Pi Page #3
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- 1998
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His arms are covered with faded Russian prison tattoos and he
speaks with a thick Eastern European accent, He's happy to see
Max.
S0L
Max! How are you7
Max is happy to see Sol, but he's a bit bashful and
intimidated.
MAX Okay.
EXT. SOL'S STUDY - MOMENTS LATER
TIGHT ON the Japanese game of Go being played. Sol is white
and Max is black. Sol's moves are secure and controlled while
Max is hesitant.
SOL:
Stop thinking, Max, just
feel. Use your intuition.
It's the only way to get into
the flow.
(Beat)
What did you think of Hamlet?
MAX:
I didn't get to it.
SOL:
It's been a month.
(Knowingly)
You haven't taken
a single break.
MAX:
I'm so close, Sol. I'm
so close but I just can't
grab it.
Sol changes the subject. He feeds his goldfish and points to
one of them.
SOL:
Have you met the new
named her Icarus. After you.
My renegade pupil. You fly
too high, you'll get burned.
Max looks up at Sol.
SOL:
The more I see you, the
more I see myself thirty
years ago. My greatest pupil.
Published at 16, Ph.D. at 20.
MAX:
We'll see.
SOL:
But life isn't just
mathematics. I spent forty
Pi, I found nothing.
MAX:
You found things...
SOL:
I found things, but not a
pattern.
Max sits in the corner of a rickety New York City subway car.
The train is almost completely deserted.
Max looks down at his hand. He opens his palm and reveals a
black Go chip.
MAX (V.O.)
Tuesday, September
second, eighteen twelve. If
Sol hadn't gotten sick who
Pi. Searching for meaning, for
order.
Max notices a SKINNY MAN in a business suit staring at him.
The man catches Max's eye and looks away, but then he quickly
looks back, making Max turn away.
He looks down at his Wall Street journal and draws a circle
with its diameter then he writes "A=pir2" and "C=2pir." Next
he writes "pi=3.14159..."
MAX (V.O.)
Three point one
four...off into infinity
and maybe insanity. Somewhere
Sanity like he found in the
circles Pi represented.
Simple, sane circles. If only
Some type of sanity. Some
type of form, of shape.
Suddenly, Max hears someone singing. Max looks up. It is the
Skinny Man and he's singing with passion. It's all very
strange to Max, who nervously looks away.
And then the singing stops—
mid-verse Max looks up and the man is gone. Vanished. Max
looks around—no one in Sight.
INT. APARTMENT STAIRCASE - DAY
Max heads up the stairs to his apartment. Just then, a toy
SLINKY appears from nowhere marching down the stairs.
Max stops and waits until the Slinky hits his foot. He picks
it up and looks at it.
He looks around wondering what's going on. Then Jenna leans
out over a railing and starts laughing at Max.
INT. COFFEE SHOP-DAY
Max sits at the counter frantically looking at the Wall Street
Journal. He plops three pills into his coffee.
He draws circles and other shapes across the page.
Max is interrupted by a puff of smoke. At the same time,
someone touches his shoulder and says:
LENNY MEYER:
Hey, Max, how you doing?
MAX:
Oh, okay.
LENNY MEYER:
Lenny Meyer.
(Motioning to the cigarette)
I'll put it out.
(Which be does)
So, what do you do?
MAX:
Um, I work with computers
...math.
LENNY MEYER:
Really? What type of math?
MAX:
Number theory. Mostly
research.
LENNY MEYER:
Number theory? No
way, I work in theory, too.
Not traditional, though...
(Points to his yarmulke)
I work with the Torah.
(Awed by the coincidence)
Amazing.
MAX:
(Passing it of as a coincidence)
Yeah...
LENNY MEYER:
Yeah. You know Hebrew is
all numbers. It's all math.
MAX:
Hm.
Lenny pulls out a worn' dog-eared Bible from his pocket. There
are paper slips marking what seems like every other page. When
he opens it up,
Max sees that the pages are marked up by highlighter pens,
notes and diagrams.
Lenny points to the text. EXTREME CLOSE-UP of Hebrew letters.
LENNY MEYER:
Here, look...the ancient
Jews used Hebrew as their
numerical system. Each
letter is a number.
Lenny pulls out a pen and grabs Max's Journal. He writes on it
as he talks.
LENNY MEYER:
You see...The Hebrew "A," the
number 1. The Hebrew "B,"
Bet, is two. You can take any
Hebrew text and turn them into
a long string of numbers.
The waitress refills Max's coffee.
LENNY MEYER:
The Torah is just
a long string of numbers.
Some say that it's a long
code sent to us from God.
Satisfied, Lenny lights up a cigarette and takes a drag.
MAX:
(Mildly impressed)
Kind of interesting.
LENNY MEYER:
(Proud of himself)
Yeah, like take the
Hebrew word for, say, the
Garden of Eden, Kadem. Kuf,
Dalei Mem...Kuf is a
hundred. Daled, four Mem,
forty. They equal one hundred
and forty-four. Then take the
tree of knowledge...in
the garden, Aat Ha Haim, it
equals two hundred and
thirty-three. Now you can take
that number and...
MAX:
They're Fibonacci numbers.
LENNY MEYER:
Huh?
MAX:
The Fibonacci sequence.
Italian mathematician, thirteenth
century. If you divide
a hundred and forty-four into
two hundred and thirty-three,
it approaches theta.
LENNY MEYER:
Theta?
MAX:
golden ratio. The golden
spiral.
Lenny exhales the smoke. Max quickly graphs the number on his
Wall Street Journal.
LENNY MEYER:
You're right, I never saw
that before. That's the series
you find in nature. Like the
face of a sunflower.
MAX:
Wherever there's spirals.
LENNY MEYER:
You see, there's math everywhere.
Lenny's smoke drifts by Max's eyes.
SLOW MOTION:
MAX'S POV of smoke spirals spinning in front ofhim.
MAX:
Math everywhere...
SLOW MOTION:
Max looks down at his coffee cup. He pours creaminto his coffee. It shoots up and mixes with the black coffee
forming spirals in the mug.
MAX:
(Serious)
Everywhere...
SLOW MOTION:
Max looks at the spiral he just drew on the WallStreet Journal.
NORMAL SPEED Suddenly, Max stands up.
MAX:
Oh my God...
INT. MAX'S APARTMENT - DAY
Max draws spirals all over his Wall Street Journal. Then he
takes a thick black marker and draws a giant spiral across the
entire page.
Max is ecstatic as he pounds code into the computer takes
moments to wake up, drops pills, and drinks a Ginseng soda.
MAX (V.O.)
Simple shapes!
Tuesday, September second.
Twenty-twenty-two. Sol! Sol!
Sol! Shapes in the market.
Why not? And they're spirals!
Spirals!
Max traces a big circle on the journal. Then, he cuts it out
with an X-acto blade. He cuts out the middle of the circle so
that be has a thin loop like one of those futuristic frisbees.
He tears part of the loop and stretches the circle out in
front of him into a spiral.
MAX (V.O.)
It's open-ended. It has a
beginning and it grows and
changes through time. If I
can find where it fits, if I
can spin it and lock it into
a group of numbers, then I
can calculate the future.
Lead into gold. Chaos into
order Madness into sanity. Pain
into bliss. Perfection.
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