Henrietta Lines Part 4

• MARGARET: A love letter is a compliment.

  We've talked about this.
• MARGARET: Sitting at Harvard and you can't find a gentleman?

  My department is all women.
• MARGARET: Well, get out.

  It's complicated.
• MARGARET: Wouldn't be romance without. Is it?

  What?
• MARGARET: Romance?

  No. Not ... yet.
• MARGARET: And who is this "not yet?"

  What about your music?
• MARGARET: What about your secret fancy?

  Margie. It's nothing. It's a boring story with a boring ending.
• MARGARET: Why?

  Because it ended. Or ... didn't really start. It's unclear.
• MARGARET: I'm sorry.

  That was never in my plan anyway.
• MARGARET: Maybe it's your plan that was boring.

  Oh just play something would you.
• MARGARET: You can't distract me with my own music.

  It's not a distraction, it's a celebration.
• MARGARET: That you're leaving me? Again?

  I've been hearing bits and pieces for months now. I want to hear the whole of it before I go.
• MARGARET: Well. I have been working on something-tiny-just a sketch.

  A hymn?
• MARGARET: Concerto.

  Really?
• MARGARET: I'm working on a symphony.

  My goodness. I guess I thought - to write a whole symphony I thought you had to be-
• MARGARET: Male.

  European and angry.
• MARGARET: Upsetting tradition might just run in the family. What's wrong?

  Keep going - keep - yes, please play. Oh my God.
• MARGARET: What?

  It's - it's tonal.
• MARGARET: It's what?

  Play.
• WILLIAMINA: She's found something.

  It's - the whole thing - it's like music.
• MARGARET: My music?

  The stars are music.
• MARGARET: My music?

  The pattern. The numbers - When you put them in the right order - they're - Oh my God the blinking is music so simple - Right there!
• WILLIAMINA: Look at that. The pulsing isn't random—

  The pulsing isn't random. There is a pattern. The brightest stars take the longest to blink.
• MARGARET: I don't understand, how does a pattern help?

  A pattern is a standard! And if we have a standard we can compare stars all over the sky. Right now if we see two stars that look equally bright, we can't tell which one is the brightest star, and which one is the closest star. But the pulsing can tell us which is which. The pulsing is the answer.
• MARGARET: And somehow musical?

  Yes. If you think of the notes as the star's brightness. If this is the dimmest the star gets - and this is the brightest. Then the time it takes to get from here - to here - could tell us how bright it actually is, which we could compare to how it appears, which could tell us how far away it is, which we could compare to other stars, which could tell us how far away they are, and if we know that we can - We can skip star to star across the deepest space until we know...
• MARGARET: What.

  Exactly where we are.
• PETER: Gorgeous night, Miss Leavitt.

  It really is, isn't it?
• PETER: Checking on the children?

  Tucked in but wide awake.
• PETER: Tell me more.

  Are you tempting me with astronomy?
• PETER: That is my greatest asset.

  Then you would remember from school-
• PETER: Your cheek, your neck-

  Pay attention, young man. Stars are classified by their heat-
• PETER: Your eyes, my God.

  And given one of the letters OBAFGKM-
• PETER: And how will I ever remember-I wish there was some phrase-perhaps one with an irresistible directive.

  "Oh Be A Fine Girl, Kiss-"
• PETER: Now I remember.

  Let's stay here forever.
• PETER: Adrfit?

  Afloat.
• PETER: In the sea?

  In the sky. Always the sky.
• PETER: Always.

  Yes.
• PETER: The sky.

  Yes.
• PETER: Send more sky.

  What? Peter? Peter.
• PETER: Yes? Oh. Miss Leavitt. Hello.

  Hello