All language subtitles for Genius S01E03 Einstein Chapter Three (1080p x265 10bit Joy)

Previously on Genius...
Einstein may be
the brightest mind

I have yet
taught.

PERNET: He's a menace!

(yelling)

You are skipping classes

and challenging
your instructors.

What I want to know,
sir, is why?

My name is
Professor Philipp Lenard.

Herr Professor.
Mileva Maric.

One doesn't lose track
of the sole woman in the
room.

MILOS: She's up all night,
filling her brain with things

I can't begin to understand.

Then how do you know
she understands them?

EINSTEIN:
I'm head over heels in love

with your mind.
Be my partner.

In life, in love,

in endless scientific
pursuit.

PAULINE: How is Marie?
Everyone is quite excited.

About what?
The courtship, of course--

the potential of it!
I'm going to be a
professor.

I will think for
thinking's sake.

That is the most indulgent thing

I've ever heard.
Oh, don't leave

like this,
Albert.

Liar! How could you be

so careless with my heart?!

Physics should be an adventure.

Herr Einstein, enough!

Fail him if you must.

I am no longer concerned
for his future.

Miza!
Hello, Papa.

I am so sorry, Papa.
I failed you.

*

*

(mechanical humming)

(humming stops, resumes)

(whispering):
Oh, my God.

(click)
(humming stops)

Oh, my God.

Hold still there,

please
(humming resumes)

(humming stops)

WOMAN:
I don't... understand.

MAN:
It's a photograph, Anna,

of the bones
beneath your skin.

Dear God, Wilhelm.

I have seen

my own death.

It is wonderful,
isn't it?

Wilhelm...

you are going
to be famous.

*

KATHARINA: I still
don't understand, Philipp.

The invention is yours,
is it not?

The modification
to the cathode ray tube he used

were my innovation, yes.

This imposter,
what's his name?

Rontgen
Well, if I read this
article correctly,

this Rontgen fellow
merely noticed something

using your invention.

He made an observation, yes.

An observation.

There. Taste your eggs.

Make an observation
about them.

Too salty, perhaps?

Does that mean you cooked
the damn things?

No.
Of course not.

Because to make such a claim
would be absurd.

He's snatched
the credit

you justly deserve.

(snaps newspaper)

(exhales):
How could I have missed it?

You'll make it right, my
love.

I believe in you.

Your brilliance
will be recognized.

EINSTEIN:
I don't care about awards,

Michele, I care about
science,

about understanding
the world around me.

I'm not
interested
in shiny medals.

This is not just any award--
it's called the Nobel Prize.

Says here it is to be awarded
annually, and beyond notoriety

it comes with
a
great deal of money.

Money?
Just think--

wealth and fame
for
being a physicist.

You are brilliant, Albert,
you could win one.

Right now I'd trade ten
of these Nobel Prizes

for a teaching job.

*

Steady.

I've clearly
miscalculated the salary

of an assistant professor.
Don't be thick.

I won it in a bet
with the head of my department.

This sultry beast--
'tis only mine till sundown.

BESSO: What was the bet?
I'm sure it's a riveting
yarn,

and I'm happy to suffer
through the whole damn thing

once we're
actually
on the road to Basel.

My first
interview,

and I'm going to be late--
perfect.

Like a virginal maiden, Albert,
this machine
needs

to be delicately wooed
to a state of agitation.

If Marcel's history with
the ladies is any predictor,

we'll be on the road
by next Tuesday.

Albert, you will sweat

through that suit if
you don't calm down.

Michele, I have sent my paper

to every halfway decent
university in Europe,

and I've been rejected
everywhere.

This is the first bite
of the apple I've had.

Mileva's getting impatient.

Mileva? She's in Serbia--
what does she have...?

(engine starts)
Ah!

An historic day--
Marcel Grossmann

finally gets something
all hot and bothered.

Ah...

(exhales)

MAN:
The capillary effect has been

well studied,
Herr Einstein.

Your disquisition
hardly adds

to the body of knowledge.

To say nothing
of your verbose style.

The reading experience
is undeniably taxing.

I would be remiss

to challenge your opinions,
Herr Professor.

Science is not
about opinions.

What I mean to say,
Herr Professor, is...

you make many observations
I hadn't considered,

much to my regret.

(chuckles softly)

Your record does you credit,
I must admit.

And despite
a large field

of gifted applicants,
it seems that you're somehow

the most qualified candidate
we've yet met.

I shall send your name

up to the committee
for approval.

Thank
you.

Thank... thank
you.

MILEVA: Albert hasn't
abandoned me, Papa.

Then where is he?

Tell me that.

Getting settled.

I need a home to return to
once I've had the baby.

And then what?

Miza. Then what?

You change diapers
all day long?

Wipe
noses?

Sing
lullabies?

No. I will earn
my degree, Papa.

I swear it.
For years,

I taught you never to rely
on a man for anything.

Do I really need to explain
the situation to you, Papa?

I just don't want you
to punish yourself

for the rest of your life.

Not for making a
mistake one night.

It wasn't a mistake.

And it certainly wasn't
one night.

You were in Zurich--
the Swiss are experts

at taking care of
unfortunate circumstances.

I would never do such a
thing!

I want to have Albert's
child.

(shudders)
I want more for you.

If you believe in me,

Papa, at least
give Albert a chance.

*

(door opens)

(door slams)

(hinges squeak)

(door opens)

(door creaks)

Herr Einstein.

Good evening, Frau
Schnellham.

You're quite the
kitty,
sneaking all
about.

Just testing
your impeccable hearing.

Still top-notch.

Do you
have
the rent or not?

Not.

You know your
way out, then,

kitty.
I've secured
a position.

I'm merely awaiting

a final letter
of approval.

Then it isn't
secured, is
it?

Well, perhaps
there's word today.

I-I would check
the post, but...

seeing as you've
confiscated

my mail key...

Please, Frau Schnellham.

(sighs)

Many prominent academics and
leading thinkers in the field

are talking favorably
of my work.

(opening
envelope)

Well?

EINSTEIN:
I was given the impression

that the job was mine
but for a formality.

I've made many inquiries
in search of answers,

but I've been met
with silence.

So you have come
for help,
then.

Just... a small favor,

Herr Professor,
a letter of recommendation,

perhaps

Perhaps, uh, like,

uh, this one.

(clears throat)

"Esteemed Herr Weber,
forgive my impudence

"in writing you directly,

"but I beg you to intercede
on behalf of my poor Albert.

As a concerned
father..."

My father?

Herr Professor, I...

I had no idea.

I would... I would
never ask my father

to intercede
on my behalf.

Frankly, I'm mortified.

As you should be.

Like any other recent graduate,
I am only asking

that you put in a word
with potential employers.

Oh, but I
have.

Many universities
have sought my counsel

on your intellect
and your character.

But in
good
conscience

I have not and I cannot...

recommend your character.

You gave me
an unfavorable
recommendation?

Several, in fact.

But that's sabotage.

You openly challenged
my authority.

You publicly disrespected me.

How am I to justify sticking
my head above the grass for you

when there are so many
qualified alumni

who have actually
earned my respect?

But this is my reputation
we're talking about.

And mine, too!

If I recommend someone
and they fail to live up

to my
endorsement,
how do I look?

But you don't understand,
sir.

I have... I have obligations.

(chuckles)
Obligations.

You are what? 22?

An unknown,
unattached,
healthy young man.

What obligations could
you possibly have?

EINSTEIN: My name is ruined!
All because I couldn't keep

my stupid mouth shut
in Weber's class.

I already wrote to Mileva
to tell her I got the job.

Mileva? What has she
got to do with this?

Put in a good word for me,
Marcel, in your
department.

I am a flea
on the smelly ass
of academia.

No one cares
what I have to say.

But there is
a position I know of.

Decent wage, steady hours.

What is
it?

It's in Bern
at the patent office.

Um, clerical position,
but very interesting work.

You could employ some
of your engineering knowledge.

I'm a scientist, Marcel!

I'm better than a clerkship.

You need money.
I need a thought,

a paper that can show people
what I can do; I need time.

No, you need a job.

Why not ask your father

could he set you up
in the factory in Milan?

Because he humiliated me.

I'm done with
him,
after the letter to Weber.

Did it ever occur to you
that perhaps your father

reached out to Weber
because he cares about
you?

Be practical, Albert.

If you will not get
a real job,

how on earth
will you survive?

Hmm?

*

MAN:
Whoa.

Maja.

Big brother.

We missed you in
Milan.

I thought it would be best

to meet you and Mother here.

Because Father
is not with
us?

You can't ignore him forever.

He's hurt, Albert.

I'm... I'm not
ready to face him.

Not until you feel you've made
something of yourself.

Only then will you be able to
tell him he was wrong about you?

How's Mother?

Did you really
have to send her

a photo of your
Serbian temptress?

I thought she
might like it.

What she really liked
was Marie.

She was counting on
you two getting married,

so don't mention Mileva.

(sighs

PAULINE:
Tell me everything
that's been happening.

I'm sure the world
is beating down your door.

I'm, uh,
developing
many new
ideas.

Won't be long before I'm
recognized for my
work.

(chuckles)

But, um,

right now, Mother,

the-the truth is, I need money.

Your father's business

needed another infusion
of capital, darling.

I can't go to
my brother again.

I'm afraid the well is dry.

You'll have to manage
on your own.

If there's such
pressing money concerns,

then why are you taking
such lavish holidays?

Lower your voice, dear.

We must keep up appearances.

If only Marie were here
to teach you some manners.

Marie and I are finished.

And it seems to me,
if you apologize

for your boorish behavior,

you may have a chance
to win her back.

Mother, you know very well

that I have someone else now.

What? That creature
in the photo you sent?

She isn't even Jewish.
Neither is Marie.

Well, at least she isn't Slavic.

What does that mean?
Mother.

Be-- She'll be the end of
you,
Albert.

She's just a nasty little witch.

She is no witch.

She's my wife.

(gasps)

Oh.

(crying)

You married that girl?

No, of course
not.

Then why did you say
that you did?

Because I can't stand the way
that Mother talks about Mileva

and I don't want to give
her the satisfaction

of thinking she can
tell me what to do.

So then you're not
marrying Mileva.

(sighs)

I'm going to have to.

How... How far along is she?

Six months.
God, Albert.

I don't know what I'm
supposed
to say. Congratulations?

Are you happy about this?

I love her, Maja.

She's-She's like nobody
I've ever met before.

I felt this...
this pull towards her.

Since I saw her, I...
I should be thrilled, but...

But?

Well, now I feel
this opposing
force

pulling me down.

I'm just getting started
with my life.

I'm-I'm
worried
that if I marry her,

I'll never take flight.

What other choice do you
have?

You have a
visitor.

MILEVA:
A visitor? But who could...?

Sir.

This is quite unexpected.

My dear, it is
wonderful to see you.

I would stand,
but you may remember my hip.

It's been acting up.

Yes, of course.

I have to say I was overjoyed

when your father paid a visit

to inform me that my finest
student was back in town.

But I have to admit this is not
merely a social call.

No?
I am here

to offer you a
teaching position

for the spring term.

It is time we had a woman

on the permanent faculty.

It is a new era.

MILEVA:
How could
you ambush me like that?

What if he'd seen my belly?

My secret would be out.

Calm yourself, Mileva.

I just wanted you to know

that there is
an
alternative.

Einstein used to
write you every day.

Now it's once
a week at
most.

He's... he's very busy, Papa.

Or maybe he
has
lost interest?

You deduced all of that

by the frequency
of his letters?

And so now you want me to
settle for being a schoolmarm?

Perhaps you could
teach physics?

You could use the skills
you have learned.

Are you giving up
on me, Papa?

I'm giving up on Einstein.

He can't even get a job.

You're wrong.

He has a job.

Yeah.
Teaching.

But what is the ether?

What kind of substance has
such remarkable properties?

One has to twist all of physics
into knots

just to make it work,
but it must exist, or else...

Are you a Jew?

I subscribe to no religion.

You look like a Jew.

Are you sliced? Down there?

Does it feel odd
to fornicate

if you're sliced?

Timo, your father isn't
paying
me to tutor you

about the ins and outs of--
about girls,

but if you'll indulge me,

I'll show you that
mathematics

is as elegant
as the finest of women,

and just like women,

it might seem intimidating
at first,

but the truth is
anyone can do it.

LENARD: Almost anyone
with rudimentary learning

could achieve the same results.

All these prints
were taken by me

using my own tubes,
not Rontgen's.

It's one thing that you were
able to duplicate his outcome,

but are you implying
that Rontgen

actually poached
your tube model?

Sir, not only did he
appropriate my design,

he wrote to me
asking for supplies.

Supplies which are
very
difficult to come by,

and I did graciously comply.

Only to be stabbed in the back,

flank and front
for my selfless deed.

Yes, but why should any of this
concern the academy?

LENARD:
Professor Plom,

the Nobel Committee is
considering candidates.

If Rontgen receives recognition

for something
that isn't all his,

then the entire fabric of
this
institution is under attack.

Unlike
Rontgen,

I'm seeking neither fame
nor money.

I am defending science
itself.

PLOM: What specifically
are you asking us to do?

Compose a letter of
support
to the Nobel Committee, hmm?

Immediately.

May we have the room,
Philipp?

Hmm, yeah.

(door closes)

He's bringing politics
into science.

I can't condone it.

It's beneath us all.

PLOM: Still,
imagine how we would feel

if an inferior talent
snatched recognition

for one of our achievements.

A bit of ink,
it costs us nothing.

ALBERT:
Dearest Mileva,

I understand you're upset
I haven't
written,

but I've been terribly busy.

And while I'd love nothing more

than to have you visit,

I haven't had time to furnish
my new dwelling.

If you still wish
to rendezvous,

I only request it be
somewhere

discreet to avoid gossip.

MARIJA
A secluded
inn.

As if your present situation
weren't scandal
enough.

Mama, please.

It's only for a few days.

A few
days.

An unmarried, pregnant
woman traveling on her
own.

What will people say?

Your name, madam?

Mileva Einstein.

My husband should
have already arrived.

No, I don't believe so.

If you'd just show me
to my room,

I've had a very exhausting
day of travel.

My husband had business
to transact.

He'll arrive any moment.

Please.

(speaks indistinctly)

(thunder rumbles)

*

(footsteps approaching)

(knocking on
door)

Herr Ebersold.

Forgetting something,
Einstein?

Oh, God, yes,
actually.
I'm late for my train.

I mean Timo, Einstein.

My boy.

You were scheduled
to tutor him this afternoon.

I'll make it up to you, sir.

I'm not finished,

Herr Einstein.

His marks are lower
than when you started.

What are you teaching
the boy, Einstein?

Well, we have touched
occasionally

on subjects, I admit,

that are a bit ambitious.

Yes, Timo told me.

Heat transfers, ether,

hypothetical atoms,
something called quanta.

He needed help
with algebra.

But what good is algebra
if you have no understanding

of how it applies to the larger
questions of science?

You're fired, Einstein.

(footsteps receding)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door opens)

Where have you been?

I'm so sorry, I was...
(clears throat)

I was working and then-then

I got, uh, distracted,
and when I looked up...

How could you leave me here?

Do you have any idea what it's
like to be a pregnant
woman

traveling this
country alone?

Dollie.

Of course you don't.

I'm so stupid.

No, you're not stupid.
You're brilliant. Come on.

Look, I'm here now,

and that's
what's important, my love.

Let me explain, you'll
understand everything.

Radiation quanta.

Planck's concept.

Radiation quanta?

This could be
the breakthrough

that I've been searching for.

You didn't come to be with me,

you came to use me
to help you with math.

No, I was...

Why did I expect any
different?

You-you write page after page
about work in your
letters,

but you almost
never ask about
me.

That isn't true.
I search endlessly

for some caring
emotion

like a pig digging
for truffles,

but I never find it.

At least I know my father
was right about one thing.

And what's that?
You're too damn
selfish

to be a good husband.

I've defended you to everyone.

And now I feel like a fool.

None of them have ever met you,

and yet they saw you
more clearly than I did.

That's nonsense.
Mileva, do you...

You're having my child.

And what a mistake that was.

I'll live with the
consequences

forever.

But at least the child and I
won't have you to let us
down.

What are you saying?

I'm fairly
certain
I just said it.

Don't act
like you want to marry me.

I know you don't.

I missed the train
because I was distracted.

I couldn't
wait

to share my ideas with you.

Not because they promise
glory for me, but because...

it was like peeking
through a keyhole to our future.

The two of us.
Huh?

Mileva...

you're the love of my life.

And I will do the
right thing for
you

and this child.

I promise.

GROSSMANN: "Private lessons
in mathematics and physics,

"given most thoroughly
by Albert Einstein.

Trial lesson free."

Sounds promising.

This is a new low, Albert.

It's just temporary
till I find something better.

GROSSMANN: If you're
in such straits,

the job in the patent office
is still open, and...
I'm a scientist.

I'm not a damn clerk.

I just need time
to finish my new paper.

Paper?

What paper, Albert?

Radiation
packets.

Planck calls them "quanta."

You do realize
that
radiation quanta

is an academic idea.
Planck himself does not believe

they describe reality.
Planck himself is wrong.

(chuckles)
You'll see.

Someone else can rot
in a patent office.

MAN:
Albert Einstein?

Maurice Solovine.

How do you do?

Sir, if I owe you money,

then I'm afraid
you'll have to get in line.

Are you not Albert Einstein?

You are here for physics?

Indeed.

But recreationally.

My friends accuse me
of being a bored dilettante,

to which I plead
guilty as
charged.

I've studied
biology, philosophy,

literature, art.

Physics is the next
logical subject

in my illogical curriculum.

I think I have room
in my schedule.

When would you like to start?

I'm here now, Einstein.

The first lesson
is free, Herr...

(inhales):
What was your name again?

Solovine.

I tell you what.
I'll pay anyway,

provided you submit

to a change of venue.

SOLOVINE:
The previous occupant

has done a garish
rococo treatment,

so I will spend a good
chunk of my father's money

scraping the fairy tale
out of the place.

(sighs):
Here's the wine.

Now, where are the
women to pour it over?

(laughs)

Albert, this
is
Conrad
Habicht.

Lout, wretch,

altogether bad influence,
and my
brother-in-arms.

Conrad, this
is
Albert Einstein,

the most
promising,

illustrious young physicist
of his generation.

Mmm. Well,
I just hope he's better

than that horrid
fencing
instructor

you wasted our money on.

Damn near impaled myself.

(laughs)
(sighs)

Well, come on, Einstein.

We are your captive audience.

Go on, Einstein.

Dazzle us.

(clears throat)

D-Dazzle.

Y-Yes, right.

Uh, well... Um.

(smacks lips) Uh...

Liquids.

Yes? They run in a tube.

They tend to... They rise

because of what is termed
the capillary effect...

I've got a physics question.

So, I was in my
bathtub
this morning,

and I dunk my
head
at the same time

as I knock my hairbrush in
with my toe.

And it hits the cast
iron, and it
sounds

quite loud underwater.

Why is that?

Well, um... Indulge me

in something that I like to call
a thought experiment.

Let's make waves.

A hammer hits
a string,
(both mouthing)

causing a vibration

which spreads out as a waveform.

In this case, the medium is
a disturbance of the air,

which, when it hits
your eardrums,

is interpreted as sound.

Unlike matter,

waves travel
better
through denser materials.

That's why
your hairbrush sounded loud.

Put your ears to a rail,

and you can hear locomotives

from miles away
when all is
silent

an inch above the track.

That's...

fantastic.
Yes.

But do you want to know what
I've really been thinking about?

It's light,

because light
from this candelabra, say,

is a wave, just like sound.

But if waves travel better
through denser materials,

then why can I put up my hand

and block out
the brightest of lights?

SOLOVINE:
Yes.

Why?

Well, scientists think
that light
travels

through its own special,
invisible medium.

They call it the ether.

Yeah, but if it's invisible,

then how do we know it's there?
We don't.

People have been trying
to understand this for years.

We can't...
We can't see it o-or feel it,

but everywhere
that light travels,

the ether is there.

That
sounds

pretty fantastical.

I agree.
(both chuckle)

But it's the best idea
we've got.

A wave needs a medium.

But why?

I don't know.

But I intend to find out.

Damn fine show, Einstein.

(mouths)

(baby cries)

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

(children yelling, laughing)

I don't know
how you do it, Helene.

(chuckles)

They turn out to be
more of a delight

than you can possibly
imagine.

What if I don't want
children?

Well, it's a bit late for that.

(baby fusses)

I don't know
if I can count on Albert.

Well, you can always

count on me,

Mileva

You've always
been
my closest friend, Helene.

And you love children.

What if you took my baby?

No, Mileva...

Everything I've worked for...

(chuckles)

Forget I said that.

It's horrid.

I haven't been sleeping...
(chuckles)

(baby fusses)

If it is what you need,
Mileva...

If it is what
you really need...

I will help you.

(breathing raggedly)

(cries)

(sobs)

(Mileva screams, gasps)

(panting)

("Maple Leaf Rag" playing
on piano)

(giggles)

(guests laughing)

SOLOVINE: Do you ever feel
like you're part

of something larger?

Yes. The universe is so vast.

Lately, we've been trying
to measure it,

but so far...
Albert, Jesus.

I'm talking about

the three of us.

We should codify

our little salon.

We'll meet regularly...

Nightly.
Nightly. Fine.

With the express purpose
of
ruminating on philosophy,

science, music, art...

And women.

(laughs)
And women, too.

But we need a name for
our little
association.

The honor is yours, Einstein.

You made this
possible.

Well, uh, how about...

the Olympia Academy.

SOLOVINE AND HABICHT:
The Olympia Academy.

(chuckles)
Grand and ridiculous,

equal parts
pompous
and austere.

Just like
its founding members.

(all laugh)

Long live the Olympia Academy.

The Olympia Academy.

(chuckles)

(baby cries)

MILOS:
She's the most beautiful girl

in the entire world.

Elizabeth.

Little Lieserl.

That's what I told Albert
I want to call her.

Where is he?

Wherever is your father,
sweet Lieserl?

(door closes)

(man and woman laugh)

SOLOVINE: Don't linger
in the doorway, Einstein.

Didn't your mother
teach you any manners?

I only came to
say

that I won't be attending
this evening's festivities.

Why not?

I have a family matter.

Somebody died?

Ah!

And you're inheriting
a tropical island nation,
yes?

(chuckles)

I'll return in a few weeks.

Where are you going?
Serbia

Serbia?

Einstein...

look in here

and tell me
Serbia is more important

than what you see.

Now, go on, tell me.

What's this all about?

I just became a father.

Are you married?

I'm not married to her.

Hmm.

(grunts) Allow me to indulge
in a little thought experiment.

Just imagine a full
and
turbulent household.

A newborn child,

cawing, soiling
herself
left and
right.

Sleepless nights,
chaotic days.

A late rent payment,
a haggard
wife,

nagging her untidy husband...

Maurice...
Stay with me now.

This is where it
turns naughty.

Your colleagues.

Can you see them?

Huh? Men of inferior
intellect.

But untethered by family,
they go zipping past you

at the speed of light.

And you're
left...

holding a mewling newborn,
asking yourself, "How the hell

did I get here?"

It's not as if
I can turn back time.

Why are you torturing me?
My cousin

has a
perfectly
agreeable situation.

He sends the
mother
of his boy a stipend

every month.

Everybody happy.

You're talking

about a woman that I love

and the child
she just brought into the world.

I... Are you suggesting
I abandon them?

Abandon? No.

Send money. Provide help.

But you must not
sacrifice your dreams

just to make them happy.

Albert

You are the most brilliant
man I've ever met.

You're going to do great things.

But not if you cinch an anchor

around your neck.

Think about it, Albert.

Maja?

What are you doing here?

I wrote. You didn't answer.

What is it?

It's Father.

He's very sick, Albert.

We must go now.

(knocking)

Herr
Professor.

Thank you.
Yes, sir.

(shouts)
(shattering)

EINSTEIN: They're giving it
to a man named Rontgen.

He's discovered
what they're calling X-rays.

Perhaps you read
about it, Papa.
Yeah?

The Nobel is
a major new prize.

Maybe you will win one someday,
yes?

Hmm

No.
(chuckles)

You were right about me
all along, Papa.

I'm... I'm only a dreamer.

No.

No, that's not true.

(gulps)
I...

I've never told you this,
Papa, but...

when I'm lost,

it's always your voice
I hear in my
head.

Guiding me.

Maja told me you were angry
about the letter

I sent to your
professor.

I was only trying to help.

I
know.

It was childish of me.
I'm so sorry.

It wasn't you

I was angry with.
(shushing

Tell me about the
girl.

The Serb.

(chuckles softly)
Mother doesn't approve.

(scoffs)

Do you love her?

Yes. But it's
very complicated.

You're a complex soul,
Albert.

(sniffles)

If you've
found a woman

who will abide
with your peculiarities,

well, miracles
should not be sniffed at.

(sniffling)

Marry her.

Marry her.

(gasps
Have a big family.

Huh?

(gasps

The one true blessing
in this world

is family.

(gasping)

(exhales)

Leave now.

Go

I'd like to die alone.

(sniffles)

(sniffles)

(Einstein saying kaddish)

ALL:
Amen.

(continues saying kaddish)

ALL:
Amen.

(priest blessing in Serbian)

(crying)

(shushing softly)

(coughs)

(cries)

(coughing)

(crying)
(shushes, gasps)

(speaking indistinctly)

(knocking)

Yes?

Telegramma per
Albert
Einstein.

Thank you.

(bell tolling)

(priest praying in Serbian)

(crying)

(sobbing)

Perhaps it's
for the best.

How could you say such a thing?

It is sad,
yes,

but you no longer have any
obligation to marry this
girl.

Papa gave it his blessing.

Papa is dead.

You told
me

that your life
was just getting started.

Now, here you are,

free to pursue your dreams
with no responsibilities.

MILOS: Perhaps this is
God's way of giving you

another
chance.
Perhaps
it's...

Lieserl's
gift to you.

You're still young.

You don't need a man.

You never did.

EINSTEIN:
What about
Mileva?

Maybe this is what
is right for her, too.

I know you, brother.
You can barely...

dress yourself,
let alone raise a family.

That isn't true.

You have your eyes set
on the stars, Albert.

It's who you are.
It's what makes you wonderful.

But think about her life.

Here, on Earth.

MILOS:
Now you can do anything,

be anybody,

go anywhere.

(train chugging)

(indistinct chatter)

How could you not have come?

I'm so sorry, Dollie.

(sniffles) My father
became ill so fast.

If I had had any idea...

When I saw her

being lowered into the ground...

it was like a piece of me
was torn away.

A piece of me buried
alongside her.

And I knew

the only person
who
could fill that
void...

is
you.

And I hate you for that.

Go on hating me if you
choose.

I know I deserve it.

And I know I...

I don't deserve you.

But I will never
feel anything

but love for you, Mileva.

Marry me, Dollie.

I know it might only be
a humble life I have to offer,

but... (sniffles)
it's a good life.

And if we're together,

then it couldn't
possibly be anything else.

*

KATHARINA: It's only
the very first Nobel.

You will win the next one.
I believe in you, Philipp.

You're a genius.
It's bigger than you understand,
Katharina.

This whole
charade, it's...

more evidence
of a troubling trend.

And what's that?

This avaricious hunger
for money and acclaim.

It's-it's a disease.

It's the Jewish mind-set.

I didn't know
Rontgen was Jewish.

He isn't.
But I've worked with them.

I know their hearts.

And Rontgen has a Jewish heart.

He's a rat,

like the Jews.

And rats must
be eradicated.

You'll come up with
something marvelous, Philipp.

I know it.

(crackling)

*

(grunts softly)

Well, good morning,
Frau Einstein.

Mm.

What has you
so
riveted this
early?

Philipp Lenard.

He's demonstrated

something interesting
in the emissions

of metals
when bombarded with light:

more intense light

does not produce
more energetic emissions.

Well, he is a brilliant man.

But he didn't go
far enough.

He gives no explanation
as to why.

Something more is needed.
Something revolutionary.

If I had the time...

Well,
right
now you don't.

You're going
to be
late.

(bell tolling)

(door shuts)

(soft chattering)

Herr Einstein,
welcome to the patent office.

(indistinct chatter)

(stamping, chattering
increase
in volume)

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