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Previously on Genius...
Einstein may be the brightest mind
I have yet taught.
PERNET: He's a menace!
(yelling)
You are skipping classes
and challenging your instructors.
What I want to know, sir, is why?
My name is Professor Philipp Lenard.
- Herr Professor. - Mileva Maric.
One doesn't lose track of the sole woman in the room.
MILOS: She's up all night, filling her brain with things
I can't begin to understand.
Then how do you know she understands them?
EINSTEIN: I'm head over heels in love
with your mind. Be my partner.
In life, in love,
in endless scientific pursuit.
PAULINE: How is Marie? Everyone is quite excited.
- About what? - The courtship, of course...
- the potential of it! - I'm going to be a professor.
I will think for thinking's sake.
That is the most indulgent thing
- I've ever heard. - Oh, don't leave
like this, Albert.
Liar! How could you be
so careless with my heart?!
Physics should be an adventure.
Herr Einstein, enough!
Fail him if you must.
I am no longer concerned for his future.
- Miza! - Hello, Papa.
I am so sorry, Papa. I failed you.
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(mechanical humming)
(humming stops, resumes)
(whispering): Oh, my God.
- (click) - (humming stops)
Oh, my God.
Hold still there,
- please. - (humming resumes)
(humming stops)
WOMAN: I don't... understand.
MAN: It's a photograph, Anna,
of the bones beneath your skin.
Dear God, Wilhelm.
I have seen
my own death.
It is wonderful, isn't it?
Wilhelm...
you are going to be famous.
♪ ♪
KATHARINA: I still don't understand, Philipp.
The invention is yours, is it not?
The modification to the cathode ray tube he used
were my innovation, yes.
This imposter, what's his name?
- Rontgen. - Well, if I read this article correctly,
this Rontgen fellow merely noticed something
using your invention.
He made an observation, yes.
An observation.
There. Taste your eggs.
Make an observation about them.
Too salty, perhaps?
Does that mean you cooked the damn things?
- No. - Of course not.
Because to make such a claim would be absurd.
He's snatched the credit
you justly deserve.
(snaps newspaper)
(exhales): How could I have missed it?
You'll make it right, my love.
I believe in you.
Your brilliance will be recognized.
EINSTEIN: I don't care about awards,
Michele, I care about science,
about understanding the world around me.
I'm not interested in shiny medals.
This is not just any award... it's called the Nobel Prize.
Says here it is to be awarded annually, and beyond notoriety
it comes with a great deal of money.
- Money? - Just think...
wealth and fame for being a physicist.
You are brilliant, Albert, you could win one.
Right now I'd trade ten of these Nobel Prizes
for a teaching job.
♪ ♪
Steady.
I've clearly miscalculated the salary
- of an assistant professor. - Don't be thick.
I won it in a bet with the head of my department.
This sultry beast... 'tis only mine till sundown.
- BESSO: What was the bet? - I'm sure it's a riveting yarn,
and I'm happy to suffer through the whole damn thing
once we're actually on the road to Basel.
My first interview,
and I'm going to be late... perfect.
Like a virginal maiden, Albert, this machine needs
to be delicately wooed to a state of agitation.
If Marcel's history with the ladies is any predictor,
we'll be on the road by next Tuesday.
Albert, you will sweat
through that suit if you don't calm down.
Michele, I have sent my paper
to every halfway decent university in Europe,
and I've been rejected everywhere.
This is the first bite of the apple I've had.
Mileva's getting impatient.
Mileva? She's in Serbia... what does she have...?
- (engine starts) - Ah!
An historic day... Marcel Grossmann
finally gets something all hot and bothered.
Ah...
(exhales)
MAN: The capillary effect has been
well studied, Herr Einstein.
Your disquisition hardly adds
to the body of knowledge.
To say nothing of your verbose style.
The reading experience is undeniably taxing.
I would be remiss
to challenge your opinions, Herr Professor.
Science is not about opinions.
What I mean to say, Herr Professor, is...
you make many observations I hadn't considered,
much to my regret.
(chuckles softly)
Your record does you credit, I must admit.
And despite a large field
of gifted applicants, it seems that you're somehow
the most qualified candidate we've yet met.
I shall send your name
up to the committee for approval.
Thank you.
Thank... thank you.
MILEVA: Albert hasn't abandoned me, Papa.
Then where is he?
Tell me that.
Getting settled.
I need a home to return to once I've had the baby.
And then what?
Miza. Then what?
You change diapers all day long?
Wipe noses?
Sing lullabies?
No. I will earn my degree, Papa.
- I swear it. - For years,
I taught you never to rely on a man for anything.
Do I really need to explain the situation to you, Papa?
I just don't want you to punish yourself
for the rest of your life.
Not for making a mistake one night.
It wasn't a mistake.
And it certainly wasn't one night.
You were in Zurich... the Swiss are experts
at taking care of unfortunate circumstances.
I would never do such a thing!
I want to have Albert's child.
(shudders) I want more for you.
If you believe in me,
Papa, at least give Albert a chance.
♪ ♪
(door opens)
(door slams)
(hinges squeak)
(door opens)
(door creaks)
Herr Einstein.
Good evening, Frau Schnellham.
You're quite the kitty, sneaking all about.
Just testing your impeccable hearing.
Still top-notch.
Do you have the rent or not?
Not.
You know your way out, then,
- kitty. - I've secured a position.
I'm merely awaiting
a final letter of approval.
Then it isn't secured, is it?
Well, perhaps there's word today.
I-I would check the post, but...
seeing as you've confiscated
my mail key...
Please, Frau Schnellham.
(sighs)
Many prominent academics and leading thinkers in the field
are talking favorably of my work.
(opening envelope)
Well?
EINSTEIN: I was given the impression
that the job was mine but for a formality.
I've made many inquiries in search of answers,
but I've been met with silence.
So you have come for help, then.
Just... a small favor,
Herr Professor, a letter of recommendation,
perhaps.
Perhaps, uh, like,
uh, this one.
(clears throat)
"Esteemed Herr Weber, forgive my impudence
"in writing you directly,
"but I beg you to intercede on behalf of my poor Albert.
As a concerned father..."
My father?
Herr Professor, I...
I had no idea.
I would... I would never ask my father
to intercede on my behalf.
Frankly, I'm mortified.
As you should be.
Like any other recent graduate, I am only asking
that you put in a word with potential employers.
Oh, but I have.
Many universities have sought my counsel
on your intellect and your character.
But in good conscience
I have not and I cannot...
recommend your character.
You gave me an unfavorable recommendation?
Several, in fact.
But that's sabotage.
You openly challenged my authority.
You publicly disrespected me.
How am I to justify sticking my head above the grass for you
when there are so many qualified alumni
who have actually earned my respect?
But this is my reputation we're talking about.
And mine, too!
If I recommend someone and they fail to live up
to my endorsement, how do I look?
But you don't understand, sir.
I have... I have obligations.
(chuckles) Obligations.
You are what? 22?
An unknown, unattached, healthy young man.
What obligations could you possibly have?
EINSTEIN: My name is ruined! All because I couldn't keep
my stupid mouth shut in Weber's class.
I already wrote to Mileva to tell her I got the job.
Mileva? What has she got to do with this?
Put in a good word for me, Marcel, in your department.
I am a flea on the smelly ass of academia.
No one cares what I have to say.
But there is a position I know of.
Decent wage, steady hours.
What is it?
It's in Bern at the patent office.
Um, clerical position, but very interesting work.
You could employ some of your engineering knowledge.
I'm a scientist, Marcel!
I'm better than a clerkship.
- You need money. - I need a thought,
a paper that can show people what I can do; I need time.
No, you need a job.
Why not ask your father
could he set you up in the factory in Milan?
Because he humiliated me.
I'm done with him, after the letter to Weber.
Did it ever occur to you that perhaps your father
reached out to Weber because he cares about you?
Be practical, Albert.
If you will not get a real job,
how on earth will you survive?
Hmm?
♪ ♪
MAN: Whoa.
Maja.
Big brother.
We missed you in Milan.
I thought it would be best
to meet you and Mother here.
Because Father is not with us?
You can't ignore him forever.
He's hurt, Albert.
I'm... I'm not ready to face him.
Not until you feel you've made something of yourself.
Only then will you be able to tell him he was wrong about you?
How's Mother?
Did you really have to send her
a photo of your Serbian temptress?
I thought she might like it.
What she really liked was Marie.
She was counting on you two getting married,
so don't mention Mileva.
(sighs)
PAULINE: Tell me everything that's been happening.
I'm sure the world is beating down your door.
I'm, uh, developing many new ideas.
Won't be long before I'm recognized for my work.
(chuckles)
But, um,
right now, Mother,
the-the truth is, I need money.
Your father's business
needed another infusion of capital, darling.
I can't go to my brother again.
I'm afraid the well is dry.
You'll have to manage on your own.
If there's such pressing money concerns,
then why are you taking such lavish holidays?
Lower your voice, dear.
We must keep up appearances.
If only Marie were here to teach you some manners.
Marie and I are finished.
And it seems to me, if you apologize
for your boorish behavior,
you may have a chance to win her back.
Mother, you know very well
that I have someone else now.
What? That creature in the photo you sent?
- She isn't even Jewish. - Neither is Marie.
Well, at least she isn't Slavic.
- What does that mean? - Mother.
- Be... She'll be the end of you, - Albert.
She's just a nasty little witch.
She is no witch.
She's my wife.
(gasps)
Oh.
(crying)
You married that girl?
No, of course not.
Then why did you say that you did?
Because I can't stand the way that Mother talks about Mileva
and I don't want to give her the satisfaction
of thinking she can tell me what to do.
So then you're not marrying Mileva.
(sighs)
I'm going to have to.
How... How far along is she?
- Six months. - God, Albert.
I don't know what I'm supposed to say. Congratulations?
Are you happy about this?
I love her, Maja.
She's-She's like nobody I've ever met before.
I felt this... this pull towards her.
Since I saw her, I... I should be thrilled, but...
But?
Well, now I feel this opposing force
pulling me down.
I'm just getting started with my life.
I'm-I'm worried that if I marry her,
I'll never take flight.
What other choice do you have?
You have a visitor.
MILEVA: A visitor? But who could...?
Sir.
This is quite unexpected.
My dear, it is wonderful to see you.
I would stand, but you may remember my hip.
It's been acting up.
Yes, of course.
I have to say I was overjoyed
when your father paid a visit
to inform me that my finest student was back in town.
But I have to admit this is not merely a social call.
- No? - I am here
to offer you a teaching position
for the spring term.
It is time we had a woman
on the permanent faculty.
It is a new era.
MILEVA: How could you ambush me like that?
What if he'd seen my belly?
My secret would be out.
Calm yourself, Mileva.
I just wanted you to know
that there is an alternative.
Einstein used to write you every day.
Now it's once a week at most.
He's... he's very busy, Papa.
Or maybe he has lost interest?
You deduced all of that
by the frequency of his letters?
And so now you want me to settle for being a schoolmarm?
Perhaps you could teach physics?
You could use the skills you have learned.
Are you giving up on me, Papa?
I'm giving up on Einstein.
He can't even get a job.
You're wrong.
He has a job.
- Yeah. - Teaching.
But what is the ether?
What kind of substance has such remarkable properties?
One has to twist all of physics into knots
just to make it work, but it must exist, or else...
Are you a Jew?
I subscribe to no religion.
You look like a Jew.
Are you sliced? Down there?
Does it feel odd to fornicate
if you're sliced?
Timo, your father isn't paying me to tutor you
about the ins and outs of... about girls,
but if you'll indulge me,
I'll show you that mathematics
is as elegant as the finest of women,
and just like women,
it might seem intimidating at first,
but the truth is anyone can do it.
LENARD: Almost anyone with rudimentary learning
could achieve the same results.
All these prints were taken by me
using my own tubes, not Rontgen's.
It's one thing that you were able to duplicate his outcome,
but are you implying that Rontgen
actually poached your tube model?
Sir, not only did he appropriate my design,
he wrote to me asking for supplies.
Supplies which are very difficult to come by,
and I did graciously comply.
Only to be stabbed in the back,
flank and front for my selfless deed.
Yes, but why should any of this concern the academy?
LENARD: Professor Plom,
the Nobel Committee is considering candidates.
If Rontgen receives recognition
for something that isn't all his,
then the entire fabric of this institution is under attack.
Unlike Rontgen,
I'm seeking neither fame nor money.
I am defending science itself.
PLOM: What specifically are you asking us to do?
Compose a letter of support to the Nobel Committee, hmm?
Immediately.
May we have the room, Philipp?
Hmm, yeah.
(door closes)
He's bringing politics into science.
I can't condone it.
It's beneath us all.
PLOM: Still, imagine how we would feel
if an inferior talent snatched recognition
for one of our achievements.
A bit of ink, it costs us nothing.
ALBERT: Dearest Mileva,
I understand you're upset I haven't written,
but I've been terribly busy.
And while I'd love nothing more
than to have you visit,
I haven't had time to furnish my new dwelling.
If you still wish to rendezvous,
I only request it be somewhere
discreet to avoid gossip.
MARIJA A secluded inn.
As if your present situation weren't scandal enough.
Mama, please.
It's only for a few days.
A few days.
An unmarried, pregnant woman traveling on her own.
What will people say?
Your name, madam?
Mileva Einstein.
My husband should have already arrived.
No, I don't believe so.
If you'd just show me to my room,
I've had a very exhausting day of travel.
My husband had business to transact.
He'll arrive any moment.
Please.
(speaks indistinctly)
(thunder rumbles)
♪ ♪
(footsteps approaching)
(knocking on door)
Herr Ebersold.
Forgetting something, Einstein?
Oh, God, yes, actually. I'm late for my train.
I mean Timo, Einstein.
My boy.
You were scheduled to tutor him this afternoon.
I'll make it up to you, sir.
I'm not finished,
Herr Einstein.
His marks are lower than when you started.
What are you teaching the boy, Einstein?
Well, we have touched occasionally
on subjects, I admit,
that are a bit ambitious.
Yes, Timo told me.
Heat transfers, ether,
hypothetical atoms, something called quanta.
He needed help with algebra.
But what good is algebra if you have no understanding
of how it applies to the larger questions of science?
You're fired, Einstein.
(footsteps receding)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(door opens)
Where have you been?
I'm so sorry, I was... (clears throat)
I was working and then-then
I got, uh, distracted, and when I looked up...
How could you leave me here?
Do you have any idea what it's like to be a pregnant woman
traveling this country alone?
Dollie.
Of course you don't.
I'm so stupid.
No, you're not stupid. You're brilliant. Come on.
Look, I'm here now,
and that's what's important, my love.
Let me explain, you'll understand everything.
Radiation quanta.
Planck's concept.
Radiation quanta?
This could be the breakthrough
that I've been searching for.
You didn't come to be with me,
you came to use me to help you with math.
No, I was...
Why did I expect any different?
You-you write page after page about work in your letters,
but you almost never ask about me.
- That isn't true. - I search endlessly
for some caring emotion
like a pig digging for truffles,
but I never find it.
At least I know my father was right about one thing.
- And what's that? - You're too damn selfish
to be a good husband.
I've defended you to everyone.
And now I feel like a fool.
None of them have ever met you,
and yet they saw you more clearly than I did.
That's nonsense. Mileva, do you...
You're having my child.
And what a mistake that was.
I'll live with the consequences
forever.
But at least the child and I won't have you to let us down.
What are you saying?
I'm fairly certain I just said it.
Don't act like you want to marry me.
I know you don't.
I missed the train because I was distracted.
I couldn't wait
to share my ideas with you.
Not because they promise glory for me, but because...
it was like peeking through a keyhole to our future.
The two of us. Huh?
Mileva...
you're the love of my life.
And I will do the right thing for you
and this child.
I promise.
GROSSMANN: "Private lessons in mathematics and physics,
"given most thoroughly by Albert Einstein.
Trial lesson free."
Sounds promising.
This is a new low, Albert.
It's just temporary till I find something better.
GROSSMANN: If you're in such straits,
the job in the patent office is still open, and...
I'm a scientist.
I'm not a damn clerk.
I just need time to finish my new paper.
Paper?
What paper, Albert?
Radiation packets.
Planck calls them "quanta."
You do realize that radiation quanta
is an academic idea. Planck himself does not believe
- they describe reality. - Planck himself is wrong.
- (chuckles) - You'll see.
Someone else can rot in a patent office.
MAN: Albert Einstein?
Maurice Solovine.
How do you do?
Sir, if I owe you money,
then I'm afraid you'll have to get in line.
Are you not Albert Einstein?
You are here for physics?
Indeed.
But recreationally.
My friends accuse me of being a bored dilettante,
to which I plead guilty as charged.
I've studied biology, philosophy,
literature, art.
Physics is the next logical subject
in my illogical curriculum.
I think I have room in my schedule.
When would you like to start?
I'm here now, Einstein.
The first lesson is free, Herr...
(inhales): What was your name again?
Solovine.
I tell you what. I'll pay anyway,
provided you submit
to a change of venue.
SOLOVINE: The previous occupant
has done a garish rococo treatment,
so I will spend a good chunk of my father's money
scraping the fairy tale out of the place.
(sighs): Here's the wine.
Now, where are the women to pour it over?
(laughs)
Albert, this is Conrad Habicht.
Lout, wretch,
altogether bad influence, and my brother-in-arms.
Conrad, this is Albert Einstein,
the most promising,
illustrious young physicist of his generation.
Mmm. Well, I just hope he's better
than that horrid fencing instructor
you wasted our money on.
Damn near impaled myself.
- (laughs) - (sighs)
Well, come on, Einstein.
We are your captive audience.
Go on, Einstein.
Dazzle us.
(clears throat)
D-Dazzle.
Y-Yes, right.
Uh, well... Um.
(smacks lips) Uh...
Liquids.
Yes? They run in a tube.
They tend to... They rise
because of what is termed the capillary effect...
I've got a physics question.
So, I was in my bathtub this morning,
and I dunk my head at the same time
as I knock my hairbrush in with my toe.
And it hits the cast iron, and it sounds
quite loud underwater.
Why is that?
Well, um... Indulge me
in something that I like to call a thought experiment.
Let's make waves.
- A hammer hits a string, - (both mouthing)
causing a vibration
which spreads out as a waveform.
In this case, the medium is a disturbance of the air,
which, when it hits your eardrums,
is interpreted as sound.
Unlike matter,
waves travel better through denser materials.
That's why your hairbrush sounded loud.
Put your ears to a rail,
and you can hear locomotives
from miles away when all is silent
an inch above the track.
That's...
- fantastic. - Yes.
But do you want to know what I've really been thinking about?
It's light,
because light from this candelabra, say,
is a wave, just like sound.
But if waves travel better through denser materials,
then why can I put up my hand
and block out the brightest of lights?
SOLOVINE: Yes.
Why?
Well, scientists think that light travels
through its own special, invisible medium.
They call it the ether.
Yeah, but if it's invisible,
- then how do we know it's there? - We don't.
People have been trying to understand this for years.
We can't... We can't see it o-or feel it,
but everywhere that light travels,
the ether is there.
That sounds
pretty fantastical.
- I agree. - (both chuckle)
But it's the best idea we've got.
A wave needs a medium.
But why?
I don't know.
But I intend to find out.
Damn fine show, Einstein.
(mouths)
(baby cries)
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
(children yelling, laughing)
I don't know how you do it, Helene.
(chuckles)
They turn out to be more of a delight
than you can possibly imagine.
What if I don't want children?
Well, it's a bit late for that.
(baby fusses)
I don't know if I can count on Albert.
Well, you can always
count on me,
Mileva.
You've always been my closest friend, Helene.
And you love children.
What if you took my baby?
No, Mileva...
Everything I've worked for...
(chuckles)
Forget I said that.
It's horrid.
I haven't been sleeping... (chuckles)
(baby fusses)
If it is what you need, Mileva...
If it is what you really need...
I will help you.
(breathing raggedly)
(cries)
(sobs)
(Mileva screams, gasps)
(panting)
("Maple Leaf Rag" playing on piano)
(giggles)
(guests laughing)
SOLOVINE: Do you ever feel like you're part
of something larger?
Yes. The universe is so vast.
Lately, we've been trying to measure it,
- but so far... - Albert, Jesus.
I'm talking about
the three of us.
We should codify
our little salon.
We'll meet regularly...
- Nightly. - Nightly. Fine.
With the express purpose of ruminating on philosophy,
science, music, art...
And women.
- (laughs) - And women, too.
But we need a name for our little association.
The honor is yours, Einstein.
You made this possible.
Well, uh, how about...
the Olympia Academy.
SOLOVINE AND HABICHT: The Olympia Academy.
(chuckles) Grand and ridiculous,
equal parts pompous and austere.
Just like its founding members.
(all laugh)
Long live the Olympia Academy.
The Olympia Academy.
(chuckles)
(baby cries)
MILOS: She's the most beautiful girl
in the entire world.
Elizabeth.
Little Lieserl.
That's what I told Albert I want to call her.
Where is he?
Wherever is your father, sweet Lieserl?
(door closes)
(man and woman laugh)
SOLOVINE: Don't linger in the doorway, Einstein.
Didn't your mother teach you any manners?
I only came to say
that I won't be attending this evening's festivities.
Why not?
I have a family matter.
Somebody died?
Ah!
And you're inheriting a tropical island nation, yes?
(chuckles)
I'll return in a few weeks.
- Where are you going? - Serbia.
Serbia?
Einstein...
look in here
and tell me Serbia is more important
than what you see.
Now, go on, tell me.
What's this all about?
I just became a father.
Are you married?
I'm not married to her.
Hmm.
(grunts) Allow me to indulge in a little thought experiment.
- Just imagine a full and turbulent household.
A newborn child,
cawing, soiling herself left and right.
Sleepless nights, chaotic days.
A late rent payment, a haggard wife,
nagging her untidy husband...
- Maurice... - Stay with me now.
This is where it turns naughty.
Your colleagues.
Can you see them?
Huh? Men of inferior intellect.
But untethered by family, they go zipping past you
at the speed of light.
And you're left...
holding a mewling newborn, asking yourself, "How the hell
did I get here?"
It's not as if I can turn back time.
- Why are you torturing me? - My cousin
has a perfectly agreeable situation.
He sends the mother of his boy a stipend
every month.
Everybody happy.
You're talking
about a woman that I love
and the child she just brought into the world.
I... Are you suggesting I abandon them?
Abandon? No.
Send money. Provide help.
But you must not sacrifice your dreams
just to make them happy.
Albert.
You are the most brilliant man I've ever met.
You're going to do great things.
But not if you cinch an anchor
around your neck.
Think about it, Albert.
Maja?
What are you doing here?
I wrote. You didn't answer.
What is it?
It's Father.
He's very sick, Albert.
We must go now.
(knocking)
Herr Professor.
- Thank you. - Yes, sir.
- (shouts) - (shattering)
EINSTEIN: They're giving it to a man named Rontgen.
He's discovered what they're calling X-rays.
- Perhaps you read about it, Papa. - Yeah?
The Nobel is a major new prize.
Maybe you will win one someday, yes?
Hmm.
No. (chuckles)
You were right about me all along, Papa.
I'm... I'm only a dreamer.
No.
No, that's not true.
(gulps) I...
I've never told you this, Papa, but...
when I'm lost,
it's always your voice I hear in my head.
Guiding me.
Maja told me you were angry about the letter
I sent to your professor.
I was only trying to help.
I know.
It was childish of me. I'm so sorry.
It wasn't you
- I was angry with. - (shushing)
Tell me about the girl.
The Serb.
(chuckles softly) Mother doesn't approve.
(scoffs)
Do you love her?
Yes. But it's very complicated.
You're a complex soul, Albert.
(sniffles)
If you've found a woman
who will abide with your peculiarities,
well, miracles should not be sniffed at.
(sniffling)
Marry her.
Marry her.
(gasps Have a big family.
Huh?
(gasps)
The one true blessing in this world
is family.
(gasping)
(exhales)
Leave now.
Go
I'd like to die alone.
(sniffles)
(sniffles)
(Einstein saying kaddish)
ALL: Amen.
(continues saying kaddish)
ALL: Amen.
(priest blessing in Serbian)
(crying)
(shushing softly)
(coughs)
(cries)
(coughing)
- (crying) - (shushes, gasps)
(speaking indistinctly)
(knocking)
Yes?
Telegramma per Albert Einstein.
Thank you.
(bell tolling)
(priest praying in Serbian)
(crying)
(sobbing)