The Atomic City Page #2
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Good morning, doctor. Hiya, mike.
How's Tommy?
Fine, thanks.
Good.
The square dance comes directly
from the Hungarian char dash.
No, no, no. From the English folk dance.
No, from the char dash.
Almost step for step, it is the same. Huh?
Completely different. Not the same.
All right, but it takes a man
and a woman to demonstrate properly.
Mrs. Schambach and I
will show you tonight at the dance.
Gus, I'm looking forward to it.
[bell rings]
Hello, doctor.
The neutron monitors
have been checked, dr. Addison.
Adjust the synchroscope, please.
Let me have the neutron level up to 3r.
All side checks, doctor.
Dr. Schambach. Yes?
We're going to ease out the control rods.
[music playing]
All right, children, this way.
Almost time for the puppet show and prizes.
Come on, we'll all sit together. Come on.
Come on.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah... Ah!
[laughter]
[children laugh]
Ah!
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Well... Are we all ready
for the big drawing?
Yeah! Yes! Yes! Yeah!
All right, all right.
Now our very good friend mrs. Ostrich
will pick the first winner.
Now, the very first little lucky
boy or girl is going to win
this handsome, chrome-finished,
ultramodern bicycle,
bicycle sales and rental shop,
28 San Pueblo Avenue.
You may pick the first winner,
mrs. Ostrich.
Thomas Addison.
Oh! Gol!
Thomas Addison?
Thomas Addison?
If Tommy Addison's not here,
we'll hold his prize till next Saturday.
One week from today
is the final day to claim the prizes.
Peggy, where's Tommy?
I don't know, miss Haskell.
Wasn't he sitting next to you?
Yes.
When did he leave? Didn't you see him go?
No. I was watching the puppets.
All right, now, wait a minute.
Now, pick the next card, mrs. Ostrich.
[carrousel music plays]
You're home early.
Little bit.
Everything all right?
Sure, fine.
It's here, huh?
I didn't know where you wanted to put it.
There's a long cord. We can decide later.
[static]
There's nothing on till 5:00.
Darling, there is something wrong.
Gus Schambach was burned...
Overexposed to radiation.
Oh, I'm sorry.
How bad is it?
They can't tell yet. Not for a few days.
Frank... Yeah?
Why do we stay here?
Now, wait a minute, honey.
I'm not that upset.
Gus will be back in the lab
in a week or two.
Don't you ever get tired
of the barbed wire...
having an FBI man on your heels
every time you step out of the main gate?
And the signs...
"Contaminated area. Restricted area.
"Don't give classified information.
Don't talk to strangers."
Don't do this, don't do that.
I diagnose this as a mild case of jitters
brought on by one inattentive husband
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