The Colossus of New York

Fantastic!

Fantastic!

If you create any more like this, you'll put the human race out of business.

Don't be so magnanimous, Jerry.

You know that heat sensing detector was your idea.

Oh, now...

stop tearing yourself down, you were about to discover that yourself.

All the same, it was your idea, and as you can see, it's the key to the whole...

May I?

- Congratulations, darling! - Hey Mom, turn off that light!

Not now, Billy, this is much too important.

Your father has just became a famous man.

What do you mean?

International Peace Prize awarded to Jeremy Spensser.

Dr. Jeremy Spensser, 34, son of the distinguished brain surgeon and anatomist,

today received one of the worlds greatest honors for his

contributions toward word peace.

I want to see the movie.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Come on, I'll show you how to reverse the machine.

As head of the World Food Organization,

Mr. Spensser's work with frost-resisting plants

promises to create, out of frozen polar regions of the globe,

a new breadbasket for the world.

Spensser, remarkable for his versatility in this age of specialization,

has contributed significantly toward flood control,

toward the isolation of element 106,

and with his brother Henry, achieved a significant new development in automation.

It's all sort of, ah

premature, isn't it?

I mean, an award for peace, with

peace still so very far away.

- Will it ever come any closer? - Oh, yes, yes. I think he can.

If the people of the world get enough to eat, war might just become obsolete.

And that's what you're going to work towards.

As soon as we come back from Stockholm.

Stockholm?

Oh, now, honey, do we have... do we really have to go?

I have already wired your acceptance.

You know, she always

Dad!

I want to see the machine that works like a man.

Oh, yeah!

Peace Prize Winner Returns

Attention! Flight number 37, now arriving from Stockholm and London.

Landing on the west landing strip.

Passengers should clear customs within the hour. Thank you.

I repeat. Flight number 37, now arriving from Stockholm and London.

Passengers should clear customs within the hour. Thank you.

Dr. Spensser, you must be very proud of your son's achievements.

I am, I am. Of course his present achievements are nothing to his future.

Don't you agree, John?

Oh, I beg your pardon. This is Professor Carrington.

He's Jeremy's oldest and dearest friend.

Well, I believe he's one of the few authentic geniuses in this country.

- Don't you agree, Henry? - That's what I've always been told.

Of course, you know Jeremy's brother Henry.

Brilliant man too, in electronics.

Dr. Spensser, I understand you're one of our foremost brain surgeons.

Tell me, does the brain of a genius look any different from the common garden

variety type brain, say, such as mine?

Afraid not.

You mean to tell me there's no difference in size or shape?

No, none that we've been able to ascertain.

The question of genius has fascinated scientists for centuries, but

many genius brains have been minutely examined and

as far as appearances are concerned, they're

physically identical to any other brain.

Of course, there are variations mind you, to the use that genius is put.

How do you mean, Doctor?

Well, for example, you take men like Machiavelli, like Napoleon.

They used their genius for purely selfish purposes.

They used them to promote their own needs and their own desires.

And I'm very sorry to say, that most people are in that first, primitive level.

Then of course there's the second level,

that of the people who work to satisfy the

needs of their own families and their community.

And then the third and highest level

where they work to satisfy the needs of all humanity.

And I must say my son Jeremy is in that third class

if you'll forgive a doting father.

Look, there's Grandpa!

- Looks like a welcoming committee. - The price you have to pay for fame.

Hi, how are you?

Oh, fine. John, good to see you.

- Marvelous! Did we keep you waiting long? - No... Yes, you did.

Oh, boy!

Get my plane!

Oh, the wind's got his plane. I'll get it, Billy.

Jeremy.

Call an ambulance.

I'm afraid it's too late, sir.

I said call an ambulance!

The ambulance is on the way, sir.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

Oh, Doctor Spensser, I...

I need no one.

He was dead within five seconds.

Then, what's all this about an operation?

What can he do?

I have no idea.

John...

it's been so long. Don't you think that maybe...

Ann, please, no, don't, don't hope for anything.

I did...

I did all I could.

A great man.

A great scientist.

One of those geniuses who enlarged the horizons of human knowledge.

A man still young,

his greatest works still before him.

We are tempted to think that his was a tragically foolish and wasteful death.

This freakish accident seemingly so meaningless.

And yet we must believe that in his infinite wisdom

there is a profound meaning in the loss of...

No!

No!

And you can find a profound meaning out of such a shocking and stupid accident!

Look...

the brain of a genius has been obliterated

because of one fragile bone in the fabric his body.

You can find a meaning to that?

Doctor, there must be something...

Look, I'll give you a meaning, and I'll give you an ugly one.

In these desperate times of world crisis, we have been deprived of true genius!

I agree, but always in critical times, nature

seems to provide us with several men of genius.

Nature? What errant drivel. Don't you realize that Jeremy's brain was unique?

That it was like Darwin's, like Michelangelo, like Da Vinci, like Einstein.

Now, suppose all those great brains

had been allowed to continue their work unhampered by their body.

Think of the advance in civilization.

No, no.

No, I believe that every man, that includes every

great man, is the product of his mind and body.

It's through the divine spark of the Creator that the

interconnection of body and mind

is achieved through the soul.

Oh, now don't speak to me of antiquated notions like a soul.

You-you're a scientist. Can you measure a soul? Can you measure it? Huh?

As a scientist, I believe that any brain, unable to feel hunger and cold,

pleasure and pain, love and hate,

divorced from human experience

must become

dehumanized to the point of

monstrousness.

You are an idiot, an idiot.

I tell you, that in the brain, and in the brain alone, lies the glory of man.

The ability to think, to create, and these...

why, these go on eternally.

I tell you that the brain is supreme, it is immortal and I can prove...

- You...! - Wait. Wait...

this is merely a theoretical discussion.

Oh, yes.

Quite.

Quite theoretical.

He's taking it very badly, isn't he?

I'm worried about him.

He's going to need you, Henry.

That'll be something new.

He's always needed Jeremy before.

He preferred Jeremy...

- loved... - Well, that's all in the past.

Right now, your father needs you.

Do you think that you might be able to stay on here with him for a while?

I don't see why not.

Wonderful girl, Anne.

She's going to have a bad time of it too.

I'll do my best to help her too.

Lonnie...

Jerry...

Uncle Butch...

Billy?

Billy!

I've got something for you.

Billy, you should answer when you're spoken to.

Billy, want to look in my pockets and see what I found for you?

No, you're pretty cold.

Ah, that's even colder.

Now you're warm.

There!

Got it!

Thank you, Uncle Henry.

Very nice!

Want me to show you how it works?

Not tonight.

It's time for bed, darling.

Go on.

Don't forget to come up and tell me a story, Mommy.

All right.

I'm sorry about Billy, Henry.

He's been a little bit difficult since...

Of course.

I wish I could captivate him as easily as he has me.

I'm devoted to him you know,

and to you.

Your martini,

two olives and an onion, right?

Exactly right.