My research colleagues.

For what?

Mathematics, of course.

Really?

Cool!

So, then you came to work

at the college in America?

No.

I married your grandfather...

and I came back to America with him.

And I had children.

So, no more math?

It's late.

You've got a big day tomorrow.

Come on. Up, up, up.

Can I play the piano?

- No, you can't. Stop dragging those feet.

- But it's fun.

Come on.

I have had a series of nightmares...

where I'm fired...

because of what happened.

You get it?

And the I try to rationalize,

that everything that happened,

was just alcohol.

I have an addiction to fixer

guys.

Dr. Shankland, this problem is...

I know. Just copy it exactly as

you see it written.

But it's...

Exactly as written. Thank you.

So what's this problem I'm

supposed to look at?

I don't know.

So, it's like a problem

mom worked on?

Your mother didn't work

on problems.

She worked on just

one problem.

Just one?

Her entire life?

Most of it.

Look.

These are Millennium problems.

Seven great and meaningful

problems.

Some mathematicians have worked

their entire lives to prove them.

Who's the dude with the beard?

That's not a dude.

That's Grigori Perelman.

He proved Poincare

conjecture.

The only one of the seven

proved.

This...

This is your mother's

problem.

Na... vi...

Navier- Stokes.

No picture.

- She didn't solve it?

- No.

She was close.

She would have won

Fields Medal...

and probably shared the Nobel.

considering what would

meant for physics.

Maybe I'll have my picture

up here someday.

If you really desire it...

you can have your picture

there, darling.

I can help you.

It takes focus and hard

work, but if you succeed...

your name will live forever.

Don't be smug, Seymore.

Well, she's had plenty

of time.

She traveled yesterday, she

slept in a strange bed.

Give her a chance.

At six years old, she read Zimmer.

Outstanding.

How much did she comprehend?

So, Mary...

I see you're looking at

our little problem.

Little? It's big.

Yeah.

Why are you so mad all of

the sudden?

I'm not mad, I'm

annoyed.

Not with you, darlin'. With that

pompes ass, Shankland.

I knew that guy was gonna have

a beard, before we even went in there.

Math teachers like to grow

beards.

I should never have agreed

to this.

Did he reallly expect you to just

walk in and be able to dissect...

some random massive

problem?

Not much to dissect, if

you ask me.

Why? Why do you say that?

It was wrong.

What?

Well... for starters, he forgot

the negative sign on the exponent.

It went downhill

from there.

The problem was

unsolvable.

Maybe this school isn't as

great as you think it is.

Mary, you knew that the problem

was incorect, why didn't you say anything?

Frank says I'm not supposed to correct

older people.

Nobody like a smart-ass.

I'm loaded with swag!

Wanna come inside?

Cat.

Frank, I think this is stupid.

Why don't we just call Evelyn and

tell her I don't wanna do this?

Cause as I told you, Evelyn didn't

order this. The court did.

So again, what we are gonna do?

Tell the truth.

Exactly.

Sonner we answer these questions,

sonner we get to go home.

So, no attitude, okay?

Okay.

Frank?

Mary.

I like Evelyn.

She looks like my mom.

And she has a piano.

But I don't wanna live

with her.

She's bossy.

I've heard that.

Hey.

Don't worry. You're not going

anywhere.

Promise?

I promise.

Hi, Mary. I'm Pat Golding,

but you can call me Pat, if you like.

Got it.

Do you know why you're here?

I mean, is anyone told you

what this is about?

My grandmother wants me to live with her,

and I wanna stay with Frank.

That's correct.

I'm sure this is gonna be a very

scary stuff. Does any of it worry you?

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