Hawking Page #6

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It's the platform for Cambridge.

Nobody else knows it's there

apart from...

- Cambridge types.

- Backwards. Backwards!

-Yes dear.

- You reverse time, of course!

- You reverse the direction of time.

- Yes.

- Are you a Cambridge type?

- Yes. And I love you deeply and forever.

Roger!

Roger Penrose!

Stop!

- You all right?

- What would it all look like?

- What?

- What if Einstein was right ?!

- About what?

- Pencil! And some paper!

Chalk.

- Time-space diagram. What comes first?

- Space. Time?

You have to think about reversing

the direction of time.

Time going the other way.

- What? What for?

- Go on, don't stop! Go on!

- Now, the present us.

- Here we are, looking back through time.

- Light, dense matter, in space.

- Warping space-time?

Causing the light rays, bending the light rays

towards the centre.

Look, the past is pear shaped.

What are you saying?

What if the whole of the universe were trapped

in a region whose boundaries reached to zero.

A singularity, nothingness?

Your theory works for collapsing dying stars.

It proves that a singularity must exist.

What if it works for this? Could it work Roger?

What would it mean if it did?

- A collapse in reverse.

- Which is?

An explosion!

Bang!

- Trinity Hall.

- Sorry what?

- Trinity Hall!

- What are you saying?

Write it down.

Why don't you write it down?

- Trinity Hall!

- I'm sorry mate.

- Trinity Hall.

- Oh, right! What's the matter with him?

- Have you heard of Bishop Usher?

- Seventeenth century.

He calculated the date

of the start of the universe.

- How?

- By adding up all the ages of people in the Old Testament.

- And how old is the universe?

- It started at some point at the night

of 22nd October 4004 BC.

- So old!

- So old.

There's something I want to ask you.

Where was I going when I saw you at the station?

No...

Stephen?

- Are you all right?

- Fine.

The thing is...

I was wondering...

...whether you consider marrying me.

- You probably want time to think about it.

- I love you.

Does that mean you're about to say no?

Time.

Time to think.

- Stephen.

- Not now, John.

Think about time going in the opposite direction.

What?

Singularities.

A collapse, everything into nothing, yes?

So reverse the time, so the collapse

is an explosion.

- Nothing into everything.

- You're talking stars.

No, no, I'm not talking about stars.

I'm talking about the beginning

of the universe.

That Roger Penrose.

Clever of me to find him.

- I told you you could help him.

- He helped himself I think.

- That's your other talent.

- What?

Preposterous modesty.

There you are. Where have you been?

Dennis Sciama wants to see you.

He semed very serious.

The first three chapters...

...nothing special.

The fourth...

Mozart.

Oh! Hello.

- Jane, women waren't allowed.

- No, not allowed. Against the rules!

I...I'll go.

Hello.

Goodbye.

I, er...

I have to go and see the bursar at Caius.

They've given me a fellowship.

Are you coming?

It's the same rule for everyone at Caius.

No special treatment when it comes to housing.

- I'm not like all the rest.

- That's what they all say.

You listen to me. And listen very carefully.

This man cannot walk upstairs.

His illness won't allow it

and his illness will get worse.

He needs housing with easy access

and you are going to find it for him,

because if you don't all the newspapers

will hear about how the bursar of this college

treats a man of huge courage, a brilliant mind

and a capacity to imagine faith like...

like a piece of nothing.

Do you understand me?

And he's going to be my husband.

What he's done is to make Einstein work.

He's made Einstein...

There's a word that physicists like to use

very occasionally.

"Beautiful."

He's made Einstein beautiful.

Yes but what...

What has he done?

Your son has opened up something which I thought,

we all thought, was closed.

Einstein appeared to be predicting it

and then he turned away.

There could have been a beginning.

The universe...

... may not always have been here.

If you are right, which you are not,

there should be some left over radiation from the Big Bang

and somebody should have heard it.

But they haven't, have they?

I wonder why that could be?

Could it be because it isn't there?

Where's the fossil, Hawking?

Where's the fossil?

We have to go.

It connects, do you understand?

It goes right through Dachau.

Right through childhood.

Right through cockroaches and suitcases

and right through America and the American dream,

which I have lived.

Do you understand me?

This noise...

...this goddamn beautiful hiss...

...it connects.

It's the sound of the beginning of time.

The leftover heat from the Big Bang.

The three degrees that hasn't cooled yet.

It's everywhere.

- It's all around us.

- It's fifteen billion years old.

- And we found it.

- That's our discovery.

We have to go get the prize, Arno.

- What was there before the Big Bang?

- Whatever it was, it wasn't time, or space, or matter.

- There's room for God.

- Yes, in theory.

So what now?

I'm going to eat crme brulee

and a huge number of chocolate truffles.

And fight very hard to get you to see

how wonderful Wagner is, and how Brahms is not so wonderful.

I meant with work.

A theory of everything. I have been looking

at the very big,

and now I want to look into very small,

and see how one may unify gravity and quantum mechanics.

- And how long might this theory of everything take?

- Twenty years, no more than that.

- That fast?

- That fast.

I belive in the possible.

I believe, small though we are,

insignificant though we may be,

we can reach a full understanding

of the universe.

You were right when you said

you felt small looking up at all that out there.

We are very, very small,

but we are profoundly capable of very, very big things.

Where are you going?

Things to do.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

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