for it.
Just go! Worship it.
Go, go! Fuck it for all I care!
Have fun!
I love you. You know that.
Me?! You love me?!
The only thing you worship is
your Universe and your own mind.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes? Yes, this is... Sasha
Greenberg.
You called before, right?
I remember.
You're making a film about
science.
Your wife?
Umm... maybe not.
What does that mean?
It means that I am not sure.
I am afraid I can't give you
definite answers on everything,
not even science.
So, be forewarned.
Scientific progress is a pretty
ambiguous concept.
After Hiroshima, it is very
fashionable to give up science.
It may have been a sixties'
cliche.
But you didn't give up?
I know that and smoking and
drinking are bad for me, but I
haven't given them up.
Besides, I've already mentioned
an ambiguity, an uncertainty.
Science has done a lot of good
too.
So, if I understand you
correctly,
that a science is much like the
presence of your wife:
a definite "maybe". Agree?
Agree. What're you. Would you
like to have dinner with me?
Maybe... There is a certain ambiguity
involved here, an uncertainty.
And you do not approve?
Strangely enough, I kind of like
it.
The Universe is boundless.
Imagine that on a small planet
orbiting a tertiary star,
one of billions of such stars in
an insignificant galaxy,
a group of microscopic creatures
dares to grasp in their minds
the entire extent of the
Universe!
Let us drink to ourselves,
friends,
the most daring representatives
of the daring race of humankind!
What's there to be proud of?
Man's a dirty animal!
The only species with the bent
and ability to self-destruct,
taking the rest of the planet
with it!
I know, I know. Our atmosphere
is polluted.
Our waters are poisoned.
Entire species of animals are
being annihilated!
We are living on a bomb with the
lit fuse, and still we dare to
be proud of ourselves!
And all human family values and
social traditions have collapsed.
For real, do you have a wife or
not?
In the past two years, she's
left four times and come back
three times.
And why?
Why did she come back? We have
a son together, I asked her to...
and, I guess, she does love me.
Why'd she leave?
She says I ruined her career.
She was a scientist before I...
before she had the baby and quit
work to stay home.
You're a male chauvinist?!
Bullshit! I hate those labels!
For the past two years she's
been working anyway.
And before that she's always
done what she's wanted.
I've yet to see a married woman
who does whatever she wants!
You two should get along
splendidly.
My God! You're so beautiful!
Are you Helen?
Nice to meet you. I'm Jill.
In eighteen years, he's never once
said thank you for anything I've done!
What're you talking about?
Did you thank me every time I
came home with a paycheck?
It's ridiculous.
No, it's not. You earned your
paycheck doing what you loved best!
What did I get for my work?!
You've done what women have done
for centuries.
You're such a Male chauvinist!
I never asked for your
sacrifices.
You wanted me to give up my
career!
To compromise all my principles
and live on blood money you got
for making bombs!
Nobody, absolutely nobody forced
you into any of it!
Besides, if you want to talk
about sacrifices, you should
try eating one of your dinners!
I'm an astrophysicist Sasha.
I'm not your cook!
So be an astrophysicist!
Nobody's stopping you.
Professor, you know how much
respect I have for you,
but there is something I wish to
steal.
It is Sasha?
The very one.
Will you permit me?
What can I do?
I can refuse you nothing.
Thank you, professor.
It's so stuffy in here. Let's go
outside for a few minutes.
Come on, let's go.
We'll be back in a minute.
It's right around here.
SASHA (VOICE-OVER):
Moscow. The familiar city of my youth,
and at the same time completely
different.
We've been driving for half an
hour.
A whole half hour without
alcohol.
It might