something.
I'll tell them we're spraying for bugs.
It should just be a day or two, anyways.
-Unless you want to bring them in.
-No, they have their work in there, too.
If Phillip finds out about that
he's going to have to take it apart.
-No. I'm just putting a little tweak on it.
-Yeah, I know. No, you're right.
Abe, it's my garage, okay?
It's not like they're paying rent.
There was value in the thing.
Clearly. Of that they were certain of.
But what is the application?
In a matter of hours...
they had pinned it to everything
from mass transit to satellite launching.
Imagining devices the size of jumbo jets.
Everything would be cheaper.
It was practical and they knew it.
But above all that, beyond the positives...
they knew that the easiest way
to be exploited...
is to sell something
they did not yet understand.
So they kept quiet.
The parties would continue.
Any birthday, anniversary, holiday...
maybe some obscure project launch.
It didn't matter. Any reason would do.
What was important is that Thomas Granger,
their last best hope of funding, show up.
If he left a little earlier than
they would've liked, he couldn't be blamed.
He was only there
to please his daughter Rachel.
And she was only there to please Abe.
What did you say
to Mr. Granger a while ago?
-Did you flip my burger?
-You can't call him Mr. Granger.
You have to call him, like,
Thomas or something.
-Go ahead.
-No, because he won't take you seriously.
-He thinks we're kids.
-If you call him Mr. Granger...
he looks at you like you're a 6-year-old kid.
He does it with me. It won't work anymore.
Abe had taken on the task
of quantifying and explaining the device.
But as weeks became months...
their enthusiasm became a slow realization
that they were out of their depth.
There he is.
I've been calling you all morning.
-Where'd you call?
-Your work and your cell.
I'm not there.
Really?
-March Madness?
-It's Carolina and Michigan.
-Who's up?
-I don't even know what.
Do you have anything important
at work today?
I hope you're not impIying
that any day is unimportant at Cortex Semi.
I was going to come give you
this big speech about how we've been...
friends for a long time and built up trust,
that whole thing.
But how about this instead?
If you ditch work this afternoon and promise
to do the few small things I ask you...
I will in return show you
the most important thing...
that any living organism has ever witnessed.
Well, it looks like mustard to me.
I know, but it's a film. It's a protein...
secreted by a fungus
called Aspergillus Ticor.
He told you that?
No, he knew it was a protein
but didn't know where it came from.
All he really did was just take some pictures
with their equipment.
Guess where we're going.
-Do you know where Will is?
-No, why?
The Ariel meeting
is pushed back till Wednesday.
I thought he was waiting around for it.
Where are you going?
What do they do with engineers
when they turn 40?
-What, Bradshaw?
-Exactly. You know what?
I do know where Will is.
I'll let him know on my way out.
-Okay. Thanks.
-Can you meet me out front?
-You got to drive.
-Okay, here. Take my keys.
Okay, if you can, just pretend
that this is the first time I came in.
And if you would just
tell him exactly what you told me....
-Okay, so what is it?
-Protein buildup.
-Okay, can you just tell him?
-Protein buildup.
-But what kind?
-Some fungus.
-Some fungus.
-Where did it come from?
-I don't know. You were to take it to the lab.
-Yeah, that's next.
-You were in design, weren't you?
-Yeah.
How did you get over here?
Do you know what they do
with engineers when they turn 40?
They take them out and shoot them.
What the hell, Abe?
You could have just shown me the pictures.
-I want you to believe it.
-Believe what, the protein?
-I believe you.
-Okay, look...
this guy already thinks it's a joke,
so he may be a little defensive.
Really? Why would he think that?