Insignificance Page #6

It might be a f***in' mess.

I want to be pregnant.

- It'd never get born.

- This one will.

Honey, you're broken

and you're bruised inside.

Besides, I don't know how

to love you anymore.

Oh, shh.

Oh, please, God, if I am...

I want a daughter.

No. A son.

Oh, honey.

I think I am, honey.

This time, I really think I am.

Don't they ever sleep?

Going up.

America. My country, 'tis of thee...

Professor.

Good morning, Professor.

Professor. Ah.

I've got good news for you.

I've got a, uh, warrant here issued

by the Department of Defense...

authorizing me to search

your room and belongings...

for any material or artifact that might be

defined or deemed harmful...

to the security

of the United States of America.

Is that okay by you?

That's astounding.

I mean, you could be a spitting image.

I know, if I were eight years younger

and I took better care of myself.

Right.

This is Room 1614, isn't it?

I mean, the professor's room?

He took another, I don't know where.

Well, wherever he is,

he oughta be ashamed of himself.

Go and find him.

You mind if I wait?

Only if you don't mind my throwing up.

Oh, you've taken a dislike to me.

It's my fault for breaking

in the room like this, huh?

But, you know, you could be her sister.

Must be an advantage to a girl like you.

What do you want?

That's for real, isn't it?

What do you want?

Oh.

A lot of stuff that's hanging around here.

That, uh, wasn't much

of a customer you had last night.

Are you for real?

Do you think I'm not?

- I think you're vain.

- I think you're charming.

I think you're very vain.

Ah, you're a good boy.

You want me to call the vice squad?

- No.

- Then shut the f*** up.

- What are you doing?

- I'm doing my job.

I've got a warrant authorizing me

to confiscate any suspicionable material...

under the State Protection Act of 1912.

So, you see, your customer of last night

wasn't quite what he seemed.

Now, wait a minute.

Where are you going?

Where are you taking that?

Will it be safe?

There are no copies.

Are you acting officially?

If I wasn't, I'd destroy all of this.

Is that what you're going to do?

Look, it's none of your goddamn business

what I'm gonna do.

These are my orders.

I was told to pick it up and to sit on it.

Then the phone rings.

Then it tells me what to do.

Either I give it back

or I burn all the goddamn stuff!

No! I'll report you!

- To who?

- F.B.I. C.I.A.

I don't know, NBC. What do I care?

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Will you just hold on for a second?

Just calm down. It's adverse publicity.

Now, it may not be bad for you.

In fact, it might do you some good.

But think of the professor...

the professor's position.

No. Please leave it.

At least wait till he gets back.

You don't understand.

This work's priceless.

Do you think I'm playing games here?

My concern happens to be

the survival of the free world.

You do realize, don't you, that...

this isn't only the culmination

of a man's life work, only Lord knows.

In fact, it's a set of calculations that come

close to describing the shape of space-time.

Now if you'd just let him finish...

he'II have figured out how it all fits...

how everything fits.

Wait a minute. Who do you think you're

talking to... some kind of a greenhorn?

Don't you think I've given some

thought to these documents?

And I've come to the conclusion...

that the shape of space-time

is of no f***ing importance.

It's just paper.

Well, he wouldn't agree,

and neither do I.

Please.

Leave it.

For me?

You know, it's uncanny.

You've really studied that, uh, lady,

haven't you?

I could let you have money!

Money.

Do you think that you could bribe

an official of the United States government?

- Huh?

- Yes!

Now, where would a girl like you

get that kind of money?

It takes money to buy a man.

- I am not a girl.

- I was being polite.

- Uh, now look...

- Damn it.

you've tried appealing to my wallet

and to my intelligence.

Are there any other little persuasions

you'd like to try?

- Maybe.

- I'm sorry. I didn't hear you.

All right.

Well, uh, let me... let me get this correctly.

In return for the calculus...

you're offering me... sexual favors?

A sexual favor.

I mean, what the hell.

It's not me you want. It's her.

Right?

I never... I never had

to pay for it in my life...

least of all with my integrity.

My goddamn kid, he's got her picture

tacked up on the wall!

Goddamn goddess!

Huh? She's mortal, ain't she?

I mean, sh*t, she's no different

than you or me or anybody else.

And she only got where she was going

just by doing what you're doing.

Are you all right?

A little girl's gotta look after

her little body.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

You know? Excuse me.

But you know, a little body

ain't worth this sheaf of papers.

You know that, don't you?

Hey, look, I'm awfully sorry, you know.

Excuse me, please.

It was nothing personal.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

Uh, good morning, Professor.

Sleep well?

- Good morning.

- Hope you're well.

Young lady's dressing.

She'll be out in a minute.

Ready to testify this morning, sir?

I am not going to testify, Senator.

I've told you that already.

Well, Professor, I thought

perhaps you'd reconsider...

and maybe grace us

with a few wise words, huh?

I ought to give you wise words...

coming here, messing with my papers...

prowling around in my room

in my absence.

Well, Professor...

My wise words, they are reserved

for the peace conference.

Yes, but, you know, your government

and your country need your help right now.

We need some expression from you.

The government needs your support.

- I want to ask you this.

- What?

- Do you know that you practically

accused me of disloyalty last night?

- Oh, Professor.

Wait a minute. You wanted me to answer yes

to those famous questions of yours.

Now I want to know from you...

You want my support.

Why now and why me?

Professor, look, the Atomic Energy Commission

comes up for review in a month...

and there's some wiseass congressmen

who want to put a lid on the Nevada tests.

Now the president needs the backing

of men like you, of your profession...

the top man, the most important man,

and that man is you.

- Oh, no. No, no.

- Yes, Professor.

Not me. Teller. Oppenheimer.

Oppenheimer?

His name casts a shadow of doom

since Nagasaki.

Professor, the world chooses its heroes.

There are no shadows

in the pristine world of theory.

No stains of Armageddon where E=mc2...

even if mc2 equals one f*** of a big bang.

Professor, you seem to me like a man

who likes to have things clear and simple.

Well, let me give it to you

clear and simple... really simple.

You open your mouth anywhere...

at that peace conference

or any public place...

and I promise you, Professor...

I personally... personally... will see to it

that your life's work goes up in smoke.

Oh! Oh, Jesus!

God!

So you see, Professor...

there comes a time in every man's life...

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