All language subtitles for Young And Prodigious TS Spivet

The West

Our ranch was located several miles
north of Divide,

lost in the Pioneer Mountains.

The closest thing to traffic was when

Union Pacific Freight trains rumbled through the valley.

at 5: 44 am

11: 53 am,

5: 15 pm.

Divide was literally located
on the continent of the divide.

To the east, rivers spill into the Atlantic.

To the west, it is spill into the Pacific.

One day my brother Layton
and I, decided to

christian its natural water.

Look over here.

Hello Big Sur!

Hello New Orleans!

But Layton's favourite pastime

was shooting at anything that moved.

Big loop.

Elbow up.

Ready?

Now!

Go!

Stop!

Upon my brothers request,

father built us a seesaw.

Slow down!

Come on, cowboy.

My father loved Layton

more than anything in the world.

Yes , Good deal.

I would have liked
to be a daredevil, too.

But I knew I never be upto it.

One year earlier

Orffyreus have five marbles
trapped in tubes,

creating an imbalance.
This rocking motion, however,

caused the energy to dissipate.

Robert Flux built a mill
based on the concept

of perpetual rotation.

However the inherit friction of the machine
caused significant loss of energy.

Italian philosopher Marco Zimara

imagined a machine that could
recycle the wind.

But the force required
to compress the bellows

was greater than the energy produced by the windmill.

So it didn't work.

No scientific challenge
remains greater,

most prestigious,

more mythical,

than that of finding the key to

perpetual motion.

Yet some affirm that

this quest is doomed to failure.

Such a machine

defies the laws of the universe.

The very basis of thermodynamics
assumes that

all mechanism will
eventually come to stop.

Given the current state of Science
and Technology,

isn't the quest for perpetual motion
better suited for

idealists and poets
than real scientists?

What if imagination start it

and science end it?

Those who push the boundaries of science,
what they not all poets?

I'm certain

that as we speak here today,
that somewhere in this country,

a budding Leonardo Da Vinci

is gaining up for the challenge.

Thank you very much.

Oh God ...

Hello.

Sir, I am the Leonardo from Montana.

Oh yeah? What you are going to do?

I accept the challenge.

You do?

One afternoon in August,
the phone rang

while my sister Gracie and I

on the porch, shredding sweet corn
into large metal buckets.

What?

the buckets were riddled with
bite marks dating back to last spring

when our dog Tapioca got depressed

and started eating metal.

Gracie, can you hold this for a second.

This is what I predicted.

Manticora herculeana

is a subspecies of cicindeler.

Who was at that called ?

Same time,
has a heart at tip of the mandible

doesn't seem to have a white spot on the electra.

Mom?

The phone, who was it?

Oh, a call for T.S.

A call for him?

Who was it?

I do not know.

She is still in the line.
she is waiting.

You should probably go.

If you finish before I get back, count the
number of good ears and the number of bad ones.

Why don't get the kernels,
while you're at it?

I had 3 options
to get to the phone.

The corridor / kitchen way,

the quickest
but also the most boring.

Upstairs /Downstairs route,

but the shift in altitude made me nauseous.

I opted for the third and
riskiest,

particularly when father was working
around the house.

The scent in room smelled like
whiskey stained leather.

and moldy photographs.

If you just closed your eyes,

you could feel the dust forming onto your prairie

after a cowboy posse cavalcade.

Layton use this thing as setting room,
was the greatest thing since

quirrell trees.

I would like to speak to T.S. Spivet,
this is Miss Jibsen,

Under Secretary of the Smithsonian.

Hold on.

Father!

Phone!

My father is all yours, Ms. Jibsen.

Hello, Mr. Spivet.

Yes! My dad is listening.

Could you hand him the phone please.

No! My father is mute, Ms. Jibsen.

He can hear you
but can only respond in sign language.

I will translate everything for you.

You are the T.S. Spivet

that has just invent the magnetic wheel?

One second. Father saying ...

Yes, I only sent you the blueprints.

Because , I didn't have the time to do it.

The quest for perpetual movement!

I mean, Its the Holy Grail of inventors ...

Tell me Mr.Spivet, I take it you live
in Montana?

Coppertop ranch.

Longitude: 112° 44' 19".

Latitude: 45° 44' 27".

These are the coordinates to my bedroom.

Wow! Clearly you have an eye for detail!

which is a reckless ad for

any great inventor.

Father is asking:

so you are the head of the Smithsonian?

Well! Technically,
I'm the Under Secretary, but,

many people would say I run the place.

Wow

Yeah.

Look Mr.Spivet,

your invention

has won our prestigious Baird Award.

Spencer Baird Award?

Indeed.

Our 150th anniversary gala
is in a week's time

and this would be perfect oppurtunity
for you to

You know
Make your acceptance speech.

Of course, we would

provide you with a
sign language interpreter.

But ...

I'll be in class.

I go back to school on Monday.

You must teach
at the University of Montana?

A quick phone call to your president,
Jack Campbell,

and it will be taken care of.
I mean,

We are talking about
the Baird Award after all.

Prairie of Truth

Mountain of Lies

I was just thinking.

I can't come out to receive the Baird award.

I have too much work to finish.

Thanks anyway.

Have a good day.

What are you doing?

What do you think I am doing?

You are going to mess up my dataset.

You're in there for like 15 hours.

Who was that?

A journalist ... From New York.

Wants me to go there
for an interview about my work.

Inside Gracie's cortex

Just laugh in his face, its the only way to deal with this.

Clearly he is making it up.

And if it were true?

You mean this total spass leaving
Montana before us?

Would it be so bad to be a celebrity sister?

This total dork, invited to New York ...

for an interview?

You're full crap.

I told her I can't come,
cause' classes are again monday,

but she was insisting.

What did I do to god for hate me?
It's like

"Here, Gracie, I found you
a family full of nutjobs,"

"And you are gonna live in no worse in Montana"

"and your brother, who is a
total spat"

"is going to New York!"

I told you I am not going
I've got a school.

News fash crazy
New Yorkers loves spatters

Its kind of a new trend!.

Too late.

Any chance you've got

she wallowed in the role of the
misunderstood actress

She landed the lead in a retro
anti establishment theater piece.

But that night,

I was busy working on a challenge
set by Discover magazine

"How to drop an egg from the top"

"of the Empire State Building
without breaking it. "

Inorder to finish my project
and get out of saying Gracie's blain,

I had to end this Tapioca to the rest field.

One night, in a Bette Davis face,

Gracie launched into a heated diatribe

about father's museum setting hall.

Is it even conceivable that the cowboy museum
or rather, mausoleum

could be turned into a normal living room

where normal people

could relax and have normal conversation?

My father, Tecumseh Elijah Spivet,

was born 100 years too late.

He had the soul, stature,
and mindset of a cowboy.

For him talking was a necessary chore,

as shoeing a horse.

Cellphone reception was nowhere
to be found at coppertop ranch

and father refused to install a telephone

in Gracie's room.

And you heard in the voice?

Her looks.

Yeah, its no wonder in history of Miss America
pagents Miss Montana never won.

Except, the worst selection ever!

every night in his setting room

father took off his boots

and muttering some cryptic statements

after raising glass of
whiskey upto his lips

precisely every 45 seconds.

a conversion from a cricket.

crickets and insects,

were my mother's specialty.

Dr Clair spent most of her adult life

studying tiny creatures with the
magnifying glass,

then classifying them into species ...

and subspecies.

What if it doesn't exist?

I mean, for a year now,
you stopped everything

to prove that tigermonk cicindele's exist

Stopped everything?

What do you mean, in a

maternal sense or a scientific one?

What is it that you want me
to start doing again?

Or else I stopped doing?

I don't know.

Your research on the
parasitic scolyte catepiller maybe?

Your findings could've saved
all the pine trees in Montana.

Every other scientific attempt
have failed.

Failed?

Form the ecologists
point of view, maybe.

But from the caterpillar's
point of view,

looks like a win win situation.

Anyway I never liked pine trees.

They're dripy and sticky.

Some things are just meant to die.

How my parents ever fell for each other
is a mystery.

They were like day and night.

The human head lice,
Pediculus humanus capitis

belong to the Anoplura family.

A. N. O. P. L. U. R. A.

T.S., When you drawing the legs,

make sure you observe not just how many there are
but the exact distance between them.

Yeah. The exact distance
between them.

Beware of mediocrity,

its the fungus of the mind.

We must constantly fight
against it

or creeping to everything we do.

Darn!

Those got away.

A lasso to catch him.

Thanks, Dad.

A fool, by definition is the one who turns,
what is beyond his middle grasp,

will do one big joke.

Then a few days later,
at the end of the hallway,

their hands brushed against
each other,

as if they were secretly exchanging
a few seeds.

And then there was Layton,

my dizygotic twin.

That's when two sperm cells
fertilize two seperate eggs.

To each his own embryo

To each his own lucky star

Layton got the height
and I got the neurons.

Mom!
Yeah!

Have you ever gotten AIDS?

What?!

Angela Ashworth says AIDS are bad
and you probably have them.

Well! next time,
you just tell Angela Ashworth

Just because she feels insecure
about being a little girl

in a society that puts an anointed amount of pressure
on moment to the baptism physical standard

it doesn't mean that she had to take out her

misplaced self loathing
on a nicer boy like you.

You may be an inherent part of the problem,
but, certainly doesn't mean you have AIDS.

I'm not sure I can remember all that.

Well, just tell her ... she's fat.

OK.

But Layton died last year doing an accident
with the gun in the old bar.

I don't know what went wrong.

I was there too.
Measuring gun shots.

No one ever talked about it.

No one.

Not bad.

Except that we have to go over
this a little bit.

Daisy ... B +.

Solid work.

Excellent illustrations
of the lake formation process.

T.S. .. C +.

Report shows
undeniable qualities,

but as usual, is way off subject.

What does the formation of lakes in Montana
have anything to do

with the east-west migratory pattern
of Canadian Geese.

Sir, I'm not sure
if you read the introduction ...But I

You think you're the smarter than
everyone else, don't you?

As for the diagram,
its very pretty

but scientifically erroneous.

Really, Sir?

Bacause I sent it to the
Discover Magazine

and ... they like it, and they publish it.

Do not play games with me, T.S.

You're out of your league.

And what about the magnetic wheel?

Didn't mention anything
about that.

I dont give a a rat's ass about
the magnetic wheel

Mr. Stenpock,
how can a man like you,

supposed to open our minds
through scientific curiosity,

How can you be so aggresively narrow minded?

Every scientists were like you

The will be no penicillin,

no relativity,

or sewer trains,

Know what it would be,
no chocolates or cookies!

Superiority complex,
this is what you have. T.S.

Your talents in scientific observations
would be put to better use

in picking your socks in the morning.

Lend me a hand for a second?

What's your need?

Settle out the creak.
Its drying among its pockets.

We'll get her spit up all
she has got before sunset.

Com'on.

To know that my father had to resort
to ask me help from me,

his only remaining son

The one who is used to saw in the ranch

filled me with sadness.

Layton should have been here,
not me.

One day, he shot a coyote with his
Winchester from 200 yards.

Father was so impressed.

He took off his hat and slapped
it on my brother's head.

It was a special moment.

I knew it would never happen to me.

She is still runnin a bit last week.

There's no back for got some juice.

Like the... the crickets teasing me.

Couple of months earlier,

I had built a scale model
depicting the hydrology of our valley.

You could see the various water tables,
drainage trenchs, soil compositions

and sweepage capacity.

Dad! You wanna give it a look?

See... If you dig from here to there,

the water will be channeled
to there.

thereby increasing the flow of water,

those thereby stagnating and evaporating.

'Cause the laws of fluid mechanics,

make it unstoppable.

You asked me I was just pissing the can.

Open your eyes, you'll see that.

That ignorant goats.

Don't worry, I've got it.

Right.

So this used to be coyote chow.

It's okay, Stinky, Don't worry.

I am not gonna hurt you.
Don't worry.

Maybe dying on a ranch
from a snakebite,

is more befitting than a
self inflicted

gunshot going to the head

by an old rifle
in a cold barn.

Fixing on kissing that poison rope?

We still got our bussiness day,isn't it?

That was the first time
my father ever patted me on the back,

but I couldn't tell who was to brush me off,
to reprimand me

or a substitute for a hug.

I would go to Washington DC tomorrow.

I was a researcher, scientist,

and they needed me there.

If I stayed here,

I end up turning around in circles,

like these bats.

I only do the echo of myself.

What's for dinner tonight?

Puree Corn.

Hey T.S, can you take up
my dish washing duties tonight?

I will make it upto you, I swear... Its...

Tonight, its Miss USA pagent,
and I really don't wanna miss the opening.

You already owe me 4.

Miss USA!

And these women are picked for thier
talents on what exactly?

Painting?

Yoga?

Karate, perhaps?

No mom.

Miss America
is only the "talent" portion.

Miss USA is the beauty contest.

It's way better.

I still think its a mistake not to
take into consideration

these girls intellectual attitudes.

Mom, it's a beauty contest.

It's Miss USA.

Otherwise, it would be called
Miss High I.Q.

Which no one would watch,

because it would be boring,

like my life!

I'm sorry Gracie, but ...

you know what it,.. if you were
to enter this kind of contest

It would be a mistake not to

showcase your talents as an actress...
and as a singer

you have a pretty voice ...
and you play the hobo.

I have to go to
Kalispell tomorrow

to collect specimens

It'll be a few days.

I prepared all of your meals, so,
all you have to do is reheat them.

Good deal.

I've been thinking about what you told
me the other day.

about what I used to do

that I stopped doing.

And I was wondering ...

will you come with me to Kalispell?

I would be great to have your help.

Mom, it's entertainment.

Entertainment!

You thought about
what I asked you?

Sorry, I cant come with you
to Kalispell tomorrow.

I have to finish a project for Mr. Stenpock.

Next time,
I'll try and give you a notice.

You reached the Office of Ms. Jibsen,
please leave a message.

By Jack Campbell speaking

The President of the University of Montana.

I have some good news.

Mr.T.S. Spivet has managed to
rearrange his schedule.

So, He will be leaving...first thing tomorrow.
He will not be reachable,

but will make just in time to
accept the baird award

and make his speech or not.

Good night. I mean good morning...

Hey...I do not if
you're aware anything, but ...

you are talking
to a garbage can.

The four steps of packing

I was terrified at the thought of
having to pack my suitcase.

Even packing for school everyday,

took me at the very least 23 min.

Maybe 22 min.

1 - Play and replay the scenario
of the trip in my head.

2 - To arrange all necessary
items

in order of importance.

Eight pair of underwear.

Two sextants.

Three burgundy sweaters.

One thermometer,
One hygrometer, One barometer.

Only one telescope.

One frontal headlamp
officially known as Tom.

Five blank red notebooks

And five blank purple notebooks

One tape measure,

and my set of Gillette pens

Twelve handkerchiefs.

A box of raisins.

Twelve carrot sticks.

Eleven.

A self-defense handbook.

My sparrow skeleton.

binoculars.

My Leatherman.

3 - Avoid thinking about a scenario
for which I will need a seismoscope

for a woodpecker who would be
pecking beak at the tree.

4 - Pack everything

and finally add
my teddy bear Big Jojo.

At 4 o'clock in the morning,

my suitcase was finally ready.

Goodbye, Layton.

I'll be away for a while to Washington D.C.

I'll bring you back a souvenir.

I'm sorry for what I did.

Dear Spivet Family ,
I'm gone for a while to do some work.

Dont worry, I'll be fine.

I do not want to bother you
by telling you about it ahead of time.

Thank you for taking care of me.
You're one of the best families in the world.

Love, T.S.

Diary

Hello, Tapioca.

Hello.

I'll miss you.

Where are you going?

To the Smithsonian in Washington D.C.

It seems like everyone ends up

leaving in this house.

I'll be back.

Why had he not stopped?

Because I was responsible for
his favorite son's death

and I must be banished from the ranch.

Thats why.

The crossing

Sun Chemical composition:

hydrogen, helium, oxygen, iron

neon, nitrogen, silicon, magnesium

and sulfur.

"How beautiful the sun

"when newly risen,

"And explodes in the morning greetings

"Happy as the man who can
lovingly salute its rising

"more glorious than a dream!"

You're officially a hobo now?

Well, incase you haven't noticed,

I'm heading a freight train right,
on my way to Washington D.C.

And..What's an adventurer
never leave aside?

His knife, his magnifying glass,

his maps, his whip

and his hat.

But, You have forgotten the whip.

- I'm glad you're here.
- Me too. I'm glad you're here.

No! Not my weevils !

These larvae.. stay survived..
shipment across the Pacific ocean,

70 000 miles, to end up in the
stomach of a goat?

It's just the ignorant Montana goats.
They dont know any better.

Oh..well..If you can't manage your karate goats,
maybe you should consider another line of work!

If that's what you think,
you know, set the plate at the table for me.

If that's what you think,
you know, set my plate at the table.

Security, track number 8.

A melancholy feeling came over me,
I cannot get rid of.

The motorhome was pointed backwards,

So, I had that depressing feeling
that I was traveling in reverse.

Hello, kid.

Hey... Kid!

Come over.

Com'on, Come over.

Com'on, Get closer.

Hold It.

This is your first time?
Yes.

"Two Clouds".

"Two Clouds", that's my name.

I am T.S.

T for Tecumseh
S for Sparrow

Sparrow, as in the bird?

Yes.

At the moment on my birth,
a sparrow crashed through the window

and died right down
kitchen floor.

Follow me.

Step on it.

Com'on!

You know why the right sole
is more worn out than the left one?

Because one of your legs is
shorter than the other?

Nope. Because these shoes belong
to Johnny Cash

He always kept the beat.

You think the dead sparrow in your kitchen
right when you were born

is a more credible story?

That's what mom told me.

Your mother gave birth in the kitchen?

You see?

What?

The Sparrow.

Once Upon a time

there was a sparrow that was very ill

didn't have the strength to go south.

Go without me, he told his children.

I'll find shelter from the cold

and I'll see you in spring.

So, did he survive?

The bird went to an oak tree

and asked if he could take shelter
in his leaves.

But the oak was,
the cold and arrogant tree,.. he refused.

The peach,.. the aspen,

the willow, the elm,

they all said no, can you believe this?

I guess.

Don't answer the question...
It's part of the story...

Sorry!..

Then the first snows came.

The sparrow took a last chance
with the pine tree, who said:

I can't offer you much protection,

I only have needles that let in draft

But my answer is ...

Yes.

Overjoyed, the sparrow took refuge there

and you know what?

He survived the winter.

The children returned and
wept tears of joy.

Upon seeing this, the Creator decided to
punish all the other trees for their selfishness.

From that day on,

every tree lost
it's leaves in winter,

except the pine,
who saved the sparrow.

My grandmother
told me this story.

Had you ever heard it before?

You can answer now.

Story is finished!

The story is very pretty.

But, the insulating properties of
pine needles

could not release the heat to create
a warm enough cocoon

for a bird the size of a sparrow.

Your grandmother lied to you.

So where were you headed, T.S.?

To buy me a hot dog.

The old sea dog!

Captain's Choice!..
Huh!..

Quickly, it close in fifteen minutes.

Bye, Sparrow!..

See you, Bye!

I'm sure you will find your tree.

You too!

Dr. Clair ...

this time, you can't stop me.

And what is the reason behind this embargo?

T.S., Do you know where this smell
of those marvellous sausages comes from?

It's from a smell factory,
on the New Jersey Turnpike.

It was carefully designed and
artificially synthesized

to maximize their desirability.

Do you like it one?

A drink with that?

Sure, Is that included?

Yeah, sure.

I'm gonna give you straw.

and one of my best hot dogs,
I hope you like it.

Hi Marj.

I want you to look at this.

Some kid out of Montana

ran away or got himself kidnapped
or something.

Can I know where to put that?

- Hmm.. just put up on the board.
- Thanks

I know someone
who ain't gonna be happy with you...

your mom!.

Just kiddin', young man.

But if you eat a hot dog before your dinner,
you ain't gonna hungry for the soup she made ya.

I don't hav a mother around.
My parents are dead.

You take care little guy.

You see what happens

to kids that go astray?

My son!

You have been kidnapped?

Oh! Thank God! What a relief.

Baby, baby, you know,
you're right,

I've been wasting my time
certain cicindele...

Son, we still got a
situation with the creek.

You're spot on with that covert.

What you say come right back,
and, and we work on your plans together.

T.S., you have to come home
'cause you said you'll make my Halloween costume.

Com'on baby!.

May be somewhere
in one of these houses

a boy just woke up
from the sound of my train.

Maybe he is wondering

what it would be like to climb aboard
and cross the desert.

God' I just want
to switch places with him

and just watch the train
go awaying to the unknown.

I had to admit it.

I was not a careless drifter,

just a tiny old boy,
who ran away from home.

Any more or less,
Can I assume be peeing on my sofa,

like when I was little

and afraid of a
Jack O'Lantern's deadly fangs.

Layton Age 6.

T.S. Age 6.

Patterns of cross talk and directional eyelines by T.S. Spivet.

Frequency of father's eye contact
to T.S. : Nil

Why?

Is it the T.S. is more like me?

He doesn't like what I am.

He doesn't love me.

Of course he loves you!

You love each other!

If we make a baby,
it means we love each other, right?

And they had three babies.
Ain't that right?

I still catch myself haunting to wake
him up for school.

Sorry!..
Sorry.

Stopped everything?

What do you mean
in a maternal sense or a scientific one?

T.S. came to see me in my study,

for the first time since the accident.

I'm not really there for T.S. anymore...

I'm like an empty house.

Nature had vanished.

Every millimeter of landscape

was replaced by manmade constructions

ruled by the laws of geometry.

How could humans create
so many right angles

when their behavior
is so convoluted and illogical?

See you, old sea dog.

I'm sure you'll find
your pine tree.

Playing hookey from kindergarten?

I'm talking to you.

No, sir.

What you got in the bag?

Spray paint? You vandalized in snitch,
you paint that silo?

I love Chicago.

What?

Are you shitting me, snitch? Where you from?

Chernobyl.

Oh, Yeah!.. Well,

You little shit!

Welcome to the
great state of Illinois.

And I'm sure you're gonna get to know what
really well after I book you

for tresspassing,
destruction of railroad priority.

Railroad Property.

What?

Property, You said priority.

Get in the car!

Gotch'ya!

Look, it's moving!

Ok, Snitch,..
End of the line.

Thanks for the exercise, but ...

lets go.

What? What you gonna do?
You gonna Jump?

Com'on. Don't make me walk over there.

Hang on, Hang on, kiddie! Allright!
Hang on,..

Don't look down...
Don't look down.

Get your foot up.
com'on.

Come on, You can do it,
come on!

Get your foot up.
You can do it. You can do all up that,..God!..

God!..Oh!
oh!..

Oh! you little shit.

You're very good!

Hey!..You think you got away?..huh!

Well done! Hey, over here!

You think you got away with this.. huh?

Is that what you thinking?
huh..

No way, kid!

listen to.., Snitch, look at me!

Look me in the eye..What's the matter?
You don't wanna look in the eye?

Right here! I'm gonna find you!

How're doin', man?
You don't look so hot.

I'm ok.

I just fell down and hurt myself.

Where you're heading for, like this, man?

To the Smithsonian.

Where?

D.C. is in Washington, man.

My name is Ricky.

T.S.

Put your seatbelt on, T.S.

Show me.

That's a real deal!

Hurt when you breathe?

You got maybe one, two broken ribs.
You seriously need to see a medic.

No, I'll be okay.

Tough little bugger, ain't you.

Always take two pictures of hitchhikers.

One when I pick'em up,

one when I drop'em off.

Even in the service,

I was taking pictures.

That guy,

was a hitchhiker too?

Well... Not exactly.

What do you think?

Join the army, see the world,
arresting people ...

and kill'em.

The East.

Where are we?

Not far from where you are headed.

Not sure what you are looking for,
but don't change a thing.

Steady in your boots.

Good luck, man.

I'm not sure what you are looking for either,
but you will sure find your pine tree, man.

Young man?.. Are you alright?
Are you injured?

Cathy, I need information.

You look like you need medical assistance.

I would like to speak with
Mrs. G. H. Jibsen, please.

I'm here to give a speech tomorrow night.

What's your name?

T.S.Spivet.

Just a moment.

You're T.S. Spivet,

or your father is T.S. Spivet?

I am T.S. Spivet.

He claims to be,
he actually is T.S. Spivet.

He is 9 or 10 years older

and very, very, very ...

small.

Alright, that would be wonderful,
thank you.

Miss Jibsen is on her way down.

You can have a seat over there.

You're here?

Never too far away you know.

Yeah, I know.

See!...
Made it to the Smithsonian.

The worst is yet to come.

Can help you, young man?

Ms. Jibsen?

Hello.

I am T.S. Spivet. I made it here.

You're the one I talked to in
the phone, last friday?

Yes.

So, where is your father?

In fact, he is dead.

I lied to you then.

So, who sent me
the prototype of the magnet wheel?

I did.

What, you expect me to
belive that you invented it?

Not really.

I don't invent anything.

I just transposed the principle of

an electron gravitating
around the nucleus.

But as you know, to simulate its
perpetual motion

would require the creation

of a negative entropy,

which is simply not possible.

You must agree.. right?

This can't..

This can't be..
How old are you?

10.

We're not gonna be ought to turn him into
great communicator,

but with the right clothes and
some solid talking points, no problem.

Oh, yes.. In his eyes,
I am the Scientific Authority of

everything he admires.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

So, You need to keep him?

Nope.

But with multiple fractures,
he needs to rest.

Any abrupt movement

and not cough or laugh.

Good luck.

How do you feel?

Like that mule done kick me good.

Its my dad's expression.

You have seen as miss
your parents very much.

I'm so sorry!

So, I talked to some colleagues
at the Smithsonian.

And, everybody is ecstatic
that you've

chosen for this award.

You have to give me their names.
I'll thank them in my speech.

On that topic..

I think we can quote
something up for you.

I prefer to write my own speech.
Thank you.

You certainly don't waste any
time about it, do you?

No, this is a purple note book.

If i'll be writing my speech,
it would be in the red one.

Yes, of course.
And the purple one is for ...?

"General Considerations."

Such as?

When did the child become an adult?

And?

When you don't get excited about Christmas,

When you wear reading glass right a minute
but can't see to find them anywhere

When you pay income tax and
enjoy getting angry discussing,

"What the heck are they going to do
with all your money?"

And when you look down on children
whatever is going on in their little heads.

If 2x goes into 100
and x is an integer, How many of the

2x + 2 integers will be divisible by 3n/2

(2x-1)=(3x+1), what is x?

how many possible integers less than 5000
are even integers...

out of 15 or 21.

I am like a dolphin.

Turning one side of a brain off
and other one on.

So, That's what dolpins do?

Yeah, to sleep.

You're funny.

Why?

You travelled by yourself
half across United States

to end up like a lab rat?

This defies all understanding.

Superior mental activity?

Superior to an average of an
ocean mammal that is.

You could train him like a
highly intelligent seal.

I'm sorry,

but you don't invent the
perpetual movement machine

by balancing a ball on your nose!

Thank you for evaluating my brain, Jodie.

Will you like some

tuna tartare and grilled asparagus
sprinkled with

balsamic vinegar reduction?

Sir, Why you hiding your
white glove behind your back?

That's just how they told me to stand.

Otherwise, I'll get fired.

Well, I like your white gloves.
Congratulations.

Thanks.

I almost forgot this.

In case someone mistakes you for a kid
whose parents couldn't round up.

A babysitter.

Sorry.

I want to be the first to congratulate you.

We are so lucky to have
a boy like you!...so lucky!

What was your first invention?

Do you think your parents
will be proud of you?

What is your astrological sign?

So, Any other questions?

Did you ever think that you would find
another suitable candidate?

I remember,

Sitting in my office,

before I called him on the ranch,

and I said to myself,

he is only 10,

but let's do this!

They're eating you up,
they'll love you.

In 1862 a Frenchman
named Guillaume Duchenne

discovered the difference
between fake and genuine smiles.

In a fake smile, it's
not just the zygomatic muscles work,

the muscles around the eyes
also contract unconsciously.

Tonight
it was entirely ocular-zygomaticus.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome
President of the Smithsonian,

Dr. Leonard Sullivan.

Thank you very much
ladies and gentlemen

and thank you to
our guest of honor.

At a time

when science is being challenged in every turn

when we are witnessing
a return to intellectual obscurity,

I can not resist

the temptation to quote Albert Einstein.

He said ...

"Only two things are infinite:"

"the universe and human stupidity ..."

and, I'm not sure about the former

But I know a third example:

human genius.

Our guest of honor tonight
is a magnificient example of this.

I invite you to show him

all the respect he deserves,

despite his young years.

Ladies and gentlemen, T.S. Spivet.

Hello everybody.

My name is T.S. Spivet,

I am 10 years old

and I am actually in sixth grade.

Is there anyone in this room,

who doesn't already
atleast have a PhD?

Any one?

So, I probably won't
be teaching you much tonight.

But I like to tell you three things.

First,

thank you ...

Thank you for not cancelling my award
'cause I was younger than you expected.

Second , the wheel.

As you can see they are powered by magnets.

Yet as you know,

they demagnetize
within approximately 400 years.

On a human scale,
it sounds like a lot.

In geological time, it's
not even a fraction of a second.

So, we're actually far from
having a perpetual motion.

Any Questions?

Yes, what is the third point?

Oh yes, the third ...

My brother died this year.

He shot himself in the barn.

No one talks about it.

No one ever said
"Layton shot himself in the barn."

No one.

Layton and Me
we were always very different.

I have been doing my
scientific experiments,

and, he would be shooting empty bean cans
and coyotes with his Winchester.

So, I came up with this idea to make
sound waves match the gunshots.

That way we could play something together.

He would shoot, and I gathered data.

And

one of his Winchester has jammed.

I held the bottom of the rifle to help out.

I didn't even touched the trigger.

There was an explosion.

Layton flew across the room.

Blood...

dripped off the hay.

He was there,

but he wasn't my brother anymore.

I was alone.

I ran to the field to get my father.

His face clenched up when I said
Layton had hurt himself badly.

He ran back, and I stayed there,

not knowing where to go.

Then I ran to the house and hid
in the bathroom.

I could hear my father
whispering on the phone.

And through the window, I saw the ambulance
pull without the flashing lights.

After a while, Gracie showed up.

She was crying.

She sat next to me in the floor

We stayed a long time like that.

Lying on the floor without talking.

I wanted you to know how proud
I am to get this award.

I'll do my best to fulfill your trust in me,

and to be in the service of science.

That's all I had to say. Thank you.

The amazing thing about water drops,

is that they always take
the path of least resistance.

For humans,

it's exactly the opposite.

When Layton died,

Tapioca started chewing metal buckets
till it's gums bled.

Layton and Tapioca had been inseparable.

And then one day,

Gracie took him
for a long walk through the meadow.

They sat for a while
facing the mountains.

Gracie returned with a new kind of
understanding in their eyes.

Tapioca stopped chewing metal buckets.

He went back to snapping at fireflies,
just like before.

As if he had made peace with
lossing his master.

Maybe someday,
I'll go back snapping at fireflies too.

I swear to you.

They loved...They loved the kid!
I mean,

Granted they are just a bunch of scientists,

but if their reaction is anything like the way
the general public is gonna respond,

we've got a gold mine
on our hands here!

People are so predictable

it's nuts, really.

I should write a handbook on
how to move the masses.

Hang on!

Honey! Smile!

No, I think it would be better if you're
sketching in your notebook.

But, I didn't bring one.

Sally, can we have a notebook here, Quick.

Hang on a minute,
problem with the kid.

There you go.

But, It's not the right colour.
I'd never sketch on a green notebook.

This is just a photograph,
nobody cares.

OK, so, where were we?
Oh Yeah.

Its amazing!

Wow. Thank you.

Now, I don't want to get your
hopes up, but ...

Listen to this:

The White House is sniffing around!

The White House?

The President stated the
union addresses next week, and they,

and they love having talking points in the audience.

I can hear 'em now,

"Look, the
American educational system is working."

What we really need

are pictures of your parents.

Especially your brother.

Preferably holding a gun,
with you in the background, that would be perfect.

Tomorrow, we go to New York , do Letterman

and possibly 60 minutes of us
not affirmed up yet.

I mean, If they could just cut through
the crap and make up their minds.

The eyes dont have time to delete, Ally.

There are people lining up to book us.

There you go honey!

You look like a movie star!

Ok, Listen up, T.S.

This shows rating is through the roof.

But, they're gonna wanna ambush you

It's just the price you have to pay, got it?

He's gonna talk about Layton, for sure.

So, you saw the accident ...

You saw the accident,
you didn't understand what happened,

you ran for help,
that's it. Remember,

do not express any kind of guilt.

you listening?

Not until we consult with our lawyers.
You understood all that?

We're live in 5 minutes.

You're gonna go back to the green room.

Well.. No, surely, it is normal
for a representative of the Smithsonian...

Miss Jibsen, you'll love our green room.

You can watch the entire show there

on a monitor.

But he is only 10... I mean, ...

T.S., Call me Roy.

Hello Roy.

First time on TV?

Lets do it.

We're live in 10 seconds.

On the air in... 10, 9, 8 ...

My guest tonight has dominated
this week's headlines.

He is to science what Mozart is to music.

T.S. Spivet, just 10 years old,

and he had sprinted ahead of
legions of scientists

to win this year's coveted Baird Award.

T.S., you're 10 years old,

You're an orphan, you grew upon
a remote ranch in Montana,

your dad wanted you to be

a cowboy. Am I right so far?

Hmm..Yes.

Coppertop Ranch, 4.73 miles

north of the Divide, 14.92 miles ...

Tell me T.S., How does a 10 year old
win the Baird Award?

Did the proverbial apple just fall

on your head

and light bulb, you invent

the perpetual motion machine?

It actually already existed.

But, we needed to invented

was a system to ...

At an age when most 10 year olds

are climbing trees, what do you do for fun?

Trigonometry?

I like climbing trees.

You've been conducting
scientific experiments

since the age of 4.

Last year, one of those went

tragically wrong and
resulted in the death

of your twin brother, Layton.

I did not understand what happened.

I ran to get help,
that's all.

And oddly, the time has come
to take a look

at this extraordinary invention.

This is the first
perpetual motion machine

in the history of mankind.

Well, T.S.
How does it work...

Liza! Do you see him?

That's is my brother.
I can't believe he is on TV!

I mean, This is the same spice that wore
Velcro on his shoes untill he's 8 years old

because he couldn't tie his own laces.

he is on TV!

He went that time when he almost electrocuted
me with his seismograph.

Oh thats,
its not mention that on TV ...

T.S., how long can the little wheel turn

and produce energy

without consuming energy?

400 years
then you have to recharge the magnets.

400 years!

so, you saying
if this machine were 100 times larger

it could power all of the lights in this building
for 400 years

without spending a dime in electricity?

Well, you still have to
change the light bulbs

given the ratio of lighting square footage,

that's still significant cost.

I think the time has come
to introduce a

very special guest,

T.S.'s mother, Dr. Clair.

Hello T.S.

Hello Mom.

Dr. Clair,
you have come here directly from Montana

you are T.S.'s mother, correct?

Yes. That's right.

T.S., why did you say
in the media that you

were an orphan, is this some spin
coming from the Smithsonian?

I don't know.

I thought they would send me back home
before I could receive the award.

Dr. Clair, You must have been
worried sick,

I mean, he is so small.

Yes, well, when a child disappears,

the world stops turning.

But, surely you must have been very angry.
When you heard..

With all the respect

You asked me a question,
I would like to finish my answer.

When your child disappears

well, you'll lose your sanity.

Some will channel their anger by kicking
goats out of barbwire.

I'm sorry..Goats!
We're talking goats?

Others will surf
the beetles that don't exist.

Those are just feared merely take a train
that is never coming back

so sometimes you just stop by the tracks,

and stare at the rails.

So you read my journal ...

I'm sorry.

I know it's not right.

What about giving a gun
to a child as a gift?

Or letting two kids play

with a gun, in a barn,

unsupervised...

You think that's right?

That's good question actually!

T.S.

What happened in the barn?

Wasn't your fault, T.S.

It wasn't your fault.

It wasn't.

It wasn't anyone's fault.

It was an accident.

As your father said,

what happened ...

just happened...

OK, I think,

T.S. .. Dr Clair

We should,..
We should have a moment.

Just...just forget the cameras

and the audience,

and just.. maybe...

hug?

Cry?
Touch, maybe?

Actually, I wanna ask you about
beauty pageants.

I know Miss America

and Miss USA different,

But the criteria they use

..is shameful..
Why?..

Mom!
Mom!

I guess the crown necessarily
be a ravishing beauty...

..underfed...
Mom!

What?

Oh, Yeah.

You will stay here or go?

Go.

A river... of emotion ...

No, No, come back!

This is a 20 minute interview,
there's 9 minutes left.

This is reality, this is better than science!

This is cable TV.

You're a filthy little liar.

You're a little m***r.

Wait! wait! Oh!

Where do you think
you are going?

To Coppertop ranch.

Cut!

You OK?

Reckon if you're OK,
that's all it gots!

My boy's OK.

So, I'm mute..

and I'm dead?

Sorry, Dad.

How come you didn't stop that morning
when you saw me on the road?

Rancher's word , I never saw you.

I need a box of biscuits, a box of mixed biscuits
and a biscuit mixer.

Are you talking to me or
are you talking to the peanut butter?

Its a diction exercise, moron.

You'd be better out trying
some yourself enough here

or make it on TV again.

I've got some more to do in the
public speaking department.

How about you just show us
how its done the day you're in a movie.

Yeah, or in the running for Miss Montana.

Or a reality show
about a normal person

living with a bunch of
insane hostile degenerates.

Speaking of which, does anyone know

if or when your father is showing
up for breakfast?

You guys don't ever made up?

Look, I know goats eat everything,
including paper... I get'em, I get'em.

But, the fact that one of them

climbed through the kitchen window
and eat all my notes

on the female Ontophagus sagittarius,
and how it copulates with its horns

that is inexcusable.

It's okay, it's okay.

He's just kicking.

I thought you're going to give birth
on the kitchen again?

Again?
I never gave birth in kitchen.

Really?

Then, why is my name Sparrow?

No, That was Gracie's idea.

She found a dead sparrow

here in the kitchen,
the day I had you in the hospital.

So she concluded that you were
the reincarnation of the sparrow.

I know when I die,
an elephant will be born.

Statistically speaking,

there are better chances that
next newborn Spivet, will be

the reincarnation ...

of a toaster.

And in mean time,

I had only one month left
to finish my plans

for a new
perpetual motion machine.