(SAMUEL L. JACKSON is sitting at a table in an interrogation room. OTTO HAHN is brought in by two guards with a cloth bag over his head. When the GUARDS shove him into his seat, one removes the cloth bag, and they BOTH exit the room closing the door behind them.)
SAMUEL: Hello Otto.
OTTO: You son-of-a-bitch.
SAMUEL: I wouldn't go talking if I were you. I'd just sit there and listen.
OTTO: Are you going to kill me?
SAMUEL: That depends on you. You wanna die?
OTTO: No.
SAMUEL: Then you'll be just fine. People who want to live tend to behave better than those who don't. At least in my experience.
OTTO: What do you want?
SAMUEL: I'm going to explain nuclear fission to you, Otto. And if I get it right, I want you to say 'That's right' and if I've got it wrong, I need you to help me get it right. You got that?
OTTO: What do you need with nuclear fission?
SAMUEL: Now why would you want to concern yourself with unnecessary information? Or as we in the business like to call it--shit that'll get you killed.
OTTO: Are you trying to take over Bolivia again?
SAMUEL: Again? Motherfucker, if I wanted to take over Bolivia it would only take me one try.
OTTO: This is a joke. You don't know anything about nuclear fission.
SAMUEL: Oh I don't? Then how would I know that it's either a nuclear reaction or a radioactive decay process in which the nucleus of a particle splits into smaller parts?
OTTO: You looked that up on Wikipedia.
SAMUEL: I'll Wiki your dick if you're not careful, motherfucker.
OTTO: What does that even mean?
SAMUEL: Don't worry about it.
OTTO: It sounds gay.
SAMUEL: I SAID NOT TO WORRY ABOUT IT!
(A beat.)
OTTO: What else do you know?
SAMUEL: I know what Fritz told me.
OTTO: Fritz Strassman? You got to him?
SAMUEL: He sang like a canary taking a shit on Christmas.
OTTO: I don't--okay.
SAMUEL: Told me about the photons. The protons. The Motowns. The Deftones. The ringtones. The Home Alone's.
OTTO: You know, for a second, I actually started to worry that you were capable of doing real damage with the knowledge I could give you.
SAMUEL: Bitch, I know about nuclear transmutation.
OTTO: That's not going to get you anywhere.
SAMUEL: I think it will, Otto. I think it will.
OTTO: You need me to connect the dots. Put the pieces together. All you have is a lot of puzzle pieces that you can't put together.
SAMUEL: That's why you're here.
OTTO: It won't work. It would take me years to teach you what I know. Months even!
SAMUEL: Months is less than years.
OTTO: Yeah, I know, I thought about it, and 'years' seemed like a stretch.
SAMUEL: I got all the time in the world, Otto.
OTTO: And what are you going to do with me once I'm done helping you.
SAMUEL: You'll be released.
OTTO: A likely story.
SAMUEL: As soon as you're finished watching every movie I've ever been in.
(A pause.)
OTTO: What?
SAMUEL: Gotta keep you in line, Otto. Gotta remind you who's boss. Besides, I think it's about time you started appreciating my acting prowess.
OTTO: But I won't live long enough to watch all those movies. And even if I did--you want me to watch The Spirit? Jumper? Resurrecting the Champ?
SAMUEL: It'll be over before you--
OTTO: Kill me.
SAMUEL: What?
OTTO: You heard me.
SAMUEL: Otto, think about what you're saying.
OTTO: I'd rather die than watch Freedomland. Kill me.
SAMUEL: Otto--
OTTO: Fine. I'll tell you about nuclear fission. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just please don't make me watch that XXX sequel.
SAMUEL: This is--
OTTO: Getting Ice Cube to replace Vin Diesel? What were you thinking?
SAMUEL: I didn't cast the damn--Hey, shut up!
OTTO: Get me a pen and paper. I'll write down everything you need to know.
SAMUEL: Well, that was...easy. I'll be right back.
(He starts to leave.)
SAMUEL: Oh, but while I'm gone, someone's going to take you into the viewing room and show you Coach Carter and S.W.A.T.
OTTO: What?!?
SAMUEL: A little double feature.
OTTO: No!
SAMUEL: See you on the flip side, Otto.
OTTO: No!
(SAMUEL leaves.)
OTTO: Nooooooooo!
(The lights go out.)
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