Fat Man And Little Boy Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Fat Man And Little Boy Script





Boy, those Japs better watch out

for you, sir. Good luck.



The Corps of Engineers

is gonna miss you, sir.



- Thank you, gentlemen. Bronson.

- Sir.



I built this place,

so I'll be glad to eat it.



Well done, sir.



You're a lucky man.

Give those Japs hell.



Thank you, Thomas.



Indeed, I will.






I'm losing my chance

to get out from behind a desk



- and lead men in combat!

- Colonel Groves, forget it. This has...



Even Bronson

wants to head for the front.



Forget about the front.

You're an engineer.



You're gonna fight your war here.



Is this what you're assigning me to,

this boondoggle? Dead end?



This dead end, Groves, has the

personal backing of the president.



This is not what I was promised,

not what I expected.



Then bone up on it.

Head to Chicago, talk to the scientist.



If it looks possible, run with it.



Take whoever you want. Have

whatever you need. Just make it work.



Who knows, you might just win

this war on your own.



Pick up a star on the way.



...fighting for, and they are reported

to be giving the Germans hell.



Though these losses represent the

most serious setbacks for the Allies



in this war

against the Nazi enemy.



Bad news, too,

from the war in the Pacific.



We have just had confirmation of

the sinking of three US cruisers.



Names are being withheld.

The casualties are high.



Come in!



Reports of an early-morning raid

by Japanese dive-bombers...



In here.

In here!



- Szard?

- Szilard.



General Groves, I was expecting you.

Come in! Come in!



Forgive me.

Sometimes I get stuck in here.






I've read this.



- Is it possible?

- You couldn't put a little more hot in,



could you?



And I'm not very good at fairy tales,

so just give me the happy ending.



What I wrote is possible,

probably inevitable.



Separate uranium    

then arrange for two portions



of the element to be brought together

suddenly, so that the resulting mass,



no bigger than this, general,



undergoes a spontaneous

self-generating reaction.



And if this was the epicenter

of that explosion...



...all of Chicago you could see

from here would disintegrate.






At the moment, all we have

are theories, concepts, inspirations,



- inconclusive results...

- Now, if we can make this device,



- so can the Krauts.

- Yes.



Germany has the scientific capability.



And, general,

we need leadership here.



- I can help!

- Thank you.



You need an ally, general!



- So tell us about this general.

- Why?



Because it's so mysterious.



''Meet me in the middle

of God-knows-where.



''Be there no earlier than  :  

no later than  :  .''



Well, word has it



he's a provincial windbag



who's spent most of his life

digging holes in Latin America.



- Graves for the natives, no doubt.

- Oh, Frank.



Seriously, Kitty, after all,

Robert's a scientist.



If the Army wants him,

they'll want all of him.



All of him?

Why not take all of him?



Look, I have to at least hear

what he has to offer.



- Robert, must we go so fast?

- Yes!



- It's crazy.

- Yes! Yes!



This way, Dr. Oppenheimer.






Up here!



Groves, Leslie. Friends call me Dick.

Sit down.






I love it.

Created out of nothing but up here.






The old man likes his privacy,

doesn't he?



Guess what.



- The egghead wants a carrot juice.

- Get him what he wants, Bronson!



Get used to it.



What an eight ball this guy is.



Seems this Oppenheimer's

a hot number.



Says here, he's got more damn brains

than are decent.



He knows it too. Temperamental. He

ain't gonna be an easy horse to corral.



Oh, I think the general

knows what he's doing.



Oppenheimer ain't one of us.



The general picks that guy,

he'll be making a mistake.



It needs to get pulled together.



So I think you're the man for the job.



And I got a weakness for good men.



The Krauts are working on this,

full bore.



If they get it before we do,

I don't have to spell it out.



Where would you start?






You have great minds,

but all dancing to a different tune.



You bring them together in one place,

isolate them, no distractions.



You create an atmosphere

of creative stress.



Everyone competing

to solve one problem.



And you have one ringmaster.



Right now, it's all over the place.

You centralize everything.



There is a hitch.



There are people out there

don't like the color of your politics.



My politics...



...are an open book.



Well, I hope so.



You could win a war

and the Nobel Prize, God willing.



Sir, Major de Silva

wanted me to remind you



you've got a train to catch

at      hours.



No rest for the wicked.



Oh, doctor.



If you take this on,

I say this in all humility, intellect...



...don't outrank that.



This general is a meatball,

a cipher.



He'd be eating out of the palm

of my hand in a week.



So will you accept?



There are questions.

There are a kaleidoscope of questions.



I see.



Well, I'm a star

at breakfast small talk.



You'll have to save some for evenings if

you're gonna be wife of the big cheese.



Would this mean moving?



Oh, you have to say yes.



You're too brilliant for Berkeley.



Michelangelo's The Creation

of Adam. Origin and destiny.



Origins and destiny.



The struggle to unearth the one

and to discover the other.



That is science!



And as I leave here

to unravel my own small destiny,



I congratulate each of you

on being the best of the best.



I have faith in you all.



God keep you, and may your lives

be rich and sweet.



- Thank you.

- We'll miss you, Oppie!



We'll miss you, Oppie!



Good luck, Oppie!



Hurry up!

Move it, move it!



Let's move that thing out back.






- Good afternoon, sir.

- Give me the good news, Jack.



We've got utilities on

throughout camp.



We've got the sewage problem taken

care of. We have water throughout.



- Got the two science buildings...

- Not good enough.



We gotta be

a couple of weeks behind.



You know, I got a bunch

of scientists up there.



They're just wandering,

bumping into each other.



Get some bodies in here. In a week,

I wanna be two weeks ahead.



I don't think we have

accommodations, sir.



Why would they want




You think they'll sleep?



All right, get some tents,

but put it on your EOR.



Didn't I ask for dogs

around that perimeter fence?



- Yes, sir.

- I don't see any.



They're coming, general.






...whatever goes on around here

is privileged information.



No exceptions. No wives, no barbers.

No exceptions!



What you see,



what you hear, what you read,

what you dream about,






...gives you heartburn or feeds your

ulcers, whatever gives you the sweats,



keeps you up at night, whatever,



all of that...



...belongs to the United States Army.



Or to me, if that makes you feel

more comfortable.



Now, you gotta come down

out of the clouds, gentlemen,



and get into the business

of winning a war.



I'm gonna say it once.

I'm only gonna say it once.



Those of you who know, know.

Those of you who don't, don't.



You are not here to be comfortable.



All right?



You are here



to go beyond the theoretical,



the speculative, the fanciful.



You are here to harness

your God-given talents,



your minds, your energy,



in the practical pursuit of one thing:



A military weapon.



Nuclear one.



An atomic bomb.



Keep the muttering

to just a minimum, gentlemen.



Why bother with a bomb?

Why not just drop that man on Berlin?



- When you talk about it...

- It will have the same effect.



...it will be referred to as ''the gadget''

or ''the device''.



Is that clear?



There is one word

that I don't wanna hear.



And that's the word ''impossible''.



- You're two days late.

- I went to     East Palace Street



to report to Mrs. McKibben,

but there was nobody there.



So I hopped a construction bus, and it

damn near drove me back to Chicago.



I've been sitting on trains, buses,



railway stations for    hours.



I asked about this place in Santa Fe,

and they said it didn't exist.



It doesn't.



So where does a fellow

get some chow around here, huh?



- We already ate.

- Oh, great.



Oh, if you wanna take a shower,

I'd take one now.



They turn off the water at  :  .



Keep those two men back there.

We still gotta run the power through.



Yeah, you two men there!



Higher! A little more.



All right, that'll do it.



Open this door, now!



Sorry. I couldn't get in.



Give it a month, you'll do that

because you can't get out.



- You Merriman?

- Yeah.



Richard Schoenfield.

I'm the doctor around here.



You're just what I'm looking for

in a roommate, a little brute strength.



Holy shit!



- What in God's name is this?

- It looks like a fridge.



Oh, yeah, it does.



It looks stuck.



I guess you arrived just in time then.

Thank God you're here.



Which end would you like?



Are you ready?



- You want me to get it myself?

- Lift.



Oppie's boys.

No problem left unsolved.



Gentlemen, this project

has been separated into three areas.



The physics.

How much material do we need?



Should it be plutonium

or uranium    ?



Second, manufacture of material,

but that's out of our hands.



That's Oak Ridge, Tennessee

and Hanford. And third,



our responsibility,

and this is a cinch...



Yeah, sure.



...build the device, test it,

and just hope that we can control it.



Gentlemen, we are here...



...at the beginning.

Our objective is here.



We have a deadline of    months.




It seems such a short time.



   months coincides

with our anticipated delivery date



from Oak Ridge. Gentlemen,

we have    months, that's it...



...to box, wrap

and deliver this package.



Are there any dissenters?









Nineteen months

and starting from scratch, Jesus.



Still, Oppie's got the best theoreticians

and engineers in the world.



Some of these guys are legends and

so young. The place is a hothouse.



Doc, he seems like

he's gonna be a good man.



Reckons we'll be working with funny

stuff. He's gonna be looking out for us.



He's got a whole wing of the hospital

that looks like Noah's Ark.



I think of Jimmy fighting in the

Philippines, and I can't complain.



I love you, but I gotta go.

General wants a progress report.



When Groves wants something,

he wants it now.






We build a cannon, and at the end



weld a stopper

made from a subcritical mass.



We fabricate a shell

made from another subcritical mass



and fire it down the barrel.



- How much of both materials?

- Projecting    pounds.



   pounds is as far away

as the moon.



We're trying to tap the energy

that fuels the universe.



It's petrifying. All we've got

so far are problems,



and that doesn't include the ones

we haven't thought about.



Shake down the bad news.

I'm getting used to it.



At the moment, there are

two problems. Pre-detonation.



The gadget disintegrates

before it explodes.



Second, it's the weight problem.



For the slug to travel at the velocity

we need,



the gun barrel

would be so heavy, so thick,



I don't think we'd get the gadget

off the ground with a crane.



If they're talking about a slug

with a seven-inch diameter,



then you'd have to have a barrel

thickness of at least four inches.



I hope you guys find the music.



The way things are,

we can't even hum the tune.



Free discussion.

Two groups...



- I'm not comfortable with...

- Excuse me.



Seth, Deke, the gun barrel.

Robert, Michael, pre-detonation.



Damn it! Just, damn it!

Maybe it's the altitude.



But we're still just chalk

on a blackboard.



We're dead in the water.



Maybe we cast a lighter

gun barrel, find a new alloy.



The force would be too great.



We gotta smack these atoms together

to trigger a chain reaction.



We gotta concentrate the energy

and crush the mass.



All right, let's rethink this.



We have a gun barrel that's so heavy

we can't lift it with a plane.



To get the explosive power we need,

it's gotta be heavy.



Michael, come here!



When I squeeze this...



- ...what do I get?

- Juice.



No. I squeeze it, I get compression.



We get a hollow sphere

of plutonium,



and we compress it

with an explosion that goes in.



- An implosion.

- Chain reaction.






- But, Seth, explosives go out.

- I know.



But we make one that goes in.






- Michael.

- Let's get the boys.



We'll meet down here in the canteen.



It's brilliant. The device is gonna be so

light that we don't need a gun barrel!



Got a match, soldier?



Sir, it's Michael and Seth!



I'm sorry to bother you.



But Seth had an idea.

He was thinking of an orange.



Yes, I was thinking of jumping

up and down on an orange.



- Crushing an orange.

- Crushing!



Crushing...the core.



Oh, God.

This could be very sweet.



- Where are the others?

- Canteen, they wanna kick it around.



- Perhaps it can wait till later?

- No, you go ahead.



- I'd have lost you anyway.

- Thank you.



Goddamn it.






- Come on!

- Double up, over here!



I'm sorry. We were looking for testing

sites and the bus got stuck.



You had a meeting last night.

You discussed the work in public.



We were discussing




- In public!

- A table in the back of the canteen.



- We were having a free discussion.

- Let's just talk about that.



I don't want free discussion.

I want compartmentalization.



I don't want theoreticians

knowing what engineers know.



- Listen to me...

- It is a security problem!



These kids are used to pinning

their best ideas on a board.



Ideas are community property.

It's a matter of principle.



You force my hand and there

won't be any free discussion



because there won't be anybody left

to have it!



If you'd been there you'd understand.

Neddermeyer's idea was brilliant.



An explosion that goes inwards,



producing uniform compression

in a core and it'd be lightweight.



No gun barrel,

no velocity and weight problem.



And all of that

out of free discussion.



You've got to give us room

to breathe.



- Bronson?

- Sir?



Just don't give it to the waitresses.



Oppie's quite a match

for the general.



I'm worried it's not in Groves' nature

to rest until he gets the upper hand.



We're terrified the Germans

are ahead.



Working with restrictions

and regulations is setting us on edge.



This is typical.

We are people, not numbers!



It's not part of the agreement,




I apologize for complaints,

but barbed wire,



dogs, guards!



- Security badges!

- Secrets!



I hoped to leave these things in Italy

with Mussolini!



Openness is a principle

matter for scientists!



And there are many other things.

I resent my letters are being censored.



The FBI talking to me, that's one

thing. But my wife, my family,



that's a little much.

Don't you think?



We cannot continue work

under these conditions!



- Doctor.

- And what about...?



Well, that is some monkey house

in there.



A mess.

What are you gonna do about it?



I warned you about this.



Look, you give me responsibility

for security inside the lab.



We go where we like, as we like,

when we like.



Outside the lab, that's yours.



I will sell them on that.



I don't like it.

But I will live with it, for now.



The  th Air Force today



carried out its heaviest bombing

of the war against Germany.



Michael! Michael. What do you say?

Good to see you.



- How are you?

- I brought Kathleen with me.



I was afraid this party would be

a little short on the beauty side,



so I took the appropriate precautions,

if you know what I'm saying.



- I mean, she is my favorite nurse.

- You two gonna get together?



No. No, we're not.

Actually, I'm gonna get a drink.



That's what I'm gonna get. A good

stiff drink, that's all I'm gonna get.



- Two bucks...

- It's a short bet.



- Like I said...

- This is stuck.



...it can be pretty lonely here.



There's a war on.



Not everybody can go to Acapulco.



- Oh, my.

- Are you OK?




Thank you.



Look, they're perfect.



Another minute,

they would have been overdone.



Well, I'll put this in the sink.



- Would you like some orange juice?

- Yes, kindly.



- I am sorry.

- Oh, don't worry about it.



- This will be taken care of.

- It's OK.



Anyway, I'm sure

we're going to be allies, general.



We're both trying to seduce

the same man.



So is there a Mrs. Groves?



Yes, there is.



And she has the courage

to stay in the background.



Some men are on the planet

for a purpose, Mrs. Oppenheimer.



A good wife recognizes that

and is happy to smooth the way.



Read my theory

on degenerate matter, did you?



It didn't generate

much enthusiasm elsewhere.



But what do you think we'll find

at the end of the tunnel, Michael?



- A martini.

- Probably.






- Operator.

- Berkeley      please.



Hello, Jean.

It's me.



- Jean, I know you're there.

- I'd given up waiting.



I'm sorry.

I wasn't able to manage...



Oppie, I've been so frightened.



You don't phone. You don't write.

Not even a message.



- I can't.

- You can't?



No, Jean, I can't.



- Are you coming?

- Well...



- When are you coming?

- Jean.



This isn't talking.

This is just making noises.



Why don't we just grunt

at each other?



- ''I gotta run. There's a war to win.''

- Jean.



I can't remember a day

I wasn't hurting, except with you.



Jean, listen to me.

You've got to understand, please.






I won't keep you, general.



Well, you better had.



Banging on my door

at  :   in the morning.



I had this typed up, sir.

I thought you'd wanna see it.



She's working him over, general.

I've seen this before.



That grunting at each other,

could be a code.



- The cipher clerk said it's not code.

- Who is this woman?



Jean Tatlock, sir.

She's a known communist.



Get me her background.



And maybe I am missing some stuff

on the good doctor.



- Get it for me.

- Yes, sir.



This must throw Oppenheimer's

position on this project into doubt, sir.



- Dr. Oppenheimer is the project.

- Yes, sir.



All due respect, sir, though, doesn't

this make him an unacceptable risk?



No! Failure's a risk.



The thing that concerns me is,

if he's with her, he's not with us.



It might be a good time

to put the screws to the doctor.



Yes, sir. May I ask,

how do you intend to do that, sir?



No, colonel, you may not.



- Compression not uniform.

- Stand by!



If we had a thinner wall, we could

increase the compression, yes?



Seth, there's an answer here.



Oppie, maybe implosion's

just a blind alley.



- Are we going again?

- Yes!



- That's an excuse for not thinking...

- We'll get reset.



All clear!

Reset the charges!



Reset the charges!



- We got all clear! Let's go!

- Let's move!



- Move it!

- On the double! On the double! Go!



- Move it! Move it!

- Bring it in! Left side! Left side!



Come on!

Get the lead out!



On the double, guys!

Let's go!



Canyon to Los Alamos.



Come in, Los Alamos.



Canyon to Los Alamos.



Come in, Los Alamos. Come in.



- Something set off the detonators.

- Stay back! They're wired in series.



Get out of there!



- No, Oppie.

- Shit.



It's all right.



Take it easy, brother.



Thanks a lot.



Do me a favor.

Jump in the ambulance.



Let me give you

the once-over.



You guys are playing

with some funny stuff out here.



Let's go. Start them up.



Did they teach you that at high school?



You took a risk.



I ran out and grabbed the guy.

I didn't even think.



- Just instinct.

- Instinct, huh?



You know, I wonder,

with this war...



...if it's instinct to save a man,

what makes us want to kill one?



Is that instinct?



You sound like my old man.



Why, what's he like?



- My old man?

- Yeah.



He's a preacher.



In Jackson, Illinois.



And I got an older brother,

Jimmy, and he's a soldier.



My mom's dead.



I don't know, I guess he's kind of

hurt that I'm not at the front.



- Why?

- Well, Jackson is a small town.



- He said, ''Where you going?''

- I said, ''Santa Fe, New Mexico.''



- I know.

- So that didn't quite hack it.



He said,

''lf you're not gonna be a soldier,



''you better be a good scientist.

The best.''



- Are you the best?

- I was in Chicago.



But these guys are so bright.



Sometimes I feel like

I'm in over my head.



But I guess I can handle

anything they throw at me.



But can you dance?



Pardon me?



I said, can you dance?



- Yeah.

- Well, do it.



- Are you serious?

- Can't handle it?



Very nice.



- Something like that.

- Very good.



Jean Tatlock, graduated in     .



They had a thing together

before Oppenheimer was married.



Seems Tatlock ran off.



Things went on the back burner

between them till     .



Then it all started up again.



His associate said, ''lf the wife's

his ambition, Tatlock's his conscience.''



She introduced him to a number of

anti-fascist groups, anti-Franco groups



and a number of communists.



- Bronson.

- Sir.



Little less muscle on the gas here.

Colonel's starting a mission.



I'd like him alive.



Yes, sir.



This makes Oppenheimer

a sitting duck for blackmail.



I'm gonna insist on his removal.



No, you're not. Just relax.



You know, major, if you want

to lead a man in a certain direction,



you don't drag him by the nose.



You just close off his options.



Simple as a truck.



Here we are in the top of the ninth.



The Army down

to the Scientists by one run.



Dugan shakes it off.

Here's Merriman's pitch.



That's a hit.



Dugan digging for first base,

gonna go for two.



Look out. Here's the throw.

Safe at second base on a slide.



Apple scores.

That ties the game.









Bad time?



The velocity's still presenting us

with something of a problem.



Who's this bimbo

you're running around with?



- What?

- Do I have to tell you?



I got it on the q.t.

from somebody who owes me.



What if the next guy

doesn't owe me?



Takes that kind of information

to the wrong guy?



That could be the end of you.

Could be the end of this project.



I don't understand you.



You think you're some kind

of bohemian or something.






I never expected to get

blind-sided like this.



And there it is.

A line drive.



Doctor, might I be of assistance?



What about me in all this?

This looks bad.



Reflects on me.

Reflects on my ability to choose men.



I was with this woman before

this project. This is not a new thing.



It's no matter.



I am not comfortable with the idea

that you could sink me.



This is someone that I care about.



She's a communist.



A communist.



Oh, my God.



It would be bad enough if she

were just some...



...sweet young thing from Indiana.



She's a card-carrying communist.



And your job, classified job. What do

I have to do, draw you a map?



Get on the phone, a secure line,

tell her...goodbye!



The pitch. It's a line drive!



It's out of there! It's gone!

Home run for Merriman.



Home run!



- It's all right, Bronson, we'll live.

- Yes, sir.



Well, that's it, folks,

Scientists win the game.



It's in your court.



Bridges, next time keep your head up.



All hail the conquering hero.



Pencil pushers defeat

the doughboys.






- Frank.

- Good to see you, bro.



- Are we being followed or something?

- Don't joke.



I nearly asked you for your ID.



- That's ridiculous.

- Let's just leave as soon as we can.



They've been hounding me

for names of every person I've known



who had communist sympathies.



They monitor every move I make.

They listen to my phone conversations.



Why stay?



There's an order to it.



An order in some part of my life,

at least.



I'm sorry, I didn't get your message

till about  .



I was still at the hospital, and I got

all whizzed up into a huge panic.



You look wonderful.



You look so serious.

What's the matter?



I don't have much time.

I have to go back tonight.






I cooked us dinner.



This can't be about dinner, Jean.



I didn't want to tell you

on the telephone.



And that's why I'm here tonight.



Is it because of what you're doing?






We're going to spill the blood

before we get to the cocktails.






Please...stay tonight.















What you're working on,

it's something bad, isn't it?



That's why you can't tell me.



I can't tell you

because it's a secret.



Tell me one good thing

that's a secret.



We were a good thing.



No, we weren't.



Not when you got married.



Give me up for something

I can understand.



Your wife or your child

or your conscience,



something alive.



Not something

that you have to hide.






Oh, Robert, I dreamt you'd gone.



So that's what the silences were.



No letters, no contact.



I thought it was me,

something I'd done.



- I've told you it has nothing to do...

- Yes, but you didn't tell me...



What is it you're working on?

What is so important?



That's right. It is important.



So don't be so goddamn arrogant.



Is it arrogant to want

to know where you are?



What's happening to you? To want

to be close to you? To understand?



This was the man I loved.



I loved his dreams.

I loved what he saw but couldn't prove.



I loved the goodness in him.



He was my proof that the world

could be made better.



And if he's dead, I don't want to live.



The world is...different.



It's just not what we

wanted it to be.



It's just not.



You mattered to me so much.



You really did.



She told me that I had

a penchant for destruction.



That I'd lost faith.



Is she wrong?






She's not wrong.



When this war's over, I want

to ride the mesa for six months.



No deadlines.






Thanks, Frank.



He just kissed his brother.



Gotta be a communist.



Set that over there.



Look at it, Oppie, it's twisted.

It's got to be flat.



I think implosion's nothing but a pipe

dream. I'm sorry I thought of it.



I can't do it.



Oppie, some way I have to focus...

I have to focus the shock waves.



Look at me!

God, I'm running out of ideas.



That's an excuse for not thinking.

If you can't, I'll find somebody else.



Oppie? Serber needs

you back at the lab right now.



- Oppie?

- You said it yourself.



Focus. Somebody's working on a way

to focus an explosive shock wave.



- I'm gonna find him. Keep working.

- Jesus!



You know, if Oppie doesn't let up,

he's going to implode.



Inside. Inside.



Good news is the new plutonium

makes lots of neutrons.



But the bad news is the spontaneous

fission rate is way too high.



The reaction will run away with itself.

There will just be a fizzle.



- No explosion.

- You're certain of that, Edward?



- Who did the calculations?

- Serber.



- Himself?

- Serber, personally.



So now plutonium is a problem. That

shifts the emphasis back to U-   .



Of course, Oak Ridge is not able

to produce that in sufficient quantity.



We must go with implosion, but

Neddermeyer has just announced to me



that he and implosion

have just reached a brick wall.



We can't fall behind.



Are you all right, Oppie?



You have a deadline to meet.



Banked almost a billion dollars on you

guys. That's not working on the cheap.



Only thing I want to hear is, ''Yes, sir.''



Don't talk to me like I haven't given

eight days a week to this project.



I've given up everything.



Don't... Don't give me that.



I don't want to hear

that from the...



I've given up everything.



You know exactly

what I'm talking about.



I don't give a goddamn

that travel was restricted.



It had to be done face to face,

and that's the way I did it.



Latest news

from the fighting front.



American armies are pushing the

Germans back on their own territory.



But fighting is desperate.



The Germans are building up

for a massive counter thrust.



Though the Allies are determined

to hold this new front...



Who's the Lone Ranger?



Explosives wiz.

I don't know about Tonto.



Neddermeyer gave up

on his explosion that goes in.



Not Oppie, though.



He brought in two explosive

experts from the outside.



We struggle on here

in our isolation.



And sometimes the war

seems a long way away.



You want a ride, doc?



Hey, Seth. When did you

get your driver's license?



- You come to see the boys at play?

- Yes.



- Oh, bad news, beautiful.

- Oh, no.



I'm not gonna be able to make

that movie tonight.



I can join you both for a drink.

It would make you happy.



- Sound good?

- Perfect.



Right, right.



Well, I promised the monkey

we'd be cutting a rug anyway.



It's just as well.



Michael, what's wrong with you?



Do you see much of him?



Yes, I like him.



Are you jealous?






You better do something about it.



Tell them I ain't buying.

White House said



there wouldn't be

any account till after the war.



It's so damn tough

to get through to you,



I decided to bring

you my problem.



See the tread on that tire?

Because I sure as hell don't.



Yet that's what my men

are riding around on.



I don't know what kind of deal

you got yourself into, Groves,



but I do care when it cuts

in on my territory.



If I'm gonna move supplies around

the country, I need trucks.



Those trucks run on tires, Dick.



When I hear they ain't moving because

of some tire shortage, I get mad.



When I hear you're the cause

of it, I want to kill.



- We gotta work something...

- No dice. We got a triple-A priority.



White House authority.

We need the product.



You need to know something.



You're getting a lot

of people's backs up.



Let me remind you of something else.

See this?



I count two. You got one.



When this war's over,

that will amount to something.



And, Dick, I hope you get my meaning.



Because, by all that's holy...



...you better have

your ass well-covered.



- Well, Bronson.

- Sir?



- It's all about ass, isn't it?

- Sir?



You kick it or you lick it.



That's what it's all about.



I'm sorry about

my language, Bronson.



But I'm on the limb.



My prima donnas

better come through...



...or you are looking

at a piece of dead meat.



Yes, sir.



- What's this?

- I don't know, sir.



God, almighty.



Is this a stop?



What time is it?

There's no scheduled stop here.



Message for General Groves.



- I'll see what the problem is, sir.

- Message for General Groves.



- Message for General Groves.

- In this way.



General Groves, sir.

This is from Germany.



It was flown in. We wired

ahead to have the train stopped.



Excuse me, gentlemen.



- Colonel.

- General.



Put it in my safe, in the back.



Don't bring it out.



That means the Germans don't

have the bomb. Weren't close.



Sir, is it wise?

I mean, suppressing this?



Well, you tell me, colonel.



It's delicate stuff.



I'm talking about my longhairs,

my prima donnas.



The Jewish element.



Take Hitler out of the equation...

they might just run out of stink.



Why chance it?



We can give this country

the biggest stick in the playground.



And I intend to do that.



And I'll tell you something

about our bunch.



Get them close.



Then they'll go all the way.



They're just not close enough yet.



Yes, sir.



Perhaps you should think of these

wedges as forming part of a shell.



They do redirect the shock waves in

the same way as a lens redirects light.



As a matter of interest, we've

already used the idea in England



for armor-piercing shells.



Pray it works.

We'll be back on schedule.



Heads up.



Watch your backs.



No one ever used high explosives...



...as a precision instrument before.



It's so simple.



It just swings the shock waves

from convex to concave.



- Some orange, hey, Oppie?

- No, after the explosion.



Dr. Oppenheimer.



Dr. Oppenheimer.



A letter for you, sir.



- They said it was important.

- Thank you.



Good luck.



We squeezed it!

Damn it, we got compression!



We're on the way!

The right mix and we're home, Oppie!



We're home free, vindicated!

We're vindicated!



- We got a ball game here.

- Seth, come here!



Next stop, implosion!



Can I come in?



Where is he?



He's out back.



Sitting in the sun

with a blanket on his lap.



Nursing a guilty dick, no doubt.



It is not necessary to be vulgar.



Nothing I say could

approach the vulgarity



of what you're building

in your back yard.



Well, vulgar or not...



...I need him to come

through on this.



He owes it to his country.

He owes it to himself.



He is the best there is. And he

should have whatever he wants.



Don't try to recruit me, general.

You don't need my help.



And spare me your homily on being

a good wife. I know it by heart.



Why did you put up with her

for so long?



Because he's the best there is.

He should have whatever he wants.



I don't live very well alone.



Some people don't.



We all have different ways

of defending our territory.



Concha, you're late.

Peter, hurry up. Didn't I say  :  ?



I'm sorry.



And I am sorry that the news

took so long to get to you.



It just got lost

in the system censors.



You know...



...you can't be responsible

for keeping somebody else alive.



It isn't possible.

It's not to be expected.



I can't work on this anymore.



I don't want to.



And I don't need to.



Germany is finished.



It's just a matter of time.

They can't pull this together.



- You sure?

- I don't want to hear your arguments.



I already know that everything is a risk.



That the war is not over until it's over.



That they're lobbing rockets

all over London.



That Germany is desperate.

That she's resourceful.



If she doesn't get a device,

she could litter England



with radioactive material.

We thought of something similar.



The fact of the matter is...



...they're not as good as we are.

Or are they?



Christ, I've got rats in my skull.



I'm being asked to throw too many

balls in the air at the same time.



When I feel like that,

I get down on my knees...



...and I pray.



And that's how I get conviction.



If you let this slip through your fingers,

through our fingers,



and somebody else gets it...



...you won't be counting how many

balls you throw in the air.



If you need the fire, you find it.






At last, some good news.



Apparently, sufficient uranium is

beginning to arrive from Oak Ridge.



But, as brilliant as he is, Oppie's

beginning to show the strain.



We all depend on Oppie.



He's our inspiration.



If he were to crack, we'd all fall apart.



Beautiful, isn't it, Michael?

Just think...



...a few miles closer to the sun,

a few miles farther away,



none of this would be here.

Just a cloud of gas



or a block of ice

and nobody to enjoy it.



''Odi et amor'',

''I hate and I love.''



- Catullus. Do you know it?

- No.



I hate and I love

Why, you ask? I don't know



I feel both

And I'm in agony



Maybe General Groves is right. Maybe

we should just banish thinking forever.



Michael, we have to test

the critical mass.



- Are you going to help?

- Of course.



I want to show you something.



Come here to see our little toy, huh?



Michael, that's what we call

tickling the dragon's tail.



So a slug of uranium

about two by six inches



will be pulled by this weight.



It begins here, then accelerates

at    feet per second per second.



It passes between uranium bricks.

We have an instant of criticality.



For a split second,

we have a chain reaction.



As close as we come

to an atomic explosion in the lab.



- Without blowing up.

- Exactly.



It's essential to determine the amount

of material the device needs.



Ten years ago I could

hardly imagine the stuff.



Ten years.



Each molecule collected

out of the air, one by one.









I have the rare privilege

of speaking for a victorious army



of almost five million fighting men.



They and the women

who have so ably assisted them



constitute the Allied

Expeditionary Force



that has liberated Western Europe.



They have destroyed

or captured enemy armies



totaling more than their own strength



and swept triumphantly forward

over the hundreds of miles



separating Cherbourg from Lübeck,



Leipzig and Munich.



These startling successes

have not been bought



without sorrow and suffering.



In this theater alone,




and comparable numbers

among the allies



have had their lives cut short



so that the rest of us might live

in the sunlight of freedom.



- Yeah!

- Oh, yeah!



What are we gonna do

when this is over?



I don't know.

Probably start another one.



That's what I love about this job.

A guaranteed future. I'm not wrong.



Believe me, we're descended

from a long line of noble predators.



You are irrepressible.



I think I'm gonna go be

irrepressible down with Fuller.



Come on, baby face.



- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm irrepressible.



So, what are you writing?



Something Oppie said today.

I don't know.



Well, read it. Go on.



Makes you wonder

if there's an intelligence



that isn't descended

from a long line of predators.



I want to kiss you.



Come here.



Sir, is it true that since we KO'd

Germany, we're gonna go home?



- I'll drink to that.

- That might be true, soldier.



Can I have your attention, please?




Excuse me.



Seems to me that we have a shortage

of dance partners on the floor.



So as a tribute

to our men in uniform...



...l'd like to make

available the services



of all the longhairs at Los Alamos

on this dance floor.



And to break

the ceremonial ice,



I will choose

the first dance partner.



General Groves...

may I have this dance?



Why not?



- Why do you have that with you?

- I keep it as a record for my dad.



If I wrote him a letter,

all he'd get is black lines.



This way I can tell him

what's going on.



And what are you gonna

write about today?



Besides the war being over?






Well, I met this girl.



Did I just kiss you up there?



You gotta bring your heads in out

of the clouds. Out of the clouds.



Keep the muttering to a minimum,

please, gentlemen.



Some of you dancing...



...close together.



I don't like the look of it.



There are...bosoms in the area.



And this could lead to pregnancy.



Any man getting caught out of hand

or getting caught in hand



will have to turn their peckers

over to the FBI.



They're having fun. That's nice.

They're entitled.



- So long as they don't think it's over.

- Isn't it?



I mean,

what's all the celebration for?



Perhaps we can find

some other use for this work.



Fascism's dead.



You mean in Europe.



What do they think Japan

is doing, shooting squirrels?



No, they're not shooting squirrels,

and that's not the issue.



What is the issue?



They don't have the technology.

They're not capable of it.



So if we don't need it...



...why make it?



I want you to look at something.



It's the largest collection

of nothing in the entire world.



Make them work...



...and you've got something.



An irresistible something.



Just the threat...



...and they're ours.



You know, sometimes,



just standing here,



I keep wondering.



Are we working on them

or are they working on us?



Give them dignity, doctor.

Then we can start talking...



...about who can do what...



...and what they mean.



Oh, what time is it?



Even when I sleep, it's like dogs

tearing at a piece of meat.






Thinking of resigning?






I'd be written off.



They wouldn't understand.

Not in the present climate.



I keep obsessing about the device.



Yes, it's true, but...



...if you think beyond...



...it's a limitless supply of energy.

Think about it, Kitty.



The power that drives the universe.



It's beyond imagination, really.



And we'd have tamed it.



A new world.



Go get them, cowboy.



What's going on over there?



Cattle destroyed the entire ground

cable run. Ruined two days' work.



Why didn't they herd them outside

the site? Anyone suggest that?



The ranchers wouldn't move them.

Seems the Army stopped negotiating.



- This is out of control.

- Edward, these estimates...



Rush, push, speed, deadlines.



This whole project

has gotten out of control.



We haven't thought about

the consequences, Oppie.



- Oppie?

- Wilson!



We've been waiting

for the data for two weeks.



When are we gonna get it?



Wilson is correct.



We have to talk about what we're

all thinking but not saying.



This argument is arcane, Edward.



This thing is becoming real.



It's going to affect lives,

thousands of lives.



We have to start to talk.



All right. But not here.



At my home tonight.



So now we tickle

the tail of the dragon.



All right, take her up.



I can only hope the uranium

slug doesn't get stuck in the pile.



If it does,

we'll probably all evaporate.



- What's the reading?

-   .  -K.



- Waiting on your word.

- Meter's ready.



Ready when you are.



Let's go.



OK, let's tickle it.



It burst. It burst.



It burst right from here.



All right, add it up.



Cigarette break.



Good job.



Michael. Hey, Michael.

You got a moment?



They won't let me in this place.

Still going to Chicago?



Yeah, Frisch can't pick the slugs up.



Great. There's something we'd

like you to pick up, if you can.



You know Leo Szilard, right?

And Ralph Lapp?



Well, about    of our other

colleagues from Chicago,



they're proposing a petition stating

they're opposed to the device.



They're concerned about

what they think's gonna happen.



So am I. I got a brother who's

in the Philippines right now.



I read the papers. I'm concerned.



I'm not asking you to endorse

anything. I haven't even read it yet.



It should be discussed.

All I'm asking is pick it up,



let us peruse it and make up

our own minds. How tough is that?



- Makes sense.

- It's only fair.



I'll pick it up for you.



- See you later.

- OK.



How can you rationalize

premeditated murder?



Oh, bullshit. Premeditated murder?



- This is a war. It's about winning.

- At what cost?



You can't just outlaw a weapon.



The more effective,

the more likely it will be used.



We didn't use poison gas.

That was stopped.



You got to speak up.

The generals won't listen to us.



Yeah, and speak up on behalf

of all those kids hiding in foxholes.



I know what they'd say. The

Japanese brought this on themselves.



They have themselves to blame.



I wouldn't care if the place

went up in smoke...



Excuse me,

just for a minute, gentlemen.



And I resent your suggesting



I don't recognize a moral argument.



Why are you still awake?

Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?



- I don't like sleeping.

- There are lots of things we don't like.



We have to do them if we

want to do the things we do like.



- What's the treat tomorrow?

- Go horseback riding.



That's right. Now, how are you

going to ride a great big horse



if you don't get plenty of rest?



Go to sleep for Daddy?



That's a good boy.



It is hot.



We could go to Carlucci's,

get some ice coffee and donuts.



The project is beginning to unravel.



- What?

- There have always been questions.



We've always avoided the answers.

Now, everything is coming to a head.



- Bronson?

- Sir?



- Stop the car.

- Yes, sir.



- Get out, take a leak or something.

- This is a public park.



Well, pick some flowers.

I want to do some shouting.



It's a crisis.



A crisis of conscience.



All right. I'm not shouting.



I'm not even angry.



I am just stumped.



You want to sit on your hands,



polish your conscience,



when we might be able to end

this whole thing with one shot?



Crisis of conscience, huh?



All right.



Have it.



Take a bath in it.



Soak in it.



Then tell me whether you're

going to deliver them.



Whether you're gonna finish this job.



You tell me how I'm gonna face

a senate inquiry



and say we spent two billion dollars

on a show that's never gonna open.



Crisis of conscience.



You got one job, doctor.

Give me the bomb. Just give it to me.



Atrocious things have been done

in Germany



because people didn't speak out.



And we blame them for it. Right,

I think, even though it was dangerous.



But it's not dangerous

for us to speak out.



That's what a lot of us in Chicago feel.



You don't have to agree

with the contents of this petition.



You have to agree

it should be discussed.



- Yes, sir.

- Good boy, Michael.



Good seeing you again.



- It came in on the wire.

- What?



Japanese are feeling out terms for

surrender. They made a proposition.



What kind of surrender?

Not unconditional?



Not according to my sources, no.






No one will buy it.



- Sir?

- Nothing.



Come on. Come on. Right here.



Mr. Secretary, a brutal question.



Are you and the president



looking to Russia,



figuring they'll come into Japan,

assuming there's an invasion?



If you are, you're not

gonna get that for nothing.



Russia's gonna want

Manchuria, Sakhalin.



I can give the president Japan.



No invasion, no deals.



Can you guarantee that?



Some of your scientists

are getting out of line.



I hear they've been maneuvering

to see the president.



I didn't know that.



I will take care of it.



- Very well. Do that, general.

- Mr. Secretary.



Good night.






Dr. Oppenheimer had...



...on three separate occasions,

meetings with suspected agents,



communists, whatever.



- He gave us one name, correct?

- Yes, sir.



Press him on the others.



- He needs to feel the branch creak.

- Yes, sir.



- Ready?

- Yeah, we're ready.



They told me you were down here.

I was having lunch.



I got a call from Captain Panton.

A security problem again.



Well, I'm being harassed,

and I'm sick of it.



I had a security clearance.

This was a dead issue.



It's never dead with you.



Though I will try to put a lid on it.

This is not gonna help.



- What's this?

- Some kind of petition



from your boys in Chicago trying to go

around us to see the president.



That will never happen.



Do you know about this?



About the ideas, yes.



They want to demonstrate

the device, not use it.



Is it containable?



Can you stop it?



My hash is getting cold upstairs.



- Don't let these dodos distract you.

- How can...?



Robert, you are this far away

from being the man who won the war.



These are important people

in Chicago.



You can't ignore

what they have to say.



All they want is an opportunity

to talk about the demonstration.



- What's his name? Szilard.

- Szilard.



Sitting in the bathtub.



I should have drowned that

son of a bitch the first day I met him.



What's wrong with demonstrating?

What's wrong with not killing?



You vaporize some uninhabited atoll.



Set terms of surrender,

then send the Japanese home.



It's mush. It won't work.



They are kamikazes, all of them.



You had money in your background.

That explains it.



- What does that mean?

- Your optimism.



Faith in human nature.

I never had any. Money, that is.



Never had a permanent house.

Made me a realist.



The idea should go to the president.



Where do you get these ideas?



You know, those boys in security...



...got a right to ask where

these ideas are coming from.



Demonstrations, stopping work,

sharing with other countries.



You're gonna have

a tough time proving



that those ideas

are coming out of Chicago.



- They are foreign, subversive.

- They're moral.



- Moral?

- Moral.



Was Pearl Harbor moral?



Poland, Munich, moral?



Death March of Bataan,

was that moral?






Demonstration junk.



I say you show the enemy

in the harshest terms



that you can muster, that you play

in the same league that they do.



At that meeting tomorrow there's

gonna be a vote on this demonstration.



There's gonna be a recommendation

going to the president.



Now, listen.



You can help yourself here.



Steer it in the right direction.



You're either for us or against us.

Ernest, how are you?



I'd like to introduce

Dr. Oppenheimer here.



Well, rumor has it

that we might owe you



for shaking those yellow monkeys

out of the trees.



Save us a lot, not going to Japan.

My boys are gonna be grateful.



Yes, I'm pleased to shake

your hand. And thank you.



Doctor, I'd like to add my shake too.



Nice seeing you.



Did you hear what they said?



You keep this on the track,

and we are gonna owe you, soldier.



''We are in a completely new situation

that cannot be resolved by war.



''A petition to the president

of the United States.



''Discoveries of which the people

are not aware



''may affect the welfare

of this nation in the near future.''



The Russians are our allies.

If we drop this without telling them,



we could give them a paranoia

that will make us sick.



The Japanese are on their knees.

All this kamikaze stuff is a load of bull.



They're wet-pants scared of us just

like we're wet-pants scared of them.



This war seems to have forced

a lot of guys on both sides



to resign from the human race.



- I hope we're not about to do that.

- I agree.



Our blockade will finish Japan

by autumn, maybe even sooner.



This device is not an honorable way

to win a war.



And I was taught to fight with honor.



If Custer...



...had used the machine-gun...



...his history would have been

written differently.



If you go ahead,



particularly, if you drop this thing

with no prior warning...



...l, for one, will have to

resign my commission.



Perhaps you'll excuse me, gentlemen.



Incidentally, what is the opinion of

the committee on a demonstration?



Well, if we should agree

to a demonstration



with the attendant

Japanese observers



and that demonstration failed,



not only would we be unable

to induce the Japanese to surrender,



we would face a critical

shortage of material.



The dropping of the device

has always been implicit in this project.



So that is the advice I shall

pass on to the president.



- Yes, sir.

- Yes, that's right.






- Sam.

- Bob, welcome to Trinity.



- Here she is.

- Can I grab one?



- It's all right.

- Good trip?



- Are you the accountable officer?

- Yes.



- This will be for you.

- What's that?



It states that the University

of California hands over



a plutonium core of a nuclear device

to the United States Army.



Put more simply,

it's a bill for two billion dollars.



Now, let me show you

what else your money's bought.



The initiator.



And the other half.



Now, all we gotta do

is throw them together and...



Well, let's begin final assembly.



OK, Mr. Merriman.



Well, you're quiet.



It's coming close, what you're

working towards, isn't it?






I can feel it pressing down

on everybody.



There's something going on here.



It's got everybody mesmerized,

doesn't it?






There's a regular run

on sleeping pills and aspirin.



And it's not just the work,

it's something else.



- Look, I know you can't talk about it.

- I can't.



Well, then talk to Dr. Oppenheimer.



I mean, if anyone has,

he'll have thought it through, right?






Touch me.






Isn't that a beautiful word?






I want to make love.



And I want a future.



That's what I really want...



...for you and me.



So do I.



- Oh, for chrissake, George.

- This pitting, must be the mold.



I'm not an explosives expert,

but I've been called



to look at something

that's unacceptable.



We must use hand lathings.



You should have used hand

lathings before.



- Hand lathings, you know what it is?

- Yes.



- Michael, what are you doing here?

- Chicago, Leo Szilard.



I read it on the train.



- Well, what do you think about it?

- It unnerved me.



Are we gonna discuss this ever?



Amongst ourselves?



- Are we going on?

- I don't see anyone stopping.



Now, look, we've been asked

to solve a technical problem,



to build this device.

We're not responsible for its use.



Oppie, it's for you.



Peter's got revised figures.



Look, let me keep this paper.



We're expecting the initiator.

We need your lab results, all right?



All right?



All right.



Everybody ready?



- Meter's ready.

- Here we go.















Got it? Forty.

Everybody back, right now.



Behind the wall.



Turn it off!



Nobody move! Don't anybody move!



Damn it!



Take off everything metal. Drop it.



Mark the positions

you're standing in and get out.



The incident never happened.



If anyone should ask,

it did not happen.



Everybody should make it.



Except me.



I'm dead.



Doctor! Doctor!

I've been looking all over for you.



We've got a problem.



- Bad allergy.

- When?



- An hour ago. They're bringing him in.

- Who?



Mr. Merriman.



- Michael?

- Yes, sir.



Oh, shit.



Let's go.



- Come on, let's go!

- Yes, sir.



This one won't do.



- In here. This one's good.

- Take it easy. All right, all right.



- Michael, what's the matter?

- Nothing, everything's fine.



- Doctor, how much did he get?

- More than   ,    rads.



- Goddamn it.

- What's happening?



Sweetheart, it's under control.

Everything's under control, OK?



- Steven, what's going on?

- You should not be here.



Excuse me, there's no patient here.



No one's to hear about this.

Not Oppenheimer. Nobody.



- OK?

- Goddamn it, what happened here?



I want this ward sealed off.

Come with me.



I want military doctors in here.



Get the hell out of here!



It's the detonation circuits.



I don't know.

I would like another    hours.



I think so, but I can't be certain.



I said one more day.

I need one more day.



No, no, Merriman brought me

a copy from Chicago.



Some of the physicists

have signed it.



Pinko fruitcakes. Get that thing

to work, I'm gonna drop it on Chicago.



I swear I will.



Yes, I hear you. You hear me?

Finish the damn thing. That's an order.



Well, I got other business.



But I got a plane. I'll be there.



Every time I turn around,

somebody gets to him.



Now they're talking about postponing.



- Cleared for Washington?

- Yes, sir. We are.



''Truman, Stimson arrive Potsdam

for conference with Stalin.



''Advise results of Trinity Test soonest.''



Stalin's gonna eat Truman alive

at this meeting.



- Unless we...

- Yes, unless...



...we give the president something

lethal to stick in his back pocket.



I'll tell you something

it won't be...postponement.



Oh, Lord...so close.






Keep going down slow.



His heart looks larger. Could be

fluid in the pericardial sac.



- Radiation induced?

- Probably.



It's almost doubled in size overnight.



If this continues, his heart will drown.



- Is he lucid?

- In and out.



There's tremendous brain swelling

from the radiation.



- What happens next?

- I don't know. I mean, I have no idea.



No human being's ever gotten

this dose of radiation before.



He's dying from the inside out.



Other problems. His gastrointestinal

tract has been destroyed by radiation.



Excuse me, doctors.



You've got to believe

we're doing everything we know how.



Absolutely everything.



It's not gonna do any good

to have you ripping yourself apart.



- You've gotta go home and sleep.

- Richard, I can't.



- Some orange.

- Sure is.



Hey, Oppie?



Look out!






- Hornig?

- It's all right.



The other safety's holding.



Does anybody else need a martini?



- What's the word?

- Oppie, it doesn't look good.



We have a chance of thunderstorms

over the next five days. I'm sorry.



I'm not telling you

what this guy's got up there.



- Why wasn't I told?

- Too much panic.



- How is he?

- Difficult to tell.



- I'd like to see him.

- We're not permitting visits.



But the men who were

with him have been spoken to.



Security. Delicate time.



He's a strong young man.

He'll pull through.



Schoenfield, how is he?



- Is he conscious?

- He's in and out.



He wants to know

if you read the petition.



- It means a lot to him.

- Yes, I have.



And then, that's it? That's all?



Yes, I have and then now

I wash my hands of it?



Now wait a minute, Oppenheimer.



I got a friend falling apart

who thinks you got the answers.



That's what you let him think.



Do you know what the Christ is going

on, or is the whole thing out of control?



If you're trying to make a point,

what is it?



I have spent the last

two years of my life



putting up with all your security

and your secrecy and your control.



I don't think that bullshit

was to keep what was going on



from the Germans

or the Japanese or the Russians.



It's to keep it from

American Jacks and Jills



because they may not

like what's going on.



American people don't

want to know what's going on.



They want to know

that their sons are alive.



I'm doing everything in my power

to see that they do.



Like Oak Ridge, where they're

injecting ill and old



people with huge doses of plutonium?



I don't know about Oak Ridge,

but if you want to ask



what's happening, ask this:

Will it be big enough?



Big enough to scare all of us

and make us stop and think?



Big enough to stop all war forever?

You want to ask a question, ask that.



Look, I've seen Oak Ridge, all right?



That place wasn't built

to make one or two bombs.



It was built to make

thousands of them. Thousands.



And soon everybody's

gonna have a bomb. They will.



What do they do with them?

Sit and wait till they go off, until ''boom''?



Then we got one world

full of Michael Merrimans



dying from the inside out.

Is that what you're looking for?



Because that's the future

you've made for us.



Hey, Oppenheimer! Oppenheimer,

you ought to stop playing God



because you are not good at it

and the position is taken.



His pressure's falling fast.

You've got to get that fluid out now.



Needle, Michael.



OK, you're in. Start to pull it back.



Hang in, Michael.



Hang in, pal.



Come on, doc.



Pressure's starting to rise.

It's coming up slowly.



- Robert, you have to get some sleep.

- God.



I'm in a dark place.



We've all cooked this stew.



The Germans and the Japanese

and the Americans and the Brits.



It's an ugliness that goes back.

It goes way back.



I'm not a scientist anymore.



I'm a goddamn functionary.



I've got to stay in control.



I've got to control who gets this thing.



Power and control,

it's all I ever hear about anymore.



Doesn't life matter to you?



What about love and understanding?



I thought that's what science

was all about.



I just wanted us to work.



Does everything have to be

sacrificed to this...thing?



I put up with...






because I thought you needed her.



And I thought you'd give

her up because of me.



But she didn't count.



I don't count. Nothing counts for you

anymore except this damn bomb.



That's what it is.



But it's not your only creation.



There are the children.



And you need my love and support.

I know.



I don't...



I don't know where it is.



Why me?



Why did he pick me?



- Panton!

- Sir?



Security's a mess. Nobody at

the checkpoint. Nobody up here.



- What do you think this is, a beach?

- No, sir.



We've got to call a halt.

The weather is unpredictable.



We are not calling a halt

on account of weather.



With the wind we could send

radioactive junk all the way to Amarillo.



You The New York Times reporter?

I want three reports.



One if we succeed, one if we fail

and one if we disintegrate.



With the wind blowing this direction,

Amarillo could get a fallout.



- Fermi's right.

- No, I'm saying no.



The decision is mine!



- Do you understand?

- We can't do it.



We go ahead with this. Sergeant,

do something about that dog.



You sound like you're planning

a railway schedule.



No, you are trying to uninvent this.



I can do it without you.



Well, if you do and I've said no

and something goes wrong...



Get in the car.



Hurry up.

What are you waiting on?



Sir, it looks like it's clearing up.



You know, you build to a moment,



and then you grab it,

or it will go right by you.



You always thought that

I would do this, didn't you?



Can you buck your own nature?



What will it be like?






It's your baby.



Do it.






He said it's a go.



Let's go.



Start the countdown.

Come on. It's a go.



- Let's go! Move it out!

- Wilson, wake up!



- Wake up the dragon.

- Let's go. Let's go.



Power on.



- Power on.

- Synchronization relays one open.



Synchronization relay one open.



- Synchronization relays two open.

- Synchronization relays two open.



I love you, Michael.






Breathe easy.






Easy, come back to the ice.



It's OK, here's the ice.



Kathleen, what are you doing in here?



Kathleen? God!



Come on, come on, sweetheart.



- You simply can't be here, sweetheart.

- I had to be with him.



I wanted to tell him I love him,

because he's going to die.



Detonation relays four open.



Well, it's armed.



- Now it's up to the bunker.

- Let's get down from here.



Well, I've always believed

that the Lord was on our side.



And I think now we're gonna prove it.



- Must be from the military base.

- Enrico, what do you bet on the yield?



I bet we set fire to the atmosphere.



If we're lucky,

we only wipe out New Mexico.



If we can ignite the air,

we finish off the planet. Any takers?



I kind of hope the damn thing

doesn't go off.



What the hell is that?



It's The Nutcracker Suite.



I can't get rid of it.



- Go to six-five.

- Six-five.



- OK, try seven.

- Seven.



Charging the device.



Robert, over here.



The device is fully charged.



It is now zero minus    seconds.










-          ,      ...

- Where is that music coming from?



It's a ground channel.

I can't get rid of it.



            ,   ...



Goddamn music.


















          , ten,



nine, eight, seven, six, five,



four, three, two, one, zero.



Kathleen, my love.

You asked me a question once.



Was it instinct to save a life

or to take it?



Well, I don't know, my darling.



All I do know is that

if we are free to choose,



I hope to God

we choose life over death.



Not because I believe the implacable

universe cares a damn,



but because as I look at you,

my darling,



I realize how glorious,



how magical life can be.


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