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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. Kelvin eyes him suspicdfŝ@
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