All language subtitles for A Beautiful Mind 2002

The mathematicians won the war.

Mathematicians broke
the Japanese codes

and built the A-bomb.

Mathematicians, like you.

The stated goal of the Soviets
is global Communism.

In medicine or economics,
in technology or space

battle lines
are being drawn.

To triumph,
we need results,

publishable,
applicable results.

Now who among you
will be the next Morse?

The next Einstein?

Who among you will be
the vanguard of democracy,

freedom, and discovery?

Today, we bequeath America's
future into your able hands.

Welcome to Princeton,
gentlemen.

It's not enough Hansen won
the Carnegie Scholarship.

No, he has to
have it all for himself.

It's the first time the Carnegie Prize
has been split. Hansen's all bent.

He's got his
sights set on Wheeler Lab,

the new military
think-tank at MIT.

They're only
taking one this year.

Hansen's used to
being picked first.

Yeah,
he's wasted on math.

He should be running
for president.

There could be a mathematical
explanation for how bad your tie is.

Thank you.

Neilson,
symbol cryptography.

Neils here broke a Jap code.
Helped rid the world of Fascism.

At least that's what he
tells the girls, eh, Neils?

The name's Bender.
Atomic physics.

And you are?
Am I late?

Yes, Mr. Sol.

Good. Hi.

Sol. Richard Sol.

Ah,
the burden of genius.

There he is.

So many supplicants,
and so little time.

Mr. Sol.
How are you, sir?

Bender.
Nice to see you.

Congratulations,
Mr. Hansen.

Thank you.

I'll take another.

Excuse me?

A thousand pardons. I simply
assumed you were the waiter.

Play nice, Hansen.

Nice is not
Hansen's strong suit.

An honest mistake.

Well, Martin Hansen.

It is Martin, isn't it?

Why, yes, John, it is.

I imagine you're getting
quite used to miscalculation.

I've read your preprints,
both of them.

The one on Nazi ciphers and the
other one on nonlinear equations.

And I am supremely confident
that there is not a single seminal

or innovative idea
in either one of them.

Enjoy your punch.

Gentlemen, meet John Nash, the
mysterious West Virginia genius.

The other winner of the
distinguished Carnegie Scholarship.

- Oh, okay.
- Oh, yeah?

Of course.

Oh, Christ.

The prodigal roommate arrives.

Roommate?

Oh, God, no.

Did you know that
having a hangover

is not having enough
water in your body

to run your Krebs cycle?

Which is exactly what happens to
you when you're dying of thirst.

So, dying of thirst

would probably feel

pretty much like the hangover
that finally bloody kills you.

John Nash?

Hello.

Charles Herman.
Pleased to meet you.

All right! Well done!

Well, it's official.
I'm almost human again.

Officer, I saw the driver who hit
me. His name was Johnnie Walker.

Well, I got in
last night in time

for English
department cocktails.

Cock was mine,

the tail belonged to a particularly
lovely young thing with a passion

for D. H. Lawrence. You're
not easily distracted, are you?

I'm here to work.

Are you? Right.
I see. Crikey!

Is my roommate a dick?

Hmm?

Listen. If we can't
break the ice,

how about we drown it?

So what's your story?

You the poor kid that never
got to go to Exeter or Andover?

Despite my privileged upbringing,
I'm actually quite well-balanced.

I have a chip on
both shoulders.

Maybe you're just better with the
old integers than you are with people.

My first grade teacher,
she told me

that I was born with
two helpings of brain

but only half
a helping of heart.

Wow!
She sounds lovely!

The truth is that
I don't like people much.

And they don't
much like me.

But why, with all your
obvious wit and charm?

Seriously, John.

Mathematics.

Mathematics is never going
to lead you to a higher truth.

And you know why?

Because it's boring.
It's really boring.

You know, half these schoolboys
are already published?

I cannot waste time with
these classes and these books.

Memorizing the weak
assumptions of lesser mortals!

I need to look through
to the governing dynamics.

Find a truly original idea.

That's the only way
I'll ever distinguish myself.

It's the only way that
I'll ever... Matter.

Yes.

All right,
who's next?

I've played enough Go
for one day.

Come on.
I hate this game.

Cowards, all of you!

None of you rise to
meet my challenge?

Come on, Bender. Whoever wins,
Sol does his laundry all semester.

Does that seem unfair to
anyone else? Not at all.

Look at him.

Nash!

Taking a reverse
constitutional?

I'm hoping to extract an
algorithm to define their movement.

Oh.

Psycho.

Nash, I thought
you dropped out.

You ever going to
go to class or...

Classes will
dull your mind.

Destroy the potential
for authentic creativity.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Nash is going to stun
us all with his genius.

Which is another way of saying he
doesn't have the nerve to compete.

You scared?

Terrified.
Mortified. Petrified.

Stupefied by you.

No starch.

Pressed and folded.

Let me ask you
something, John.

Be my guest, Martin.

Bender and Sol here
correctly completed

Allen's proof of
Perron's conjecture.

Adequate work
without innovation.

Oh, I'm flattered.
You flattered?

Flattered.

And I've got
two weapons briefs

under security review
by the DoD.

Derivative drivel.

But Nash achievements,
zero.

I'm a patient man, Martin. Is
there an actual question coming?

What if you never come up
with your original idea, huh?

How will it feel when I'm chosen
for Wheeler and you're not?

What if you lose?

You should not have won.

I had the first move,
my play was perfect.

The hubris of the defeated.

The game is flawed.

Oh!

Gentlemen,
the great John Nash.

You've been
in here for two days.

You know Hansen has just
published another paper?

I can't even find
a topic for my doctorate.

Well, on the bright side,
you've invented window art.

This is a group
playing touch football.

This is a cluster of pigeons
fighting over breadcrumbs.

And this here is a woman who is
chasing a man who stole her purse.

John, you watched a mugging.
That's weird.

In competitive behavior,
someone always loses.

Well, my niece knows that,
John, and she's about this high.

See, if I could
derive an equilibrium

where prevalence is a non-singular
event, where nobody loses.

Can you imagine the effect that that
would have on conflict scenarios...

When did you last eat?

Currency exchange?

You know, food.

You have no respect for
cognitive reverie, you know that?

Yes. But pizza...

Now, pizza I have
enormous respect for.

And, of course, beer.

I have respect for beer.

I have respect for beer!

Good evening, Neils. Ladies. Hey, Nash.

Who's winning? You or you?

Good evening, Nash.

Hey, guys. Hey, Nash.

He's looking
at you for sure.

Me?

Nash.

Hey, Nash. Neils is trying
to get your attention.

- You're joking.
- Oh, no.

Go with God.
Come back a man.

Fortune favors the brave.

Bombs away.

Gentlemen, might I remind
you that my odds of success

dramatically improve
with each attempt?

This is going
to be classic.

Maybe you want to
buy me a drink.

I don't exactly know
what I'm required to say

in order for you to
have intercourse with me,

but could we assume
that I've said all that?

Essentially, we're talking
about fluid exchange, right?

So, could we just go
straight to the sex?

That was sweet.

Have a nice night, asshole!

Ladies, wait!

I especially liked the bit about
fluid exchange. It was really charming.

Walk with me, John. I've
been meaning to talk with you.

The faculty is completing
mid-year reviews.

We're deciding which placement
applications to support.

Wheeler, sir. That
would be my first choice.

And, actually, I don't really
have a second choice, sir.

John, your fellows
have attended classes.

They've written papers.
They've published.

Oh, I'm still searching, sir,
for my... Your original idea.

Governing dynamics, sir.

It's very clever,
John, but I'm afraid

it's just not
nearly good enough.

May I?
Thank you.

I've been working on
manifold embedding.

My bargaining stratagems are
starting to show some promise.

If you could just
arrange another meeting,

if you would be kind enough,
with Professor Einstein.

I've repeatedly asked you
for that, sir. Now, John...

I'd be able to show him
my revisions on his...

John.

Do you see what
they're doing in there?

Congratulations, Professor.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

It's the pens.

Reserved for a member of the department
that makes the achievement of a lifetime.

Now what do you see, John?

Recognition.

Well done, Professor.
Well done.

Well,
try seeing accomplishment.

Is there a difference?

John, you haven't focused.

I'm sorry,
but up to this point,

your record doesn't warrant
any placement at all.

Good day.

And my compliments
to you, sir.

Thank you so much.

I can't see it.

Jesus Christ, John.

I can't fail.

This is all I am.

Come on, let's go out.

I have to get
something done.

I can't keep
staring into space.

John, that's enough!

Got to face the wall,
follow their rules,

read their books,
do their classes.

You wanna do some damage, that's
fine, but don't mess around.

Come on! Go on, bust
your head! Kill yourself.

John, do it.
Don't mess around.

Bust your head! Go on, bust
that worthless head wide open.

Goddamn it, Charles! What
the hell is your problem?

It's not my problem.

And it's not your problem.

It's their problem.

Your answer isn't,
"Face the wall."

It's out there,
where you've been working.

That was heavy.

That Isaac Newton
fellow was right.

He was onto something.
Clever boy.

Don't worry, that's mine. I'll
come and get it in a minute.

Oh, God!

Incoming, gentlemen.

Deep breaths.

Nash, you might want to stop
shuffling your papers for five seconds.

I will not buy
you gentlemen beer.

We're not here
for beer, my friend.

Oh.

Does anyone else feel she
should be moving in slow motion?

Will she want a large
wedding, you think?

Shall we say swords?
Pistols at dawn?

Have you remembered nothing?

Recall
the lessons of Adam Smith,

the father of
modern economics.

"In competition, individual
ambition serves the common good."

Exactly!

Every man for himself,
gentlemen.

Those who strike out
are stuck with her friends.

I'm not
going to strike out.

You can lead a blonde to water,
but you can't make her drink.

All right, nobody move.

She's looking over here.
She's looking at Nash.

Oh, God. All right, he may
have the upper hand now,

but wait until he
opens his mouth.

Remember the last time?

Oh, yes. That was one
for the history books.

Adam Smith needs revision.

What are you
talking about?

If we all go
for the blonde,

we block each other.

Not a single one of us
is going to get her.

So then we go
for her friends,

but they will all
give us the cold shoulder

because nobody likes
to be second choice.

Well, what if no one
goes for the blonde?

We don't get in
each other's way

and we don't insult
the other girls.

That's the only way we win.

That's the only way
we all get laid.

Adam Smith said,
"The best result comes

"from everyone in the group
doing what's best for himself."

Right? That's what he said. That's
right. Incomplete. Incomplete, okay?

Because the best result will
come from everyone in the group

doing what's best for
himself and the group.

Nash, if this is
some way for you to get

the blonde on your own,
you can go to hell.

Governing dynamics, gentlemen.
Governing dynamics.

Adam Smith was wrong.

Here we go.
Careful, careful.

Thank you.

"C" of "S" equals "C" of "T."

You do realize
this flies in the face

of 150 years of
economic theory?

Yes, I do, sir.

That's rather presumptuous,
don't you think?

It is, sir.

Well, Mr. Nash, with a
breakthrough of this magnitude,

I'm confident you will get
any placement you like.

Wheeler Labs, they'll ask you
to recommend two team members.

Stills and Frank
are excellent choices.

Sol and Bender, sir.

Sol and Bender are
extraordinary mathematicians.

Has it occurred to you,
Mr. Nash,

that Sol and Bender might
have plans of their own?

We made it!

Wheeler, we made it!

Cheers, cheers, cheers!

Oh ! Oh!

Okay,
awkward moment, gentlemen.

Governing dynamics.

Congratulations, John.

Toast!
To Wheeler Labs!

To Wheeler!

General, the analyst
from Wheeler Lab is here.

Dr. Nash, your coat?

Thank you, sir.

Doctor.

General, this is Wheeler
team leader, Dr. John Nash.

Glad you could come, Doctor.

Hello.

Right this way.

We've been intercepting radio
transmissions from Moscow.

The computer can't detect a
pattern, but I'm sure it's code.

Why is that, General?

Ever just know
something, Dr. Nash?

Constantly.

We've developed
several ciphers.

If you'd like to review
our preliminary data?

Doctor?

6-7-3-7. 0-3-6...

8-4-9-4.

9-1-4-0-3-4.

0-3-4.

I need a map.

46-13-08, 67-46-90.

Starkey Corners, Maine.

48-03-01. 91-26-35.

Prairie Portage, Minnesota.

These are latitudes
and longitudes.

There are at least
10 others.

They appear to be routing orders
across the border into the US.

Extraordinary.

Gentlemen,
we need to move on this.

Who's Big Brother?

You've done your country
a great service, son.

Captain!
Yes, sir.

Accompany Dr. Nash.

What are the Russians
moving, General?

Captain Rogers will escort you
to the unrestricted area, Doctor.

Thank you.

Dr. Nash,
follow me, please.

None of those who have said
they don't like the method

have told us any other method they
could use that would be effective.

- It's Dr. Nash.
- All right.

Thank you, sir. Home
run at the Pentagon, huh?

Have they actually taken the word
"classified" out of the dictionary?

Hi. The air conditioning
broke again.

How am I supposed to be in here
saving the world if I'm melting?

Our hearts go
out to you, John.

You know, two trips to
the Pentagon in four years.

That's two more
than we've had.

It gets better, John.

Just got our latest
scintillating assignment.

You know, the Russians
have the H-bomb,

the Nazis are
repatriating South America,

the Chinese have a standing
army of 2.8 million,

and I am doing
stress tests on a dam.

Look, you made the cover
of Fortune again.

Please note the use of
the word "you," not "we."

That was supposed
to be just me.

Not only do they rob me
of the Fields Medal,

now they put me on the cover of
Fortune magazine with these hacks,

these scholars of trivia.

John, exactly what
is the difference

between genius
and most genius?

Quite a lot.

He's your son.

Anyway,
you've got 10 minutes.

I've always got 10 minutes.

Before your new class?

Can I not get a note
from a doctor or something?

You are a doctor, John,
and no.

Come on. You know the drill, we
get these beautiful facilities...

MIT gets America's
great minds of today

teaching America's
great minds of tomorrow.

Poor bastards.

Now, have a nice day
at school.

The bell is ringing.

The eager young minds
of tomorrow.

Can we leave one open,
Professor? It's really hot, sir.

Your comfort comes second to
my ability to hear my own voice.

Personally, I think this
class will be a waste of your,

and what is
infinitely worse,

my time.

However, here we are.

So, you may attend or not.

You may complete your
assignments at your whim.

We have begun.

Miss.

Excuse me!

Excuse me!
Hey, hey!

Hi!

We have a little problem.

It's extremely hot in here
with the windows closed

and extremely noisy
with them open.

So I was wondering if
there was any way you could,

I don't know, maybe work someplace
else for about 45 minutes?

Not a problem.

Thank you so much!

- Break!
- Got it!

Let's go.
Clean it up a little bit.

As you will find in multivariable
calculus, there is often

a number of solutions
for any given problem.

As I was saying,
this problem here

will take some of you
many months to solve.

For others among you,

it will take you the term
of your natural lives.

Professor Nash.

William Parcher.

Big Brother,

at your service.

What can I do for the
Department of Defense?

Are you here to
give me a raise?

Let's take a walk.

Impressive work
at the Pentagon.

Yes, it was.

Oppenheimer used to say, "Genius
sees the answer before the question."

You knew Oppenheimer?

His project was
under my supervision.

Which project?

That project.

It's not that simple,
you know?

Well, you ended the war.

We incinerated 150,000
people in a heartbeat.

Great deeds come at
great cost, Mr. Parcher.

Conviction, it turns out,

is a luxury of those
on the sidelines, Mr. Nash.

I'll try and
keep that in mind.

So, John, no family,

no close friends.

Why is that?

I like to think it's
because I'm a lone wolf.

But mainly it's because
people don't like me.

Well, there are
certain endeavors

where your lack of
personal connection

would be considered
an advantage.

This is a secure area.

They know me.

Have you ever been here?

We were told during
our initial briefing

that these warehouses
were abandoned.

That's not
precisely accurate.

By telling you what
I'm about to tell you,

I am increasing your security
clearance to top secret.

Disclosure of secure information
can result in imprisonment.

Get it?

What operation?

Those are a good idea.

This factory is in Berlin. We
seized it at the end of the war.

Nazi engineers were attempting
to build a portable atomic bomb.

The Soviets reached this
facility before we did,

and we lost the damn thing.

The routing orders
at the Pentagon.

They were about this,
weren't they?

The Soviets aren't as
unified as people believe.

A faction of the Red Army
calling itself Novaya Svoboda,

the "New Freedom,"
has control of the bomb

and intends to
detonate it on U.S. soil.

Their plan is to incur
maximum civilian casualties.

Man is capable of as much
atrocity as he has imagination.

New Freedom has sleeper
agents here in the U.S.

McCarthy is an idiot, but, unfortunately,
that doesn't make him wrong.

New Freedom
communicates to its agents

through codes imbedded in
newspapers and magazines,

and that's where
you come in.

You see, John,
what distinguishes you

is that you are,
quite simply,

the best natural code-breaker
I have ever seen.

What exactly is it
that you would like me to do?

Commit this list of
periodicals to memory.

Scan each new issue, find any
hidden codes, decipher them.

Place your chin
on the chin rest.

Stare into the light.

Pulse 88, regular.

Okay, this may be
a little uncomfortable.

It's got a little zap
to it, doesn't it?

He just implanted
a radium diode.

Don't worry, it's safe.

The isotope
decays predictably.

As a result, these
numbers change over time.

They're the access codes
to your drop spot.

So what am I now, a spy?

Come.

Boy, you must be
really important.

It's all right, Mike.

What are you working on?

Classified.

Everyone waited
half an hour.

For?

Class.

You missed class today.

Well, I suspect that

nobody missed me.

The problem that you
left on the board...

I solved it.

No, you didn't.

You didn't even look.

I never said that the vector
fields were rational functions.

Your solution is elegant.

Though on this
particular occasion

ultimately incorrect.

You're still here.

I'm still here.

Why?

I'm wondering,
Professor Nash,

if I can ask you
to dinner.

You do eat, don't you?

On occasion, yeah.

Table for one. Prometheus
alone, chained to the rock

with the bird circling
overhead, you know how it is.

No, I expect that
you wouldn't know.

Leave your address
with my office.

I'll pick you up Friday
at 8:00 and we'll eat.

One more thing.
Do you have a name,

or should I just
keep calling you "miss"?

Governor,
may I present...

Miss Alicia Larde.
Miss Alicia Larde.

Professor, please.
You and the governor.

Wait, one second.
I'm sorry.

I want a copy of this. First
big date and all, you know.

So, you boys
need to look good,

which is not a state you find
yourselves in altogether naturally.

There. Better.

I'm surprising him.

You just keep on
surprising him. Professor.

God must be a painter.

Why else would we
have so many colors?

So you're a painter?

That's not actually
what I said,

but, yes, I am.

Here.

Me. Your date.

Practice human interaction
and social comportment.

That's a plan.

Champagne would be lovely.

I'll be outside.

I will get the champagne.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you for that.

No, keep it.

I believe in deciding
things will be good luck.

Do you?

No.

I don't believe in luck.

But I do believe in
assigning value to things.

Oh.

I once tried to
count them all.

I actually made it
to 4,348.

You are exceptionally odd.

I bet you're very
popular with the girls.

A pair of odd ducks, then.

Mmm.

Pick a shape.

What?

Pick a shape,
an animal, anything.

Okay.

An umbrella.

Do it again.

All right.
What would you like?

Do an octopus.

You don't talk much,
do you?

I can't talk to you
about my work, Alicia.

I don't mean work.

I find that
polishing my interactions

in order to make them sociable
requires a tremendous effort.

I have a tendency to
expedite information flow

by being direct.

I often don't get
a pleasant result.

Try me.

All right.

I find you attractive.

Your aggressive
moves towards me

indicate that you
feel the same way.

But still,
ritual requires that

we continue with a number
of platonic activities

before we have sex.

I am proceeding
with those activities,

but in point of
actual fact,

all I really want to do is have
intercourse with you as soon as possible.

Are you going to
slap me now?

How was that result?

What are you doing?

I'm attempting to isolate
patterned reoccurrences

within periodicals
over time. And you?

You talk funny, Mr. Nash.

Do I know you?

My uncle says
you're very smart

but not very nice,

so I shouldn't pay no mind
if you're mean to me.

And who might
your uncle be?

The prodigal roommate

returns.

Come here!
Charles, Charles.

My sister got herself
killed in a car crash.

Not too far now, Marcee!

Her cowboy husband
was too drunk

to know that he was
too drunk to drive.

So, I took her in.

She's so small.

Well, she's young, John.
That's how they come.

I'm at Harvard doing the
great author's workshop.

D. H. bloody Lawrence.

I really do think you should
buy yourself a new book.

Well, I've been reading
a lot about you.

How are you, John?

At first, all my work
here was trivial,

but a new assignment
came up and...

I can't really
tell you any details.

Top secret?
Black bag? Black ops?

Something like that.

And...

Yes?

Well, I met a girl.

No! A human girl?
Homo sapien.

A biped? Yep. And contrary
to all probabilities,

she finds me attractive on
a number of different levels.

God, that's wonderful.

Well, there's no accounting
for taste, is there?

Should I marry her?

God. Right.

I mean,
everything's going well.

The job is fine.
I have enough money.

It all seems to add up.

But how do you know
for sure?

Nothing's ever
for sure, John.

That's the only
sure thing I do know.

Good evening.

Alicia, please don't be angry. I
just lost track of time at work,

again.
Mmm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

I didn't have time
to wrap it.

Happy birthday.

The refractive faces
of the glass, you see,

they create a full
wavelength dispersal,

so if you look inside it,
you can see...

Every
possible color.

Every possible color.
Yeah.

Remember you said that time, "God must
be a painter because of all the colors"?

At the governor's house,
you said that.

I didn't think
you were listening.

I was listening.

It's beautiful.

Alicia, does our relationship
warrant long-term commitment?

Because I need
some kind of proof,

some kind of verifiable,
empirical data.

I'm sorry,
just give me a moment

to redefine my
girlish notions of romance.

A proof?

Verifiable data.

Okay.

Well, how big
is the universe?

Infinite.

How do you know?

I know because all the data
indicates it's infinite.

But it hasn't been proven yet? No.

You haven't seen it.
No.

How do you know for sure?

I don't,
I just believe it.

Mmm.

It's the same with love,
I guess.

Now, the part that
you don't know

is if I want to
marry you.

Smile for the camera!

Well done!

Congratulations.

You look beautiful.

Hi,
how are you?

- Bye-bye.
- Bye, now.

- Bye!
- Bye!

Be safe!

Get in. Hurry.

They're following us.

Who is...
Who is following us?

The drop has been
compromised.

Get down!

Stay down.

Here, take this.

I ain't shooting anybody.

Take the goddamn gun!

No!

You stay back.
Don't move.

John?

Hi.

Where were you?

Sol...
Yeah, I talked to Sol.

He said you left
the office hours ago.

Why didn't you call me?

Are you all right?

Honey?

John.

Please, talk to me.
Tell me what happened.

John, open the door.

Come on, open the door!
Let me in!

Talk to me!

John!

Open this door!

Watch for cars, kids.

What was that?

John.

William.

This is not what
I signed up for.

Every time a car backfires
or a door slams...

I understand better than
you could possibly imagine.

You need to
calm down, John.

Now listen to me. We're
closing in on the bomb,

in large part
due to your work.

Now don't you think your
fear is a small price to pay?

William,
my circumstance has changed.

Alicia's pregnant.

I told you
attachments were dangerous.

You chose to
marry the girl.

I did nothing
to prevent it.

The best way to
ensure everybody's safety

is for you to
continue your work.

Well, I'll just quit.

You won't.

Why would I not?

Because I keep the Russians
from knowing you work for us.

You quit working for me,

I quit working for you.

Parcher! Parcher!

John, you all right?

John?

Turn it off!
Turn off the light!

Why would you do that? Why
would you turn the light on?

What is wrong with you?

You have to go
to your sister's.

I left the car
at the back.

Now you can take
Commonwealth, no side streets.

John...
Stay where it's crowded.

John,
I'm not going anywhere!

When you get to your sister's,
you wait for me to call.

No, I'm not going.

Just get your things.
I'm not leaving!

Stop! Stop it.

Please, Alicia.

I'll explain when I can.

Uncle John!
Uncle John!

Hey, baby girl!

Wow,
someone needed a hug.

I saw you on the slate,
and I thought to myself,

"How can I miss seeing a guest
lecture by the inimitable John Nash?"

What's wrong?

I got myself into something.
I think I might need some help.

Well, now you tell me,
what is it?

Professor Nash!

Welcome!

After?

So, we see that the zeroes
of the Riemann zeta function

correspond to singularities
in space-time.

Singularities in
space-time then...

And conventional
number theory...

It breaks down in the face
of relativistic exploration.

Sometimes our expectations
are betrayed by the numbers.

Variables are impossible
to assign any rational value.

Professor Nash!

Hold it!

Professor Nash?

Professor Nash, let's
avoid a scene, shall we?

What do you want?

My name is Rosen.

Dr. Rosen.
I'm a psychiatrist.

Forgive me if I
don't seem persuaded.

I'd like you to
come with me, John.

Just for a chat.

It appears
I have no choice.

Help me! Somebody!

Somebody! Help me!

Get off me!

I know who you are!
I know who you are!

- No, no, no, don't!
- Charles!

Charles, they're Russians!
Charles, they're Russians!

Call somebody!
Call somebody, Charles!

They're Russians!
Steady the leg.

Get away from me.

Stay away from me!

There, now.

All better.

Everything's all right here.

Watch your head.

John? John?

Can you hear me?

Go easy now.

Thorazine takes
a little while to wear off.

Sorry about the restraints.

But you've got one
hell of a right hook.

Where am I?

MacArthur
Psychiatric Hospital.

I find that
highly unlikely.

You made a mistake.

My work is non-military
in application.

Which work is that,
John?

I don't know anything.

There's no good in
keeping secrets, you know.

Charles?

I didn't mean to get
you involved in this.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Charles?

The prodigal
roommate revealed.

"Saw my name on
the lecture slate"?

You lying son of a bitch!

Who are you talking to?
Tell me who you see.

How do you say "Charles
Herman" in Russian?

How do you say it
in Russian?

There's
no one there, John.

There's no one there.

He's right there.
He's right there.

Stop! I don't know anything!
Stop! I don't know anything!

My name is John Nash. I'm
being held against my will.

Somebody call the
Department of Defense.

My name is John Nash. I'm
being held against my will!

What's wrong
with him?

John has schizophrenia.

People with this disorder
are often paranoid.

But... But his work.

He deals with conspiracy.
So...

Yes. Yes, I know.

In John's world, these behaviors
are accepted, encouraged.

As such, his illness
may have gone untreated

far longer than is typical.

What do you mean?
How long?

Possibly since
graduate school.

At least that's when his
hallucinations seem to have begun.

What are you talking about?
What hallucinations?

One, so far,
that I am aware of.

An imaginary roommate
named Charles Herman.

Charles isn't imaginary.

He and John have been best
friends since Princeton.

Have you ever met Charles?
Has he ever come to dinner?

He's always in town for
so little time, lecturing.

Was he at your wedding?

He had to teach.

Have you seen
a picture of him,

or talked to him
on the telephone?

This is ridiculous.

I phoned Princeton.

According to their housing
records, John lived alone.

Now, which is more likely?
That your husband,

a mathematician with
no military training,

is a government spy
fleeing the Russians...

You're making him
sound crazy.

Or, that he has lost
his grip on reality?

Now, the only way I can help
him is to show him the difference

between what is real
and what is in his mind.

Come on.

What's he been
working on?

His work is classified.

He mentioned a supervisor by
the name of William Parcher.

Maybe Mr. Parcher can
clarify things for us.

But I can't get to
him without clearances.

You want me to help you get the
details of my husband's work?

John thinks I'm a Russian spy.
Is that what you think?

What did the doctor say?
Is he sick?

I don't know. I want to see
what John's been working on.

Alicia, you know,
you can't go in his office.

You know, it's classified,
Alicia. Stop.

Oh, my God.

Why didn't you
say something?

Alicia, I mean, John has
always been a little weird.

He said he was doing code-breaking.
That it was eyes-only.

Top-secret, part of the
military effort. Was he?

Well, it was possible, you know?

I mean, directives
come down all the time

that some of us
aren't cleared for.

It was possible.

Possible, but not likely.

Lately, he'd become so much more
agitated, and then when you called...

So, is this all he's
been doing every day?

Cutting up magazines?

Well, not all.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

I missed you.

I have to talk to you.

Okay.

Alicia, I've been
thinking about it,

and I do realize
that my behavior

and my inability to discuss
the situation with you

must have appeared insane. I
left you with no other choice.

I do understand,
and I'm truly sorry.

That's okay.

Everything is
gonna be all right.

We just have to
talk quietly.

They may be listening.
There may be microphones.

I'm gonna tell
you everything now.

It's breaking with protocol,
but you need to know

because you have to
help me get out of here.

Alicia, I've been doing
top-secret work for the government.

There's a threat that exists
of catastrophic proportions.

I think the Russians feel
my profile is too high.

That's why they simply
just don't do away with me.

They're keeping me here to try
to stop me from doing my work.

You have to get to Wheeler.
Stop.

You have to find William Parcher. Stop.

He could help us. He
could help us. Stop. Stop.

He could help us...
Stop!

I went to Wheeler.

Good, good.

There is no William Parcher.

Of course there is.
I've been working for him.

Doing what?
Breaking codes?

Dropping packages in a secret
mailbox for the government to pick up?

How could you know that?

Sol followed you.

He thought it was
harmless. Sol followed me?

They've never been opened.

It isn't real.

There is no conspiracy, John.

There is no William Parcher.

It's in your mind.

Do you understand, baby?

You're sick.

You're sick, John.

John?

Code red. Dr. Rosen, code
red. Observation Room 2.

Dr. Rosen, code red.
Observation Room 2.

John?

The implant is gone.

I can't find it.

It's gone.

You see,
the nightmare of schizophrenia

is not knowing what's true.

Imagine if you had
suddenly learned that

the people and the places and
the moments most important to you

were not gone, not dead,

but worse, had never been.

What kind of hell
would that be?

Administering insulin.

8:42 a.m.

How often?

Five times a week
for 10 weeks.

John always spoke so fondly
of being here at Princeton.

And Hansen is running
the department now.

So he keeps reminding us,
and reminding us.

Yeah.

John won't come near the campus,
though. I think he's ashamed.

Hey, hey.

Want this?

So, Alicia,
how are you holding up?

Well,
delusions have passed.

They're saying with the medication
and low stress environment...

No...

I mean, how are you?

I think often what I feel

is obligation.

Or guilt over
wanting to leave.

Rage against John,
against God, and...

But...

Then I look at him,

and I force myself to see
the man that I married.

And he becomes that man.

He's transformed into
someone that I love.

And I'm transformed into
someone who loves him.

It's not
all the time, but

it's enough.

I think John is
a very lucky man, Alicia.

So unlucky.

This is us.
This is it?

It's nice.

It's near
where I work.

John? You have a visitor.

Hi.

I hope it's okay.

Hey, chief.

Cigarette?
No, thanks.

I quit, actually.

Hello.
Hey, John.

Have you met Harvey?

John, there's no...
Relax, it's okay.

There's no point in being nuts
if you can't have a little fun.

Jesus Christ, John.
You know, I should have known.

Here you go.

I can take those later.

You're supposed
to take them now.

Can I bring you something?

I'm okay.

Okay.

So, yeah, I was in
town giving a workshop.

I go back tonight.

You know, Bender,
he really wanted to stop by

and, you know, see you.
You know, say hi.

Squeamish?

Yeah.

I suppose I would be, too.

But, alas,
I'm stuck with me.

I'm trying to solve
the Riemann hypothesis.

Uh-huh.

Yeah?

I figured if I dazzle them

they will have
to reinstate me.

But it's difficult
with the medication

because it's hard to

see the solution.

You know, John,
you should go easy.

There are other things
besides work.

What are they?

What are you thinking about?

What do people do?

It's life, John.

Activities available.

Just add meaning.

You could try
leaving the house.

You know,
maybe talk to people.

You could try
taking out the garbage.

And there's some more...
There's some more in...

Who...
Who were you talking to?

Garbage man.

Garbage men
don't come at night.

I guess around here
they do.

Sorry.

Is it the medication?

I don't know what to do.

My mother's going to keep the
baby a little longer tonight.

I can get three
hours of overtime.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

It's good to
see you, John.

It's been a while.

Parcher?

Yes, sir.

You're not real!

Of course I am.
Don't be ridiculous.

I don't think that
I would go that way, John.

It's time for you
to get back to work.

The bomb is in its final
position here in the U.S.

Knowing your
situation requires

you keep a low profile,
Mohammed,

we've brought
the mountain to you.

We've narrowed
the bomb's location

to somewhere on
the eastern seaboard,

but we haven't been able to
pinpoint its exact position.

Their codes have grown
increasingly complex.

Look at this, John.

What? What?

Dr. Rosen said...

Rosen ! That quack!

"Schizophrenic break from reality,"
right? Psychological bullshit!

Look at me, John.

John, look at me.

Do I look like
I'm imagined?

Wheeler has
no record of you.

Do you think we
list our personnel?

John, I'm sorry you had
to go through all this.

I've gone to a great deal
of trouble to get you back.

I can restore your
status at Wheeler.

I can let the world
know what you did.

But I need you now,
soldier.

I was so scared
you weren't real.

There's a storm coming.

I'm just going to
grab the laundry. Okay?

I'll draw his bath.

It's okay.

Okay.

John!

I've almost got it! Charles,
you just watch the baby.

No!

Oh, God.

Charles was watching him.
He was okay.

There is no one here.

Oh, my God!

Charles was watching him.
There is no one here!

He's been injected
with a cloaking serum.

I can see him
because of a chemical

that was released
into my bloodstream

when my implant dissolved.

I couldn't tell you, it
was for your own protection!

Alicia!

No!

Hello, I need
Dr. Rosen's office, please.

You've got to
stop her, John.

You leave her out of it.

Who are you talking to?

It's not her fault.
John.

She'll compromise us again.
No, she won't.

You'll go back
to the hospital.

John, answer me!

Countless people will die.

Alicia, please put
the phone down.

I can't let that happen.

Yes, hello? Hi, I need
Dr. Rosen. Is he in?

I'm sorry, John.

No!

Alicia.

You know what you
have to do, Nash.

Get away from me.

She's too great a risk.
Get away!

I didn't mean
to hurt you!

Finish her.
She knows too much now.

Uncle John?

You take care of her, you pathetic
piece of shit, or I'll take care of you.

John. Christ, John,
please do what he says.

Move, soldier.

Now.

Uncle John?

John, please!

Now!

Alicia and Charles never coexist
in the same interactive field.

Parcher and Charles...

Charles and Marcee
cannot coexist with Alicia.

With Alicia.

I understand.

No!

She never gets old.

Marcee can't be real.
She never gets old.

You see them now?

Yes.

Why did you
stop your meds?

Because I couldn't
do my work.

I couldn't help with
the baby. I couldn't...

I couldn't
respond to my wife.

You think that's better
than being crazy?

We'll need to start
you on a higher run

of insulin shocks
and a new medication.

No.

There has to be
another way.

Schizophrenia
is degenerative.

Some days may be symptom-free, but
over time, you are getting worse.

It's a problem.
That's all it is.

It's a problem
with no solution.

And that's what I do,
I solve problems.

That's what I do best.
This isn't math.

You can't come up
with a formula to

change the way
you experience the world.

All I have to do
is apply my mind.

There's no theorem,
no proof.

You can't reason
your way out of this.

Why not? Why can't I?

Because your mind is where the
problem is in the first place.

I can do this.

I can work it out.
All I need is time.

Is that the baby?

The baby is at
my mother's, John.

Without treatment, John, the
fantasies may take over entirely.

You almost ready?

Rosen's waiting outside.

I can't go back
to that hospital.

I won't come home.

He said that if you said that he
has commitment papers for me to sign.

Well, maybe you
won't sign them.

Maybe you'll just
give me some time.

I will try to
figure this out.

Whatever you do, Rosen
is right about one thing.

You shouldn't be here.

I'm not safe anymore.

Would you have
hurt me, John?

I don't know.

Maybe you should let Dr. Rosen
drive you to your mother's.

He told me to leave.

I understand.

Rosen said to call if you
try and kill me, or anything.

You want to know
what's real?

This.

This is real.

Maybe the part that knows
the waking from the dream,

maybe it isn't here.

Maybe it's here.

I need to believe that something
extraordinary is possible.

Come.

Hello, Martin.

Jesus Christ.

No, I...

I don't have that one. My savior complex
takes on a completely different form.

I heard what happened
and I wanted to write,

and I tried you
at MacArthur's,

but you'd left,
and I just...

This is
Helinger's old office.

Yeah.

Yeah, I stole it from him.

Seems that you won
after all, Martin.

They were wrong, John.
No one wins.

Please, please,
have a seat.

God, it's so good
to see you.

What brings you
back to Princeton?

John? John, I'm sorry,
but you have to tell him.

Tell him you're a genius.
You're a genius, John!

Tell him your work is
critical. John, please!

Is there any chance that you
could ignore what I just did?

Of course.
What are old friends for?

Is that what
we are, Martin? Friends?

John, of course.

Of course.
We always have been.

Alicia and I think that fitting
in, being part of a community,

might do me some good.

That a certain
level of attachment,

familiar places,
familiar people,

might help me elbow out

these certain delusions
that I have.

It's a lot to ask,
and now that I'm here,

I'm quite certain that
you will just say no.

But I was wondering
if I could hang around.

Huh.

Will you be
needing an office?

No.

No, I could just
work out of the library.

Well, this guy tries to
wander into the library,

but he doesn't have ID.

Why can't people
read their memos, huh?

Then, he goes
totally nuts.

You're not real!
You're not real.

There's no mission.

Shit. Shit.

You're not real!
You are not real!

Is this what you are,
soldier? Some useless ghoul?

The local madman?

I'm not a soldier.

You're gonna
end up in a cell!

Old, worthless, discarded.

There's no mission.

And while you rock and drool,
the world will burn to ashes!

You are not real!
You are not real!

You're still
talking to me, soldier.

There's no mission!
I'm not a soldier!

John ! John!

Hey, hey, hey.
John, John. It's okay.

I just heard what
happened, I'm sorry. John.

I'm not a soldier.
John. Hey, Nash.

Nash, hey,
you're all right.

Nash.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the great John Nash!

John?

You should've
seen their faces.

Everybody was
just staring at me.

John, you know that stress
triggers the delusions.

I know.

But then, on the way home,
Charles was there.

Sometimes, I really
miss talking to him.

Maybe Rosen's right.

Maybe I have to think about going
back into the hospital again.

No. Come here.

Maybe try again tomorrow.

John, now you can't
ignore me forever.

Charles, you've been a very
good friend to me. The best.

But I won't
talk to you again.

I just can't.

Same goes for you,
baby girl.

Good-bye.

I was wondering if
I might audit your course.

It's an honor,
Professor Nash.

Is something wrong?

This will be
my first class.

Good morning,
eager young minds.

It's never
going to work, John.

You're just
humiliating yourself.

It's pathetic!
You are being pathetic.

I'm ashamed of you!

Man!

Are you coming?
You're going to be late.

Dad, you've got my book.
What?

You've got my book.

Right.

Thanks.

Good-bye.
Bye.

See you tonight.

Bye, honey.

Did you just solve Riemann?

Well, what do you think?

Huh.

That's an analog to Frobenius
for non-commutative extensions.

Yes, it is.

But it only appears to
work sporadically, so, no.

But I believe
I'm making progress.

You're John Nash, right?

Toby Kelly.
Hello.

I've been studying
your equilibrium,

the one you wrote
here at Princeton.

To come up with something
totally original, the way you did.

You know, I was young.

I've been developing
a theory.

I believe I can prove that Galois
extensions are covering spaces.

That everything,
everything is connected.

That it's all part
of the same subject.

When was the last time
you ate?

Excuse me?

You know, food.

Oh... Uh...

My wife,
she loves mayonnaise.

Thank you.

Go on.

The function is in
the two categories.

Mmm-hmm.

Alicia!

Alicia!

...and meet together
at a maximum speed

of, let us say,
10 miles per hour.

So you have a fly on
the tire of bicycle "B,"

and the fly, who can
travel at 20 miles an hour,

leaves the tire of bicycle "B" and
flies to the tire of bicycle "A,"

and backwards and forwards, and so on
and so forth, until the two bikes collide

and the poor
little fly is squashed.

This is the important thing about
actually focusing in and comprehending

the area that you're dealing
with. Mathematics is very specific,

and it is an art form, no matter what
these people around here will tell you,

especially the people
from Biology.

Don't listen to
any of those people.

Let me go back to
what you were doing before

because I think I
might want to steal this

and write a book
and get famous.

I was thinking
that I might teach.

A classroom with 50 students
can be daunting for anyone.

John, besides,
you're a terrible teacher.

I'm an acquired
taste, Martin.

I was hoping there still might
be something I could contribute.

What about the...

Well, you know.
Are they gone?

No, they're not gone.

And maybe
they never will be.

But I've gotten
used to ignoring them,

and I think, as a result,
they've given up on me.

You think that's
what it's like with

all our dreams and
our nightmares, Martin?

You've got to keep feeding
them for them to stay alive?

John,
they haunt you though.

They're my past, Martin.
Everybody is haunted by their past.

Well, good-bye.

John, I'll talk
to the department.

Maybe in the spring.

Hey, Nash.

You scared?

Terrified.
Mortified. Petrified.

Stupefied by you.

Now you ought best ring Alicia,
or you're gonna get me...

I'll ring her. ...in
an awful lot of trouble.

Thanks, Professor.
Good-bye.

Have a nice day.
Good-bye.

Papers in hand, Mr. Beyer.
Monday, sir.

Professor Nash?

Can you see him?

Yeah.
You sure?

Positive? He's within
your vision? Good.

Forgive me, I'm just always
suspicious of new people.

See you next week,
Professor. See you next week.

So now that I know
that you're real,

who are you,
and what can I do for you?

Professor,
my name is Thomas King.

Thomas King?
Mmm-hmm.

And I'm here to tell you that you're
being considered for the Nobel Prize.

Forgive me, but I'm
just a little stunned.

Over the past few years, your
equilibrium has become a cornerstone

of modern economics.

Suddenly,
everybody likes that one.

What about my work on other some such
projects, like manifold embedding?

The application of
your bargaining problem

to FCC bandwidth auctions
or to antitrust cases...

Antitrust cases?
Yes.

I never would
have considered that.

Have I just reached some level of
honesty that borders on stupidity?

No, you haven't.

Because I wouldn't
have thought of that.

Shall we have tea?

I don't go in there. I usually just
take my sandwich in the library.

Come on, John. Let's have
some tea. It's a big day.

Most commercially
available brands of tea

are not suitable to
my palate, you see.

I'm not...

There are some Northern Indian
teas which are dense enough.

I enjoy the flavor
that they have.

I have not been in this room
for quite some many years.

I wonder what tea
they serve.

Why, thank you,
young lady.

Things have certainly changed
around here. I have a son that age.

Harvard.

Hmm.

I would have thought

the nominations for the Nobel
Prize would've been secret.

I would have thought you'd only
find out if you won or lost.

That is generally
the case, yes,

but these are
special circumstances.

The awards are substantial.

They require private funding.
As such,

the image of the Nobel is...

Oh, I see. So, you came here
to find out if I was crazy?

Find out if I would screw
everything up if I actually won?

Dance around the podium, strip
naked and squawk like a chicken,

things of this nature?

Something like that, yes.

Would I embarrass you?

Yes, it is possible.

You see, I am crazy.

I take the
newer medications,

but I still see things
that are not here.

I just choose not
to acknowledge them.

Like a diet of the mind, I choose
not to indulge certain appetites.

Like my appetite
for patterns.

Perhaps my appetite
to imagine and to dream.

Professor Nash.

It's good to
have you here, John.

Thank you.

It's an honor, sir.

Thank you very much.

A privilege, Professor.

Professor.

Nicely done, John.

Thank you, Tom.

Thank you.

Thank you, Ed.

That was certainly
most unexpected.

Thank you.

I've always
believed in numbers,

in the equations and logics
that lead to reason.

But after a lifetime of such pursuits,

I ask, what truly is logic?

Who decides reason?

My quest has taken me through
the physical, the metaphysical,

the delusional and back.

And I have made the most
important discovery of my career.

The most important
discovery of my life.

It is only in the mysterious
equations of love

that any logical
reasons can be found.

I'm only here tonight
because of you.

You are the reason I am.

You are all my reasons.

Thank you.

So nice to
have met you.

I'll call for the car, Dad.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Are you ready to go now?

Yes, I am.

Yes, indeed,
and yes, please.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

What is it?
What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Come with me,
young lady.

I have a car outside.
Are you interested in a ride?

Where's it going to?