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First, over BLACK, we hear the sound of a light rain. Then: A MAN'S VOICE I'm not a poet. I've never moved anyone with my words. (beat) Maybe that's why they chose me. EXT. WOODS - DAY A mural of leafless trees beneath an overcast sky. Rain continues to fall. Maybe now we begin to notice a strange quality to the light (or is it the sky?). Something vaguely unsettling. CUT TO: INT. BEDROOM - MORNING Still, the sound of rain is heard. A MAN 40s, lies on his side in bed, staring at us. He has not been sleeping. In fact, judging from his distant expression, he has not slept in ages. CUT TO: EXT. ROAD - DAY Less like a road and more like a path that you maneuver a vehicle through. The Man, dressed in rain gear, walks down the middle. He is accompanied by a medium-sized LABRADOR, and seems in no particular hurry. The sound of tires appear and grow in intensity. The Man, without saying an actual word, instructs the dog to heal. The dog obeys as the Man moves off the road. The vehicle hurtles past him -- its engine quiet, its windows darkened -- spraying muddy debris in its wake. Seconds later, the car brakes abruptly and skids to a stop. THE MAN Stops walking and stares at the car, which seems ominously still. The car then reverses direction and begins to move toward the Man, who remains motionless. When the car is alongside him, a darkened window turns transparent and we see a WELL-DRESSED BUREAUCRAT in the rear seat. His demeanor is pleasant and professional. WELL-DRESSED BUREAUCRAT Dr. Kelvin? The Man he is addressing, who we now understand is CHRIS KELVIN, stares back at him. CUT TO: INT. CABIN - DAY The contrast between the cabin's rustic aesthetic and the aggressively high-tech equipment contained therein isn't as jarring as you might imagine. Kelvin is seated in front of a desk, scrolling through a text readout on a flat, transparent holographic screen. Behind him is the Well-Dressed Bureaucrat from the car, and two others: A WOMAN in her 50s and a MAN in his 30s. They are also well-groomed. Each of their suits are embroidered with a small but distinctive LOGO of some sort that composes the acronym DBA. Kelvin scrolls through several menus, hits a few keys, and a digitized VIDEO IMAGE appears on his screen: A MAN, unshaven, looking into the camera. The man, GIBARIAN, looks very tired and somewhat apologetic. The lower part of the screen has a time of day and date display that reads: 0221 HRS 11/14/31. GIBARIAN We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything: solitude, hardship, exhaustion, death. We're proud of ourselves, in a way. But our enthusiasm is a sham. We don't want to conquer the cosmos -- we want to extend the boundaries of Earth to the cosmos. We are only seeking Man. We don't want Other Worlds. We want mirrors. (beat) Maybe we don't need to know what it is, or why. Maybe just knowing that it is should be enough. Gibarian stares at the camera for a long moment before switching it off and ending the transmission. Kelvin sits back. The visitors exchange glances. CUT TO: INT. SPACE CAPSULE Close on Kelvin. We hold on him a long time, as a myriad of readouts scroll and flash across his face. A slit of sunlight glides slowly through frame. DISSOLVE TO: KELVIN in the same capsule, a month later. He is asleep. DISSOLVE TO: KELVIN in the same capsule, two months later. He is dictating some coordinates to Earth. He absently scratches his heavy growth of beard. DISSOLVE TO: KELVIN two months later still. He is looking out his small, rectangular window, and for the fist time we cut around to see the approaching planet: SOLARIS. Kelvin stares at it, hypnotized. It has a translucent quality, as though it is lit from within, and its undulating, ocean-like surface slowly changes colors. Kelvin's attention is diverted as an orbiting ship, the PROMETHEUS, edges into frame. KELVIN Prometheus, this is Athena 7, on approach, do you read me? (beat) Prometheus, this is Athena 7, on approach, do you read me? No response. He exhales and types on a keyboard. EXT. SPACE The Athena 7, sporting a DBA logo, advances toward the Prometheus. CUT TO: INT. PROMETHEUS Kelvin, in a space suit, climbs with some difficulty out of the Athena 7, which has come to rest in the DOCKING BAY of the Prometheus. Several exploratory PODS fill the remainder of the area. Kelvin gets his bearings and looks around, but sees no sign of life. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Empty. (NOTE: Except for some ROBOTIC, NON-SPEAKING CHARACTERS: the AUTOMATED TASKMASTERS. These are small, bug-like repair units that constantly roam the ship, fixing things. Their tiny hum is virtually silent, and we see them all the time on the Prometheus. They can adhere to any surface at any angle.) Kelvin, now out of his space suit and holding a small carrying case and a duffle bag, moves on. CUT TO: INT. GIBARIAN'S ROOM Ransacked. Kelvin registers it, then moves to the corner of the room where the computer terminal rests. Within moments he has discovered Gibarian has recorded a video message for him to replay. VIDEO Gibarian addressing the camera. He appears to be lucid, but extremely fatigued. GIBARIAN Hi, Chris. (a light smile) I'm so glad you came. (beat, the smile fades) I still have a little time, and I want to tell you something. To warn you. By now you know about me, or if you don't, get Snow or Sartorius to tell you; it doesn't matter. (beat) I didn't lose my mind. You should be able to tell from this video. I'm not mad. (beat) If it happens to you, remember that it isn't madness. (beat) You should know, I'm in favor of destroying Solaris. I know that's... illegal. And unethical. And irresponsible. But it's the only way to make it stop. A long moment of silence is broken by a noise on the video, which draws Gibarian's attention offscreen. GIBARIAN (addressing whoever made the noise) Cut that out. Do you hear me? Gibarian switches off the video. The computer screen freezes the last recorded frame and overlays a readout indicating the file has ended. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Empty. But there is a door at the end of it, slightly open. Kelvin moves toward it. INT. ROOM A FIGURE, seated with its back to the door, turns to see Kelvin enter. This is SNOW. He looks Kelvin up and down, his expression wary and alert. KELVIN Snow. Didn't you hear me radio? I'm Kelvin. A long beat. Snow just watches him. SNOW Yes. We heard. Kelvin takes a step forward, and Snow recoils. KELVIN What's wrong? What happened to Gibarian? SNOW He's dead. KELVIN How? A beat. SNOW Suicide. Snow exhales, then looks up as though he's remembered something. SNOW You didn't bring any chocolate, did you? KELVIN What? SNOW (musing) I love chocolate. I realized just yesterday how much I love it. (beat, then he recovers) I thought maybe, if they let you bring personal effects, you might have snuck some through, because... well, I've been thinking about it. A long beat as Kelvin stares at Snow. KELVIN What happened here? Snow lies back in his bunk. SNOW I can't talk just now. I'm too tired. KELVIN Where's Sartorius? SNOW In his lab. He won't let you in. KELVIN (leaving) He'll let me in. SNOW Kelvin, if you see anything unusual... Kelvin stops, but doesn't turn around. SNOW ... try to stay calm. CUT TO: INT. CORRIDOR Kelvin stands outside a door. KELVIN Let me in. A beat. SARTORIUS (inside, muffled) You have to give me your word you won't come in. Then I'll come out. KELVIN All right. Sartorius cracks the door open and slithers through the slit and into the hallway. He is of obvious intelligence and not to be messed with; contentious, intimidating when he wants to be, and probably brilliant. 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