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Well, come on!

Come on, old man.

I think we're going to be late!

Fire's on the rocket, Brian.

Brian finds an opening!

Oy, don't mess up!

Hawking's last minute!

Thanks, Brian!

Too slow, old man.

Too slow.

First to find a drink, yeah. Hello.

What if the secret of the universe has something to do with sex.

Maybe do your doctorate on that? The physics of love.

- I think that's more your field, Brian. - Not lately.

They will boot you out, you know, if you don't decide.

I know everybody here who's... brilliant.

Oh, dear, scientists!

Don't worry, we don't have to stay long...

looks mortifyingly dull.

- Bores. - Who's that?

Who's who? Oh, him?

He's strange. However, he goes to ban the bomb marches.

Y... G.Y.

Oh, there's David... David?

Diana?

- Hello. - Hello.

- Science? - Arts.

- English. - French and Spanish.

What about you? What are you?

- Cosmologist, I'm a cosmologist. - What's that?

It's a kind of religion for

- intelligent atheists. - Intelligent atheists?

You're not religious, are you?

C. Of E.

- Church of England. - England, yes.

I suppose someone has to be.

So, what do cosmologists worship then?

What do we worship?

One single unifying equation

that explains everything in the universe.

- Really. - Yes.

What's the equation?

That is the question.

And a very good question. I'm not quite sure yet.

But I intend to find out.

Then why do you even stay at Oxford?

Because my finals exams are such a

shambles that the examiners they settled me in for a "Viva",

- And they told me that if I go up a second... - What's a "Viva"?

A sort of, mildly terrifying face-to-face thingy.

- As an interview? - An interrogation.

And I told them that if they gave me a 2nd class degree

then I'd stay with them and do my research at Oxford,

but if they gave me the 1st, I needed to get into Cambridge, then

they would never have to see me again.

- They gave you the 1st. - They gave me the 1st.

- Of course. - This party is officially deceased.

Come on, I've fixed you up a ride home.

Come on, Jane... Jane?

- Well, it was lovely to talk to you. - Yes.

And... I hope you find your equation.

Yes... oh...

- Bye. - G'bye.

Stephen?

Good.

Well, then, here we are,

a little challenge for you all,

as you embark upon your separate doctoral journeys...

whatever they may be, Mr. Hawking.

Pass them down.

Something to separate the men from the boys,

the wheat from the chaff,

the mesons from the pi-mesons, the quarks from the quacks.

Ten questions, each more impregnable than the last.

Good luck, you'll need it. Shall we say Friday at 3 o'clock?

This is going to hospitalize me.

All right! Row! Row! Row! Row!

Row it out, Brian! Come on, Brian!

Row, Brian! Come on! Row, Brian.

Straight on, Brian!

Can I get two more of those, please?

- And some change for phone, Sir. - Yeah.

- Take her out, man. - Jane.

You'll never guess who I saw the other day... Caroline.

I think she was having a date, she can have him, quite frankly.

What's the probability?

Reasonably low.

Uh... this is... this is Stephen.

- Do you play croquet? - Croquet?

- Not recently. - Sunday morning.

I'm actually busy on Sunday mornings.

Oh... Him.

Okay.

Oh, come on, get up! How many did you get?

- Morning, Brian. - Good afternoon, Stephen.

How many of the possible questions did you do?

Brian, I have no idea what you're talking about.

How many of Sciama's questions did you get, Stephen?

- None. - You didn't get any?

I was going to do them later.

You haven't even looked at them.

No.

Stephen, are you aware that

you've voluntarily embarked on a PhD in physics?

At the most prestigious college in England?

Yes.

Oh! Thought maybe you'd slept through the induction or something.

Brian?

- What? - Can you whip on some Wagner?

Sod off!

- Come in, Stephen. - Sorry.

Michael, that's so illegible

I can't quite decipher how wrong it is, I suspect enormously,

and Brian... that's just baffling.

- Have you even bothered to? - Oh, sorry.

Train time tables.

It's certainly unacceptable, these expired a month ago.

It's on the back, I had a little accident.

I could only do nine.

Well... oh... thank God... however...

Nine?

Come in.

Oh, Stephen, take a seat.

I wanted to talk to you about your subject.

We're all rather concerned as to what it's going to be.

I can't decide.

Do you have any ideas?

No.

This is where J.J. Thomson discovered the electron,

and where Rutherford split the atom.

You know, one of the great rewards of this job is one never knows

from where the next great

leap forward is going to come, or from whom.

Next Friday, I'm taking a few graduates of merit to London,

to attend a talk by the mathematician Roger Penrose.

You come along... if you're interested.

Oh, and close the door as you leave.

So, I gather you've never been to church?

- Once upon a time. - Tempted to convert?

I have a slight problem with the whole Celestial Dictator premise.

Now, what are you doing for lunch? Ma makes a cracking roast.

So, Jane, what are you studying?

- Arts. - Sprouts?

Thank you.

French and Spanish, and hoping to do a PhD eventually.

Oh, one arm.

Medieval poetry of the Iberian Peninsula.

Medieval poets... What painters do you like?

- Well, I like Turner. - Turner, really?

You know, I always feel that his

paintings look as if they've been left out in the rain.

And... William Blake.

- Jane, have some of my elderflower wine. - Yes, yes, thank you.

Don't touch it, don't touch it, Jane.

Thank you. Mother.

Stephen doesn't like my homemade wine...Philistine.

I'm going to send you back with a couple of bottles.

So, Stephen, you have come to church with a good woman.

Are you feeling holier than thou?

Positively saintly... thank you.

You haven't said why you don't believe in God.

A physicist can't allow his calculations

to be muddled by a belief in a supernatural creator.

Sounds less of an argument against God than against physicists.

Light or dark?

- Jane, light meat or dark? - Light, please.

I'm inviting Jane to be my partner for the May ball.

Really! Very impressive!

You'll have to dance, won't you, Stephen?

Make way for my mother's maid, here we go.

Hello.

Hello.

- Sorry. - Are you okay?

- Should we dance? - No.

No.

I don't. It's a phenomenon I'm very happy to observe,

but I can't possibly imagine participating.

I absolutely agree. I mean, who would want to dance?

No, I'm serious, I don't dance.

No dancing then.

Do you see how the men's shirt-fronts

and their bow ties how they glow more than the womens' dresses?

- Yes. - Do you know why?

- Why? - Tide.

Washing powder.

The fluorescence in the washing powder is caught by the UV light.

Why do you know that?

When stars are born and when they die, they emit UV radiation.

So, if we could see the night sky in ultraviolet light,

then almost all the stars would disappear

and all that we would see are these spectacular births and deaths.

- And I reckon it would look a little... - Like that.

- So, why? - Why what?

Why Spanish medieval poetry?

I suppose I like to time travel...

...like you.

Are there any particular time periods that you'd like to visit?

- The imagine it's the Twenties. - The Roaring Twenties?

"Seek, then, No learning from starry men,

"Who follow with the optic glass

"The whirling ways of stars that pass."

Bravo!

"In the beginning was the heaven and the earth,

and the earth was without form,"

"And darkness was upon the face of the deep."

Would you dance with me?

The train now departing from track number three is

the nine-fifteen service to London King's Cross.

Come on, Stephen. Get a move on.

What's wrong with you, man? Come up top.

A star, more than three times the size of our sun...

ought to end its life, how? With a collapse.

The gravitational forces of the entire mass overcoming

the electromagnetic forces of individual atoms,

and so collapsing inwards.

If the star is massive enough, it will continue this collapse,

creating a black hole, where the warping of space-time

is so great that nothing can escape... not even light.

It gets... smaller... smaller.

The star, in fact, gets denser

as atoms, even subatomic particles get literally crushed into smaller and smaller space.

And at its end point what are we left with?

A space time singularity.

Space and time come to a stop.

I wonder what would happen if you applied

Penrose's theory about black holes to the entire universe?

If Einstein is right,

or if general relativity is correct, then the universe is expanding, yes?

Yes?

- Yes. - Okay, so...

If you reverse time, then the universe is getting smaller.

- All right. - So...

What if I reverse the process all the way

back to see what happened at the beginning of Time itself?

- The beginning of Time itself? - Yes.

The universe, getting smaller and smaller,

getting denser and denser, hotter and hotter as...

As you wind back the clock.

- Exactly, you wind back the clock. - Wind back the clock.

Is that what you're doing? You're winding back the clock.

Exactly what I'm doing.

Well, keep winding! You've got quite a way to go! Keep winding.

I don't want to fall down.

Well, you've got to go back to the beginning of time.

You've got a long way to go, so, keep winding, keep winding!

Until you get...

A singularity.

A space-time singularity,

so the universe born from a black hole exploding.

- Keep going. - What do you mean, "Keep going", what...

before the universe began?

No, no, no, no! Keep going, develop the mathematics!

Push it as hard as you can! Push it, push it!

- As hard as you can. - I am pushing as hard as I can.

What... I count 1... 1, 2... 1, 2...

All right, all right.

Fourth finger, fourth peg.

It's called motor neuron disease.

It's a progressive neurological disorder

that destroys the cells in the brain that control essential muscle activity,

such as...

Speaking, walking, breathing, swallowing

The signals that muscles must receive in order to move are disrupted.

The result is... gradual muscle decay, wasting away.

Eventually, the ability to

control voluntary movement is... lost... entirely.

I'm afraid average life expectancy is two years.

There's nothing I can do for you.

What about the brain?

The brain isn't affected, you're thoughts won't change.

It's... just that...

Well, eventually, no one will know what they are.

I'm ever so sorry.

Well, welcome to this week's episode of "The Natural World",

where this week we explore the bizarre hibernation patterns

of the rare Cambridge Physicist,

seen here in his remarkable plumage..."

So, how was it? What did they say, how's your wrist?

I have a disease, Bri.

Is it venereal... Stephen?

I have motor neuron disease.

Sorry, I don't...

It's Lou Gehrig's disease, he's a baseball player.

Sorry, I'm lagging behind in my pioneering research into

skilled motor, baseball related diseases.

- I have two years to live. - Sorry?

It does sound odd when you say it out loud, doesn't it?

Whatchya mean? What are you doing?

What did... what did... what...

what did they say? Sorry, I... I don't really...

Will you go, Brian?

Stephen, I was just being a berk...

I didn't... I'm so... I'll be...

You go.

Stephen, phone for you. It's a girl.

- I'll see you soon. - Yes.

She's waiting.

Stephen?

- Jane! - Brian.

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

Why don't you sit down.

I'm so sorry. It's about Stephen.

You know he was in hospital...

Something educational?

Very.

John is having an affair with Martha,

but Martha is in love with Alan,

and I think that Alan is probably homosexual,

by the look of his jumper, so, well, I'm just trying

to work out the mathematical probability of happiness.

Are you close?

It's some integer of zero, but, no, I'm not quite there yet.

- Stephen. - You just missed him.

He was here earlier.

Don't do this.

Go!

Okay.

Play a game with me.

Go!

If you don't get up and play a game with me...

I won't come back here again...

...ever.

Come on!

You can leave me now.

Are you going to talk about this or not?

- Will you please just go? - Is that what you want?

Yes, it is what I want, so, please,

if you care about me all, then, please, just go!

- I can't. - I have two years to live.

- I need to work. - I love you.

You've... you've leapt to... that's a false conclusion...

I want us to be together, for as long as we've got,

and if that's not very long then, well,

that's just how it is... it'll have to do.

You don't know what's coming. It'll affect everything.

Your glasses are always dirty.

There.

That's better, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

...the solutions to the Schrodinger

equation must vanish at the boundary of the box, so we have...

Time!

Time, that's your subject?

Any aspect in particular?

Time.

Come in, come in.

I don't think you realize what lies ahead, Jane.

His life is going to be very short.

So, be careful, the weight of science is against you.

And this will not be a fight, Jane.

This is going to be a very heavy defeat...

...for all of us.

I know what you all think... that...

That I don't look a terribly strong person.

But I love him.

And he loves me.

We're going to fight this illness together...

...all of us.

Good luck.

- Good morning, Stephen. - Good morning, Rev.

I know, I know...

- ...got to be a little more elegant. - Yes, that's what...

I understand...

Come in, Stephen.

I know it's something we're all worried about initially.

You had some reservations about it...

Well, well, we'll see.

- Welcome, Stephen. - Morning.

- Would you like to take a seat? - No, I'm fine, thank you.

You're sure?

So, so you... in summary.

As we know, chapter one, full of holes.

Lacks mathematical support.

- Professor Thorne. - Chapter Two, now, really original.

Uses a lot of Roger's ideas.

Well, at least you run with them.

Chapter three, too many unanswered questions.

I agree.

And then, of course, we have chapter four,

this black hole at the beginning of time.

- Space-time singularity? - Indeed.

It's brilliant!

Brilliant.

Superb!

And therefore, all that remains to be said is: Well done!

Or perhaps, I should say, to be more precise:

- Well done, Doctor! - Bravo, Stephen.

An extraordinary theory.

Thank you.

- So what next? - Prove it.

To prove, with a single equation, that time had a beginning.

Wouldn't that be nice, Professor?

With one simple elegant equation

to explain everything?

Yes, it would. It would indeed.

The esteemed, and formidable...

- Doctor. - Who?

Doctor Stephen Hawking.

To Stephen Hawking.

Thank you, Jane.

It is astonishing that he's the first person

to receive his doctorate fearing what little work he's be doing.

"Work" Was the worst four-letter word for Stephen.

Even at Oxford,

especially, he averaged an hour, an HOUR a day he averaged.

- And that it is. It's Stephen... - It's astonishing that...

And how many of your

letters have I covered in the last six months?

When you've been doing research trips...

- How many? - Four.

- Everything all right? - I'm good... I'm fine.

Hi, Robin.

It's ok. I'm all right.

This...is...

Tell Brian.

Of course.

Well, it's convenient for breakfast!

Thank you.

Sorry, did you say something?

I said...

Yes?

Thank you.

Look at you!

Go, Jane.

I'll be one second.

Luce, Baby.

Jane.

Stephen.

Dear?

I've got an idea.

I said I've had an idea.

- Hello. - Hi, Dennis.

- Hello, Dennis. - Hi.

Okay, I love you.

He'll be fine, he'll be fine.

- Sorry. - No problem.

...allowing us to predict that

some particles can in fact escape a black hole.

The black holes are not, in fact, black at all,

but glow with heat radiation.

...the steady emission of

heat energy causes the black holes to lose mass,

and eventually they disappear in a spectacular explosion.

It's very, very simple, when a hot body loses heat...

Second law of thermodynamics.

- He's right, it's thermodynamics. - In... in...

If we can imagine that the black hole is, indeed,

losing particles, then,

over time it will diminish in size, it will evaporate.

- It will... - Disappear.

So...

First a star vanishes into a black hole,

but then the black hole itself must...

Gone! Nothing!

- From nothing to nothing. - You owe me another beer.

I have to show you that our

friend has proven that time, indeed has a beginning.

Not only that, how the universe was born, and how it will end.

- Bang! - Crunch!

It's beautiful! It's racy!

Complete nonsense. It's preposterous.

Was it something I said, Professor?

Excuse me.

My name...

My name is Professor Khalatnikov.

from Soviet Academy of Sciences.

As you know, my field is evolution of the hot universe,

the properties of the microwave background radiation,

and theory of the black holes.

To be honest...

I came here today...

...expecting to hear a lot of nonsense.

I go home disappointed.

The little one here... has done it.

He has done it!

It has been a pleasure to meet you,

- Professor. - Likewise, likewise.

- That went pretty well. - It's probably for awhile.

Hawking radiation! The little one has done it!

The little one has done it!

- Come on, Genius! - Oh, very funny!

You've had enough of that, Old Man.

Come on, codger. 1, 2, 3...

God! How does Jane manage?

Stephen, your Motor "Mouth" Disease, does it effect...

What?

Everything?

Different system... automatic.

You serious?

Well, that's a bit wonderful, isn't it?

Well, it certainly explains a lot about men.

Hurry up! Come on!

- What's in there? - It's a surprise!

Keep them closed.

Look, Daddy, look!

That is an electric wheelchair.

If you don't like it, we can take it back.

I don't understand...

you've spent years assuming black holes exist, and

you believe Cygnus X-1 could well turn out to be

the first black hole that we can actually observe,

and yet you bet Kip Thorne it's not a black hole?

- Yes. - What did you bet him?

A one year's subscription to a magazine.

- Which magazine? Nature? - No! Penthouse!

- Penthouse? - Yes.

Gonna get you!

Daddy! Come up! You need to hurry!

Mummy! Muumy! Come and look!

I'm gonna get you!

All that day! All that day! All that day! All that day!

- Hello! - Hello!

- Hello! - There you are!

Hello, Bush.

The bloody steps, Frank.

- Jane, Stephen! - Hello.

Here we are!

Yes, here we go.

And once we're up at the top, it's very snug... hello, Stephen.

Here we go.

- We'll turn you around, Stephen. - You want me to push?

No, no, I'll be fine, you get the luggage.

Here we go, off, we got it.

There we are, you see. Quite easy.

One, there we go.

Um... the... rain coming down, shivering, cold, no, uh...

The... falling... falling... um...

- Very cold. - What is it?

I can... I'm having a...

Is it out?

- Some... some water? - No, don't worry.

You're okay. That's it.

There we go. It's okay. It's okay.

He needs to see a specialist.

It keeps happening over and over again.

- No doctors. No doctors! - All right, no doctors.

A little water.

Stephen?

I need help.

If only for Robert, it... he's missing out on his childhood.

I keep looking for a way to make this work,

but I can't find it on my own.

Everything is fine, we're just a normal family.

We're not a normal family.

We're not a normal family!

Robert, your mother is very angry with me.

Thanks.

Jane?

Jane! Stop!

Sit!

Now...

I'd like to make a suggestion.

It might sound unusual, but I have seen it work wonders.

I think that you should consider joining the church choir.

Mum...

I think that's possibly

the most English thing anyone has ever said.

Maybe so.

- I used to love singing. - You're very good at it.

- I don't know about that. - Just go.

It's one hour a week.

Really lovely, everyone. Okay, see you next week.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Have you come to sing? - Um... I just came to...

- Soprano? - Mezzo.

Ah! Lovely! Just what we need.

- Where have you been hiding? - A good question.

Well, you're here now and just in time.

As they say.

- Ya know, I have to come back anyway. - Great.

- Do you have everything? - Yes, thank you, yes.

Thank you for coming, you will be a... A valuable asset.

Thank you.

Well, I should... I should be going.

And... uh... if your son wants those piano lessons, just...

Yes, yes, absolutely, I... um...

- I will do. - Great.

My... my husband... adores music, too.

Oh! Well! Does he play?

I could... I could teach him as well.

That's a long story. But, um...

Ah, okay.

- Well, thank you, Jonathan - My pleasure, Jane, see you again.

- Bye bye. - Bye bye.

Wine?

Why not, thank you.

- Stephen? - Yes.

Stephen, Jane was telling me you have a beautiful theorem...

...that... that proves the universe had a beginning?

That was my PhD thesis.

My new project disproves it.

Disproves it?

Yes.

So, then, you no longer believe in the Creation?

What one believes is irrelevant...

...irrelevant in physics.

I see.

Stephen's done a U-turn.

The big new idea is that the universe has no boundaries at all.

No boundaries, no beginning...

...and no God. Oh!

Oh, I see... I... I thought that...

you'd proved the universe

had a beginning and thus a need for a Creator.

- My mistake. - No... mine.

Stephen is looking for a single theory

that explains all the forces in the universe.

Therefore, God must die.

Why must God die, I don't see.

The two great pillars of physics are: Quantum Theory,

the laws that govern the very small particles,

electrons and so on, and General Relativity.

Ah, yes, Einstein.

Einstein's theory, the law that governs the very large,

planets and such, but Quantum, and Relativity...

Don't tell me... they're different?

They don't remotely play by the same rules.

If the world were all potatoes, then, easy

you could trace a precise beginning, as Stephen once did,

a moment of Creation.

Hallelujah, God lives.

If you incorporate peas into the menu,

then it all goes a little...

...tits up.

Yes, haywire.

- It all becomes a Godless mess. - Oh, dear.

Einstein hated peas.

Quantum Theory, he said,

"God doesn't play dice with the universe."

Seems he not only plays the dice,

but he throws them where we can't find them.

God is back on the endangered species list.

Well, I expect He'll cope.

But physics is back in business.

Yes, physics is back in business.

I was married... actually.

But suddenly... she passed.

Almost a year ago now.

It was leukemia.

She fought it and I nursed her, but in the end...

I do get quite lonely... the tyranny of the empty room.

And all that.

But... music is my salvation... teaching and playing.

Not really as a career,

but I... I'm not that ambitious, so...

Is that a sin? I don't know.

Wrong man to ask.

- Thank you so much for having me. - Thank you for coming.

It was re... really... really wonderful.

If there's anything I can do to be of service... to you.

To the family, I mean.

I would... consider it a privilege.

I have no children, or commitments.

I only mean that if I... could be of help, I've...

I'm... really, if I might find a purpose

that would help alleviate my own situation.

- Good night. - Night.

I understand...

If you need help...

If someone is prepared to offer...

I won't object.

Calls you one and calls you all,

to gain his everlasting hall.

Christ was born to save. Christ was born to save.

Great! Lovely! Okay! We can go!

- Just going on seven twenty-five. - Thank you.

I'm... could... could you all leave a copy of that?

There's something I need to tell you.

What?

I'm pregnant.

Gosh! I... I, um... I assumed that you and Stephen...

Well, that's... that's really wonderful.

- It is. - Yes, it's wonderful.

- Congratulations, Jane. - Thank you.

Everyone say "Cheese"! Ready?

Count 3! 1, 2, 3...

Cheese!

- Mummy! - Just coming.

Now, you know...

I've always been supportive

of your choice not to have home help,

but we need to find a permanent solution.

This... this...

situation cannot continue,

you need to have a proper live-in nurse immediately.

We have help.

Look... you know what I'm talking about.

We can't afford a live-in nurse.

Stephen, you need to find a way,

for your family's sake...

you're world famous.

For black holes, not for rock concerts.

Stephen, this isn't funny, I believe it's urgent.

We do have a right to know.

We have a right to know, Jane.

Know what?

Whose child Timothy is...

Stephen's, or Jonathan's?

That's what you think of me?

There is no way that Timothy

could have any other father than Stephen.

Enough!

- Jonathan, please don't go. - I have to go.

- Everybody's talking, and... - So, what does it matter?

It's difficult for me because I'm just trying to help.

I know you're trying to help

and your help is valueless.

The best thing for me right thing right now,

I think, maybe if... if... if...

...I just step back for now.

Please, Jonathan,

we need you, the children need you,

and I need you, and Stephen needs you.

- Jonathan... - Don't think of it.

But there's other things as well. Jane, I...

I have feelings for you.

And I have feelings for you, too.

Thank you, Jane.

I've been invited to Bordeaux.

- Invited where? - To Bordeaux.

To Bordeaux?

Mark and them?

Students can take me,

I know you hate flying.

I do hate to fly.

Bring the car, meet me in Bordeaux.

Make the children comfy.

It'd be too difficult to manage, Stephen.

Bring Jonathan.

I doubt he would be willing.

Hello, Stephen.

- Is this okay? - Well...

I won't tell if you won't.

Just...

bearing in mind you have to drive.

Jane needs help.

Sarah, you won't forget to give him

the injection as soon as soon as you land, will you.

And you'll call me when you get to the hotel.

- I will. -Yes? Promise?

- Yeah. - Good!

Stephen?

Mum'll take the baby.

- She'll be here any minute. - See you in Bordeaux.

You be good.

- They asleep? - Yeah.

Jonathan.

Jonathan?

Jonathan, it's Stephen, he's been just taken ill,

he's in the hospital right now,

he's in a coma.

What are you talking about?

This way would be a painless end.

If we try to bring him round from the anesthetic

it's not sure he will survive resuscitation.

You have to bring him round from the anesthetic!

Are you sure it's what you want?

The only way of weaning him off the ventilator

would be to give him a tracheotomy,

a hole in the neck, by-passing the throat.

He will never speak again.

There's no question... Stephen must live.

I will see he gets everything he needs.

I will have him transferred back to Cambridge.

- He may not survive the journey. - Yes, he will.

I know.

I'll...

step back.

Did you get everything in the car...

his chair, and his equipment, and everything?

Goodbye.

Stephen?

This is a spelling board.

Firstly, you tell me

what letter you want by blinking

when I say the color of the group that contains that letter.

Once I know the group,

you can choose the character inside that group by

by blinking again when I say the color of each letter with that group...

...apparently

Let's just try.

Green.

Blue.

Pink.

Black.

Red.

Blink to choose the color of

the group of the letter that you want, Stephen.?

Green.

Blue.

Pink.

Black.

Red.

- Just wait here. - Great.

She's here, she comes highly recommended.

Promise not to eat her alive.

Okay?

Here we are.

Elaine, Stephen.

Stephen, Elaine.

Lovely to meet you, Professor.

Now, you should have everything you need.

But if there's anything else, I'll be right next door.

Great, I think we'll get straight to work.

Thank you, Jane.

- Oh, if you just close the doors. - Of course.

Let's get started then.

Okay...

Red.

Yellow.

T T.

Green.

Black... "E".

Green, green, "A".

Tea.

You want a cup of tea?

Okay.

Any preference?

You've memorized the board, I know you have.

I haven't got all day.

Green, green, green, yellow.

Yellow, "B".

Green, blue, black, pink, red.

Red?

Green, yellow, blue, blue.

"U"... should be Builder's Tea, right?

Well, how did he get on?

You know, I think he's the most brilliant man I've ever met.

- You're very lucky. - Thank you.

You must worship the ground beneath...

His wheels.

And he's a perfect patient, he's so funny.

When you read about him people...

Let's see how he gets on,

shall we, Elaine?

That's quite enough.

As you can see, that it's quite adjustable,

and we can change the angle to whatever speed wants you there.

- Ya know, it's cutting-edge. - So, how does it work?

It uses a very simple interface

that scans through the alphabet

and selects each letter one at a time.

I mean, using this technique, the Professor can

expect to write at about four words per minute.

Good! Better than one a minute.

Yes, and what I've done is taken the components

from a telephone answering system, actually,

to convert the written text into synthesized speech.

I mean the voice sounds a little bit robotic, but...

Shall we give it a try?

- Great! - Here's the clicker.

Right hand?

There ya go.

Welcome to the future.

My name is Stephen Hawking.

It's American!

Is that a problem?

Oh, my goodness, well... is there another voice?

It's the only one lately I have at the moment.

I think it's great.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Exterminate!

I will write a book.

About what?

- Time. - Time.

What is the nature of time?

Will it ever come to an end?

Can we go back in time?

Some day these answers may seem

as obvious to us as the Earth orbiting the sun,

or perhaps as ridiculous as a tower of tortoises.

Only time,

whatever that may be, will tell.

Professor?

- It is for a friend. - Of course it is...

That's what they all say.

You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me, Professor.

I know how men are like.

Shall we take a look?

There ya go.

Oh! I'm Sorry.

Next one.

What?

So I said I had long been looking for

a model of the universe.

I finally found her.

I bet you did.

Stephen, I need to steal you, the contracts arrived.

Could you just give us a minute, please, Jane?

There we go.

Like new.

Who are we? Why are we here?

If ever learn this it would be

the ultimate triumph of the human reason,

for then we would know the mind of God.

- Do you mean this? - Yes.

- Of course. - So, you're acknowledging Him?

However.

"However", what?

Are you actually going to let me have this moment?

You're welcome.

I have asked Elaine to travel with me to America.

She will look after me.

Will she?

Yes.

You always use to tell me when an invitation came in.

Another award, what can you do?

I'm sorry.

How many years?

They said two.

You've had so many.

Everything will be okay.

I have loved you.

I did my best.

Careful!

- No, that stays. - All right.

Goodbye, Jonathan.

Thank you.

I first met the Professor in 1963.

And there you are... time, where did it go?

It has been one of the great joys of my life

to watch this man

defy every expectation, both scientific and personal.

Please welcome onto the stage my esteemed colleague,

my dear friend, Professor Hawking.

Thank you! Could we please

have the first preselected question, thank you.

Can you hear me?

Now you are recognized everywhere.

How do you deal with all the attention?

I was stopped recently by a tourist at Cambridge

who asked if I was the real Stephen Hawking.

I replied I was not,

and said the real one was much better looking.

In 1979, you talked about

the possibility of a Theory of Everything.

being discovered before the end of the century.

I now predict that I was wrong.

Professor Hawking, you have said you do not believe in God.

You have said you did not believe in God.

Do you have a philosophy of life that helps you?

It is clear that we are just an advanced breed of primates,

on a minor planet orbiting

around a very average star,

in the outer suburb of one

among a hundred billion galaxies...

But, ever since the dawn of civilization,

people have craved for

an understanding of the underlying order of the world.

There ought to be something

very special about the boundary conditions of the universe.

And what can be more special than that there is no boundary?

And there should be no boundary to human endeavor.

We are all different.

However bad life may seem,

there is always something you can do, and succeed at.

While there is life, there is hope.

It's from Stephen.

Gosh.

Your glasses are always dirty.

Professor and Missus Hawking, Her Majesty the Queen.

Congratulations.

My "Companion of Honor".

Not bad for an old liberal socialist.

Don't worry, you can decline the knighthood.

Thank you for today.

It was extraordinary.

It's all been rather extraordinary, though, hasn't it?

What are you writing?

Look what we made.