万物理论 The Theory of Everything (2014)【完整台词】

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STEPHEN: Well, come on!

Oh! Come on, old man!

Coming into Trinity Lane.

Oh!
[BELL DINGS]

STEPHEN: Eyes on the road, Brian!

Whoa!

[LAUGHS]

BRIAN: Brian spies an opening!

A-ha!

[CHUCKLES]
Eyes on the staff!

Hawking's lost it!

Whoa!

No!

You lose, Brian.

Too slow, old man. Too slow.

Oh, my goodness. Right.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]

BRIAN: Time for a drink.

STEPHEN: Hello.

[MUSIC PLAYING]
Oo-pah!

[CHUCKLES]

What if the secret of the universe
had something to do with sex, huh?

Maybe do your doctorate on that.

The physics of love.
STEPHEN: I think that's more your field, Brian.

BRIAN: Oh, not lately.

They will boot you out,
you know, if you don't decide.

I know everyone here who's...

Brilliant. Oh, dear.

Scientists.

MAN 1: Ah, yes.
MAN 2: Ah, you made it.

Don't worry, we don't
have to stay for long.

Looks mortifyingly dull.

Bores.
Who's that?

Who's who?

Oh, him? Oh...

He's strange. Clever.

Goes to "Ban the Bomb" marches.

Wilde. Jane Wilde.

Oh, look, there's David. David!

I'll be back in a minute.
Diana! Diana!

Hello.
Hello.

Science.
Arts.

English?
French and Spanish.

What about you? What are you...

Oh, cosmologist, I'm a cosmologist.

What's that?

It's a kind of religion
for intelligent atheists.

Intelligent atheists?
Mmm-hmm.

You're not religious, are you?

C of E.

Church of England?
England, yeah.

[EXHALES]

I suppose someone has to be.

What do cosmologists worship, then?

What do we worship?
Mmm.

One single unifying equation that
explains everything in the universe.

Really?
Yes.

What's the equation?

That is the question.

And a very good question.

I'm not quite sure yet.

But I intend to find out.

JANE: Then why didn't you stay at Oxford?

Because my finals exams
were such a shambles

that the examiners, they
summoned me in for a viva

and they told me that
if I got a second...

What's a viva?

Oh, it's a sort of mildly
terrifying face-to-face thingy.

Like an interview?
An interrogation.

And I told them that if they
gave me a second-class degree,

then I would stay with them
and do my research at Oxford.

But if they gave me the first that
I needed to get into Cambridge,

then they would never
have to see me again.

They gave you the first.

They gave me a first.
Of course.

This party is officially deceased.

Come on, I fixed up a ride home.

Come on, Jane.

Jane.

Well, it was lovely to talk to you.

Yes.

And I hope you find your equation.

Yes. Oh.

Ah. Bye.

STEPHEN: Bye.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DOOR OPENS]

Stephen?
Oh.

Yeah.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, then, here we are.

A little challenge for you all,

as you embark upon your
separate doctoral journeys,

whatever they may be, Mr. Hawking.

Pass them down.

Something to separate
the men from the boys,

the wheat from the chaff,

the mesons from the pi mesons,
the quarks from the quacks.

Ten questions, each more
impregnable than the last.

Good luck. You'll need it.

Shall we say Friday, 3:00?

This is going to hospitalize me.

And, one. Drive!

Two. Drive!
[GRUNTING]

Three. Drive!

Stay long, Brian.
BRIAN: I'll give you something long.

Stay long, Brian! Keep long, Brian!

BRIAN: Shut up!

Long, Brian!
BRIAN: I'm exhausted!

Stay long, Brian!
[YELLS]

[BELL DINGS]

BRIAN: Flip it. Flip it, Wiggs.

[BRIAN LAUGHS]

ELLIS: Somebody else, for once.

Can I get two more of those, please?
BARTENDER: Yeah, sure.

And some change for the payphone.
Yeah.

Steve, you all right, mate?

DIANA: Jane.

No, of course, Timothy turned
out to be an absolute cad.

I mean, you'll never guess who
I saw him with the other day.

Caroline!

For heaven's sake, she can
have him, quite frankly.

What's the probability?

Reasonably low.

Um... This is... This is Stephen.

Do you play croquet?
JANE: Croquet?

Not recently.

Sunday morning.

JANE: Actually busy Sunday mornings.

Oh.

Him.

Okay.

DIANA: Anyway, before I was
completely interrupted...

Come on, get up!

How many did you get?

Morning, Brian.

Good afternoon, Stephen.

How many of the impossible
questions did you do?

Brian, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

How many of Sciama's questions
did you get, Stephen?

None.
You didn't get any?

I was going to do them later.
You haven't even looked at them.

No.

Stephen, are you aware that you
have voluntarily embarked upon

a PhD in physics, at the most
prestigious college in England?

Yes.
Oh.

I thought maybe you'd slept through
the induction or something.

Bri?

What?

Can you whip on some Wagner?

Oh, sod off.

[OPERA MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

[SIGHS]

[GROANS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in, Stephen.
Sorry.

Michael, that's so illegible,

I can't quite decipher how wrong it is.
I suspect enormously.

And, Brian, that's just baffling.

Have you even bothered, Stephen?

Oh, sorry. Uh...

SCIAMA: Right. Train timetables.

STEPHEN: Ah.

That's totally unacceptable.

These expired a month ago.

It's on the back, I
had a little accident.

Ah.

I could only do nine.

SCIAMA: Lord.

Oh, thank God. Bravo.

[MOUTHING] Nine?

SCIAMA: Come in.

Ah, Stephen, take a seat.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I wanted to talk to you
about your subject.