The Farnsworth Invention is a stage play by Aaron Sorkin adapted from an unproduced screenplay about Philo Farnsworth's invention of the television[clarify] and David Sarnoff, the RCA president who stole the design. Prologue A light comes up on DAVID SARNOFF, who addresses the. widget to get ebook that you want. Download PDF The Farnsworth Invention eBook - Aaron Sorkin The Farnsworth Discover ideas about Scripts. The Farnsworth Invention by Aaron Sorkin and Download Online Unlimited eBooks, PDF Book, Audio Book or Epub for free Characters 15 male, 3 female.

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Douglas W. We got all the other wireless stations on the Atlantic coast to shut down to avoid interference. Would there have been interference? Who got them to do that?

He did. Theodore Meriweather. And Julianne? Julianne Meriweather? Who is that guy? David Sarnoff. And American Marconi was on the map. By Congressional mandate, American Marconi had to be sold and they asked the General Electric Corporation to pick it up for some lunch money. The Radio Corporation of America! It was an executive job but the one no one else wanted. Exactly what do you have in mind for future uses of radio? Farm reports. Weather reports for farmers. And music. And music is right.

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Information and entertainment. A network of radio stations, all under the RCA banner, broadcasting a signal to millions of living rooms with RCA radio receivers. Philo Farnsworth was out of high school, out of the Navy and after a year at Brigham Young, he ran out of money for tuition.

It was time to build a television set. PHILO enters. Philo Farnsworth. This is my partner, Leslie Gorrell. Which side? Which side was he on in the war? It was a war, George! And you gotta tell people? We went in on a car together. That roadster outside?

Leslie hates the car. Mint condition, reliable. What should we rely upon it for exactly? What the hell was your name again? And what do you want? You want how much? Bare bones. This is the Community Chest. We raise money for charities. What letter? I sent him a letter.

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It was in response to my letter. Which said? That I was seeking investors for an idea I have for something that would transmit pictures through the air.

Are you losing your mind? If it helps, I can tell you that sound would be synchronized and transmitted simultaneously. Would it? And you wrote back saying? That it sounded very interesting. We always talk about maybe getting involved in an endeavor. What is it you want to do? His single consolation was that one day, he would matter. And none of them ever would. But Colin knew better. And so both Colin and his parents were utterly pleased and relieved when, just after the start of third grade, Colin Singleton proved his sociological well-being by briefly winning the heart of the prettiest eight-year-old girl in all Chicago.

Some four hours later, he awoke—Hassan was kicking him through the seat. Lean that shit forward. I gotta pray. Colin reached down and pulled the lever, his seat snapping forward. Did you pack any toothpaste? Fetor hepaticus. He anagrammed: Call Dana for blow; Ballad for a clown. He walked out into the warmth of Kentucky and sat down at a picnic table across from Hassan, who seemed to be attacking the table with the pocketknife attached to his key chain.

Everybody hates baguettes. And speaking of which: when Hassan Harbish showed up at the Kalman School in tenth grade after a decade of home-schooling, he was plenty smart, albeit not prodigiously so. That fall, he was in Calculus I with Colin, who was a ninth-grader. But they never spoke, because Colin had given up on pursuing friendships with individuals not named Katherine. He hated almost all the students at Kalman, which was just as well, since by and large they hated him back.

About two weeks into class, Colin raised his hand and Ms. Sorenstein sent him on his way, and then Colin went into the bathroom and, staring in the mirror, plucked the eyelash from his eye, where the pupillary sphincter is located. And you cannot say anything about your own sphincter. You gotta know your audience. Colin tilted his head up, resting his chin on his arms. He scanned the rest-stop parking lot for a moment. His missing piece was nowhere to be found. We used to talk about going to Paris.

We even looked for hotels on the Web. We could have done that on the KranialKidz money. Give me the keys. Colin followed, forlorn. First off, neither of us is Christian. Second off, spending the summer chasing after idiotic roadside attractions is not going to fix anything.

Third off, crucifixes remind me of her. Before we dated. His immaculate memory called forth the silver crucifix. Colin had never gotten that before Hassan, because everyone else either humored or ignored him. Or, in the case of Katherines, humored then ignored. Two hundred miles and one pit stop later, safely removed from Kentucky, they were midway between Nashville and Memphis. The wind through the open windows dried their sweat without actually cooling them much, and Colin was wondering how they could get to a place with airconditioningwhen he noticed the hand-painted billboard towering above a field of cotton or corn or soybeans or something.

Did, um, did anyone call? Wear your seat belt! I love you! Colin drove cautiously, but still, the worn shocks of the Hearse creaked and groaned at the endless pot-holes and waving undulations of pavement.

But of course the universe does not conspire to put you in one place rather than another, Colin knew. At first, Gutshot looked like everything that came before it, only with a better-paved road. On each side of the Hearse, fields of squat, luminously green plants stretched out into a gray forever, broken up only by the occasional horse pasture, barn, or stand of trees. Eventually, Colin saw before him on the side of the road a two-story cinder-block building painted a ghastly pink.

This place is like magic for you. I mean, seriously. An Arab and a half-Jew enter a store in Tennessee. They walked through a screen door into the Gutshot General Store.

For a while, they walked around the store, pacing the dusty, varnished two-by-fours that comprised a floor, pretending to consider various snacks, drinks, and minnows swimming in bait tanks. Hassan winced and shook his head. So Colin brought his hand to his face and nibbled on the inside of his thumb while staring at Hassan hopefully, but Hass had turned his attention to the potato chips and so finally it fell to Colin.

Her puffy cheeks and too-long nose disappeared. But it passed in a flash. The girl blew a lock of mahogany hair from her face and sighed. And much to my ever-loving chagrin, I am your tour guide. Her face not pretty so much as interesting-looking.

He shook, and then Lindsey turned to Hassan. Sunni Muslim. Not a terrorist. Me, neither. That smile could end wars and cure cancer. He thought of Chicago, where you can go days without ever once stepping on a single patch of actual earth. That well-paved world appealed to him, and he missed it as his feet fell on uneven clumps of hardened dirt that threatened to twist his ankles. Hassan rolled his eyes. I mean, just look where academic excellence got you. He works, like, a hundred hours a week.

How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you than watching TV. And he was busy anagramming anything odd—any odd night, handy dog tin, doing thy DNA—when Colin did his DNA proud: he stumbled on a molehill and fell. The very first thing to hit the ground were his glasses. They were closely followed by his forehead, which hit a small jagged rock. Colin rolled over onto his back. She smelled strongly of a fruity perfume, which Colin believed to be called Curve.

As she wiped at his forehead and cheek softly with the T-shirt, then pressed hard on a tender spot above his right eyebrow, she kept talking. Stop moving your neck. A paramedic in training. Eight minutes. I swear. It was not the way Curve smelled that Colin liked—not exactly. It was the way the air smelled just as Lindsey began to jog away from him.

The smell the perfume left behind. What Colin liked about Curve was not its smell on the skin but its sillage, the fruity sweet smell of its leaving.

Hassan sat down beside him in the tall grass, pushing hard at the cut. I just feel like I should know a girl a little before I trot out the man-tits. Where are your glasses? Just that her bra was purple. And Colin thought of K sitting over him on his bed wearing her purple bra as she dumped him.

And he thought of Katherine XIV, who wore a black bra and also a black everything else. People thought he was a glutton for punishment, that he liked getting dumped.

He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible. Katherine XIX: The End of the End She dumped him on the eighth day of the twelfth month, just twenty-two days shy of their one-year anniversary. But that evening was for them alone. Before them, the skyline towered. Although he was not a religious person, seeing the skyline made him feel what is called in Latin the mysterium tremendum et fascinans—that stomachflipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination.

Exasperated, he leaned against the wood paneling of the elevator and sighed. They hardly spoke until they were inside the restaurant, seated in a tiny table near the bathroom.

He felt a sudden twinge in his gut—in retrospect, it was the first hint that some piece of him might soon go missing. The waitress came then, interrupting with a rectangular plate of California maki and smoked salmon negiri. Katherine pulled apart her chopsticks, and Colin grabbed his fork.

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He knew a little conversational Japanese, but chopsticks eluded him. He liked the seaweed wrapped around the sushi roll: how tough it was to chew, the subtleness of the ocean water. Katherine placed her chopsticks against the saucer containing her soy sauce and stared at him with something beyond frustration. She was still beautiful, still funny, still adept with chopsticks. Prodigy was what Colin had, the way language has words. He fought the urge and fought it and fought it.

For seven seconds. We graduated. He cleans it, fillets it, and then the phone rings, so he leaves it on the kitchen counter. He had never loved her so much as he did then.

And a lot of prodigies who push and push and push and end up even more fugged up than me. But a few of them end up like John Locke20 or Mozart or whatever. And my chances at Mozartdom are done. She sighed a lot, but nothing could be wrong, because it felt so good to have her nestled up against him, her head on his shoulder, his hand brushing the soft blond hair from her face.

He looked down and could see the strap of her purple bra. There are studies about this shit. Prodigies tend to hit their peak at, like twelve or thirteen. What have I done? I won a fugging game show a year ago? He thought of her other sighs, the better and different ones of his body moving against hers.

And so it began. They succeeded in staying quiet, in part because it felt like the air had been shocked out of him.

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He felt himself drifting away from the one-sided whispered conversation, wondering if maybe everything big and heartbreaking and incomprehensible is a paradox. He was a dying man staring down on the surgeons trying to save him.

With an almost comfortable distance from the thing itself as it really was, Colin thought about the dork mantra: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. What a dirty lie. This, right here, was the true abdominal snowman: it felt like something freezing in his stomach. She tried to get out as quickly and painlessly as possible, but after she begged curfew, he began to cry.

She held his head against her collarbone. But she left anyway, and he was alone in his room, searching out anagrams for mymissingpiece in a vain attempt to fall asleep. Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus; Katherines appear when you start to disbelieve the world contains another Katherine; and, sure enough, the Eureka moment arrived just as he began to accept it would never come.

He felt the thrill of it surge through him, his eyes blinking fast as he fought to remember the idea in its completeness. Lying there on his back in the sticky, thick air, the Eureka moment felt like a thousand orgasms all at once, except not as messy. He sat up. His head hurt like hell, but he reached into his pocket and pulled out the little notebook he kept at all times, and a 2 pencil, which was broken in the middle from his fall, but still wrote okay.

Okay, done. Is that okay? It went very well. I just got back and I was hoping to speak to Pem. The front door opens and PEM comes out in a robe. Guess what, I parked right on your lawn.

Wait, thats not good. Are you drunk? Yeah, a little bit. We had some drinks on the train. Look PEM calling up to window. Mom, dad, its ok. Go to bed. Theres chicken in the ice box. Thank you, maam. This is Provo, Utah.

How come anytime youre mad at me you tell me where I live? Because this is Provo, Utah. I know that, Pem, my mail is delivered here. And since youve driven up on our lawn, drunk, at one in the morning and thrown rocks at my parents, is there anything else I do that annoys you? You will leave a cigarette burning in the ashtray without putting it out. So a trail of smoke just kind of curls up to the ceiling for what seems like forever. That doesnt bother you? Not as much as you telling me about it.

Well, just put the cigarette out with commitment. Why are you here right now? I have two reasons and theyre both pretty good. The first is that Crockers gonna finance me. Im gonna build it, hes gonna finance me. Oh my! Ten thousand dollars but I have to get a picture in six months or thats it. Are you joking? Is this a joke? Cause your jokes are stupid, Philo. Its real. And my jokes are simply way ahead of their time. Years from now youre gonna remember one of my jokes and youre gonna laugh, and youre gonna 30 PEM.

Youre going to San Francisco? Im gonna need your brother to come with me and help. And my sister. Theyre gonna be thrilled when they hear the news. Theyre gonna beI meanI cant believe it. Neither can I. What was the second one? The second one? You said there were two reasons you were here, what was the second one? I know where we are, can we prioritize? My point is this: I will be working all the time.

I mean, I have six months to build the image dissector and the receiver so Ill be in the lab the whole time with PEM the proud girlfriend Youre gonna have your own lab! And I figure, well still be together in San Francisco.

I mean well be together. Wed have a small apartment and Ill have a small salary, but we could PEM. Wait a second. Why will I be in San Francisco? Yes, Imyes. Imyes, I am. Will you marr PEM. When does the six months start? Were gonna leave in the morning.

And were gonna need your moms chicken. To the Patent Pool! Here here! Thats whats gonna matter later, but for now Sarnoff is consumed with giving people a reason to own a radio.

Excuse me, Mr. Im Betty Jordan. Im from the GE secretarial pool and theyve assigned me to work with your group. Do you know anything about prize-fighting? No sir. Bone up on boxing. Four weeks from now were gonna broadcast a heavyweight title bout from Jersey City between Jack Dempsey and a Frenchman named Georges Carpentier. The signals gonna travel over miles, thats West Virginia, Ohio, Deleware.

Weve gotta get some radio sets where the people are. Thats what well be working on for a while. Welcome to radio. Thank you, sir. I had lunch with Walter Gifford in the back room at Delmonicos. He tells me youre giving his station manager a hard time over 25 bucks.

Jim, Walter Gifford runs his radio station like a whore house. Youd think itd be more popular then, wouldnt you? I wish it were a joke.

His guy is on the air telling us its probably gonna rain on Friday. Then two minutes later hes telling us to remember our umbrellas, and if we dont have one we can pick one up at this place on Queens Boulevard.

I do some checking and, yeah, the guy on the air got 25 bucks from the place in Queens to say the name of their store and he did it another two times in the hour.

Whats the problem? Well first of all, now I dont know if its really gonna rain on Friday or not. A hundred people were listening. Enjoy the party, David. Its a party. Credibility cant be regained. You lose it and youre in the circus. I like the circus. Everybody likes the circus, thats not theah fuck it. Watch your language, Mr. Im sorry, honey, I didnt see you there. I was talking to Jim. You were angry. Walter Gifford is allowing people to pay money to advertise during informational programming.

How long is this feud going to go on? PHILO to audience. My darling, advertising during informational programming is not the reason you dont like Walter Gifford. I promise you Liz, its business and nothing else. Ive been talking to Tatiana Zworykin. Her husband is working on a kinescope. Whats a kinescope? Itswell I guess youd have to call itwhata television receiver.

Its like a radio receiver but instead of receiving a sound wave, it receives a light image. Also, it doesnt work. What do you mean it receives a light image? Just what it sounds like. Youre trying to transmit a picture? Im not. Zworykin is, and some guys in Europe, but it doesnt work.

You mean project an image. No I mean transmit an image. Youd be standing in another room and you could watch a kinescope and see this party. Thats incredible. Except for one thing. Will it? I dont see how, but if television gets invented its not gonna get invented by a guy at Westinghouse, its gonna get invented by RCA.

Hey, Pem. Hey, Agnes. Weve been sweeping up the place. Welcome to your lab. Crockers office hired me to help you. Well, I take all the help you can spare. When did you graduate? I havent. Im a junior, theyre giving me class credit.

This is my wife, Pem. Nice to meet you. And thats my sister Agnes. How do you do? How did I beat you here? What happened? Agnes drove into a salt flat. You were yammering about birdseed. I was yammering about Birdseye. Clarence Birdseye. Stan, did you see in the paper today? Clarence Birdseye is gonna freeze vegetables. Freeze them in an instant so they retain their cellular structure. And who cares?

Anyone who eats food. Should I ask him now? Go ahead. Pem said you were gonna need glass tubes and since moneys tight I thought I could teach myself how to make them and maybe cut the expense of a glassblower. You are gonna be part ot it. Youre plenty smart. I can learn how to make glass tubes. Glassblowing is hard! And its dangerous. These guys apprentice for a long time and Im looking for them to make me one thats gonna be hard to make.

Im Harlan Honn, Im in the lab next door. Im working on new methods of refrigeration. Whats wrong with the old methods?

If it leaks, theres a risk to consumers. They might die from the poisonous gas thats emitted. Well you better work on that then. Hey, Stan, do you have a place to live? I was just gonna get a room down at the Y. Were gonna rent an apartment across the Bay, why dont you stay with us and save a couple of bucks. Gee, thanks. Is that ok? You betcha, Philo. Just me, you, my brother, your sister and a junior from Cal Tech. Aggie, lets go find a four bedroom apartment for 30 dollars a month.

Oh, sure. You bet. Well if you need anything Im in the lab next door. If you need any equipment or another pair of hands. It wouldnt distract you from what youre doing? Please, distract me. Okay, Stan, what do you know about moving pictures? I know a film projector has to move a series of photographs past the human eye at a speed of 16 frames per second to fool the brain into thinking its watching fluid movement.

Were gonna try something a little different. Stan, you go get us a generator, Cliff and I are gonna start building a lab. So now hes got his team. His brother-in-law, his sister, a year-old college kid and a refrigerator repairman.

ACTOR 1. Farnsworth of Berkley, California. ACTOR 2. This apparatus relates to the apparatus and process for the transmission of a moving image to a distance. Heretofore attempts have been made to transmit an image. Figure 2 is a diagrammatic view of the television receiver.

In testimony whereof, I have heretofore set my hand. Philo T. A toggle is switched and the whole thing blows up in an electrical surge. PHILO stands expressionless. It was a power surge, Philo. It was the generator?

The one thing in the room they hadnt built from scratch. It was the generator?? Im sorry, sir, that was me. Dont worry about it. Dont worry about it? The table works. You have five weeks left. All right. Well fix the generator, but once we do, is there a photoelectric material thats a better conductor than potassium? We tried sodium. Could we use willemite?

I was thinking cesium. Yeah, but where are we gonna get it. Dont they use cesium pellets in the tubes that they put in radio kits? Like you see in the Sears Roebuck catalogue, you mean? Little cesium pellets? They do use them. I had one. We did too.

But theyre tiny. Were gonna have to go to every hobby store in the city and download every radio kit theyve got. They spent all day downloading radio kits, then spent all night smashing the tubes open with a hammer, emptying the pellets out and grinding them into a paste. The change to cesium was gonna help but the selenium hadnt been his problem and he knew that.

His problem was that no one had been able to build the glass tube he wanted. Hed been through five different glassblowers. Two of them produced tube after tube that broke apart the moment they cooled, two others turned down the job outright and the fifth was doing the best he could.

If was after midnight and Crocker was coming to the lab the next morning. His six months were up. He sat on the roof with a glass and a bottle of Bushmills.

Cesium will send a spraymaybe manipulated throughrubidium PEM. Phil, you out there? PEM comes out on the roof. You want anything? No thanks. You want your violin?

No, Im fine. Bill Crocker says theres a correlation between music and science. Music is what mathematics does on a Saturday night.

Stan and Harlan are in there trying to rebuild it all again. We dont have it. We will.

Not by tomorrow morning. Then youll get more money from someone else.They do use them. Then three more and three more until he was done with his work. My darling, advertising during informational programming is not the reason you dont like Walter Gifford. She smacked him. It was never a good sign when both his parents were in his room at the same time. Bill Crocker says theres a correlation between music and science. The second one? Excuse me. And you wrote back saying?