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.
Sir!
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.
Metaphorically.
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 235, 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.
Hallelujah.
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 4:20, no later than 4:29.''
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.
Doctor!
Up here!
Groves, Leslie. Friends call me Dick. Sit down.
Ingenuity.
I love it. Created out of nothing but up here.
Clear!
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?
Focus.
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 1800 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.
Sir!
- 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 accommodations?
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.
So...
...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,
whatever...
...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 109 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 60 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 2:00.
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 235?
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 19 months.
19 months? It seems such a short time.
19 months coincides with our anticipated delivery date
from Oak Ridge. Gentlemen, we have 19 months, that's it...
...to box, wrap and deliver this package.
Are there any dissenters?
No?
Good.
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.
Again.
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 30 pounds.
30 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.
Boom!
- But, Seth, explosives go out. - I know.
But we make one that goes in.
Jesus.
- 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.
Doctor!
- 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 Neddermeyer's...
- 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, general.
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 8th 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?
Good. 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.
Hey!
- Operator. - Berkeley 5558, 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.
Yes?
I won't keep you, general.
Well, you better had.
Banging on my door at 2:00 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!
- 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 1932.
They had a thing together before Oppenheimer was married.
Seems Tatlock ran off.
Things went on the back burner between them till 1942.
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.
Yes?
Yes?!
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.
Blind-sided.
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.
Robert!
- 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 5.
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.
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?
Fine.
We're going to spill the blood before we get to the cocktails.
Jean?
Please...stay tonight.
Please.
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.
Robert.
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?
No.
She's not wrong.
When this war's over, I want to ride the mesa for six months.
No deadlines.
Nothing.
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-235.
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?
Yeah.
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.
- 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.
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?