Professor Scott, I'm Doctor Nichols, plant manager. I'm terribly sorry but there's been
an awful mix-up Would you believe I was never told about your visit?
I tried to clear things up, Professor Scott. I explained you'd come all the way her from
Edinburgh on appointment to study methods of manufacturing by Plexicorp, but they don't
seem to know anything about it. Don't know anything about it? I find it hard
to believe that I've come millions of miles. Thousands! Thousands!
Thousands of miles on an invited tour of inspection, only to be...
Professor Scott, if you'll just... I demand to see the owners! I demand...
Professor Scott, just take it easy! Doctor Nichols has offered to take us around the
plant personally. He has?
With pleasure. Well, that's different.
Gregory! Professor...
May my assistant join us? Of course.
Don't bury yourself in the part. Hi!
Hi! A good-looking ship. Huey two oh four, isn't it?
Right on. Do you fly? Oh, here and there. ...I flew something similar
back in my Academy days. All right, then this must be old stuff to
you? Old, yes. But interesting. ...Do you mind
if I ask a few questions? Sure!
Well, this a fine place you have here, Doctor Nichols.
Thank you. I must say, Professor, your knowledge of engineering is most impressive.
Back home, we call him the miracle worker. Indeed. ...May I offer you something, gentlemen?
SCOTT: Doctor Nichols, I may be able to offer something to you.
Yes? I notice you're still working with polymers.
Still? What else would I be working with? Ah, what else indeed? I'll put it another
way. How thick would a piece of your plexiglass need to be, at sixty feet by ten feet to withstand
the pressure of eighteen thousand cubic feet of water?
That's easy, six inches. We carry stuff that big in stock.
Aye, I've noticed. Now suppose, ...just suppose, ...I was to show you a way to manufacture
a wall that would do the same job but be only one inch thick. Would that be worth something
to you, eh? You're joking?
Perhaps the professor could use your computer. Please.
Computer... Computer! Ah! Hello computer?
Just use the keyboard. The keyboard. ...How quaint.
Transparent aluminum? That's the ticket, laddie.
It would take years just to figure out the dynamics of this matrix.
Yes, but you'd be rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
So, is it worth something to you? Or should I just punch up 'clear'.
No! No! ...Not now Madeline! ...What exactly did you have in mind?
Well, a moment alone, please. ...Do you realise of course, if we give him the formula, we're
altering the future. Why? How do we know he didn't invent the thing!
Yeah!