application is accepted.
The trial period is three
months.
Come back in three months and we
will marry you.
Three months! What do you mean,
in three months?
Her visa expires in two weeks!
Couldn't you speed it up, in
view of the circumstances?
Young man, we do not make
exceptions or "speed things up"!
The law is the same for
everybody!
I know their tricks. You won't
be able to get a visa for longer
than a month
and we'll never be able to get
married.
Fine! I'll contact the Senate.
I'm going to get you out of here!
The American Senate? What does
it have to do with anything?
Everything.
Sasha, this is Rabbi Katz, this
is Sasha.
Shalom.
Shalom.
The rabbi has kindly agreed to
marry us.
But you're not even Jewish!
Now I am. I converted.
Soviet authorities will not
recognize a marriage performed
by an American rabbi.
But the American Senate will, and
I think the American people will.
And then we'll see what your
authorities will have to say.
(MUSIC)
It was my mother's...
Who knows what's hidden inside
this little figurine.
Who is this?
That was my father. He was killed
in 1945. That's his last picture.
Pictures of military uniforms are
forbidden to leave the country.
But it's from World War Two!
I don't make up the laws. You can
leave it behind or I can cut it.
Go ahead. Cut.
Do you think you've outwitted
the experimenters and returned
from unexplored space?
I wasn't thinking that at all,
Master.
On the contrary, you were right
all along:
one does not return from
unexplored space.
I have merely made another pass
into a new unexplored space.
How long's it been since you've
been here?
Seventeen years.
I'll bet you can't wait to see
your friends!
I can't.
They're gonna tell you how great
everything has become, how
things have changed.
Don't believe them. Our lives
are still pretty hard.
You're a guest? Go right ahead,
I'm not even going to open it.
Go on, your friends are waiting.
Your labyrinth has changed so much,
I can't keep a sense of reality.
I have a persistent feeling I'm
in a dream.
Reality can get a little hazy
when one consumes such vast
amounts of alcohol.
That's why I drink, partially,
to regain a sense of reality.
SASHA (VOICE-OVER):
Reality!
Obviously this word still had
some clear meaning for Gross.
As for me, all such words as
reality, logic, sanity,
time, place lost their sense a
long time ago.
It's amazing. Can I really live here?
Can you really be my wife?
I'm really your wife, and I have
some news for you.
We're going to have a baby!
She found him? Thank God.
Where was he?
What happened?
Brenda lost the baby!
She found him.
Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.
I'm coming.
I'm going to have to quit my
job.
If that's what you really want.
I don't think I have a choice.
I, I used to get so angry
whenever people said
women they only go to college to
get husbands,
but, maybe, they were right.
Daddy has to stay home and work
today and tomorrow too...OK?
We'll play later. I have to work
on the phone.
Anything?
No, it's useless. There are no
open positions anywhere.
How about universities? They are
always looking for someone.
Not all universities have the
means and facilities I need to
continue working on my model.
So, now what?
I don't know.
Hughes wants to hire me.
He keeps calling back.
He's got tons of money.
I remember once you preferred
emigration
to working for the military.
Yes, I had somewhere to emigrate
then.
Oh well, if it's a chance for
you to keep working on your
model, how can I say "no"?
By the way, he is paying triple
of what I get now.
I'm, I'm so tired. So much work
in the house.
God, if you only knew how much I
hate you!
I hate your face, I hate your
voice, I hate the air you breathe!
But most of all I hate that
Universe of yours that consumes
absolutely everything.
It sucked away every single drop
of my life! I've had it.
You go sacrifice somebody else's
life