ALBERT EINSTEIN, younger than we usually see him, his hair still brown and slicked down, is sitting in a private car. He looks out the window sadly as they travel along.
ART CARD: New Jersey – 1939.
The ENGINEER, an older man wearing the stereotypical train outfit, walks by, notices Einstein through the hall window, does a double take, and opens the door.
Are you Albert Einstein?
Einstein is jerked out of his thoughts.
I’m a big fan.
They shake hands.
I thought your last paper on the unified
field theory was brilliant.
Thank you. You read physics papers?
Of course. I’m an engineer.
I wish the president read them, too.
Your meeting didn’t go well?
I managed to convince him that the Nazis
are continuing their heavy water
experiments. He agreed that we needed
to develop our own atomic bombs
before the Germans do. But…
But he didn’t listen to everything I
said. He didn’t believe me about… Ah,
you’ll think I’m crazy, too.
No, go on.
The Nazis are working on something
worse than atomic weapons.
Worse than an atom bomb? What’s
worse than an atom bomb?
(Extreme Close Up)
Robots. Giant robots with death lasers.
Giant robots with death lasers
and sonic disruptors!
Einstein sits back, his intensity gone. Engineer stares at him, horrified.
But nobody believes me. They
think I'm crazy.
I believe you.
Then, young man, you and I are the only
ones who can stop them.
EXT. BATTLEFIELD – DAYECU on JOSEPH GOEBBELS, who grits his teeth as he screams.
CU on Goebbels, firing a laser gun, the light reflecting of a metal chest plate.
FULL SHOT on Goebbels, who is sitting in a GIANT NAZI ROBOT BATTLE MACHINE. He fires on fleeing soldiers, tanks that are reversing away from him, and B-52s that are going down in flames.
(in badly accented English)
Run! Run you American swine!
Einstein, standing alone on a grassy hill, staring at him defiantly.
Minister Goebbels! That’s a nice
toy you’ve created.
(turning to face Einstein)
Einstein! My arch nemesis! How dare
you call my Reich Platform a toy!
Well, I just meant that, next to the
power of gravity and kinetic energy, your
little robot doesn’t stand a chance.
The giant robot swivels and bears down on Einstein, who calmly pulls a pipe out of his pocket and fills it. It stops a few feet away on a train track, towering above him. The weapons power up to vaporize Einstein. Suddenly, a train crashes through the robot, knocking it to the ground, where it explodes.
The Engineer, driving the train, blows the whistle.
He was a steam engine driver.
Einstein, still on the grassy hill, smoking his pipe.
He was a theoretical physicist.
The Engineer leans out of the engine and does a fist bump with Einstein as he goes by.
Together, they are: TRAINS AND EINSTEIN.
Coming this fall to ABC.