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[pleasant music plays]

[man] Hey! Hey, come on. Let's move!

[girl] No!

-[man] Let me see. -[girl] No!

Come on. I made you special breakfast.

[girl] You can't cook.

Hey, Mary, open up!

You look beautiful.

I look like a Disney character.

[sighs]

-Where's the "special"? -The what?

You said you made me a special breakfast.

Please don't make me go.

You can keep homeschooling me.

-I've taught you everything I know. -But I don't wanna go.

Well, I don't wanna go to work, but I do.

You don't go to work. You fix the boats on a dock.

Okay. It's a poor example, but you're still going.

But…

-But what about Fred? -What about him?

You won't take care of him. You don't like cats.

I don't like two-eyed cats. Fred is monocular.

Who's gonna throw him his ping-pong ball?

Fred's gonna be fine. No more argument, okay?

We've discussed this ad nauseam.

What's ad nauseam?

Oh, you don't know?

Well, looks like someone needs school.

[pleasant music continues]

[kids chattering]

This is gonna be fun.

You're gonna meet kids today

you can borrow money from the rest of your life.

Come on.

You're gonna be great.

You know, just…

I don't know. Try being a kid.

[woman] Mmm-mmm.

Frank!

Frank, I know you hear me.

Frank!

[doorknob rattling]

There's still time for you to undo this nonsense.

Go, get in your car and go get that child.

Are you technically allowed to use those keys whenever you want?

How can you stand there acting all calm and everything, Frank,

and make light of this?

Now, go get her back before it's too late.

She gotta get out in the world. She has no friends her age.

No social skills.

She doesn't know how to be a kid.

Two nights ago, she told me that even if Germany bails out the euro,

there could still be a worldwide depression.

I was staring at the ceiling for three hours.

I'm so worried.

[sighs] Come on, Roberta.

If you start crying, I'm gonna have to pretend to start crying.

Hey.

You know, there's something you could be overlooking.

This could work out.

Maybe.

But if anybody takes that baby away, I'll smother you in your sleep.

Morning, Fred.

[door closes]

[sighs]

[teacher] One plus one is two.

That is fact number one of today.

Who can tell me what two plus two is?

Who's got it?

-Mmm-hmm? -Four.

Excellent, Donna. It is.

Two plus two is indeed four.

Okay, who wants to try three plus three?

Three plus three? Really?

I beg your pardon?

What kind of school is this anyway?

It's the kind of school

where students don't speak without permission.

All right. But everyone knows it's six.

Nobody in this classroom speaks,

unless they are called upon.

Okay? Is everybody clear on that?

[all] Yes, ma'am.

Good. Mary, can you stand up, please?

Stand on up. Stand up, babe.

These questions are for you because you're so advanced.

What is nine plus eight?

Seventeen.

Yeah. Yes, it is. That's good.

What is 15 plus 17?

Thirty-two.

Yeah. That's… That… That is right.

All right, then.

Well, what is 57 plus 135?

One hundred and ninety-two.

Yeah.

[gentle music plays]

Can you tell me…

what 57 multiplied by 135 is?

[exhales]

Okay.

Who can tell me what four--

Seven thousand and six-hundred and ninety-five.

[girl] I don't think anyone can do that.

[Mary] The square root is 87.7.

And change.

Now, what does ad nauseam mean?

I have a very strange kid.

I have 27 strange kids.

Good morning.

Good morning, good morning.

That's great, guys, but take your seats, okay?

Oh, God. See ya.

-Good morning, Ms. Stevenson. -Good morning.

-Mind if I sit in? -Not at all.

Okay, class. I have a treat for you.

I would like to introduce you to our principal, Mrs. Davis.

Good morning, first-graders.

[all] Good morning, Mrs. Davis.

Are you ready for a great year?

[all] Yes!

Um… Yes, Mary?

She's the boss?

Mrs. Davis is our principal. Okay, uh--

Okay, now I want you to get on your phone and call Frank

and tell him to get me out of here!

[woman] Wait a minute. That's the dad? I know him.

I see him at Ferg's almost every Friday night.

He's the quiet, damaged hot guy.

What are you doing at Ferg's every Friday night?

Trying to get picked up by him.

Excuse me? Hi.

Oh. Look, it's my teacher.

Probably wants to remind me what one plus one is.

Go to the car, okay?

-Hi. -Hi.

Sorry to yell and chase you down.

-It's okay. Mary's teacher? -Yes. I'm Bonnie Stevenson.

Frank. How are you? Sorry about today. I know she got a little overexcited.

-I think it's just first-day jitters. -Sure. Yeah.

We're running a bit late. We gotta get going.

Okay. I don't even wanna talk about that.

-I'll keep you just a minute. -Okay.

I think…

I think your daughter… I think Mary might be gifted.

-What? -Yeah.

Today in Math, she answered some really…

-Oh, no, no. That's-- -Really difficult… No, please.

-It's not gifted. -Really difficult questions.

-Just that a seven-year-old would-- -It's Trachtenberg.

-Jakow Trachtenberg. -I'm sorry?

Spent seven years in a Nazi concentration camp.

Developed a system to rapidly solve problems.

It's the Trachtenberg method.

But she's…

I mean, she's seven, though.

I learned it when I was eight.

Do I look gifted to you?

It's kind of gone out of vogue since the invention of the calculator,

but, uh, I can still win a drink at a bar using it.

Sorry for today.

-Won't happen again. -Okay.

Nice to meet you. Bonnie.

Frank.

-[car door closes] -[engine starts]

[pleasant music plays]

[Bonnie] Hmm.

For the record, I didn't wanna go to the stupid school in the first place.

And the boy in the next row acts inappropriately

for someone who's a child.

I'm sorry. I'm still passive aggressively ignoring you.

Other kids answer questions. They don't get into trouble.

You didn't get in trouble for answering questions.

You yelled at the principal.

You know what? You're gonna find this interesting.

So, I googled "first graders who yell at the principal,"

and statistically, you're never gonna believe how many kids do it.

How many?

None.

[engine starts]

Frank, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Yeah, right.

You can't show off like that at school.

I know.

You promised you wouldn't, then the first day--

I know, I know. I screwed up.

Do you think maybe this boat needs a test ride?

Go get Fred.

-[chuckles] -[Frank] Don't run.

["The Wind" playing]

♪ I listen to the wind ♪

♪ To the wind of my soul ♪

♪ Where I'll end up, well, I think ♪

♪ Only God really knows ♪

♪ I've sat upon the setting sun ♪

♪ But never, never, never, never ♪

♪ I never wanted water once ♪

♪ No, never, never, never… ♪

Fred loves to watch the sandpipers.

[Fred meows]

He thinks he'd like to catch one, but he'd regret it.

Fred's not a killer.

He's a lover.

[Mary sighs]

♪ I let my music take me… ♪

Would my mom have wanted me to go to this school?

I can only guess.

But I'll tell you what, she would have wanted you to have friends.

Idiot friends?

And she'd want you to have compassion for others.

Like a cat can have for a sandpiper.

♪ No, never, never, never ♪

But what if they don't like me?

Then they're idiots.

[song ends]

Good morning, class.

[all] Good morning, Ms. Stevenson.

Good morning, Mary.

Good morning, Ms. Stevenson.

Okay, good morning.

Get a hold of yourself.

For my Show and Tell,

I have the most awesome cat in the history of time.

Not only is his name Fred, but…

[Fred meows]

He has just one eye.

Uno. Go ahead and count,

but I promise you, it's always one.

How did he lose his eye?

I don't know. I wasn't there.

Just found him inside of a trash can

next to a bottle of, like, alcohol or something.

He is a smart, smart cat, but no one realizes that.

No one understands him. No one.

[Bonnie] Put your name on the top of the paper

so that I know who did such good work.

[boy] I left my pen with you.

[Bonnie] Pass those around, guys.

Okay? I wanna see your work.

Turn around, face the desk.

Think about how you get to the answer.

It's not just about, you know, guessing.

Don't be messy.

Done.

Let's see.

Mmm-hmm.

Okay. I thought you might finish quickly, so a little something extra.

[exhilarating music plays]

Done.

[pleasant music plays]

[keyboard clacking]

[chuckles softly]

Oh…

["Frankie's Gun" playing]

♪ Slip make a fender shine ♪

♪ Frankie you're a friend of mine ♪

♪ Got me off a bender After long-legged Brenda died ♪

♪ I thought we might be On a roll this time Frankie ♪

♪ I could have swore the box said Hollywood blanks… ♪

Do you know who I am?

Hey! Mary's teacher…

[both] Bonnie.

You lied to me.

Okay.

-Can you narrow it down? -Mmm-hmm.

I'd like to know the truth about Mary, my student…

your niece.

I was running ridiculously late for a date,

and my sister showed up with Mary,

and she never just showed up unannounced.

She never showed up with the baby.

She said she wanted to… talk.

She said she needed to talk.

I told her I would talk to her when I got back.

I think I figured, showing up that late to my date,

would hurt my chances of getting laid.

Came home that night and Mary was on the couch,

and found Diane on the bathroom floor.

I mean, there's no way I could have known, but…

I should have known.

Six and a half years later, me and Mary are still hanging out.

And what about the father?

[scoffs]

Diane was so socially awkward,

she didn't date enough to know a good guy from a bad guy.

This particular guy didn't last a month.

And no grandparents?

Dad died when I was eight. My mom…

[scoffs] Short version is she turned her back on Diane

when she got pregnant.

Why?

Didn't fit into her plan.

She's an exacting woman, my mother.

Uncompromising.

Very British.

Do you mean British in demeanor or…

-No. Like she's… -She's from England.

From England, yeah.

[exhales]

So Mary is a genius?

[sighs]

[kids chattering]

[all] Oh!

[boy laughing]

Look out. Look out.

Your little animals are escaping, dumbass.

Hey! You should not be laughing!

You did a mean thing to a little kid!

What are you gonna do about it?

Hey. Hey, you okay?

You good?

All right.

How do we resolve this? You know, she could be expelled.

God. I hope not.

But if every other first-time offender was expelled, I guess fair is fair.

Are you gonna take this seriously?

Sure.

You don't bluff me, I don't bluff you.

Ms. Stevenson believes that your child is exceptional,

and has talents that our curriculum can't begin to challenge.

It just so happens

that I am good friends with the headmaster

of the Oaks Academy for Gifted Education.

He has always said that if I find that one in a million…

And the one in a million has a $30,000 tuition.

Mr. Adler, I can get your daughter a scholarship.

Full ride.

I wouldn't say it if I couldn't do it.

[sighs]

I realize, putting that girl in that setting,

you know, 99 times out of 100, that's what you do.

It's the Oaks. It's a great school. I looked into it, but…

this family has a history with those schools.

And I think the last thing that little girl needs

is reinforcement that she's different.

Trust me, she knows. So…

I think Mary…

I think she's gotta be here.

Today's a bad ending.

You can't hit people,

but a 12-year-old bullies a 7-year-old, and she stands up?

Do you know how important it is to me that she did that?

You know how proud I am of her? Aren't you?

Mr. Adler, your daughter shattered a young boy's--

I know. You can't hit people.

That will be made very clear. I get that.

But Mrs. Davis, if we separate our leaders,

if we segregate them from people like you and me,

you get congressmen.

So, I'm sorry. I wish I could take your offer, but Mary stays.

-Unless you kick her out. -This is a mistake.

We'll never be able to raise this child to the level of scholarship she deserves.

Well… just dumb her down into a decent human being.

Everybody wins.

[door opens]

You know what? Just, can you excuse me one minute?

Bring me every piece of paperwork we have on this girl.

[door closes]

Hey. Hey.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

No.

Mary, I think you have something you'd like to say to the class.

You wanna hop up and say it?

Okay. I'm supposed to say something.

Hitting people is wrong even if they're bad.

I won't do it again, so don't be afraid of me.

Okay. Thank you.

Now can I say something I wanna say?

[Bonnie] Sure.

Before they ruined it,

Justin's zoo was the best art project.

By far. It was awesome.

-[scattered applause] -Come on.

-A little harder. -[all applauding]

Okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

There's a lady standing in front of our door.

Who is it?

How should I know? I'm seven.

[engine stops]

That would be your grandmother.

Holy shit.

An Apple? Whoa.

It's a MacBook, darling.

Top of the line. With the Retina display.

Hey, you know who else has a Retina display?

Fred!

Um, Mary, I understand you like mathematics.

So, on there, you'll find a great out-of-print book by Charles Zimmer

called Transitions in Advanced Algebra.

Yeah. Love that book.

You're saying you've read it?

Yeah. I've kind of moved on to differential equations now.

Don't forget your manners. Thank your grandma.

Thank you, Grandma.

Grandmother or Evelyn will do just fine.

There's so much more on there.

Things I know you'll find really challenging.

Yes, but sadly, it's a school night and there's homework to do.

What a surprise though, right?

Say good night to Grandmother or Evelyn.

Good night.

I'd kill a priest for a Benadryl.

Still with the allergies?

Why in God's name have you got a cat?

You don't even like cats.

It's not my cat. It's Mary's cat. I'm just along for the ride.

So let me guess. Our lovely principal, Ms. Davis.

Never get on the bad side

of small-minded people who have a little authority.

I thought I taught you that.

What are you doing here?

You don't think I have the right to see my granddaughter?

I do. I'm thrilled your seven-year exhaustive search

has finally come to a fruitful conclusion.

I don't think this is an appropriate time to talk.

Certainly not the setting.

While I was waiting, a cockroach this big tried to steal my shoe.

Yeah. They'll take a shoe.

Honestly, this?

This godforsaken mosquito ranch was a conscious choice?

I could drop you back off at the airport.

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

This thing is loaded with cool problems.

-So, are you teaching? -I repair boats.

-Please. -I'm not bad at it either.

Well, then, that explains this.

They don't sell sunscreen here?

I wear sunscreen.

Not enough. And you need a hat.

A big hat that shades your face and neck.

You're playing Russian roulette with your skin.

-You look like a porn producer. -Okay. I appreciate the advice. I do.

But we're not here to talk about sunscreen, are we?

Oh, so no more small talk? That's a shame.

Okay. The environment you have created for that child,

where she lives, the school she attends, it's substandard, every bit of it.

I disagree.

We're going nowhere if we're not gonna be honest with each other.

I am being honest.

I see. Fine. Well, I'm not leaving without her.

Well, welcome to Florida.

Frank, please listen to reason.

At some point, either you're gonna come to the conclusion,

or someone in authority is going to spell it out for you

that the child's best interest is all that matters.

You're gonna make me pull rank, I will.

Diane didn't want you to have her.

Diane…

Diane didn't always think things through.

One of the brightest minds on the planet. Good luck going down that road.

And what do you think she'd say if she saw how her child is living now?

Do you honestly think she'd be pleased?

That she's living a somewhat normal life? Yes. I do.

She's not normal.

And treating her as such is negligence on a grand scale.

I know your heart's in the right place on this.

But you are denying the girl her potential. You are.

I can provide for her, I can enrich her life.

You're gonna take that girl, you're gonna bury her in tutors,

then you're gonna loan her out to some think tank,

where she can talk non-trivial zeros

with old Russian guys for the rest of her life.

And you'd bury her under a rock.

Look, I don't expect you to understand the price you have to pay for greatness.

Oh, I do. That's why I have Mary in the first place.

That's uncalled for.

Your sister had a laundry list of problems.

She could have solved Navier-Stokes and gone down in history

as one of the greatest mathematicians of all time,

but she didn't because she couldn't finish.

She was weak.

Weak like her father and weak like--

Well…

Now, if it's who I think it is…

kind of puts a black cloud over our luncheon.

You're still stubborn and vindictive.

Careful, Mother. There's an apple-and-tree analogy lurking.

You guys ready to order?

Here's an idea.

Stop thinking about me and you,

and start thinking about what's best for the child.

For any reasonable person, a clear picture will emerge.

If it doesn't, I suggest you call your attorney.

He'll have the bucket of beer.

[gentle music plays]

Hey, let's go outside.

No.

Come on. It's nice out.

I don't care.

Hey, no more math today.

[groans]

-Is there a God? -I don't know.

-Just tell me. -I would if I could.

But I don't know, and neither does anybody else.

[Mary] Roberta knows.

No.

Roberta has faith.

And that's a great thing to have,

but faith's about what you think, feel. Not what you know.

[Mary] What about Jesus?

Love that guy. Do what he says.

But is he God?

I don't know.

I have an opinion.

But that's my opinion. I could be wrong.

So why would I screw up yours?

Use your head, but don't be afraid to believe in things either.

[Mary] Huh. There was a guy on TV who said there was no God.

[Frank] The only difference between the atheists on TV and Roberta,

is that Roberta loves you. She's trying to help.

Tell you what, though.

One way or another, we all end up back together in the end.

That's what you're asking, right?

-[Mary] Yep. -Okay.

Find something else to worry about, will you?

[Mary] All right.

Okay. Adler, grandmother and uncle.

Really?

You sure you'll don't wanna go out in the hallway and settle this?

No? Well, that's a shame.

Mr. Cullen, you are here for the uncle.

-Yes, sir, Your Honor. -Start charging you room and board.

Mr. Highsmith, you're on the wrong side of the bay, aren't you?

[chuckles] I'm very happy to be here, Your Honor.

For the record, Mrs. Dibbons is representing

the State of Florida Child Welfare Department. Proceed.

Your Honor, my client, Mrs. Adler, is the maternal grandmother of the child.

Her daughter, the girl's mother, was a troubled woman,

who, seven years ago, sadly, took her own life.

It was at this time that Mr. Adler preemptively and illegally

took custody of the girl and spirited her across state lines

for the purpose of denying my client custody.

Now, there is evidence that the child currently lives

in unclean and unwholesome conditions.

We petition the court to grant my client full custody of the child

so that she may be returned to the state of Massachusetts

and given the care to which she is entitled.

My client took an infant under his wing for one reason only.

It was his sister's desire that he do so.

My client has been her constant caregiver,

and, Your Honor, as far as the living conditions,

I've been in this home.

It's fine.

I mean, if we adopt standards

based on our northern friend's aversion to palmetto bugs,

we won't have a child left south of Tallahassee.

[scattered laughter]

[chuckles softly]

All right. Last chance before this starts costing a lot more money.

Your Honor, my client would need reasonable access to the child.

So ordered.

Ms. Dibbons, you'll go and check out the living conditions?

-On the books, Your Honor. -All right, folks. Drive carefully.

Her lawyer has a nice suit.

Relax, Frank. More weight's put on the talent competition.

Go have a cocktail, hmm?

Roberta, would you like to have Mary tonight?

Why wouldn't I like to have Mary tonight?

[scoffs] I told you something like this would happen.

Now look where we are.

And I'm to believe you know what you're doing.

You couldn't even find a white lawyer.

Wow. Look, just…

-Don't worry, okay? -Don't tell me that.

There's nothing you can say that's gonna make me feel good

because I have no say in any of this, Frank.

I'm not a blood relative, I'm not a legal guardian. I'm nothing.

Just the lady who lives next door, whose opinion means nothing,

whose feelings mean nothing.

"Would I like to have Mary tonight?"

I'd like to have Mary every night.

[music playing on record]

♪ Can't stop me now ♪

♪ Hear what I say ♪

♪ My feet gotta move ♪

♪ So get out of my way ♪

♪ I'm gonna have my say ♪

♪ I'm going to every discotheque ♪

♪ I'm gonna dance, dance, dance, ooh! ♪

♪ Till the break of day ♪

♪ Oh, shame, shame, shame, shame ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Shame on you ♪

♪ If you can't dance too ♪

♪ And I said shame, shame, shame, shame ♪

♪ Shame, shame, shame, shame on you ♪

["Girl Crush" playing]

♪ Want everything she has ♪

Hi.

Hi.

Um, I heard Davis bragging about a custody case

and then I found out whose and I'm…

I feel terrible, but I also wanted you to know that after we talked,

I didn't say anything to anyone.

I swear.

And it's, um, important to me that you know that.

I know.

Okay.

My lawyer told me to get drunk.

And you're trying to do it with that?

[guitar music plays]

Okay. My turn.

Who was your first celebrity crush?

Um, I'll go with…

-Mona from Who's the Boss? -Oh, wow.

-You know who I'm talking about? -The sexy grandmother.

Yeah! I always felt like she had a secret.

Yeah, which is that she loved sexual intercourse.

-That was it. -And she wasn't secret about it.

-That's why I liked her. -[laughs]

-You know what? I liked her too. -See?

All right. Um…

Least favorite student. And why.

Oh, no. I love all my students.

I don't believe you.

-[chuckles] -At all. Not for a second.

No, they're all great. They're all so great.

-I'm gonna go ahead and drink the… -Let's keep this honest.

-He? She? -Uh, he is Ronnie Middleton.

-Sounds like a dick. -[laughs]

-He's a little child, okay? -I'm sorry.

The point is that he's evil in his core.

[both laughing]

-And there's nothing I can do. -Wow.

So… um… [clears throat]

What's your greatest fear?

Wow. That's a change of tone.

-Yup, I'm a really serious person. -Okay.

Okay.

Look, if it's too much, you can just drink your drink

and live with the fact that you're afraid.

No, I can handle this. Um…

That I'll ruin Mary's life.

You're very, um…

surprising, Mary's teacher.

Very much so.

-Okay. Hold on. I'm sorry. -What? [laughs]

Just so that…

I feel like I need to say this,

-just so that there's no misconception. -Oh, God.

-No, I didn't… -No, hold on!

[laughs] That this can't…

-…isn't happening. -I get it. -I get it.

I know. I'm with you.

-Yeah? Okay. -100%. We're on the same page.

Good.

No, that's great. I'm sorry.

-That's embarrassing. -It's okay.

It's okay. I get it.

[both] Oh!

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm good.

[Bonnie] Okay. Good.

Can you promise that there's no way?

Yes. Roberta has Mary every Saturday till noon, I promise.

-Yeah? -Mmm-hmm.

-Mmm. Mmm-mmm. Sorry. -[sighs]

I can't do this.

[exhales] Okay.

Okay.

I understand.

-I'll take you home. -Yeah.

-Sorry, just, one more time. -[laughs]

[blind clatters]

[Mary] I can't find my DVD.

[Roberta] It's right there, baby.

-No, it isn't. You come and find it. -I'm doing lady business.

Now, you were the last person to watch it. What did you do with it?

Oh…

[sighs]

[sighs]

Oh! Oh, my God!

Good morning, Ms. Stevenson.

Hi.

-Look, I am-- -Oh, you know what?

I'm actually incapable of having this conversation right now.

Good. 'Cause I have no idea what I was gonna say.

Great. Perfect.

Sir, if you please. Take me to jail.

[in sing-song voice] Awkward.

Mary… Stop! Stop!

Stop with the Legos! Listen.

-Do we have a rule about Saturday morning? -What?

Are you allowed in this apartment this early on Saturday? Yes or no?

-No. -No!

-[Legos rattling] -Are you allowed to-- Hey!

Stop! Enough with the Legos.

Are you allowed to use Roberta's keys?

-No. -No!

So-- Hey! Look at me.

Then why are you here, huh?

Can you answer me that?

You broke every rule!

You just embarrassed me.

We have these rules.

We've gone over them a hundred times! Ah! Shit.

God!

[winces] Damn it!

Can I just get five minutes of my own life?

[door slams]

[Frank sighs]

Nothing that happened today was your fault.

I got mad at you…

I was really mad at me.

And the manufacturers of Legos, they should all be in prison.

So…

I'm sorry.

Do you forgive me?

Sure. Whatever.

Hey, close the laptop. Come on.

Please. Doesn't count if it's not eye to eye.

Come on, please.

[sighs]

Do you really have no life because of me?

That's not what I said.

[Mary] Hmm.

Did you mean it?

Last month you said I was the worst uncle in the world

and you wished death upon me 'cause I didn't buy you a piano.

Did you mean that?

No.

Not entirely.

Well…

There you go.

We say things all the time we don't mean. So…

Let's forget it, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

[Frank sighs]

-Frank? -Yeah?

-Can I have a piano? -No.

Was that really Mary's teacher this morning?

You know, I got a book called Fundamentals of Decision Making.

You can borrow it.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Looks like Mary gets to go to Boston for a couple days.

It's just two days.

Relax.

[pleasant music plays]

[Evelyn] So, what do you think?

[Mary] Cool.

Wow. You and my mom were always together.

Always.

Oh, no, you don't want to look at that one.

Is that you?

Yes.

[both chuckle]

How old were you?

[Evelyn] Twenty-nine.

[Mary] Where is this?

That's Cambridge University.

In England.

-Who are those people? -My research colleagues.

-For what? -Mathematics, of course.

Really?

Cool.

So, then you came to work at a college in America?

No. I married your grandfather

and I came back to America with him.

And I had children.

Oh.

So, no more math?

It's late.

You've got a big day tomorrow.

Come on. Up, up, up, up.

-Can I play the piano? -No, you can't.

-Now stop dragging those feet. -But it's fun!

[Evelyn] Come on!

I have had a series of nightmares where I'm fired…

because of what happened.

[chuckles] You get it?

And then I try to rationalize

that everything that happened was just all alcohol.

I have an addiction to fixer guys.

Dr. Shankland, this problem is--

I know. Just copy it exactly as you see it written.

-But it's… -Exactly as written. Thank you.

[Mary] So, what's this problem I'm supposed to look at?

I don't know.

Is it like the problems Mom worked on?

Your mother didn't work on problems.

She worked on just one problem.

Just one?

Her entire life?

Most of it.

Look.

These are the Millennium Problems.

Seven great and meaningful problems.

Some mathematicians have worked their entire lives to prove them.

Who's the dude with the beard?

[chuckles] That's not a dude.

That's Grigori Perelman.

He proved the Poincare conjecture.

The only one of the seven proved.

This…

This is your mother's problem.

-Na…vi… -Navier-Stokes.

No picture.

-She didn't solve it? -No.

She was close.

She would have won the Fields Medal,

and probably shared a Nobel,

considering what it would have meant for physics.

Maybe I'll have my picture up here someday.

If you really desire it,

you can have your picture there, darling.

I can help you.

It takes focus and hard work, but if you succeed…

your name will live forever.

Don't be smug, Seymore.

Well, she's had plenty of time.

She traveled yesterday. She slept in a strange bed.

Give her a chance.

Oh, at six years old, she read Zimmer.

Outstanding.

How much did she comprehend?

So, Mary…

I see you're looking at our little problem.

[Mary] Little? It's big.

Yeah.

[Mary] Why are you so mad all of a sudden?

I'm not mad. I'm annoyed.

Not with you, dear. With that pompous ass, Shankland.

I knew that guy was gonna have a beard before we even went in there.

Math teachers like to grow beards.

I should never have agreed to this in the first place.

Did he really expect you to just walk in

and be able to dissect some random, massive problem?

Not much to dissect, if you ask me.

-Why? Why do you say that? -It was wrong.

What?

Well, for starters,

he forgot the negative sign on the exponent.

It went downhill from there.

The problem was unsolvable.

Maybe this school isn't as great as you think it is.

[captivating music plays]

Mary, you knew the problem was incorrect. Why didn't you say anything?

Frank says I'm not supposed to correct older people.

Nobody likes a smart-ass.

I'm loaded with swag!

Wanna come inside?

Cat.

[Mary] Frank, I think this is stupid.

Why don't we just call Evelyn and tell her I don't wanna do this?

Because like I told you, Evelyn didn't order this. The court did.

So again, what are we gonna do?

-Tell the truth. -Exactly.

Sooner we answer these questions, sooner we get to go home.

-So, no attitude, okay? -Okay.

[sighs] Frank?

Mary.

I like Evelyn.

She looks like my mom.

And she has a piano.

But I don't wanna live with her.

She's bossy.

I've heard that.

Hey.

Don't worry. You're not going anywhere.

Promise?

I promise.

Hi, Mary. I'm Pat Golding, but you can call me Pat if you like.

Got it.

Do you know why you're here?

I mean has anyone told you what this is about?

My grandmother wants me to live with her and I wanna stay with Frank.

Well, that's correct.

I'm sure this can all be very scary stuff.

Does any of it worry you?

Nope. Frank says I'm not going anywhere.

Your uncle told you you're not going anywhere?

Just 15 minutes ago. So, we done here?

Not quite yet.

My best friend other than Frank and Fred, is Roberta,

who lives a couple houses away.

Really? What's she like?

She's nice and funny. And I love her.

[chuckles] That's nice.

Is Roberta your only friend your age?

Roberta's not my age. She's like 40, 50, 30-something.

Roberta's a grown woman?

People my age are boring.

Roberta's cool.

Okay.

I don't watch TV, but I got hooked on SpongeBob.

Mostly because Roberta loves it.

Oh. And on Saturday nights, we watch the UFC.

The UFC? Is that…

Is that Ultimate Fighting?

Every Saturday.

You and your uncle watch Ultimate Fighting?

Well, you don't just watch it.

Frank turns the sound down and we do the grunting and voices.

[Pat] Hmm.

Sometimes I attack Frank for real.

Which is really fun for me.

I think if you guys knew Frank, you'd leave us alone.

He can be pretty annoying, but he's a good person.

I think.

Why do you say that?

He wanted me before I was smart.

[Highsmith] Mr. Pollard, are you the natural father of Mary Adler?

Yes, yes, I am.

And how can you be certain of this?

Well, I always knew, but then you had me take a DNA test.

I would offer the test results as presumptive evidence

that Mr. Pollard is the father and natural guardian of the minor.

As well as an affidavit from Mr. Pollard

nominating Mrs. Adler, the maternal grandmother,

as the legal guardian of the minor.

No objections.

Mr. Pollard,

has Mrs. Adler offered you any monetary reward

or employment for coming forward today?

No, sir. I have a job of my own.

[Highsmith] Thank you. No further questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Pollard, when was the last time you saw Mary?

Uh, I've… I've never seen her.

[Cullen] Oh, why not?

By the time I heard about Diane… passing,

uh, the baby was gone already.

[Cullen] Well, did you try and find her?

Best I could.

I couldn't just go and search the entire country.

[Cullen] Do you use a computer at work?

-[Pollard] Sure. -You know what? Help me out.

Here, let's google "Mary Adler" and, uh, see what we find.

[sighs]

You know what? Uh, you better add her middle name.

It'll narrow it down.

Eileen.

Yeah. Hit Enter.

-[keyboard clacks] -[Cullen] Page 2. Second hit.

Would you please tell the court what you see there?

It's a newspaper article called "Not So Terrible Twos."

And one of them is Mary Eileen Adler.

Same name as your daughter.

Born on the same day as your daughter.

With a photograph.

Um, in your defense, you'd never recognize it…

Your Honor, this is--

Your Honor, if there's one thing here that's sadly obvious,

it's that Mr. Pollard has never been a genuine guardian of the minor,

and his nomination of Mrs. Adler is no less disingenuous.

While the State of Florida gives deference to nomination by a natural parent,

I'm inclined to side with Mr. Cullen's laptop at this time.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[pleasant music plays]

-Don't gloat. -Wouldn't dream of it.

Walk you to your car?

We've been so preoccupied, I'm almost ashamed to ask.

-How's Walter? -[chuckles]

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

What?

Well, your stepfather is in Montana.

He bought a ranch.

-Bullshit. -Exactly.

A man whose idea of roughing it

is being too far from the ice machine at The Ritz-Carlton,

now owns 1,000 acres of grass and dung.

Walter Price is a cowboy.

Walter Price puts on a Brooks Brothers suit

to take out the garbage.

He has a cowboy hat and cowboy boots,

and a horse that doesn't know dressage.

Is there some logical reason for this?

Midlife crisis, apparently.

-He's 70. -I know.

Must have been on time delay or something.

I guess I should be happy it wasn't a 25-year-old cocktail waitress.

But then again, an affair, you can explain to friends in a minute.

For this, you put on a pot of coffee.

-And he's out there right now? -Yes siree!

Riding the range. Punching doggies.

He had a six gun on his hip,

and a saddlebag full of Lipitor.

The fastest asset management in the West.

The man who shot Liberty Mutual.

That's what I've been calling him.

-[chuckles] -That's really, really funny.

Take her to the airport.

Go home, Evelyn.

Or Montana. Rustle some cattle.

You know…

I have no desire to hurt you.

I hate it that we're at odds.

We're always at odds.

Yes.

Hotel.

[Roberta] Mary, baby, come on now. Stop this, stop this now.

No.

-Come on out, honey. -No.

Why did you tell her that deadbeat was testifying?

It's the truth, and if I didn't, Evelyn would've.

If I was the dad of a little girl and I never saw her…

and I was in the same town…

I would visit her.

Well, I hope you're happy.

[Mary crying]

He didn't even need directions.

He could've followed you here.

Speaking of men who aren't worth a damn.

Doesn't even wanna see what I look like.

All right. Hey, put your shoes on. We're going for a ride. You too.

A ride?

[Mary] What are we doing here?

Waiting.

We can see that.

Why?

Because I said so.

How long do we have to stay here?

As long as it takes.

And keep your voice down. It's a hospital.

-Food's here. [chuckles] -Yeah, food's here.

-[man] Mmm-hmm. -[speaks indistinctly]

[inaudible conversation]

[gentle music plays]

[exhales]

It's a boy.

Oh, man!

[pleasant music plays]

Way to go!

That's exactly how it was when you were born.

This happy?

-This happy. -[chuckles softly]

Who came out and told everybody?

I did.

Can we stay for another?

[pleasant music continues]

Mrs. Adler, in your earlier testimony here today,

you've painted a pretty dim picture of your own son.

-Don't you think? -I'm under oath.

I take no pleasure in it.

So, your son's a failure in life, your daughter took her life.

You know, you're oh for two.

-Objection. -Withdrawn.

If I go one for three, I'm in the Hall of Fame.

You know baseball.

Fenway Park.

You know, I'd like to go there some time.

How often in a year did you take Diane to a baseball game?

Diane wasn't interested in sports.

[Cullen] She never wanted to go to a game? Ever?

I don't recall her ever asking.

Just out of curiosity, Fenway, that's a tough ticket.

-Where do you get yours? -My husband has season tickets.

And how long has he had them?

Thirty years.

But I've only been married to him for 20.

And Diane never went to one game?

What color was the dress Diane wore to prom?

Diane didn't attend a prom because she didn't go to a high school.

No prom. What sports did she play?

As I told you earlier, she wasn't interested in sports.

-Did she go to camp during the summer? -No.

-Community swimming pool? -We had our own pool.

-Girl Scouts? -No.

Then what did she do with all that time?

She loved mathematics. It was her passion.

She preferred it to all other things.

All other?

Mrs. Adler, who's Paul Riva?

He was a boy from the neighborhood.

Oh, come on. He was much more than just a boy from the neighborhood.

Paul was Diane's first love, wasn't he?

I wouldn't characterize it that way. No.

And how would Diane characterize it?

Diane was 17 years old at the time. She didn't know anything about love.

Mrs. Adler, in January of 1998,

didn't Diane and young Mr. Riva run away together?

He coerced her.

-And where did they go? -Vermont.

-And you called the police? -Yes.

-Because he kidnapped her? -Yes.

And where did the police find young Mr. Riva and Diane?

I told you. Vermont.

Stowe, Vermont. Wasn't it?

A resort town. Stowe Mountain.

He took her skiing.

You see, kidnappers don't usually take their victims skiing.

But this is what Paul did

because he and Diane were in love.

No.

And when they returned, you pressed kidnapping charges.

You filed a lawsuit against his parents

until Paul stopped calling Diane.

-Didn't you? -Yes.

And Diane never heard from or saw Paul Riva again. Did she?

Not to my knowledge.

And how did she take it?

She was upset for a while.

She lost focus.

"She lost focus."

Mrs. Adler, in March of 1999,

didn't Diane Adler attempt to take her own life?

This episode was minor. It was nothing.

I have the hospital report in my hand.

It was nothing.

Diane was not like regular people.

She was extraordinary.

And extraordinary people come with singular issues and needs.

You have no idea the capability she possessed.

One in a billion.

And you would say, "Fine, let's throw that away,"

so the boy who cuts our yard can make a sexual conquest."

Maybe before you make that decision, you stand in my shoes.

I had responsibilities which went beyond the mother-daughter relationship.

The greatest discoveries which have improved life on this planet

have come from minds rarer than radium.

Without them, we'd still be crawling in mud.

And for your information, counselor,

a year after this incident with this boy,

Diane thanked me for my intervention.

She realized she'd made a mistake and she thanked me.

You see, Diane understood she was accountable

for the gift she'd been given, and she didn't shy from it.

And I think, if she were here today, Mr. Attorney,

she would refute your baseless insinuations

that she would give up her brilliant future

and take her own life just because Mommy didn't get her a little red wagon.

No more questions.

[inaudible conversation]

[gentle music plays]

Mr. Adler, where are you currently employed?

I repair boats.

Oh, really? At which marina?

I don't work at a marina. I freelance.

So, safe to say, no health insurance.

No.

About a week before your sister took her life,

what were you doing for a living then?

I was a teacher.

[Pollard] You're being modest, aren't you?

You were a professor at Boston University, isn't that right?

Yes, well, Assistant Professor.

-And what'd you teach? -Philosophy.

Truth and logic. That sort of thing.

Your attorney said that the primary reason that you took Mary

is because it was what your sister would have wanted you to do.

-Is that the truth? -Yes.

So Diane had visited Pinellas County before?

No.

Indicated she wanted her daughter uprooted and moved here?

-No. -No.

So, you decided to bring Mary here, didn't you?

Did Diane have a problem with your health plan at Boston University?

Not to my knowledge.

Would she want her daughter to have access to healthcare?

Of course.

So what do you do, when little Mary gets sick?

You repair a doctor's boat?

-Objection. -[judge] Sustained.

Mary has been identified as a math prodigy.

But her formal math education under your care, she's learning

-at the first grade level, isn't she? -Yes.

And you turned down a scholarship at the Oaks,

a school specializing in the education of gifted children?

Yes.

And Diane, she'd be fine with that?

I couldn't say.

Prior to Mrs. Adler giving her one,

-did Mary have a computer? -She used mine.

Mr. Adler, does Diane's daughter

-have her own bedroom? -No.

Does she sleep in a bed that you bought

-in a secondhand shop? -Yes.

So, the truth is, Mr. Adler,

that you didn't come down here because your sister wanted you to,

and you didn't come here because it was good for Mary.

No, it was personal.

Diane was a star. You weren't. Diane got the attention. You didn't.

And over the years, you got angry, and here comes Mary.

-What a great way to get even. -[sighs]

You've uprooted that little girl and brought her here for one reason only.

To do harm to your mother.

-You blamed her for your sister. -No, I don't.

And Mary to you is just a pawn in all this.

-Isn't she? -Diane wanted Mary to be a kid.

She wanted her to have a life.

She wanted her to have friends,

and to play,

and to be happy.

Do you realize the consequences of boredom for a gifted child, Mr. Adler?

They become resentful and sullen.

Mary's not an angry kid.

Really? Did she not attack a child on the school bus?

A 12-year-old tripped a 7-year-old, and she came to his defense.

-Did she break the boy's nose? -Yes.

On October 16th of last year, were you arrested for assault?

Oh, my God.

[judge] You have to answer the question, Mr. Adler.

A drunk idiot attacked me and I defended myself.

-What does that have to do with anything? -Did you spend the night in jail?

Yeah.

You are in way over your head here. You're depriving that girl.

You're gambling with her future.

Now you have an opportunity to do right by her.

-[Cullen] Does counsel have a question? -Jump at it. Take the high road

before she is irreparably damaged.

-Does counsel have a question or not? -Yes, sir, I do have the question.

Tell us, is your continued guardianship

really in the best interest of this little girl?

[somber music plays]

Yes.

Yes, it is.

[Highsmith] I have no further questions.

[Mary] Research and Development has come up with a brand new Fred cheer.

Fred personally asked me if I would tell you it.

Mmm. Let's hear it.

♪ S-O-C-K I-T, sock it to me, Freddy ♪

♪ Sock it! ♪

♪ Chi-chi, chi-chi ♪

♪ Sock it! ♪

♪ Chi-chi, chi-chi ♪

Tell R and D, they got a winner.

That's exactly what I said.

♪ S-O-C-K I-T, sock it to me, Freddy ♪

[Cullen] They wanna cut a deal.

Highsmith called me first thing this morning.

Why would he do that? I don't understand.

-In the middle of-- -You know…

Just listen. Just listen to me, man.

Mary would be put

-in a fostering situation. -No.

-No, no, no. I told you no. -Come on, listen.

It wouldn't be a court-appointed foster family, Frank.

-Hey! Drop it! -We could cherry-pick

from the cream of the crop. Mutually approved.

Just hear me out.

Tampa.

I insisted, and they agreed.

No more than a half an hour from your front door.

Now, she would attend the Oaks.

It's a great school.

And visiting rights for the grandmother, but she was gonna get that anyway.

Right? And on her 12th birthday, Frank,

-she can go back into court… -No.

…and decide then where she wants to live and with who.

I thought you were supposed to be on my team.

-Why are you bringing me this deal? -Other than I'm required to by law?

You like this deal?

I love this deal.

They think they're gonna lose.

Yeah.

They do.

You think we're gonna lose.

Yes. I do, Frank.

[Cullen sighs]

I… I gotta go put my kids to bed.

I'll do whatever you want me to do.

But if we leave this up to that Judge Nichols,

he's old-school, Frank.

Does he like your mother? No. Does he like her income?

Does he like her health plan? Does he like her home?

You better believe it.

I've been in his courtroom. A hundred times.

And if it's a coin toss…

Look at me.

If it's a coin toss…

that old boy is going to side with the money.

So do me a favor, Frank.

Just meet the family. See how it feels.

It's all I ask.

["Pretty Bird" playing]

♪ Fly away, little pretty bird ♪

♪ Fly, fly away… ♪

Pool. Florida.

♪ Fly away… ♪

That dock is on the Intercoastal.

Which I guess is obvious since we're on the Intercoastal.

Added this desk, so she could do her homework.

Yeah.

And this would be her room.

♪ I see in your eyes a promise ♪

So, while I'm trying to sell you on the house and us,

I just don't want you to think that we're completely insensitive

to what you're feeling.

♪ Fly away ♪

♪ Little pretty bird… ♪

You guys gonna be okay with a cat?

Absolutely.

♪ Love's own tender flames ♪

♪ Warm this meeting ♪

♪ And love's tender song you'll sing ♪

♪ But fly away… ♪

[Evelyn] I've been thinking a lot about the word "compromise."

On one hand, good challenging school.

On the other,

foster people.

They can watch sitcoms with her.

Take her to Olive Garden.

Teach her to say "irregardless."

The only saving grace, I suppose, is she's better off than she was.

Well…

Goodbye, Frank.

[sighs] Hey…

come on.

I'm only 25 minutes away.

Please don't leave me here.

-Please. -No.

Look, you're going to a brand-new school, a better school.

I don't want to.

I want my crummy school.

-And you got Fred. -Please.

And once a month, you can come back. You can stay with me and Roberta.

I want you and Roberta now!

And in a few years, if you want,

you can come back, you can live with me.

I wanna stay with you!

Frank, you promised me.

-Come on. Don't do this. -You promised me.

I know.

I know.

-Please, Frank. Why are you leaving me? -Hey, come on.

Because the court said I had to.

You know this. We've discussed this ad naus--

We've discussed this. Come on.

-Come on, please. -No!

-Hey, Mary. -No!

Hey, Mary.

-No! No! -Sweetheart, you know what?

-No! -Mary…

There's no easy way to do this.

Not gonna be as long as you think, honey.

-Frank! -You're gonna see.

Frank! Don't leave me!

Honey, I know this is hard.

[Mary] Please!

No! Get your hands off of me!

-Frank! Please! -I know it's hard.

-Come back! -Mary! I know.

No!

Frank!

Don't go!

I need you!

Fred needs you!

-[engine starts] -You promised me!

No!

♪ Where the cold winter winds ♪

♪ Don't blow ♪

[Bonnie] Hey, down there.

[Frank] I don't know which mistake is worse.

Designing a water pump that leaks

or putting it somewhere no human being can reach.

[Frank grunts]

How do you design something you know is gonna fail?

Gotta be devious or clueless, right?

After the first few weeks,

I knew I had to find a real family for her.

I was in way over my head.

And every day, I'd say, "Today's the day…"

I'm taking her to child services."

And every day, she'd do something just…

so unbelievably cool.

Her little personality was exploding.

She was funny.

And she was angry and she was happy and she was…

sad and…

was cute. Just…

so damn entertaining.

And so I kept her.

Not that that's in her best interest. Not that I'm capable of raising a child.

A child that might still have a mother

if I had taken the time to notice that she needed me.

[grunts]

And now, six and a half years later,

I finally got her to the foster family, and you know what?

It was great. She loved it.

I thought it would be a nightmare of abandonment and betrayal,

but turns out, it was a huge success.

I'm a fucking hero.

[clattering]

-Frank… -No, Bonnie.

I appreciate everything you've done. Just…

[somber music plays]

-Hey. -Hi, Frank.

We're having a bit of a problem in there.

What?

Uh, Mary's fine, but she's having a little bit of a meltdown.

Right. Let me talk to her.

-She-- -No, hang… hang on.

That's not a good idea.

Your visit here is the reason for the meltdown.

-What? -She…

She don't wanna see you.

I'm sorry, man.

This is predictable.

You know, she needs time.

Just give me five minutes with her.

I let you inside, then we're gonna betray her trust

and we have an even bigger problem.

[melancholy music plays]

[sighs softly]

[cell phone ringing]

[line ringing]

Oh.

[cell phone chimes]

[soft dramatic music plays]

[dramatic music builds]

-Hi. -Hi! Can we help you?

Yeah. Do you have a one-eyed orange cat named Fred?

We have a one-eyed cat, but I don't know what his name is.

Where?

I don't know. Today was his last day.

[dog barks]

Hey, you can't go back there.

[dogs barking]

[woman] Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing back here?

[cat meows]

-I told him he couldn't. -[sighs]

[Fred meows]

Hey, Fred.

[meows]

Who brought this cat in?

Some guy. He said it was an allergy issue.

Evelyn.

[dramatic music plays]

[Fred meows]

[cats meow]

-Frank. -Where's Evelyn?

Evelyn? You mean your mother?

-Yes. -Kevin.

Evelyn is in the guest house.

Yeah, listen. I'm sorry, man.

Frank, let me tell you, she was so helpful with the tutors.

-Mary was so distant. -Hey! Hey!

We know what you're up against. Do you want your life back?

Go back inside.

What are you doing here?

Come on, Mary. We're going home.

-No. -You're trespassing!

You need to look at this.

Let's go, Mary.

-Let's move. Come on. -No!

-Hey! Mary. -Mary!

-Mary. -Mary!

-It's okay. I got her. -Mary!

Uh-uh!

Think again, lady.

Mary. Mary.

-Hey. -No!

No! No! Let me go!

-[groans] -No!

-No! No! -Stop.

-Stop. Stop. -No!

-Come here. -You lied to me!

-I know. -No!

-No! No! -Stop Stop, stop.

I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

I'm so sorry.

-You promised me. -I know.

You promised.

[voice shaking] I know. I'm sorry.

-You said you wouldn't leave me. -I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

I was so sad.

-I missed you. -I missed you too.

They took Fred.

No. It's okay.

I got him. He's home.

What?

He's at the apartment right now. I got him.

-For real? -Yeah.

He's home kicking around his ping-pong ball.

Why did you leave me there?

Because I thought I was bad for you.

And then it dawned on me.

If Mary is this amazing,

smart, sweet human being,

then I must be doing something right.

-You're smiling. -[laughs]

[pleasant music plays]

Roberta!

[Roberta chuckles] Oh, baby.

Of all the stunts you could pull.

-Where are they going? Where is she-- -Nowhere. Not yet.

You two, out.

-What is this? -Do you want to know

-how Diane told me she finished? -What is this unconscionable lie?

I walked into her apartment and she was sitting on the floor

with that baby in her arms, you know what she said?

Admit it. You made this up.

-She said, "What do I do now?" -No.

-It is not a completed proof-- -It is.

No! It isn't! It can't be!

Evelyn, stop!

I'm taking Mary and I'm raising her how I believe Diane would've wanted.

-We'll see about that later. -I realize she's not normal.

But if Einstein can ride a bike, so can she.

Let's just say Diane didn't tell me,

which is nonsense, it's a Millennium Problem.

She would have shared it with the world.

That's where your charade falls apart.

If she had completed the proof, she would have published it.

Diane instructed me very clearly…

that I was only to publish it postmortem.

She died six years ago.

It wasn't her death she was talking about.

I tried to talk her out of it.

But you know how Diane could be when she made her mind up about something.

I called MIT. Shankland's out of his mind

about the possibility of publishing it with you.

He's waiting for your call.

You're gonna be spending the next few years of your life defending it.

You won't have time for her.

What if I say no?

Back to Plan A.

Wait for me to die?

I know Diane was hard.

I know she was angry.

But something really good came out of this, Evelyn.

She needs you now.

You're the best woman for the job.

Take it.

It doesn't seem as though Diane wanted me to have it.

Diane didn't always think things through.

I'll be outside.

Let me know what you wanna do.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[pleasant music plays]

[engine starts]

[line ringing]

[automated voice] You've reached the Department of Mathematics at MIT.

If you know your party's extension, you may dial it at any time.

If you wish to speak to an operator, please stay on the line

and someone will be with you as soon as possible.

[operator] Good afternoon, MIT Mathematics,

how may I direct your call?

Hello? I'm sorry. I can't hear you very well.

No! No. No.

Yeah. There you are.

Yeah, can I help you?

Uh, yes.

Dr. Shankland.

I'm really sorry. I can't hear you.

Could you speak up, please?

Hello?

Evelyn Adler,

for Seymore Shankland, please.

What I want you to notice is that when you compute P of N,

for N congruent to four mod five, the answer is a multiple of five.

So the first person to notice this was Srinivasa Ramanujan.

In the beginning of the 20th century, he proved that it was the case

for all numbers congruent to four mod five.

So he proved that P of five N plus four,

is congruent to zero mod seven,

and that P of eleven N plus six is congruent to zero mod eleven.

[Frank] Good?

-[Mary] You drive like an old lady. -[Frank] It's Florida. I'm blending in.

How was school?

Hmm, fun.

Not like regular school fun,

but interesting.

What is this book?

Discourse on Method. Rene Descartes.

-What's it about? -Existence.

-Existence? -Yup. "I think, therefore I am."

Well, of course you are.

-That's obvious. -[chuckles]

I think about Fred, therefore, I am.

Cogito ergo Fred?

He's a dude and he's a guy.

And he only has one eye.

Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred!

Freddy, Fred, Fred!

Here we are.

Hey, hey. Wait till I come to a stop.

Then come to a stop already.

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