All language subtitles for Genius S01E05 Einstein Chapter Five (1080p x265 10bit Joy)

Previously on Genius...

I need help,
someone to work alongside me.

Do you have someone
particular
in mind?

Time is not absolute.

(Besso gasps, Einstein
laughs)

Holy hell.

I've devised my own
principle of relativity.

It's the redefinition
of the universe.

This is what we've been chasing.

You thanked Michele.

EINSTEIN:
Of course I thanked him.

But I've helped you

with so many papers,

but you never thought
to put my name in any of
them.

It never occurred to me.

Dr. Curie.

You are to be awarded

the 1903 Nobel Prize in Physics.

Please inform
the Nobel committee

that I will not
accept the prize

if they do not honor
my wife alongside me.

This patent clerk in Bern.

He has cited us both
in his paper on...

Light quanta, yes, indeed.
You see?

Einstein.

It's fascinating
what one can
deduce

about a man
just by knowing his name.

LAUE: I'm here at the behest
of Professor Max Planck.

The father of Prussian physics?

Tell me, are you working
on anything else?
Yes.

LAUE:
Herr Einstein, it's...
genius.

*

(man shouting)

Stop!

Please, stop.

(shuddering, shouts)

(door opens)

May I come in?

(door closes)

My name is Dr. Carl Jung.

I'm a friend of your
father's.

Can you tell me why you
wanted
to hurt yourself, Eduard?

(baby crying)

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Don't cry, little one.

When I come home, I'll
play you some Mozart.

Maybe someday you'll
be
a beautiful violinist

like your
papa.

Practice your piano,
Albertli.

Later we'll play
that nice minuet

you've been learning
for baby Eduard.

(Eduard coughs)
He doesn't sound good at all.

I can stay if you need me, Miza.

We'll be all
right.

You're just nervous
about your lecture.

I suppose I can't be
any more boring

than fat, old Professor Pernet.

You'll do fine, Albert.

You've waited a long time
for this
professorship.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(clears throat)

(clears throat)

Uh, so...

good-good
morning.

Uh, I think...

Uh, yes, yes.

Newton's, uh, second law,
uh, acceleration

in response
to any force is, um...

Actually, let's-let's start

with his, uh,
principle of-of gravity.

Um...

A-A force directly proportional
to the product of two masses

and inversely proportional...

(door closes)

You all seem a bit restless.

Who'd like to join me
for a walk?

MAN: Why are we walking,
Herr Professor?

Because I'm a terrible lecturer,

but I'm not a bad talker.

You must have questions.

Physics tries to explain
the entire universe.

Who doesn't have
questions about that?

Look at the sky.

Who can tell me
why it's blue?

Something to do with
scattering of light?

That's what the books tell you.

But what makes
the light
scatter?

Believe it or not, nobody knows.

Maybe we can
work it out together.

(Eduard coughing)

It's not consumption, is it?

He'll be fine.

Just a slight croup.
Are you sure?

I can't lose another child.
I-I couldn't bear it.

Frankly, I'm more concerned
about your hysteria

than the child's cough.

I'm not hysterical. I'm
tired.

Your emotional reactions
are disproportionate.

Do you think it's easy

looking after two
children and a
husband?

May I ask,

are you having relations
with your
husband?

Excuse me?

It is a medical fact:

a woman's organs
do not function properly

if she's not meeting
her husband's needs.

(Eduard cries)

EINSTEIN: And so Mach's
principle throws doubt

on Newton's explanation
for
the spinning bucket of water.

So does your theory,
Professor.

You know my work?

I've read special
relativity a dozen times,

but I have a question.

Just one? I've got
hundreds myself.

(others chuckle)

Special relativity only
applies to constant speeds.

What about acceleration?

That's a question I've been
struggling with for years,

but, unfortunately,
I'm late for an appointment.

You look handsome
tonight, Babu.

Not now, Miza.

(whispering): It's okay,
the children are asleep.

Please, get dressed.
We're going to be late.

The last thing I want to do
is paint on a smile

and chatter about the weather
with strangers.

We hardly ever have any time
for ourselves anymore.

Please, Miza, you
look very beautiful,

but this
invitation
is an honor.

We cannot cancel.

Perhaps you should
go without me.

As you wish.

(kisses)

Brandy

EINSTEIN:
No, thank you, Dr. Jung.

It makes my thoughts fuzzy.

Ah, you like to be in control.

This is my laboratory,
after all.

And this, this is mine.

It's a pity your wife isn't
well, but I'm glad you're here.

I've been wanting
to discuss your paper:

"Electrodynamics
of Moving Bodies."

I believe your colleagues
refer to it
as,

uh, special
relativity.

Have I said something
to upset you?

(sighs)

Honestly, I-I wish I could just
move beyond the damn theory.

It makes me feel like a,
like a charlatan.

A charlatan?

It's, uh, it's
groundbreaking.

Perhaps, but it only covers
a specialized circumstance.

Speed's not always constant.

The world is spinning.
That's a form of
acceleration.

The theory disregards
that entirely

and it says nothing
at all about gravity.

The theory is still
incomplete. I'm stalled.

And to make matters worse,
I've been asked to lecture on it

at a conference in Salzburg.

I'm thinking
about saying no.

Oh. I imagine
you'd
disappoint a lot of
people.

I despise lecturing;
it-it unnerves
me.

(sighs)

I can't believe
I prattled on like that.

I can have
that effect on people.

With my patients,
I've found

whatever's troubling
them on the surface,

fear of speaking,
for example,

there's something
much more fascinating

lurking in the unconscious.

With respect, Doctor,
I'd rather not be analyzed.

I'd prefer
to remain in the dark.

(chuckles)
Forgive
me.

I invited you here for a
chat,
not analysis.

But may I offer
a friendly piece of advice?

How can I refuse?

A man can't avoid his fears.

To overcome them,

he must face
them,
pass through the inferno.

(buzzing)

(sighs)

(elevator rumbling)

Mezzanine, please.

(elevator rumbling, thuds)

Mezzanine, sir.

MINKOWSKI:
Good afternoon, Professor.

Are you feeling all right?

Professor Planck,
Professor Minkowski, I...

Spit it out, Einstein.

This is no
time
to be tongue-tied.

You're this
afternoon's
headliner, after all.

(chuckles)
Frankly,
I never imagined

a student I once
called a lazy dog

would produce something as
beautiful as special relativity.

Indeed. Our colleagues
have been anticipating

your lecture for
weeks.

Your theory is
all we talk about.

(chuckles)

(applause)

(clears throat)

I know what you are
all expecting to hear, but...

today, I would like
to talk to you

about something
other than relativity.

(murmuring)

EINSTEIN:
According to the prevailing
theory, an oscillating...

...the next stage in the
development of theoretical...

...and emission theories
applies

to the following conjecture.

...can only assume energy...

(continues low, indistinct)

And so...

if we accept
Professor Planck's constant,

it means, in short,

that much of what we thought
we knew about light...

is wrong.

(clapping)

Bravo!

Brilliant, Albert.

But why on Earth didn't you
lecture on relativity?

When I saw you
in the front row, sir,

I-I... I had an inspiration.

You see, your work is
the foundation...

Professor Einstein.

Do forgive the interruption.

Count Von Sturgkh,

Minister of Education for the
Austro-Hungarian Empire.

I wanted to inform you that
there is a post open

for a Professor
of Theoretical Physics

at Karl-Ferdinand University
in Prague.

We would be honored
to add you to our faculty.

Well, I'm flattered.

I think you'll find
our terms quite generous.

Limited teaching duties.

Ample time to focus
on your own work.

Well, that doesn't sound
too terrible, does it?

Wonderful.

One more
question.

They want me to declare
a religion.

What has that got to do
with teaching physics?

It's called the Holy Crown
for a reason, Albert.

You must at least pretend
to believe in God

if you want them to hire you.

Perhaps I'm being foolish.

Why would I leave democratic
Switzerland to work

for a medieval,
warmongering monarchy?

Since when do you care about

the stupidities of politics?
I don't.

I care about completing
my theory.

Well, there's your answer.

You've been complaining about
not having time.

Swallow your pride
and admit you're a Jew.

A Jew? Oh, they'll
love that.

*

Professor
Einstein,

Von Sturgkh here tells me

you're one of the greatest
minds in Europe.

He's being too kind,
Your Majesty.

He also tells me
you're a Jew.

Yes. (clears throat)

Well, my parents...

You understand, we are
not like the
Prussians.

Herr Einstein, we have
no quarrel with the Jews,

as long as you are God-fearing.

Oh, I am, Your Majesty.

Terrified, actually.

EINSTEIN: I'd like to
continue
our work
together,

so why don't you come to Prague
with me, Jakob?

Maybe I could get you a position
at the
University.

We'd have time to work
on accelerated motion.

Albert, I'm flattered,

but I've received another offer.

A professorship?

No. Assistant to Philipp Lenard.

Well, Lenard's a genius.
Of course, you must accept.

Yes, but he's got
a bit of a reputation.

Quite a taskmaster,
apparently.

Honestly, I get a pit in my
stomach just thinking about it.

I know how you feel.

In Salzburg, I was so
nervous before my lecture,

I thought my heart
was going to stop

right in the elevator.

Actually, I... I imagined
something very strange,

as though the elevator
were falling,

and I was just floating
inside it.

(elevator thuds, Einstein gasps)

It was terrifying at first...

...but then, suddenly,
it was as if, well...

...as if I had no weight
at all.

Because a falling man
does not feel his own weight.

Me,

the floor, my papers,

were all falling
at the same rate,

so I couldn't feel the pressure
of the floor on my feet.

But what if the elevator
was rising?

I'd be accelerating

in the opposite direction.

It would produce
the opposite effect.

LAUB:
You'd feel the floor.

EINSTEIN:
I'd be glued to it,

as I am now.

But that's gravity.

Exactly!

I should have seen it before.

It is so simple,
so beautiful.

Acceleration and gravity
are the same thing.

This is the idea I've been
missing to complete relativity.

(chuckles)
This may just be

one of the happiest thoughts
of my life.

I know you've been
unhappy here,

but things will be better
in Prague.

Why should I be happy
in a new city?

It will just
be
more of the same.

Wash dishes,

change
diapers,
buy groceries.

I might as well
be
a mule tied to a cart.

When do I get to use my mind?

Miza, you've had dark moods
since you were a child.

It will pass.

This is not a mood, Mama!

I'm suffocating.

You should count your blessings.

There was a time
I thought you would

never have a man at all.

Maybe I would have been
better off without one.

How can you say that?

What about your children?

Don't listen to Mama,
Eduard.

Sometimes Mama gets sad.

JUNG: People don't try
to kill
themselves

for no reason, Eduard.

You must be in despair
about something.

Trouble with a woman,

or a disappointment
at school.

I'm sorry.

Do you-do you mind if I smoke?

It reminds me of my father.

JUNG: When was the last time
you saw your father?

Not for years.

Oh.

That must be, uh, difficult.

No.

No, it's not hard at all.

You see...

...I hate him.

Prague's a caste system.

Germans on top,
Jews in the
middle

and the poor Czechs
beneath them
both.

Why does anyone put up with it?
It has one advantage.

They say that suffering
is necessary for art.

Ah, so you're an artist.

I could claim
to be a writer,

but the truth is

I work in a civil
service office.

It's killing my soul.

I understand.

I worked as a clerk
for many years.

Did it make you feel
like a cockroach?

What an interesting metaphor.

You think so?

Professor, I see
you've met Herr Kafka.

Franz is too shy to tell you,
but he's
published

some short stories.

They are quite modern.

I think intellect is the most
fascinating part of a man.

I find Czech an interesting
language.

Slavonic, but without
the Cyrillic alphabet.

It must be so intimidating
being married to a genius.

I'd always be afraid to say
something stupid.

(whispering)

Not at all.

He's the one who's
always being foolish.

(talking low)

Albert, I've got a headache.
Take me home.

If it's not your hip,
it's your head.

When was the last time
you actually enjoyed
yourself?

It's not my fault everyone
in this city is rude.

They're rude?

You spent the night scowling

like a scolded child.

We don't know anyone
in this city.

I thought you'd want
to meet people.

Then why didn't
you
introduce me to
anyone?

It's bad enough
I'm
invisible to everyone
else,

then you ignore me, too.

I was simply talking
with other
people.
Yes.

You had plenty to say
to that chesty brunette.

Don't worry, I'm sure you'll
have a wonderful time

without me at your
very important

conference in
Brussels.

I'm surprised you're not
attending the Solvay Conference,

Herr Professor.

I'm far too busy
to take time away

for a trip to Brussels.

I'm sure your colleagues
will miss you.

Schinz, this is Laub.

He's going to be
working with us.

Show him the equipment,
explain our procedures.

Yes, Herr Professor.

You shouldn't have
asked him about
Solvay.

He wasn't invited.

My God, how could I be
so stupid?

Now, you must tell me
about
Einstein.

Is he as brilliant
as everyone says?

SOMMERFELD: You are not
a true gentleman, sir.

And you are not
a true blonde, madam.

(mild laughter)

I must remember that one,
Sommerfeld.

Isn't that Madame Curie?

SOMMERFELD:
What gave her away, the
dress?

Why isn't anyone
talking to her?

Haven't you heard?

She's been cavorting around
Paris with a married man.

Why is that anyone's
business?

SOMMERFELD:
It's been
splashed

across the French papers
for days.

It's a terrible disgrace
to her late husband.

Poincaire thinks

she should be
asked
to leave the conference.

EINSTEIN:
Excuse me.

Madame Curie.

I'm Albert Einstein.

I've heard some
gossip about you.

I'm sure you
have.

The rumor is...

that you're going to
win another Nobel Prize.

Don't worry about them.

Their jokes are worse
than their manners.

Then you'll fit right in,
Herr Einstein.

MARIE:
People floating weightless,

elevators flying
through space.

You have the imagination
of a poet, not a scientist.

You wouldn't think so
if you read my poetry.

(laughs)

Let's assume you are right about
acceleration and gravity.

You had better prepare yourself
for tremendous resistance

from our colleagues.

You'll be murdering
one of their sacred cows.

Sooner or later,
they'll realize that I'm right.

Only if you can prove it.

I'd imagine the mathematics
must be very complex.

If I was back in Zurich,

I'd have my friend
Grossmann to help me.

But in Prague, my colleagues
are all absolutely
useless.

When Pierre was alive,

we had the luxury of always
being there to help each other.

I once had that with my wife.

Ah, she's also a scientist.

She studied physics, yes.

And now?

(Einstein sighs)

EINSTEIN: I think, of all
the mysteries in the
universe,

people are the hardest
for me to fathom.

But my wife
is really quite brilliant.

(door opens)

Have you been with
someone in Brussels?

With someone?

What... what, what do you mean?

This
woman.

Did she meet you there?

(laughs softly, scoffs)

This is from that silly girl
I met at that party.

Why is she
writing
to you in such a trifling
way?

You can't
possibly
be jealous, Miza.

Have you been intimate with her?

Intimate? I, I have never
been
unfaithful to
you.

How dare you!
(bangs table)

You certainly don't seem
interested in me anymore.

Actually, you know what, Mileva?

I was with a woman in Brussels.

You admit it.

It was your heroine,
Marie Curie.

I spent hours talking to her,

told her all about you.

She even said she'd want
to meet you one day.

But if she knew what
a suspicious, jealous
creature

you really are.

(door closes)

BESSO: Prague is even more
beautiful than people say.

EINSTEIN: Prague is a like
pretty girl with a cold
heart.

None of my colleagues
are of any use to me.

I've asked Grossmann to see

if he can help me get a position

at Zurich Polytechnic.

Does Mileva want
to
move again so
soon?

She hates it here.

But then, I don't think
she'd be happy anywhere.

Forget about gloomy topics.

What did you think of
my elevator thought experiment?

Mm. I'm still up
in
the air about it.

(chuckles)

I've realized another wonderful
consequence of my idea.

Hmm.

Gravity bends light.

That is a completely
new conception,
Albert.

But even if you're right,

you'd need a huge
gravitational force to show
it.

The sun would do, wouldn't it?

(barge whistle blowing)

Imagine that log
is a particle of light.

Now think of the
river as
space.

And you see the barge, there?

That's the sun.

Now watch.

The sun's gravity changes
the shape of
space.

I will credit you for
originality, Albert.

But is it possible
that you've gone a bit too far?

No. It's so beautiful
that it must be right.

And an astronomer
could prove it.

Then I suppose you'd better find
a good
astronomer.

PLANCK:
I do know

some astronomers
at the
University,

but frankly, I'm reluctant
to make an introduction.

Reluctant? Why?

To be blunt,
I don't know

if it's in your best
interest.

How is it not in my interest
to prove my theory?

It's
an
outlandish idea,

and you might
very well be proven wrong.

I'm not wrong.

But e-even if I were, so
what?

Scientists must take risks.

Otherwise we'd never
make any advancements.

You've established a
strong
reputation for yourself.

You should
tread carefully.

It's not hard to go
from genius to laughingstock.

I'm staying
with my aunt and uncle

while I'm in Berlin.

You can
reach me there.

PAULINE:
And then Albert hit her
in the head

with a shovel.

(laughter)

I didn't... I didn't really.

You most certainly did... twice.

Ah, Albert,

you must try some of
cousin
Elsa's famous goose
cracklings.

Who would have imagined
such a little troublemaker

would grow up to be
a great scientist?

Now if only someone would teach
him what to do with a hairbrush.

(laughs)

Poor Albert, he's been
so miserable in
Prague.

But he's got a prestigious
position there, doesn't he?

It's his wife.

He'd never admit it, but
he
regrets the day he married
her.

It's so nice to have
you in town, Albert.

The last time I saw you,

you must have
been
the same age as my girls.

We always had fun together.

Ah, you liked my
sister better than me.

Well, she was nicer to me
than you were.

(laughs softly)

Ugh. Take off your
sweater.

What? Why?

You look like a tramp.

Come, give it to me.

I'll mend it for you.

JUNG: Can you tell me why
you're so angry at your father?

I thought you wanted to know why
I tried to jump out the window.

Yes. If you're ready to tell me.

It's not because I'm in despair.

It's because I'm crazy.

And what do you mean by "crazy"?

Mad, schizoid.
It runs in my family.

My mother's sister was locked up
in this very same hospital.

So you see, I wasn't
trying to kill myself.

I was having a delusion.

I thought I was on fire.

EINSTEIN:
Guess why it's blue.

ELSA:
Because it's lonely?

Very clever, but no.

The air forms billions
of tiny
pockets

that scatter the
light from the
sun.

The blue light scatters more
than the other
wavelengths,

and that's why
you see the blue.

That's lovely.

But I can appreciate a blue sky

without knowing anything
about physics.

Why would you need to know
anything about
physics?

You're a sparkling
conversationalist,

a wonderful cook,

a talented seamstress.

Tell me about your wife.

She went to school with you?

Yes. She
wanted
to be a scientist.

Oh. Is she like you?

Always thinking about big ideas?

Never remembering
to take care of little
things?

I have a friend, a psychiatrist,

who thinks that husbands
and wives'
psyches

must be in
balance.

Mileva and I certainly are
not.

You seem discontent.

(sighs)

Mileva's unhappy all the time.

It makes life at home
unbearable.

So I find reasons
to stay away.

But then I miss my children.

That must be
very difficult or you.

But you know,

and I speak from experience,

not every marriage is
meant to last forever.

You deserve to be happy, Albert.

Albert, wait.

I thought you might get hungry

on the journey home.
I made you some butter cookies.

Wherever did you get a
rose

at this time of year?

I've got connections
all over the city.

Especially for lovely things
like greenhouse flowers.

Speaking of connections, did I
ever mention that I'm acquainted

with Fritz Haber,
at the Prussian Academy?

Haber?

He's legendary.

The man who pulled nitrogen
out of thin air.

I could say something to him.

The Academy would be the perfect
place for you to do your work.

I can't move to Berlin, Elsa.

Why not?

You know I couldn't wait
to get out of Germany

when I was a boy.

If I came back, it would only be
because I want to be with
you.

Is that so terrible?

I'd... I'd
very
much like
to...

to be something to you, Elsa,

but there are
other
people to
consider.

Mileva, of course,
but most importantly,

your daughters, and my sons.

JUNG:
Fire represents deep parts

of the unconscious.

It's an archetype
of
transformation.

I have a number
of patients
who...

Save your archetypal
nonsense

for your paying patients.

My neuroses have nothing to
do

with your,
your outlandish theories,

about the collective
unconscious.

I'm studying psychiatry.

And I can tell
you,

my neuroses
are obviously Freudian.

Freudian in what sense?

Isn't it obvious?

They're all about my father.

I don't see how a delusion about
fire connects with your father.

Quite simple, really.

When I was a child,
he nearly burned me to death.

One night, he was so distracted

by some scientific thought
or another,

that he dropped his pipe
and set fire to his bedroom.

Your memory is quite vivid.

How could I forget something
like that?

You were just a baby.

It's quite young
to remember so much.

Everyone in my family
knows the story.

Ah.

My father never
should have had children.

If it wasn't for my
mother,

God knows what would
have become of us.

Your father
is a human being.

Human beings make mistakes.

You study the psyche, Eduard.

Be your own doctor.

What would you tell yourself?

I'd say,

when one's father
is a great and heartless man,

it can make one feel...

quite worthless.

You have made your father
into
a kind of archetypal monster.

But are you really sure
you're right?

(bucket clatters)

You let the children
get hold of matches?

How could you be so careless?

So sorry.
I-I don't know

what's wrong with me lately.

I don't know
what's wrong with me.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

(Mileva crying)

It's all right, Eduard.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.

(crying)

(crying)

I know you're unhappy here,
Miza.

I got a letter
from Marie Curie yesterday.

She's invited us to take
a holiday with her in the Alps.

I think it will do us
some good to get away, hmm?

(crying)

(wind whistling)

I've read all your papers.

(chuckles softly)

They're a bit dry,
aren't they?

Oh, not at
all.

I'm fascinated
by the
idea

that radium is in
a
perpetual process of
decay.

Do you think Rutherford's
theory of
sub-atoms

and disintegration
is accurate?

I don't know about
Rutherford,
but I can see

that you are just as
brilliant
as your husband said you are.

It seems foolish now,

but once I dreamed I might
win a Nobel Prize,
too.

Hmm.

But then, life
and... children.

How did you do it all?

I didn't.
(chuckles)

My children
hardly saw me.

Now, I'm afraid they hate me.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize.

You are very lucky, Mileva.

Your children
obviously adore you.

My husband doesn't.

Not anymore.

MARIE:
Mileva's got a wonderful
mind.

(chuckles)

I can see why
you were drawn to her.

That feels like eons ago.

Love is
a chemical reaction.

Sometimes,
it burns itself out.

I miss what Mileva and I had.

Don't you sometimes think
that, well,

life isn't worth living
without someone to love.

Perhaps you'll find
someone else.

(sighs

Mileva's so fragile.

I... (sighs)

I couldn't bear
to hurt my children.

I tell you
something, Albert,

because I
think
you'll understand.

The rumors about my affair
with Paul Langevin were true.

I don't feel any guilt
about it; we fell in love.

So, why should we have
to deny our feelings

just because of an
old-fashioned social contract?

You and I don't accept all
the rules and conventions

of
science.

So, why must we accept
traditional marriage?

ELSA:
The houses held onto each other

tight that night.

And I kissed the moon and cried.

That was
"Longing"
by Henriette Hardenberg.

(applause)

Professor Haber,
I'm so glad you could be
here.

You were quite charming.

Have I ever mentioned that
my cousin is Albert Einstein?

He's making quite a name
for himself.

In Prague now, I believe.

Actually,
he's moved back to Zurich.

But I think he's
rather restless there.

A mind like his,
I'm sure he'd prefer

a more
stimulating
scientific community.

LENARD:
What is this fascination

with Einstein?

What do his so-called
"thought experiments" even mean?

Where are these trains and
lightning bolts he writes about?

He's the most original
thinker
in the world right now.

Just the kind of man we want

in the
Academy.
He's a dreamer,

not a rigorous scientist.

Hasn't he just taken
a post in Zurich?

Yes,

but I've been
told
he'd prefer to do without

his lecturing obligations.

Germany needs men
like him.

If I'm not mistaken,

he renounced his German
citizenship many years ago.

Perhaps it's best
we let the Swiss keep him.

It's good to see you again,
Carl.

JUNG: I was surprised
you came back to Zurich

so soon.

My wife despised Prague.
But, uh, more importantly,

I'm hoping Zurich will be better
for my children, healthier.

Especially little Eduard.
He's... he's a bit sickly.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

But don't
misunderstand me.

He's a remarkable child,
amazingly bright.

He started talking much
sooner
than his older brother.

And he has a wonderful
gift for
music.

Oh. Well, he's lucky
to have such a proud papa.

Oh, allow me.

(coins clink on table)

Four francs, a magical
number.

You don't actually believe
in magic, do you?

I am not sure
about magic,

but I know that four
is a very special number.

You're serious?

Indeed, four is fundamental.

There's four elements:

earth, air, fire and water;
four poles of the compass;

and four poles of the psyche:

thinking, feeling, sensation
and intuition.

And who knows,
Albert?

Perhaps...

there is even
a fourth dimension.

EDUARD: So,
what's your diagnosis,
Doctor?

Schizoid with
delusions?

I am a friend

of the family

so, I wanted to come
and see you personally,

but I think
it would be more appropriate

if you worked
with one of my colleagues.

Oh, I see.

As usual,
a visit from an eminent man

has nothing to do with me.

It's only because
of my
great

and very important father.

I understand you are...

quite an admirer of Freud.

That's right. And don't try
to tell me he's a charlatan,

because I'm quite sure

he's understood the human psyche
better than anyone.

I once thought so, too.

In fact,
he was like a father to me.

But I was young then,

my ego got in the way.

Now, we haven't spoken for...

a very long time.

I said some
terrible things to him,

and I never had the humility
to ask him to forgive me.

I wonder if he could.

I wonder if I could forgive him.

(footfalls receding)

(door opens, closes)

(classical music playing)

Oh, look.

Imagine what it would be like to
be that little spider, Teddy.

Going round and round,

the world must look very...

very different.

My God.

MILEVA:
Someone's here to see you.

Go with Mama.

Herr Professor,
what an unexpected pleasure.

What-what brings you
to Zurich?

Well, to begin with, I've
found you an astronomer.

Name is
Freundlich.

He's
young,
but ambitious.

You must tell me
all about him, but first,

take a look at the
spider on the record.

Ah.

Agelena labyrinthica, I think.

So, you know
each
other?
(chuckles)

Ask her what's
the ratio

of the diameter of the record
to the circumference.

Pi, of course.

Not to the spider,
it isn't.

Because of relativity, the
circumference is shorter

in the direction
of rotation.

I'm not sure I follow.
This beautiful

little creature
has given me the key

to formulating
general
relativity.

It cannot be done with
three-dimensional
geometry.

Dr. Jung made me realize
Minkowski was right.

I need four dimensions.

This is wonderful,
don't you see?

I hope that you'll think
that this is wonderful, too.

The Prussian Academy.

It's an official
offer.

My God. It's good money.

Mm.

But I don't know
if I can accept.

I thought you'd be thrilled.

It's complicated. Berlin
is...

Berlin is
what?

I'm sorry,
I need some time to consider.

It wasn't easy for us
to get you this offer,
Albert.

I can't very well go back
to Berlin without an answer.

Why don't you take a little hike
up Mount Kaferberg?

A hike?

It's a lovely view of the city.
It'll take you two hours.

I'll meet you at the bottom
with my answer.

Very well.

(coughs)

It's okay, Teddy.

(kisses)
It's okay.

Mama is here.

Tell-tell me
about
the fire in Prague.

That was a long time ago.

What does it matter now?

I've always thought
Papa started it.

He did, didn't he?

Eduard,
you mustn't upset yourself...

Mama, please.

I want to know.

Actually...

it was my fault.

And your father was the one
who put the fire out.

Well, I was having

my own bout of melancholy,
just like you are now.

And wasn't paying attention
and one of you boys got hold

of some matches.

Why didn't you ever
tell me the
truth?

I needed you
to feel safe with me.

You idolized your father,
Eduard.

But he was never there
and I could see

how painful that was for you.

I thought
it might be easier

if you didn't see him
as some kind

of hero.

Tell Papa I want to see him.

Where is your father, Eduard?

(birds chirping)

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