But never embraced the quantum world it revealed. "God doesn't play dice." Precisely. You never thought of studying physics formally, Mr. Strauss? Well, I had offers, but I chose to sell shoes. Lewis Strauss was once a lowly shoe salesman.
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(wind howling)
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GROVES: Better off without him. (door slams shut) Aren't you more concerned about his discretion out there? We'll have him killed.
LAWRENCE: Very elegant. Quite clear. - There's just one problem. - Where? Next door. Alvarez did it. - But then look... - (pulsing) these fission pulses, they're massive. I've seen 30 of these in the past ten minutes. Theory will take you only so far. (gasps) During the process... extra neutrons boil off, which could be used to split other uranium atoms. Chain reaction. You're thinkin' what I'm thinkin'. You, me, and every other physicist around the world who's seen the news. I'm... what? What are we all thinking? A bomb, Alvarez. A bomb. I told you, Robert, no more fucking flowers.
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(clears throat)
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(gripping music playing)
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Everybody take a welder's glass.
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(faint pensive music playing)
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But what if I need you?
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(indistinct chatter) - Wonderful. - Thank you. Dr. Oppenheimer. Oppenheimer, yes. I liked your paper on molecules. Probably because you inspired it. If I inspire anything else, let me know. We could publish together. I have to get back to America. Why? There's no one there taking quantum mechanics seriously. - That's exactly why. - (sighs) He's pining for the canyons of Manhattan. ROBERT: Canyons of New Mexico. - You're from New Mexico? - No. New York, but my brother and I have a ranch outside Santa Fe. (inhales) That's the America I miss right now. Then it's best you get home, cowboys. - (Robert chuckles) - (chuckles) That's him. No, me and horses. I don't think so. - (Rabi chuckles) - Nice to meet you.
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ROBERT: If they detonate it too high in the air, the blast won't be as powerful. With respect, Dr. Oppenheimer, we'll take it from here.
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Robert. This is yours, not mine.
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(rumbling)
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I didn't want you to hear it from anyone else. (crying softly) Least you didn't bring me flowers. (sniffles)
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Welcome to Los Alamos. Now, there's a boys school we'll have to commandeer, and the local Indians come up here for burial rites. But, apart from that, nothing. Forty miles. Any direction. Enough to find the perfect spot. - For? - Success.