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W r i g h t s v i l l e B e a c h Patrick Read Johnson Based on the Novel Stealth Planet by Ray Blackhall Second Draft 8/20/2002 SAND DUNES Wind-whispered grass. Sections of weatherbeaten fence. Stark against an electric blue sky, strewn with blazing stars. The SOUND of the ocean, not far off. You climb the nearest rise of sand. Stand on the crest. Look down on the beach. Fire-lit orange beneath the cobalt blue of dusk. Around the fire... Human figures. Standing, sitting, or reclining against the grass. THE SURVIVORS OF THE ENIGMA MISSION You recognize them from their blue NASA-issue jumpsuits... mission patches... name tags. Some are still wearing their Congressional Medals of Honor... Others are clearly done with ceremony for today. Like MELLINGER, clutching a bottle of champagne as he stares into the flames. 0002000006300000036762A,mellinger To David Kemp... The others hoist whatever theyre drinking. mellinger For getting us home. All eyes move to MARGIE RYAN. She smiles back. A little sad. But ready to carry on. Lewis To Chen 2.0... Everyone looks over their shoulders toward-- THE WAVES-- Where a sleek female silhouette stands with its back turned... Staring off at the rising moon. lewiss voice For the sacrifice... The silhouette, if it heard, gives no indication... THE OTHERS glance at each other... a touch of shared guilt... margie To Larry Kipp... The others look at her... waiting... margie Wherever he is... She looks up at the stars... margie For the golden ticket... The others dont get it... Her hand travels to her belly... And something makes her turn and look behind her... as if... But theres nothing there. Still, she smiles... margie (CONT'D) You guys never met him... But youd have loved him. She looks to young LEWIS... perpetual geek... even after all hes been through... margie (CONT'D) You most of all, Lewis. lewis Whys that? She considers him a moment. Thinking before she answers... And WE CUT TO: SPACE TOYS ON A SHELF The Fireball XL-5 spaceship... Major Matt Mason... Snoopy in an Apollo Moon suit... Robby the Robot. BOOKS ON ANOTHER SHELF Footprints on the Moon... For All Mankind... The Conquest of Space... PHOTOS PINNED TO WALLS Mars... Jupiter... Various galaxies... THE EAGLE NEBULA Plumes of cosmic dust a trillion miles tall. Guarding the veiled birthplace of baby suns... The solar nursery REFLECTED in the THE EYE of-- 0002000003FF000009913F9,LARRY KIPP He stares with child-like wonder. Longing to go where his truly fat, middle-aged body will never take him. We MOVE AROUND LARRY-- revealing his cluttered, computer filled office. Which fades away to darkness around him as he begins to glow in the beam of a distant sun... Larrys voice (through a P.A.system) When I was a little boy... My mother would take me to Wrightsville beach after work... There werent any big hotels or condos like there are now... Just the sand... And the sea... And I used to get out of the water and run up and flop down on the warm sand... And Id lie there... Staring up at the sky... as the sun went down behind us... And then the stars would come out... And soon Id lose all sense of up and down... And it would seem as though I was floating upright... The wall of the earth behind me. The limitless night ahead... And I used to think...If I wished hard enough... Or just had the courage to believe it possible... I could fall out into it all-- and fly... forever... 0002000003C200000D8A3BC, LARRYS IN THE SPOTLIGHT NOW In a bad coat and tie. All alone before an auditorium full of several hundred people with similar sartorial tendencies. Larry Everything we are... Every atom of every molecule that forms each and every one of us. All of what we are... was created... in the heart of a sun. Is it any wonder we long to return to the place of our birth. We are the spawn of the stars. And no one can deny that they call to us... The question is... Why dont we go? A YOUNG MAN in the crowd nods. Eager to be seen as an acolyte. Too eager, perhaps. Larry (CONT'D) This new observatory and museum will serve a multitude of educational purposes... But the most important... The true and abiding legacy of your generous patronage... will be to inspire all the children who will pass through those doors... To look up to at the real wonders weve recreated for them, here... And ask that most important childish question...Why dont we go? 00020000034B00001146345,A HUGE SPREAD OF FINE CHEESES Is devastated by a knife in the grip of Larrys pudgy hand. Young mans voice Because theres nothing for Isabella. Larry looks up from filling his plate. The Young Man stands on the other side of the buffet table. Staring. Larry Excuse me? Young man The reason we dont go back to the stars. Its because theres nothing for Isabella. Larry considers the defensive capabilities of his cheese knife. Young man (CONT'D) When Columbus dreamt of finding the new world... it was Queen Isabella who opened her purse to finance the journey. But only because she believed shed be paid back a thousand-fold with the treasure the captain claimed they would find beyond the horizon. Larry Yes. Well. Im afraid theres no material treasure thats worth the cost of its own transport across cosmic distances. 00020000030D0000148B307,Young man Im not talking about something you carry in a box... Im talking about something you carry... in your mind. Im talking about a method for sending anyone... anyone... to the stars. For the sole reward... of the experience. Larry I hope youre a very rich, very foolish man. Young man I am neither of those things. Larry Ah... A scientist then. Let me guess. Quantum physics... Young man Nanotechnology. Larry Eheheheheh... Yes. Well. If youre thinking of sending very tiny things to the stars, Im afraid youve got the wrong guy. Young man I dont think so. Larry studies him a moment. Then sets down his plate and extends his hand... Larry Larry Kipp. The YOUNG MAN stares at Larrys hand. The answer to all his prayers. He extends his own-- 00020000040C00001792406,Young man Call me... Ishmael. Their hands meet. And we STAY ON THE HANDSHAKE. As if it were the most important handshake in the history of the world. THE J.P.L. PARKING LOT in PASADENA - MOrning Larry, lugging his computer bag in one hand and a SUBWAY SANDWICH sack in the other, squeezes between parked cars. His bean-thin friend Ajay loping along through the next aisle without a care. Larry Hes the young harpooner that takes work on the Pequod, just before Captain Ahab gets clobbered by the white whale. AJAY I know who that Ishmael is... I just dont know who THIS Ishmael is... They arrive at the ASTROPHYSICS building. Larry hauls open a door marked Very Wide Array Lab and the two men enter-- A TILED UTILITARIAN CORRIDOR Moving past various equipment and scientist-filled rooms. Larry Well, he must be one of the more important Ishmaels because the stuff hes talking about is pretty goddamn fucking amazing. Intelligent polymorphous memory compounds. Self-replicating biosynthetic signal interfaces-- 00020000054100001B9853B,Ajay What the hell does any of that mean? Larry It means hes got a budget. And a facility-- underground, no less-- that sounds like something out of The Andromeda Strain. They reach a door marked Project Director. Larry pushes through. Drops his computer bag in his chair. Deposits the SUBWAY SANDWICH BAG in the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk. Retrieving and tearing into a package of Hostess Cup-Cakes. Ajay The Andromeda Strain was kept underground to keep it from escaping and destroying the world. Thats a big fear with microscopic self-replicating machines-- Larry Ah yes, the Grey Goo scenario. Ishmael assures me thats not going to happen. Ajay Uh-huh. Thus his address in an underground government test facility in the Nevada desert. LARRY Thats to keep prying eyes out. I mean think of the money to be made... Ajay Capitalist. Give me something to care about, please. Larry snatches up his MAJOR MATT MASON doll. The nebula on his desktop monitor reflected in the miniature astronauts tiny plastic visor. Larry He said he couldnt tell me how just yet. But... He said his little machines... Were going to take us to the stars. He pops the second Cup Cake in his mouth. Savoring it. Ajay Larry, my friend. (heading out the door.) Its going to take some very LARGE machines to get YOU to the stars. 00020000059E000020D3598,Larry flips him off. Then, spotting someone coming-- drops the cupcake package in a drawer-- sweeps the crumbs in after it-- and slams it shut-- Just in time to attempt an innocent smile with his mouth full as his twenty-something research assistant MARGIE RYAN hustles past with an arm-load of office supplies. margie Hostess or Dolly Madison? Gulp. Larry swallows in defeat. Watches Margie distribute supplies to various locations in the office, taking her in with his eyes. She drops her gear at her station. Slumps into her chair. Finally notices Larry watching her. She feigns cheerfulness. Margie (CONT'D) What is your wish, my master. He shrugs. Knowing when to leave a her alone. Larry I have no wishes. I have everything I want. Happy as a clam. She glances up at the poster of THE SPACE SHUTTLE on the wall over her desk... A playboy bunny with Margies head wearing a Space helmet is pasted onto the back of the spacecraft. A pin-up astro-babe riding a rocket to the stars. Margie I got a letter. Larry Oh? Larry feigns busywork at his computer. Margie Theres a seat on STS-327... Larry closes his eyes. But not for long. Hes used to heartbreak. Still, shes clearly hurt him. Larry Great! When do you head out? And this response is just as hurtful to her. Margie I hadnt actually made up my mind. Larry If you didnt want the ride-- whyd you buy the ticket? Margie Whats that supposed to mean. 0002000002930000266B28D,Larry Nothing. Youre a very qualified astrophysicist. Extremely qualified. Hell, youre just chock full of qualifications-- Ask anyone! Well-- Anyone with a NASA patch on their-- Margie --Fuck you, Larry. Larry What for? I dont fly a Space Shuttle. Its all Margie can do to not cry... MARGIE I have to go. As she heads for the door. Larry What would make you stay? She stops. As if hoping hell offer the right thing. Larry Money? Margie You dont have any. Larry Sex? She cant decide whether to laugh or cry. LARRY (CONT'D) No... I dont have any of that either... (he gets an idea) I know-- He snatches something from his shelf of toys-- 0002000003AA000028F83A4,Larry (CONT'D) My Major Matt Mason Moon Walker... Margie stares at it, then Larry... and is suddenly very sad. margie Ill work the rest of the week. Okay? larry ...kay. Shes out the door just in time to miss Larrys eyes. Which stare for a long moment... And as we move into them... Larry hears (or maybe imagines?) the sound of OCEAN WAVES... and the LAUGHTER of a little boy... And as the sounds grow louder, we keep moving in on his left eye... till were in utter darkness... And suddenly-- WERE FLYING High over the Nevada desert. Larrys 68 Chrysler Newport kicking up dust on a two-lane dirt road far below... Driving to the edge of nowhere... until a gated chain link fence appears in its path. Behind this fence TWO U.S. ARMY MILITARY POLICE OFFICERS watch the car approach. IN THE GUARD SHACK behind them, a THIRD OFFICER stabs a button-- The gate whirring aside. As Larry pulls up to the guards and stops-- 00020000042400002C9C41E,Officer 1 Good morning, sir. You can go right ahead. Larry Arent you gonna ask me my name? Officer 1 I already know your name, sir. Its Larry. Larry Well how do you know Im really Larry? The officer smiles. Officer 1 You go right ahead, sir. Ishmaels waiting. Larry finds the familiarity disquieting, but... He also cant wait to see whats over that rise ahead. He puts the car in gear... But hesitates. Larry You know... I dont think I even know Ishmaels last name. Officer 1 You know... I dont think I do either. Somebody higher up must want it that way. His smile says its definitely time to move along. Larry does just that. As the officer watches him go... A bead of sweat rolls down his temple. Iridescent sweat... ISHMAELS LAB Does indeed look like something out of the Andromeda Strain. All stainless steel and plexiglass. Scientists and technicians in environment suits hard at work on God knows what. Larry, packed into a bulky guest suit, stumbles along behind Ishmael, gaping at everything he sees on the grand tour. 0002000005E0000030BA5DA,larry Okay... First question... Who the hell is PAYING for all this? ishmael I assure you... Not one cent of your tax money is being spent in this place. larry Ah. I see. Black Project. Off the books, right? ishmael Something like that. larry So what exactly are you supposed to be working on here. ishmael Total nano-technological control of the form and composition of the material world on an atomic level. Allowing man the ability to change his surroundings, his environment... even himself... to suit his varying needs. Or desires. larry Okay... And what about after lunch? ISHMAEL You think youre being funny. But that really is the easy part. The hard part... is figuring out what to do with that kind of power once youve got it. Hes stopped before an intimidating airlock door. There seem to be no controls or handles to open it. He leans toward the metal surface... ishmael (CONT'D) Hello, in there... Its Ishmael... Ive brought Larry... May we come in? He looks back at Larry ominously... KRUMP-- Buried sounds of heavy mechanisms engaging-- A loud HISSSSS-- as a vacuum-induced wind tugs the men toward-- THE OPENING AIRLOCK DOOR-- which rumbles aside-- REVEALING-- UTTER DARKNESS BEYOND... Larry glances at Ishmael. Ishmael indicates he should enter. Larry smiles. Chuckles nervously. Then starts forward... He walks several yards into the gloom. Trying to see... But going no farther... Ishmael appears beside him-- And calls out to the darkness... 0002000002EA000036942E4,ishmael (CONT'D) Dont be shy, my friends... Show yourselves... For a moment, nothing. Then, just as Larry starts to frown. THE DARKNESS BEFORE HIM IS SUDDENLY AGLOW With an enormous rectangular PLANE of pale blue-green light... Larry moves towards it-- Putting his hand out... Touching the thick clear LEXAN thats refracting the eerie glow from somewhere below the view afforded by the window... Larry strains to see whats down there... But whatever it is doesnt make him wait. As suddenly Larrys eyes rise, glittering with the myriad whirling reflections of-- TRILLIONS of tiny particles of light. Rising in cyclonic unison beyond the window. Rotating like some miniature primordial galaxy... Random and chaotic... until-- 0002000003430000397833D,ishmael Say hello to Larry... And suddenly the miniature galaxy EXPLODES-- COATING the other side of the window with layer of blazing iridescent colloidal patterns that begin to re-ORGANIZE themselves-- Circles becoming squares... Curves becoming straight lines-- Oily fluid rainbows becoming prismatic crystalline latticeworks... And as Larry watches, awestruck, motionless... The tiny patterns form countless glowing repetitions, in every font of every language know to man, of a single word: HELLO. larry (gulp) Hi. Every HELLO becomes HI. Larry laughs. Looks to Ishmael. larry (CONT'D) Okay... Im amazed. So... what is it? Some kind of programmable liquid crystal? Polychroic mirrors in a variable magnetic field? Holography? ishmaEL What do you want it to be? Larry chuckles, shrugs and starts rattling it off-- 00020000057200003CB556C,larry A swarm of artificially intelligent, self-replicating, nano-scale robots, acting in concert as one big parallel processing organism... capable of sculpting anything we can imagine... from atomic clay. By the end... he means it. Ishmael smiles softly. ishmael Exactly. Larry studies him a long moment. Eyes narrowing. ISHMAEL (CONT'D) No, really. Youve described them perfectly. Well... Except for one small detail... Theyre not artificially intelligent. Ishmael moves closer to the window... Places his open hand against the surface. And now... the entire layer of iridescent machine-material flows across the other side of the glass-- gathering in beautiful patterns that swirl around Ishmaels hand, like pilgrims flowing around the shrine at Mecca. ishmael (CONT'D) The makers were originally part of a DARPA project to develop intelligent control surfaces for advanced ultra-high-G manned fighter planes. They were to be the main structural material for ailerons and rudders and fairings that could change shape in response to speed and airflow during high-stress maneuvers... But... by the time the first experiments were ready, the armed services were already abandoning manned fighter planes for UAVs. Slow and cheap... expendable. With no one in the cockpit, there was less reason to worry about getting away from bad guys. So the project was cancelled. 0002000003DC000042213D6,He stares at his tiny charges. ishmael (CONT'D) They were orphans. We were about to shut down the lab. Power down the containment chambers... and dispose of the makers... when a pair of very interesting advocates appealed for clemency on their behalf. larry Who? Ishmael notice something behind Larry. ISHMAEL Them. Larry turns... And nearly loses his hold on reality. In the darkness 50 feet away. Two idealized human figures. One male. One female. Sculpted from the same iridescent maker material thats trying to get through the glass nearby. Only theres no such barrier here. The figures start walking toward Larry. larry Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. He backs up against Ishmael. ishmael Its okay, Larry. larry Holy shit. Look at them move... LOOK AT THEM MOVE! Theyre definitely moving. Like the most graceful athletes on the planet. Striding closer... till they stand just inches from Larry. Wondering with glowing blue eyes at his face... his body... 0002000003A6000045F73A0,ishmael This... is Larry... The figures flicker and suddenly BOTH look exactly like ISHMAEL. BOTH FIGURES This... is Larry... Their voices are perfect imitations as well. They look at Larry. larry Holy shit. The figures flicker again-- attempting to take on Larrys form. They get the features right. But theyre both way too thin. They look at each other. Then simply WALK INTO EACH OTHER-- Combining their masses-- Flickering silently into a perfect replica of good old FAT Larry. The replica smiles at the original. REPLICA LARRY Holy shit. Larry, utterly stunned, begins to smile. ishmael You aint seen nothin yet. FANTASTIC CREATIONS flash on a screen in the base conference room. Glittering spiderwork bridge-spans superimposed over vast chasms-- Concept cars that alter their shape to accomodate different loads-- Artificial organs-- bones, hearts, BRAINS-- insinuating themselves into simulated patients. 0002000006500000499764A,ishmael Each maker is, in essence, a kind of atomic swiss army knife. Capable of various nano-scale construction tasks... Synthesizing molecules through charged particle manipulation... Ion discharge rotation to create varying degrees of magnetic field strength... Deflecting or absorbing electrons to create various degrees of luminosity and color, even altering its own atomic charge to bond with other makers in long-chain super-high tensile strength compounds. larry But how the hell do they organize themselves into larger systems? ishmael They have a pyramidic hierarchy. Command level makers take direct computer commands from us. Which are then parsed to Marshall-level makers who, in turn, assign the general populace Drone makers to whatever positions and charges needed to construct the material matrix for the project at hand. ON THE SCREEN-- A supersonic jetliner descends through clouds-- Its wings flaring out with the smooth grace of an eagle coming in for a landing. Larry You didnt order them to imitate you... or me... That was their idea, wasnt it. ishmael Yes... Part of their programmed instinct for investigation and analysis. They like to try out new things. LARRY So... what happens if youre cruising along in a maker airliner and the makers suddenly decide theyd rather be a choo choo train? Ishmael I can lock the makers in any assembly I choose. larry How? Ishmael Believe it or not... I simply... command it. Larry gives him a dubious glance. larry And they just... obey? ISHMAEL I created them. For better or worse... Im afraid they consider me a god. 00020000026400004FE125E,larry That could get dangerous. ishmael They have never displayed any inclination toward the dark side, Larry. larry Its not them Im worried about. A guy could become a pretty good Bond Villain with these things at his command. ishmael Bond Villains always lose. larry And Gods? ishmael Too much big picture thinking for me. Im a detail man. larry The Devils in the details. ishmael Im just making tools here, Larry. What humanity does with them... is up to humanity. larry So long as you give the orders. ISHMAEL I can confer the power to order the makers on anyone I deem fit. 0002000003930000523F38D,larry I see. And when does the deeming start? ishmael When the time is right... larry When could the time be more right? In case youve been too busy to notice, the world the rest of us have to live in is going to hell in a handbasket. ishmael Believe me, Larry. Ive noticed far more than you could possibly imagine. When the time is right... I will introduce the makers to the world... He indicates the way out... AT THE SLIDING SECURITY AIRLOCK Larry walks out into the lobby... Turns back to stare desperately at Ishmael. Larry When will the time be right? Ishmael stares at Larry an uncomfortably long moment. ishmael When youre ready, Larry. larry Im ready. ISHMAEL No. Youre not. Larrys eyes narrow. larry You know what I think? Ishmael As a matter of fact... I do. And youre only half right. Its true that Im not telling you everything. Its not true... that Im full of shit. 000200000672000055CC66C,Larry turns pale. Ishmael (CONT'D) And finally... I apologize for not offering you lunch. I dont eat it. But Im sure the Subway meatball sandwich with no lettuce and extra cheese youve been thinking about for the last 20 minutes or so will keep nicely in the bottom right drawer of your desk... Larry is about to freak out. ishmael (CONT'D) Dont be afraid, Larry. I said you werent ready... But you will be. larry When? ishmael (shrugs) How about... tonight... at 9:46 pm. larry Now, youre just being an asshole. ishmael An asshole that can make all your wishes come true, Larry. When you are ready... if you should have any need of my services... my hermetically-sealed, maker-constructed, three ton, titanium-clad blast door is always open. The enormous door slides shut. Locking with a muffled THUMP. larry Shit. DARKNESS Split by the opening of a door. Light spills across A tin Chinese wind-up toy of a spaceman in an old fashioned rocket with fins. Larrys hand snatches it up. He stares at the stupid grin on the Chinese astronauts chubby enamel face. Setting it down, Larry turns to face his desk. Stares at it. Specifically the bottom drawer on the right. He yanks it open. Extracts the wrapped SUBWAY SANDWICH within. The receipt reads... MEATBALL/NO LETTUCE/EXTRA CHEESE. Larry considers the implications. Then looks up at the clock on the wall-- It reads: 9:43... Larry blinks. larry (CONT'D) 9:46... He squints at the clock readout in the upper right hand corner of his COMPUTER MONITOR-- 9:43... and counting. Larry frowns. This is ridiculous. Suddenly-- THUNK-- A SHADOW-- Larry spins-- YELPING-- 00020000048300005C3847D,Margies voice AAAH!!! Oh. Margie in the doorway. Flattened cardboard boxes under each arm. An awkward moment. Margie I didnt think youd still be here. Larry lowers himself into his chair. Making a show of powering up his computer gear. Larry Ill always be here, Margie. Larry pretends to scan his work. His eyes occasionally checking the clock readout on the screen. Margie watches him a moment, then starts packing... Margie You cant wait for things to come to you, Larry... You have chase what you want. Go boldly in the direction of your dreams... Larry Yeah. Well. The direction of my dreams is up. And up is a very hard direction for someone like me to go. Margie You didnt get like this by accident, Larry... You got here by design. You were too afraid of failing to go after the real spacesuit you wanted. So you grew one out of twinkies and fruit pies and chips and inertia. The real one protects you from cosmic rays and micrometeorites and vacuum-induced air emboli...The real one allows the brave to go higher, farther, faster than any human beings ever have before. Yours just protects you from your dreams. 00020000053B000060B5535,Larrys eyes are glazed over... If he blinks... tears will fall... So he doesnt blink. He just stares... Margie starts snatching up her belongings and tossing them into boxes. Larry just sits there, utterly lost. Then something... happens... on Larrys screen. larry (flabbergasted) Margie? She ignores him. Keeps on packing. Larry starts rapidly moving and clicking his mouse. His brow furrowing in desperate concentration. Suddenly... He stops. Eyes wide. Larry (CONT'D) Margie! She stops her work. But cant look at him. Margie What. Larry (a whisper) Look. She stares at him a moment. Then sets down the box she was hefting and approaches the workstation. ON LARRYS MAIN MONITOR A star field. Nothing particularly special about it. Larry (CONT'D) Whats wrong with this picture? Margie Nothing I can see. Larry What about something you cant see. Challenged now, she scans the swath of night sky for anomalies. Theres nothing... Margie Maybe I need my glasses-- I dont-- Larry Lets magnify-- They both reach for the mouse... She makes it first-- His hand landing on hers. Clasping it. Margie --I got it. He removes his hand. She looks to the screen again. And now... Has no trouble at all... Seeing something very...very...strange. Margie (CONT'D) Oh. Larry Yeah. What happened to Beta II Reticulii? 00020000046D000065EA467,Margie It seems to be... obscured... LARRY Who put that planet there? He snatches up his phone, turning from the screen... Unaware that-- THE DIGITAL CLOCK in the upper right corner of Larrys screen... reads: 9:46 p.m. THE JET PROPULSION LAB AUDITORIUM A live telescope feed of the mystery planet fills the screen up front. Larry, Margie, and one HANK WATKINS, J.P.Ls Chief of Operations, sit together in the empty hall. Hank trying to project a calm he does not really feel. hank Well... I must say-- This is far more convincing than your last hoax. larry Its not a hoax, Hank. hank Good. Because if this is a hoax... You will be fired, then killed, then fired again, then burned to ashes and dumped down a mine shaft. Did I mention fired? Larry Its not... a hoax. hank Shit. Okay... First we need confirmation. But to get that we have to tell other people something that will get us laughed out of the business. Which one of you geeks found this thing? Margie What difference does that make? hank Were gonna need a spokesperson. Someone to get out there in front of all those cameras... and laughter. larry 0002000002C500006A512BF,Well, as much as Id love to get my name in the history books...Much as Id like to be the one to ride a shuttle up to orbit and study this baby from the telescope module of the space station... Hes staring pointedly at her. Margie blinks... huh? LARRY (CONT'D) It was Margie who found the golden ticket. Hank is still too flustered to see whats really happened here. hank Fine. Great. Congratulations. Now, keep your mouths shut and your phones off the hook. If you breathe a word of this to anyone Ill have you both killed, lobotomized, thrown in a tree-shredder, and FIRED! He hustles off down the hall, gulping his coffee. hanks retreating voice I mean it! Larry notices Margie gaping at him. 0002000007A000006D1079A,margie What the HELL was THAT all about? larry Its about you not having to wait for Ken Stevens decision to put you on a shuttle. Its about you... ...up there... where you belong. Dont say I never gave you anything. And he shambles off, down the hall, leaving Margie staring after him... tears welling up in her eyes. margie So... What? You think this changes things? You think this means I feel guilty now about leaving? You think this means Ill never forget this gift as long as I live? That Ill always keep some shining memory of this great big wonderful grumpy stupid genius of a man in my heart till the day I die? Is THAT WHAT YOU THINK?? We hear Larrys DOOR SLAM shut. margie (CONT'D) (a whisper) Well... (sobs it out) Youre right... THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES Flanked by a cadre of ADVISORS. All staring... at Margie. Larry and Hank flank her for support. THE PRESIDENT So... that makes ten now... Advisor Actually eleven, Mr. President. If you count Charon. He smiles, very proud of himself. Margie Actually, we dont count Charon. This is no ball of ice pretender, Mr. President. Its solid-- Has an atmosphere-- possibly breathable. And... as impossible as it may seem... looks to be roughly twice the size of the earth itself. The President So... it would have to be a wandering body of some sort? Captured by the gravity of-- Margie --No, sir. Theres nothing else out there big enough to perturb the course of something this massive just passing by the edge of our solar system. Either weve simply missed it for centuries... which is highly unlikely... Or... President Or... Margie Or its been hiding. Hank glances in panic at Larry. Larry Uh... President What do you mean by that? Hank Just a little astro-geek humor, Mr. Pr-- Margie --I mean... that it is absolutely possible that were dealing with something... Extraordinary. None of the Presidents men seem to much like that word. 00020000039D000074AA397,President Miss Ryan. I understand the desire to see what we want to see in something like this. Hell, my favorite science fiction film in college was Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Saw it 34 times in the theater. And every single time I left that theater and walked out into the parking lot... I looked up at the night sky and all but demanded that THEY show themselves. But theres a very good reason the discovery in that story was kept from the public... At least until it was understood... Not everyone likes the idea of meeting wiser beings than man, who possess powers we cant even begin to fathom. Margie You dont say. PRESIDENT If you have some kind of evidence-- Hank --We dont, Mr. President. We have no indication of anything at work here but natural cosmic processes. And over-active imaginations. As the President of the United States of America frowns at her, Margie attempts a weak smile. 00020000046A00007841464, ISHMAEL STANDS IN FRONT PORCH LIGHT Eyes closed. Smiling. We HEAR a DOOR OPEN-- His eyes snap open. 12 year old CHARLIE KOGAN stands in the doorway of his suburban home. CHarlie Yeah? Ishmael Now is that any way to greet your Uncle Mike? Charlie Uhm... I think youve got the wrong house. I dont have an Uncle M-- Ishmael ruffles the boys hair. Leaving a slight iridescent trace... Ishmael Sure you do. The boy stares at him a long... Long... LONG... moment. charliE UNCLE MIKE!!! EXT. CAPE KENNEDY A GROUP OF BOEING PROJECT MANAGERS meander across the tour facility parking lot. One of them spots Margie on her way toward the V.W.A. lab entrance. He hustles to catch up to her. DOWNEY Hey Margie! Were taking the X-45 on a shakedown cruise tonight... Florida to Tokyo in 25 minutes... Just the flight crew, me, and one lucky lady... Margie Ive got a boyfriend, Walter. Downey You can wave at him as we go by his little tin can.. Were gonna take her sub-orbital. Margie Thats not quite high enough for me. She leaves him standing there. downey Youll be sorry! Margie (playfully) Not as sorry as you! 0002000004E000007CA54DA, SPACE CENTER LUNCHROOM A roomful of geeks eating and watching with great interest the big screen TV at the far side of the room, now showing the Japanese giant monster classic GAMERA. They cheer as the spinning, flying, fire-breathing turtle lays waste to Tokyo. Larry and Margie are just taking seats with their trays. For a moment they just sit there. They look at the geeks. The movie. The bad food. Each other. And bust up laughing. Margie (whispering) Were the only ones that know. Larry Not for long. He nods toward Hank, making his way over. He looks grim. Hank (grabbing a seat) We have a problem. Larry What. HANK I just got off the phone with the Italians. Ferrelli doesnt seem to be able to find your planet. Margie What about Toyama? Hank shakes his head. Larry BULLSHIT! BACK IN LARRY AND MARGIES OFFICE ON LARRYS MAIN MONITOR-- the diffuse, wavering shadow of ENIGMA. Larry This is a LIVE FEED. RIGHT NOW. Ferrelli and Toyama are either incompetent or theyre lying through their teeth. HANK Toyama said the same thing about you two. And worse yet, he says he plans to burn you both in effigy for the media unless you call him personally to explain yourselves. Larry looks to Margie for support. 0002000004160000817F410,Margie I can do better than that. 200,000 feet above the pacific - A BOEING HYPERSONIC SPACE-PLANE Starts its descent toward the islands of Japan. INSIDE-- Margie sits alone in the first class cabin. Well, not quite alone. Slumped over in the seat next to her, drooling, is JOE DOWNEY. The shakedown cruises lone FLIGHT ATTENDANT stops by to check on them. flight attendant Coffee? Tea? Pepper spray? She shares a knowing smile with Margie. flight ATTENDANT (CONT'D) Guess he had a few too many. She flashes a small bottle of pills. Valium to be exact. Margies jaw drops... Then she laughs. margie Thanks. flight attendant Why be one of the many when you can be one of the few. She moves on. Margie returns to her work. Her fingers dance on the touch-pad keyboard embedded in her tray table. An E-mail composition visible on the seat-back screen in front of her. A soft CHIME sounds and Margies CURSOR moves to the INCOMING MAIL folder. She taps it open. Sees its from Larry. She taps again. And begins to read: 0002000004A90000858F4A3,Margie-- Theres been a new development on our end. Might explain all the denial by our associates. Remember a certain bigwigs favorite science fiction movie? Its not science fiction any more. Margie just stares at this. Heart pounding. She turns to regard her drooling companion. Looks around at the empty plane. EXT. PLANE - MARGIES WINDOW As she presses up to the glass. And stares up at the stars. And slowly... an eerie static-filled SIGNAL rises in volume... CLICKING and CHIRPING with a steady, if indecipherable, message. MANS VOICE Its called SETI at Home-- As in-- Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence at Home-- THE SAME STARS CAN BE SEEN from the window of-- CHARLIE KOGANS BEDROOM. Where several SUITS are looking over the boy as he sits at his computer-- showing off the enormous SPIKE hes discovered in the signal analysis feature of his S.E.T.I.@ Home program. dad Its a program that allows anyone to use the downtime on their home computer to help process raw data from the real SETI radio telescopes. Mom His Uncle Mike just set this up for him a couple days ago. Dad Guess you better write Uncle Mike a really nice thank you note, eh sport? 00020000039B00008A32395,Suit 1 Actually. Wed rather you didnt... As the suits explain National Security to the family, Larry turns back to look out the window. Hank comes up behind him. hank Ptolemy... Copernicus... Galileo... Margie Ryan... and now...Charlie Kogan... Youd better get cracking... Larry (staring at something below) On what... HANK On discovering something. If you dont hurry... The Universe is gonna run out of mysteries to solve... Larry Maybe... Maybe not. LARRYS P.O.V. OF THE STREET BELOW Ishmael stands in a pool of streetlight on the corner. Staring back up at Larry. He smiles. And walks away... The presidents voice Yesterday, at approximately 9:46 p.m. Pacific Standard time, Miss Marjorie Ryan, Assistant Director of NASAS Very Wide Array program, made what may turn out to be the most important scientific discovery of the 21st century. A new planet orbiting the outer reaches of our solar system. 0002000005E100008DC75DB,A JAPANESE TELEVISION Surrounded by Japanese astronomers. The PRESIDENT at his podium on the screen. President Since then, the discovery has been verified and independently confirmed by two other prominent astronomy teams. Toyamas voice Name ONE! Hideii Toyama, all wild black hair and hip science geek glasses, glares at the TV, Margie smirking at his side. toyama What are you trying to accomplish with this ridiculous posturing? Margie Funny. I was going to ask you the same question. Toyama Ive endangered my own research and that of several very powerful scholarly enemies to support you-- And after 3 days of embarrassment, in the face of overwhelming proof that you are clearly either blind or delusional, you now come all this way to call ME a liar?? Margie Pretty much. That does it. Toyama walks. Margie rolls her eyes and follows. INSIDE THE OSAKA UNIVERSITY OBSERVATORY Toyama lifts his eyes from the high-tech eyepiece on the giant telescope beside him. TOYAMA Look! LOOK FOR YOURSELF! Theres nothing THERE! Margie stares into the eyepiece. Still for a moment. Her eye rises... Her lips smile. Toyama glares at her. Moves in to look for himself. Toyama (CONT'D) Oh. Shit. Back at J.P.L. mission control Margie is on the vid-screen-- Behind her, there is a great deal of SHOUTING in JAPANESE. MARGIE Kenji hasnt offered an explanation as yet. He has offered a few heads, which, given his ancestry and current state of mind, Im afraid he may literally deliver. 000200000450000093A244A,Larry As long as we have confirmation. Something CRASHES behind Margie. She looks over her shoulder. Looks back into the camera... Nods. MARGIE Yup. Nasa headquarters - conference room Larry, Margie, and Hank trade glances and observe the reactions from NASA Chief KEN STEVENS as big, Boston-bred engineer George Kelly breaks it down for the Enigma Team. George KELLY We have three options... One. The Icarus Solar Observatory could be redirected into a slingshot maneuver that would allow an intercept of Enigma in 26 months time. But all youll get is a very fast flyby... The I.S.O. wont have enough fuel left aboard to achieve orbit. No one seems impressed by this. Least of all the Billy-Bob TYPE chewing gum in the back. George kelly (CONT'D) Two. The Europa Penetrator could be re-targeted... Which will get you there in half the time... But will be worthless for orbital observation. Its designed to punch through ice and swim around in the water we hope is under the surface. If it hits anything more substantial, well have wasted a great deal of time and money for nothing. 0002000006B8000097EC6B2,The assembly grumbles in dissatisfaction. George kelly (CONT'D) Which brings us to-- STEVENS --George. Look around you. Do you see even one person in this room smiling? George KELLY Nope. Stevens Know why that is, George? George Because none of these options get anyone in this room all the observational data theyd like? Stevens No. Because none of these options get anyone in this room to the surface of Enigma. George Waitaminute. You wanna send PEOPLE? Stevens Duh. The room erupts with laughter. Which subsides only when Stevens clicks the remote in his hand and the screen behind him comes alive with an enormous LIVE telescope feed of the mysterious new planet. The image is overlayed with telemetry readouts and accompanied by an eerie soundtrack of steady, artificially patterned CLICKS and CHIRPS... The entire team is hushed now. Like kids watching a magic show. Stevens (CONT'D) If it were just a ball of rock or ice or frozen methane... Wed send probes for years... Beam back pretty pictures... The usual whiz-bang technology show... On the cheap. But theres something out there, George. Something thats trying to talk to us. And since we dont know what its trying to say... Dont you think wed be better off meeting it at the front gate, rather than waiting for it to put its foot in our door? George Well, I sure as shit hope you believe in Santa Claus. Cause the only way youre gonna get to Enigma in one year is on a sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer. Billy Bob in the back smirks. He knows whats coming. Stevens Mack... Billy Bob is actually Mack ONeil. His eyes flick up. Mack oneil Yeah? STEVENS What would you need to build us a ship capable of reaching Enigma? 00020000027900009E9E273,A crooked little grin appears on Macks face. His eyes move to the large display case nearby filled with miniature rockets. A sly little grin cracking his grumpy facade. Mack ONeil Well... For starters... How about a big-ass tube of Crazy Glue. THE ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT CONFERENCE ROOM reverberates with the sound of ARGUMENTS as HANDS grab up plastic APOLLO, THOR-AGENA and TITAN II booster rockets-- snap the ENGINES off the third stage of a SATURN V-- Snatch up COWLINGS and SHROUDS-- STRUTS and SOLAR PANELS-- DOCKING MODULES and ANTENNAE-- ENGINEER 2 is even trying to figure out how to make use of a LUNAR LANDER. 0002000006040000A1115FE,VOICES How many of these do we have? You cant route a J-5 compressor line through that pump! Hey! Hand me that Soyuz module-- Behind them-- Shuttle Pilot DAVID KEMP watches. Perturbed. DAVID Excuse me... Voices Yes, that would get you the velocity, but how the hell are we gonna fuel it in orbit-- DAVID EXCUSE ME... Larry, Margie, and the engineers turn and look... Margie lights up like a Christmas tree. DAVID (CONT'D) All I see are a bunch of engines. Where the hell are we gonna put the crew? ENGINEER 1 Command module is located up top here, sir. With a big window in it and everything. David With seating for-- ? ENGINEER 2 Three. STevens We need room for at least seven. Engineer 2 drops his Lunar Lander. SMASH. Int. CAPE KENNEDY MUSEUM BUILDING - DAY A GUIDE lectures a gaggle of elementary school kids on a field trip-- As they all stare up at a beautiful model of the INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. Guide With the addition, last year, of the Mars Project experimental life systems science module and the hydroponics farm... A commotion of VOICES and THUMPING FEET as a SWARM OF ENGINEERS, wielding SAWZ-ALL power saws, mounts the models display base and attacks the struts holding the station aloft. The kids gape as SAWS SHRIEK and SPARKS FLY-- GUIDE (CONT'D) ...the, uh... International Space Station... is now capable of sustaining as many as 15 astronauts for up to six months without any support from Mother Earth. SHTANK! CRREEEAK!! The Space Station is yanked from its moorings and carted away. 0002000003730000A70F36D, LARRY, MarGIE, and David STARE UP AT SOMETHING UNBELIEVABLE A couple dozen other NASA types behind them, also agog. THE MINIATURE ROCKET/SPACE STATION COMBO-- Perhaps the most ungainly looking spacecraft ever assembled, looms upright before them. Flanked by grinning Engineers with paint smears, model glue, and bits of drilled plastic covering their coats. Mack ONeil grins at a simmering George Kelly. Mack ONeil Aint she a peach? George Uh huh. Except for one little problem, Mack. See, every time you brainiacs up in engineering come up with your pie-in-the-sky dreamboats. We lathe-monkeys down on the floor have to figure out how to actually build them. And, see, when we build things back in the REAL WORLD-- we dont use crazy glue. We use PEOPLE we have no budget for these days, and TOOLS we havent even begun to design for something this... ambitious. 0002000003310000AA7C32B,STEVENS We cant wait for either. GEORGE Yeah, well Im sorry about that, but these things dont just build themselves, you know. Larrys voice What if they could? The group turn as one. Larry stands there, utterly serious. ISHMAELS HAND shakes someone elses hand... Then another someone elses... On and on, down a line. And we realize that were BACK INSIDE ISHMAELS LAB... Ishmael eagerly welcoming people as the entire ENIGMA TEAM looks around uncertainly at the now utterly featureless experiment room. Larry is rather spooked by the grainy metallic skin that coats every surface. Its mesmerizing. And it wasnt here before. ishmael Im not going to waste your time with a lot of technical talk. Im simply going to demonstrate why my little friends here are the answer to all your prayers. 0002000003850000ADA737F,Hank (looking around dubiously) Uhm... What little friends would those be? ISHMAEL Mr. ONeil... Would you mind lending me one of your blueprints? Mack glances around uncertainly... ishmael (CONT'D) Anything with a completed production mass of less than 2,000 kilograms will do. One of your booster package mounting stanchions, perhaps? How the hell did he know-- Larry breaks the amazement by yanking the blueprint from Macks hands. He hands it to Ishmael. ISHMAEL (CONT'D) Thank you. He tosses it over his shoulder. As the others blink in surprise, some notice The BLUEPRINT on the floor... As an impossible St. Elmos fire emanates from the surface... Moire patterns of static electricity tugging at the paper... Unrolling it. Ishmael (CONT'D) In future, we wont be needing paper copies. I can feed the makers your raw computer data. Though it is fun to watch them read... 0002000003AE0000B1263A8,The blueprint suddenly sinks into the floor-- A microthin translucent layer of makers flowing like liquid across the design. The intricate lines of the blueprint beneath this layer light up with tiny sparkles that race along like microthin fuses to the lines ends-- then explode in 2 dimensional shockwaves that expand out across the rest of the floor-- up the walls-- across the ceiling-- the varicolored waves intersecting in kaleidoscopic interference patterns... And suddenly-- The entire glowing, pulsing mass that coats the room...begins to move... Rippling-- Flowing downward... Undulating toward the center of the chamber. And now... Something bulges at the center of the sparkling mass... amorphous internal shapes like developing bones forcing the shimmering ooze into a rough geometry-- rising now... higher... higher... As if some long-legged alien BEAST were struggling to be born from a molten rainbow placenta-- 0002000002EA0000B4CE2E4,The Team stare in child-like awe. One of the engineers literally falls on his ass. And now it begins to take shape... Mack recognizing it first with a tiny giggle. The strut-like assembly inscribed on the blueprint is now revealed as the flowing crystalline ooze ebbs from the towering creations mirror-perfect metal surfaces. Gaping in slack-jawed wonder, the team watches as the remaining volume of makers retreats to the rear and forms itself into a perfect metallic sphere. MACK ONEIL has tears in his eyes. He looks at Ishmael. Looks at the strut. Looks at Ishmael. And shoves ALL THE BLUEPRINTS into Ishmaels hands. Ishmael smiles... The smile of a man who has won everything. The international space station IN ORBIT 0002000004DB0000B7B24D5,Swarming with astronauts helping to retrofit the ship for intra-system flight. Glittering new maker technology insinuated in and around the crude earlier work of men. Inside Technicians in blue ROCKWELL jumpsuits thread their way through a weightless jungle of new iridescent maker-produced duct-work, cables, and plumbing. Panels, tools, and insulated equipment packages float about. George Okay, folks, in about 3 minutes you might want to hang on to something... Were gonna make a little orbital adjustment. Get the sun out of the boys eyes. The resident STATION CREW watch from the sidelines in the galley. LEWIS, geek Microgravity Biologist, wearing a live snake around his neck, stares out a porthole, pondering the Earth below, LEWIS I like this orbit. I can see my house from this orbit. (to the snake) Look-- see-- there it is-- the little ranch-style one with the kidney-shape pool? DIANA CHEN, Flight Surgeon, takes readings from the biometrics package strapped to climatologist Peter Mellingers arm. He scratches at one of the multitude of electrodes glued to his naked torso. Chen Why didnt they just take us down? Its not like were getting any serious work done with these guys tearing everything apart. 0002000007830000BC8777D,MELLINGER When the bus that brought these guys up goes back... We go back. Its all about money. Taslovs voice Perhaps theres another reason. The others look up to find the ships engineer, ALEXEI TASLOV, floating down from the hubtunnel above. Taslov Does no one else find it fascinating that the powers that be have yet to select a crew for this mission? Chen Awww... Poor Alex. Didnt get invited to the party. Dont feel bad. Neither did any of us. Taslov Dont be too sure. JENNY PETRUSKY, mission systems mechanic, floats in, patting Taslov on the head. Petrusky More Russian Intelligence, Alexei? Taslov More common sense, my little Polish satellite. He leans toward her-- lasciviously. She smirks. Stopping him with one finger on his nose. Petrusky Just remember Poland got away... She pushes off, arrowing toward the airlock at the far end of the chamber-- TASLOV (calling after) But like Poland... where are you going to go? CREW MODULE - COMMANDERS QUARTERS David floats before his cabins porthole-- Staring out at the stars... A knock on his door. David Yeah. Petrusky enters... Closing the door behind her. David (CONT'D) Jenn... Its still a need to know situation. Petrusky Well, I need to know whats going on. I was due to rotate home 2 months ago. Shes not leaving without an answer. He sighs. David Theres not enough time to train an entirely new crew. Familiarize a bunch of rookies with how we do things up here. Petrusky So theyre asking us to volunteer. David Not exactly. Petrusky I see. And if we say no? He turns back to his window... David Youll never see this view again. Meaning much more than that, of course... DAVID (CONT'D) Im taking Atlantis down tomorrow... Youll need to decide before I go. She wrestles with something... Something bigger than the mission at hand... Makes a decision. Petrusky I need sex. David looks at her. Sure. Why not. 0002000005600000C40455A, ENIGMA LOOMS On the big screen at J.P.L. Larry, wearing a size XXXX pale blue Star Trek Science Officers shirt, is lecturing the team. A couple of GRAD STUDENTS quietly deliver lunch trays. Margie gets a salad. Larry a burger. David is delivered an unopened CAN OF SPAM. Ho. Ho. Ho. He looks up just in time to catch Larry averting a self-satisfied gaze. LARRy Enigma is slowly giving up its secrets. Its about the size of Mars. Has an atmosphere of various breathable elements and what appears to be suspended metallic particulates of some kind. TOyama I still dont understand how our most advanced telescopes missed it... Ferrelli Actually... As it turns out... they didnt. It was our data interpreters that missed it. Our human... data interpreters... Since our last meeting weve been sitting over their shoulders, rechecking everything weve got on that section of sky... And... Impossible as it sounds... Theres evidence of our little enigmas existence going as far back as the first Hubbel series. Larry One would almost suspect a conspiracy... If one were pre-disposed to thinking that way. Hank Its grad-student sloppiness. Boredom. Fatigue. Hell, who wants to look for little black dots when they can look at the Eagle Nebula? David What Id like to know... is whether theres anything underneath all that crap that I can land on. 0002000003560000C95E350,Margie There has to be... Its not large enough to keep any kind of atmosphere together without a solid core-- Larry We dont know that-- This thing is utterly exotic. For all we know it could have a microscopic singularity for a core-- and its vacuuming up the Oort Cloud as it approaches-- david Wait-- a microscopic what-- Ferrelli --a singularity... a very tiny black hole-- david --Im supposed to land on a black hole?-- Margie No-- Its not hot enough for a-- Larry -- Okay-- A subatomic singularity then-- Maybe it did appear only months ago-- Margie What about all the years of evidence? LARRY -- Explained! If its a variable gravity well caused by oscillating inter-dimensional superstring collision-- FerRelli --What the fuck are you talking about?-- Larry --Im talking about not allowing moths too close to the fucking flame! 0002000004580000CCAE452,Margie --Youre talking about figuring out what it is without actually having to go! larry Yeah? Well, youll be wishing youd done the same when you and your ship enter the gravity well of this VERY POSSIBLE subatomic singularity and are suddenly, and no doubt painfully, stretched into an infinitely long stream of shredded atomic nuclei! Which, if current theory is to be believed, would leave at least ONE 4-dimensional copy of your curious self caught in that instant of maximum OUCH factor for ETERNITY! margie You think you can figure it all out from your Twinkie-filled desk! Getting fatter and sadder and reminding people that youre the ranking astrophysicist on the Presidents Council for the Advancement of Science-- And Sure, manned spaceflight is sexy-- But Im out there on the edge of discovery! Im charting a course for explorers yet to come! When, in fact, all youre charting is a course for diabetes, a heart attack, or CANCER! SILENCE. Everyone in the room is staring at them. DAVID So... Can I land on it? Yes? Or no? Margie Yes... I think. David looks to Larry. 0002000006D20000D1006CC,Larry Youre not gonna find out... till the lander... lands. (shrugs) Or doesnt. David smirks. Forks up a wad of Spam. David Well. I guess this is why we still need Spam in the can. Shoves it in his mouth. Mmmmmmmmmm. Margie glances over at Larry. He meets her gaze. And walks out. THE BUILDINGS ROOFTOP is home to a makeshift party deck. Christmas lights, a telescope, and various rickety lawn furniture pieces. Larry stands at the edge. Watching the sunset. Margie appears behind him. She smirks. margie Ouch factor? (when he doesnt respond) Everythings gonna be fine, Larry. larry You dont know that. You just want to believe it. margie I have no reason not to believe it. Do you? Larry sighs. Thinks a long moment on whether to go forward with this... Finally... larry You know how everyone thinks Enigma has just been...overlooked... all these years? margie Yeah? LARRY Well... when I went to check our own records-- here at J.P.L... the kid in the archives swore up and down hed gone through every disc 5 times and found no occlusal anomalies anywhere along Enigmas orbit. Not one in 40 years worth of observations. Now this kid is no slacker punk. Hes a little brainiac. Future Margie Ryan type. Not the kind to miss something this obvious. But he couldnt find it for the life of him. Margie So? LARRY So I ask him to run through it all one more time. And he plays back the very first disc again and boom-- There it is. Right in plain sight. margie So he goofed up. LARRY No. You dont understand. NO one could have missed this. And the kid went absolutely nuts... Said someone must have planted it-- like it was a prank or something. And he wasnt just mad... He was... scared. 00020000045C0000D7CC456,Margie So? Larry So doesnt it worry you that so many people have denied seeing our planet till we arrive... and then... suddenly... they just magically see it? Margie You actually think theyre purposely hiding their observations? Larry I dont know. I hope so. Because the only other explanation... Is that they really ARENT seeing what were seeing... And with our arrival... we somehow... change that. Margie Oh, jeez... Youre getting all Quantum on me now. You actually think were knocking down some standing wave of local reality? That your superior imagination has somehow conjured up some kind of Schroedingers Planet? Larry I dont know what I think. Maybe Im just scared. Margie Maybe everyone is. Maybe thats why theyre denying whats right before their eyes. Be careful what you ask for... and all that-- Most of these people have wished so long for something like this to happen in their lifetime... And now... Whatevers waiting out there... Its potential to undo the very foundations of their scientific beliefs... let alone their spiritual ones... might be too much to bear. 0002000003C30000DC223BD,As she walks away... Larry hears it again... The ocean waves... And the laughter of a little boy... INt. the J.P.l. ARCHIVES - night A GRAD STUDENT RESEARCHER replays a piece of footage on his screen... Over and over... ENIGMA-- occluding a star-- The kid reaches out to touch the screen-- The pixels UP CLOSE-- shifting like electronic embers. HIS EYES-- searching for an answer in them. HIS fingertips... sparkling... With microscopic iridescence. MISSION CONTROLLERs voice The crew are currently engaged in final pre-flight activities aboard the space craft in preparation for this mornings de-orbit maneuver. ABOARD THE SHIP - IN THE MICRO-GRAVITY BIOLOGY LAB Lewis watches the newscast on his laptop-- eating a SNAK-PACK pudding cup... when he suddenly stops... and looks up... as if expecting someone to be there. But hes alone with the animals. He turns his eyes to a particular painted turtle... Snatches it out of its plastic habitat. 0002000003A60000DFDF3A0,Lewis Hello, little guy. Ready to meet the aliens? Wonder what theyll think of us. Or you-- The turtle just blinks at him. Lewis gets a fun idea. Sets the animal spinning in mid-air-- letting go... LEWIS (CONT'D) Look! Its GAMERA, the flying turtle! The little turtle spins and spins and-- ON THE BRIDGE-- David and Mellinger go over a pre-flight checklist. Lewis VOICE AAAAH! SHIT! David hits the comm button. David Whats wrong? Lewis Voice Uh... I just made a very important micro-gravity biology discovery. david Whats that. IN THE MICROBIOLGOY LAB Lewis wipes at the green splotches on his face. Lewis Turtles barf. IN THE MAIN HUBTUNNEL Petrusky floats over to a cabin hatchway-- Margie is inside the cabin, velcro-ing down her belongings for launch. petrusky Need any help stowing your experiments? Margie shrugs good-naturedly. A bit embarrassed. margie I dont really have any experiments. petrusky 00020000079F0000E37F799,Really. So... Why are you here? She shakes her head in wonder and pulls herself away-- Leaving Margie to burn. Chen, helping Taslov stow a packing crate nearby, murmurs to him-- chen Fasten your seat-belts... Its going to be a bumpy year. LARRY STANDS ALONE under the pre-dawn sky. Holding a large, opened cardboard box. Watching the brilliant flare of reflected sunlight off THE ORBITING SHIP as it crosses overhead. Dropping his box on the tar-paper of the rooftop, upon which hes standing, Larry extracts a Cyalume Lightstick. Bends it-- snapping the glass cylinder within. Activating the chemiluminescent glow. He lays the lightstick on its side, on the rooftop, just so. Reaches for another. SNAP. MAJOR MATT MASON Stands with the other toys on Larrys shelf. REFLECTED IN THE TOY ASTRONAUTS VISOR-- The office door flies open and Larry enters, hurrying to his computer. HIS FINGERS-- attack his keyboard... THE CURSOR ON HIS SCREEN-- leaves a message in its wake: You might want to test the planetary observer telescope on the following coordinates... MARGIE IN HER CABIN Reacts to the soft chime of her comm-center console. Reads the e-mail with smirking suspicion. IN THE ASTRONOMY MODULE Margie and Diana Chen train the Planetary Observer Telescope on something below... IN THE EYEPIECE-- Something comes into focus. A large rooftop. Scattered satellite dishes and air-conditioning units surrounding an impromptu message spelled out in glowing letters... GO, MARGIE! Margie smiles. LARRY SITS IN HIS OFFICE Clinging to every scrap of mission information coming from the television. The picture switches to an on-board shot of MARGIE IN HER CABIN. He stares longingly at her... And the coverage switches to various on-board cameras... Larry leans in close to the screen... The picture again switches to MARGIE... Now in her full spacesuit and helmet. Eyes full of hope and wonder. 45 seconds to go. 0002000005920000EB1858C,Larry I love you. He touches the screen. Larry (CONT'D) I. LOVE. YOU. A SERIES OF SHOTS Cut faster and faster... The ship. The crew. Mission Control. The myriad switches and valves and umbilicals that could fail. The omnipresent maker handiwork-- intertwined with the primitive technology wrought by men. INTERCUT WITH- LARRY Running up a flight of stairs. Floor after floor... Chest heaving... Legs dying... Heart pounding... Larry I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you... Countdown 20 seconds... 19... 18... 17... ONBOARD THE SHIP Switches are thrown. Eyes dart to readouts. Hands reach out... To hold other hands... Countdown 13... 12... 11... LARRY ON THE STAIRS Larry I love you. I love-- He freezes... Eyes widening with pain. And fear-- He tries to take another step. Stumbles. Regains his footing... And, against the agony of his disintegrating heart, trudges on-- AS THE COUNTDOWN CONTINUES to SUDDEN, FLASH CUT IMAGES-- A younger Margie walking in to Larrys office-- Ishmaels smiling face-- Makers flowing up in a shimmering tidal wave-- The M.P.s behind the fence in the desert smiling-- with METAL TEETH and CHROME EYES-- An EXPLOSION in Ishmaels underground lab-- Margie laughing-- Ishmael lying dead on a lab floor. Makers FLOWING over him. THE SHIP-- Ignition-- UMBILICALS severing-- THE CREW reacting to the gentle acceleration-- Smiling... Laughing... Crying... 00020000052C0000F0A4526,BAM!!! THE ROOFTOP DOOR Is thrown open. Larry, pale and sweating, works his leaden limbs.. He staggers across the roof... Feet smashing apart the glowing lightstick letters as he turns a desperate little circle... Clutching at the air... Trying... Trying to look UP... Countdown voice 3... 2... 1... DARKNESS And suddenly... There is LIGHT. A sun-bright explosion. Utterly silent. Expanding rocket exhaust flying off, without a sound, in all directions as THE SHIP pulls away-- on the rooftop 200 miles below Larrys head lolls back, eyes fluttering-- And there-- in the morning sky-- The tiny flare of the departing ship-- Larrys HAND clawing at its wake. Then dropping out of sight with a CRY of anguish. And a horrible thud. INSIDE the ship There is considerably more NOISE-- RUMBLING, SHUDDERING, CREAKING, RADIO CROSSTALK, and THE CHEERS of the CREW-- Outside The ship, engines blazing, glides smoothly toward the stars. The utter silence broken only by the occasional status update by MISSION CONTROL-- Mission control +15 seconds-- Altitude 306 miles. Speed 15,720 miles per hour-- 15,900-- INSIDE The cacophony grows-- QUICK CUTS to reactions of wonder, fear, elation, and in Margies case-- Wistfulness... She strains to turn her helmeted head for a look back at Earth-- OUTSIDE HER PORTHOLE 0002000003F50000F5CA3EF,A glimpse of Margies eye, barely able to see past all that protects her from the cold airless SILENCE-- INSIDE Margie turns forward again. Instinctively punches some buttons on her console. ON HER MONITOR-- ASTRONOMY SECTION Comm ENV CREW Status Remote Functions She selects REMOTE FUNCTIONS-- Taps a few more keys-- ON HER SCREEN-- PLANETARY OBSERVER TELESCOPE She types in a longitude and latitude... ON HER SCREEN-- A BLURRED, VIBRATING IMAGE of ROOFTOPS-- A red cross-hairs locked on one in particular. Margie selects-- STABILIZE IMAGE The picture steadies. Margies heart skips a beat. She selects-- MAGNIFY-- ON HER SCREEN-- The J.P.L. ROOFTOP is crowded with workers surrounding the paramedics frantically working on Larry... MARGIE cries out NO!... but the incredible ROAR of the engines buries the sound... ON HER SCREEN-- The entire scene on the rooftop falling away-- faster... And faster... Till its just a fading jumble of pixels, lost in the rest of the planets cares... 0002000001B00000F9B91AA,MARGIE, weeping uncontrollably-- swats the monitor off... Gives in to the acceleration. Her helmet falling back into her headrest. Her eyes reflect the stars ahead... And we fall into them... Till-- THE STARS ARE EVERYWHERE And all is silent. BOOM!! LARRYS EYES SNAP OPEN-- Above him-- PARAMEDICS hover-- INSIDE AN AMBULANCE-- PARAMEDIC ONE THERE YOU ARE! THATS IT, BIG GUY-- STAY WITH US NOW! Larry Oh... Oh. God... 0002000005920000FB6358C,Paramedic one Naah! Thats just my flashlight! Now you hang in there... Were almost home-- Larry I dont... want... to die. The other paramedic leans in-- Its ISHMAEL! ISHMAEL Then why are you killing yourself? Larry You-- Paramedic one Whats that, Big Guy? Larry Hes not-- Hes not-- ISHMAEL He cant see me, Larry. Larry Help-- ISHMAEL I cant help you if you dont help yourself. Larry Please dont let me die. Ishmael Its not up to me...Its up to you... Larry What can I do?? IsHMAEL Command them-- larry Who?? ishmael The makers! Larry stares up at him. Trying to underst-- BOOM!! Larry and the gurney HES STRAPPED TO fall through the floor of the ambulance-- Larry SCREAMS-- HURTLING DOWN A BOTTOMLESS TUNNEL OF GLOOM-- The blazing lightbox of the floor-less ambulance interior growing smaller above-- racing off on its trajectory through time space-- The paramedics inside YELLING-- Pounding on the empty space where his chest should be-- LARRY screams and screams and screams... Falling... Falling... Falling... Tumbling out of the gurney... it shoots up and away... Just a body now... Falling forever... His eyes growing wider-- as he notices something. Something wrong... Vague shadowy motion under the skin of his arms-- legs-- chest-- face-- His skin growing iridescent... glowing now... the very cells... separating... burning with light-- atomic fire-- atoms coming unglued... 00020000037B000100EF375,TINY IN THE DISTANCE Larrys falling body leaves a comet tail as he begins to dissolve-- HIS BLAZING PLASMA FACE Smearing into nothingness-- His eyes melting-- even as they stare at-- ISHMAEL - falling with angelic grace beside him Staring back beatifically into the wide disbelieving glowing sockets in Larrys crystalline skull-- Larry Hellllllllp... mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Ishmael Help yourself, Larry... Your heart is broken... Tell the makers to fix it... Tell the makers... to fix everything... Whats left of Larry might almost be starting to understand when he explodes in spray of subatomic particles-- leaving only an ENDLESS GLOWING THREAD of BLUE-WHITE LIGHT-- stretching up and down, in both directions, from here to forever. Ishmael, still hovering in the void... stares at the thread in wonder. ishmael (CONT'D) To be... Or not to be... That was the question. 0002000006540001046464E,He moves closer... Staring into the blazing ray of energy that was/is? Larry. ISHMAEL (CONT'D) Now that you have the answer... What will you do with it, Larry... What will you do? 78,000 MIles from Earth - THE SHIP races toward the stars-- But youre seeing it from SOMETHINGS 360 DEGREE SPHERICAL P.O.V.-- catching up fast-- heading RIGHT FOR THE HULL-- ON A COLLISION COURSE-- PUNCHING RIGHT THROUGH ITS VERY ATOMS-- Inside the ship-- The SAME WEIRD P.O.V. flits about spastically-- as if panicked-- It flashes and morphs and streaks between a visual cacophony of perspectives throughout the vessel-- Taking instantaneous, subliminal stock of the locations-- interactions-- bodily functions-- and internal thought processes of each and every crew member. Its too much. WAY too much. Enough to make you scream. ALL AROUND THE SHIP-- THE ENTIRE CREW REACTS to the sudden and horrifically human SCREAM that reverberates through time, space, and every molecule of the ship. BACK IN THE VOID BETWEEN THE WALLS OF THE UNIVERSE Ishmael stares up at Larrys endless glowing thread. Ishmael Thats what I thought youd do. He smiles sadly... becoming ghostly... Fading away... ISHMAEL (CONT'D) See you on the beach, Larry. See you... on the beach... ABOARD THE SHIP The entire crew assembled in the galley. Except Margie and David. No ones making eye contact. David floats in. David Larry Kipp passed away at plus 29 hours 43 minutes. Mellinger You gotta be fucking kidding. David Why. Chen Thats the exact moment... She cant say it. The others don't really want to hear it anyway. Except Lewis. 00020000036400010AB235E,Lewis What. Thats the exact moment what? Taslov It was at exactly that moment... We heard him scream. Lewis looks around. Desperately trying to feign ignorance. And calm. Finally he laughs. Lewis Okay... Ha ha... Very funny... Freak out the new guy. You got me... Nicely done... Petrusky It wasnt a scream-- It was hull stress. Mellinger Hull stress? Petrusky Right around the time we reached Max Q-- the makers went through some kind of structural realignment-- David Why-- Petrusky Auto-correction to load factors would be my guess. lewis Sorry, the answer our judges were looking for was-- The fucking ghost of Larry Goddamn you assholes left me behind Kipp! Just not wanting it to be true doesnt mean shit. Petrusky The ship isnt haunted, Lewis. It is, however, nine centimeters shorter. And now sports two extra thrust pods on the nose. 0002000003A900010E103A3,Wow. Petrusky pushes off, pirouetting seductively past Mellinger-- way too close. Petrusky (CONT'D) Auto. Correction. To load. Factors. She floats off-- through the hatch to the hubtunnel. Mellinger I got a load you can factor. Bi-- David --Shut up, Mellinger. MARGIE FLOATS weightless in her cabin. Curled into a fetal ball. Tiny globulized tears orbiting her sleeping face... A shadow from the hubtunnel-- David overriding the tint in her hatch glass. IN THE HUBTUNNEL -- Jenny Petrusky appears behind him. Petrusky Do we have a problem? David turns from Margies hatch, clicking the tint function back on. David I dont know. Do we? Petrusky If youre talking about the ship... Then, no... At least I dont think so. I believe the makers were truly adapting to unforeseen mission factors. But if youre talking about the crew... Well... This mission is far too important to let it fall it apart over broken hearts. 0002000003A2000111B339C,David Then dont let it. Petrusky Im not interested in your idea of love, David. But in a ship this size-- you are going to need to decide who youre fucking. Soon. You cant play space stallion in a closed-loop environment. Somebodys very likely to get hurt. David Believe it or not... I take this mission seriously. Petrusky Mission? This isnt a mission. Its a ratings grab. And the only thing you take seriously is adding notches to your belt or doing something thatll get them to put up a statue of you in your home town. David Whatevers waiting for us out there could end up being the most important discovery in history. PETRUSKY Whatevers waiting for us out there will amaze the viewers of MSNBC for exactly 3 weeks before it too becomes yesterdays news. The age of wonder is over, David. The only thing left to discover is just how far the human race is willing to go to satisfy its various hungers. 0002000003380001154F332,David How far are you willing to go, Jennifer? Petrusky If things start to go wrong? If nature...and chaos... begin their natural processes of elimination? I guarantee you I will be the last one alive. David What makes you so sure? Petrusky Ive taken out a little insurance policy. And with that she smiles defiantly and pushes off. Leaving David to ponder her meaning... LARRYS FUNERAL Is better attended than he would have guessed it would be. Its even got television coverage. Some of which is beamed, via the big maker encrusted dish on the SATELLITE UPLINK TRUCK in the distance, into-- Deep space Where the ship now flies beneath the gaze of the moon. INSIDE THE GALLEY Margie, Lewis and Chen are the only ones who bother to watch as ONSCREEN-- Ishmael answers questions put to him by a news anchor. 0002000004D4000118814CE,news anchor We know that the crew are watching now. Tell me... How long will it take this broadcast to reach the ship? ishmael Well... Until the makers came along... It would have taken about 6 minutes for our signal to travel from Earth to the ship, at its present distance. But one of the amazing talents these little miracles have displayed is their ability to is something called quantum tunnelling. Its a lot of gobbledygook to explain... But in short, it allows atoms in our transmitters here on Earth to essentially drill through the fabric of time-space itself and resonate in perfect sync with atoms in the ships long-range antenna, providing instantaneous un-compressed real-time communication. News Anchor Well, Im certainly glad you spared the gobbledygook. IN THE RECREATION MODULE Mellinger jogs in the centrifuge while Petrusky and David push resistance machines. They eye each other. Taslov enters... Taslov Petrusky... There seems to be a stuck coolant valve in B-section. Can you come take a look? Petrusky stops her workout. Smirks at Taslov. Then, eyeing David... Seeing his feigned disinterest-- Petrusky Absolutely. She floats off-- Leaving David and Margie alone with the TV broadcast. 00020000036300011D4F35D,Narrator ...continuing live coverage of the funeral of Lawrence Kipp. The picture on the screen switches to footage of Larry giving his speech at the Planetarium dedication-- NARRATOR (CONT'D) Kipp, who was the senior administrator in J.P.L's deep space survey department and it's most colorful media character, was recently pushed from the limelight by his own protege', Margie Ryan, when she discovered Enigma. Margie blinks back tears at this. David looks away. DEEP SPACE Mars looms ahead. The ship a diamond glint below... The strange CLICKING-CHIRPING signal louder now... INSIDE THE Galley Taslov, Mellinger, Lewis, and Chen eat and argue... mellinger Its seismic. A wobbly core grinding away inside the mantle-- making funny radio noises-- Taslov Just because we havent figured out a translation doesnt mean it isnt a language. Mellinger 000200000595000120AC58F,Youre dreaming, professor. Theres nothing down there but molten rock and poisonous gases. Lewis You both sound like characters out of Journey to the Center of the Earth. Taslov What is Journey to the Center of the Earth? Mellinger An early science fiction novel by Jules Verne. Lewis Wrong. Its a movie from the late 50s starring James Mason and Pat Boone and this really huge Swedish guy whos got a pet duck named Gertrude... Please tell me youve seen it, Mellinger. Mellinger Cant say Ive had the pleasure. Lewis Taslov? Chen? They both shake their heads, no. taslov Sounds like American cold war propaganda. Lewis Bet your ass! Pat Boone showing the world how to escape from the bottom of a volcano using nothing but some gunpowder and a giant Atlantean soapdish! You really havent seen it? Any of you? Theyre laughing now, but still shaking their heads. LEWIS (CONT'D) Boy are the aliens gonna be disappointed with this bunch. INSIDE - THE OBSERVATORY MODULE David enters, pulling himself down through the hatch. He stops quietly... To observe MARGIE-- floating near the telescope array. Making notes on her PDA. David See any little green men? She looks over. Loving him for trying to be funny... Even if hes not. Margie Dont get your hopes up. There may be intelligence behind this... But theres still no sign of actual life. She goes back to work. David watches her a moment... 00020000048A0001263B484,David So, I heard your mom called. Margie Yeah. She just spontaneously set up her own deep space uplink using nothing but a bedpan, some catheters and a plate of lime jello. Amazing what a cancer patient can do with a little help from the President, huh? David I think everyones just concerned. Margie About me or the mission? David Both. Margie At least youre honest. David Your MOTHER is honest. Margie Yeah... well... she wanted me to tell you shes not exactly thrilled with the idea of her firstborn riding a spaceship held together by intelligent titanium toothpaste out beyond the edge of the known solar system. With a boy. david I swear... Ill take you straight to the Oort cloud and back. No parking in the asteroid field or anything. margie Promise youll get me home by midnight? DAVID I promise Ill get you home. His confidence is powerful medicine. She kisses him. He falls into her. They float through the cabin... entwined... devouring each other-- But as she rests her head on his shoulder, Margies eyes slowly wander the chamber... Scanning the glittering maker circuitry infesting the ships equipment all around them. 00020000052500012ABF51F,MONTAGE - THE PASSING WEEKS As the crew settle into their routines... And into each others cabins... David, maintaining the ships readiness. Studying courses for their approach. Examining the twin planetary probes in the docking bay. He and Mellinger practicing descent variables in the lander. He and Petrusky servicing the propulsion systems. Tension there. But growing bitterness on Petruskys part that it isnt being acted upon. Taslov makes planetary observations with Margies assistance. Hes clearly the superior in the field. But he defers to the discover of Enigma. A gentleman at all times. Except when hes chasing Petrusky. She eggs him on, but never relents. At least not for him. Instead, she liaisons with everyone else on board, including Chen. Who, in turn, gives what looks like a mercy fuck to Lewis, who soon retreats to self-imposed solitary confinement in the biology lab with the simple company of his experimental animals. Only David and Margie remain true... But as the weeks continue on... Margie begins to pull back... Becoming more and more fixated on the bright metallic maker veins that course through every part of the ship. She traces them... Follows them... And when alone, even puts her ear against them... Trying to hear what they might have to say... 0002000003AB00012FDE3A5,Boredom sets in. Jealousy. Tempers begin to flare... Small accidents occur... But each fire or decompression or plumbing leak is quickly overcome by maker help. Each physical wound cauterized and swiftly healed by the little miracles. David should be calmed by this... Instead... He seems... marginalized. Jealous. And throughout all of this... Again and again... We see ENIGMA... through the telescope... Growing closer... Looming larger... The SIGNAL more powerful...and compelling... with each passing day. INSIDE THE OBSERVATORY MODULE Margie floats inside the domed planetarium... fast asleep before the projected and highly magnified image of Enigma. As we close in on her face... the sound of waves crashing on a beach... IN HER DREAM Margie is curled on the sand... Eyes open... Staring sleepily at the waters ebb and flow... The LAUGHTER of a little boy arrives on the breeze. From somewhere out to sea. 0002000003400001338333A,Margie hears it again... Slowly sits up to look-- BACK IN REALITY-- Margie floats... serene... and unaware... of the fluid shadows... closing in from all sides... IN HER DREAM --Margie cant see the boy anywhere. She gets to her feet. THE SEA is endless. Sparkling in blazing midday sunlight. But the sky above is a black velvet void ablaze with only stars. An old weatherbeaten sign warns-- DANGER! STRONG CURRENTS! NO SWIMMING! But the laughter pulls her onward... BACK IN REALITY Sleek metallic tentacles close in on Margie... IN HER DREAM She arrives at the waters edge. Hesitates as the leading edge of a wave races toward her feet. The laughter calls her again. She looks... In the middle distance-- A YOUNG BOY... familiar somehow... Treading water. Smiling at her. Eyes twinkling with delight. 0002000003C3000136BD3BD,Suddenly the boy dives underwater... leaving only ripples in his wake... Margie stares at the water. A long moment passes. Too long. Margie starts wading into the water... Trudging faster-- Ishmaels voice Margie-- No! She stops in her tracks-- Looks back-- ISHMAEL is standing atop the dune behind the beach, wavering like a mirage... Ishmael Daaanger! Strrong Currrent! Nnnoo Swiimmming! margie He needs help! He needs me! ishmael Daaaannnnger! Strrooong Currrennnt! Nnnnoooo Swiimmm-- A THUNDERCLAP spins Margie back toward the sea-- Where a seemingly endless vertical thread of blazing blue-white light connects the stars above to the the spot in the water where the boy disappeared. And the water is now rotating-- churning-- falling away-- A WHIRLPOOL pulling the water all around down an ever-deepening black hole. The water around Margie is now surging toward the maelstrom. Margie staggers back, fighting the increasing current. 0002000004D500013A7A4CF,ishmael (CONT'D) Get out of the water, Margie! Get out of the waterrrr!! Shes trying-- But she backs INTO something standing in the water behind her-- She screams again-- Turns-- Sees only the silhouette of a man-- Reaching out-- Folding her into the darkness of his chest. Strong hands clutching her hair. As the Silhouetted Man carries Margie to shore... she stares back at the endless thread of light from the stars-- the roaring whirlpool in the sea where the little boy had been. As they arrive on the beach, Margies eyes wander toward the dune upon which Ishmaels indistinct form still stands. ishmael (CONT'D) Stay on the sand. We control the sand. The water... belongs to the other. He turns and disappears down the other side of the dune. Margies unknown savior lays her down upon the sand... The silhouette standing over her... margie Who are you? The silhouette says nothing. Margie slowly reaches her hand up to him. His hand finds hers. She pulls him down. Pulls him close. Pulls him in... BACK IN REALITY Strange writhing shadows undulate on the wall... Margies breathing coming in tight little gasps... FADE TO BLACK THE GALLEY - MORNING Davids alone. Making coffee. Margie arrives. 00020000037400013F4936E,David What happened to you last night? Margie I was alone... If thats what you mean. David goes back to making coffee. David So was I. Before Margie can respond, Mellinger floats in. Mellinger Well, well... Looks like somebody got laid last night. Margie What? Mellinger Heheheh... Youve got that glow about you. David looks at her. She flushes red. Which just freaks her out even more. She exits fast. Leaving Mellinger staring after her. He looks at David. Mellinger (CONT'D) Oh. Shit. Hey. It wasnt me. David just stares after Margie. Truly worried now. RECREATION MODULE - NIGHT Margie working out. Pushing herself-- Concentrating... But unable to keep the IMAGES out of her mind-- FLASH CUTS of lovemaking... on that strange ethereal beach... with the man whos face she cannot see. But it doesnt seem to matter.. Its amazing... And she wants more... 0002000004FA000142B74F4,GAMERA IS MISSING His container, empty. Lewis freaks-- Starts searching everywhere... Finally comes upon Taslov in the galley... whos just finishing up some kind of finger food. lewis Have you seen Gamera? taslov The turtle? lewis Yes, the turtle-- Taslov sucks at something caught between his teeth. Glances at Mellinger, who blinks uncomfortably then exits. The moment isnt lost on Lewis. He watches with growing dread as Taslov snatches up a napkin. Wiping his fingers oh-so-carefully. Finally stops, meeting Lewis gaze. Taslov What. I was hungry. So I ate it. Lewis LEAPS for Taslov-- Mellinger flies back in-- grabbing him-- Laughing uneasily. Mellinger Hey! HEY!-- Take it easy! Hes giving you shit-- Jeez, man, dont you even recognize the line? Lewis What?? Mellinger I was hungry... So I ate it! Its from Journey to the Center of the Earth! When the freaky old guy takes the big Swedes duck, Gertrude, and eats it... Margie freezes... Margie Mellinger... Mellinger What! Margie I thought you said youd never seen Journey to the Center of the Earth. Mellinger I... I havent. Uh oh. MELLINGER (CONT'D) But... I can see it... In my head... I can remember scenes and lines... James Mason... Pat Boone... At the Liberty Theater... 0002000005BE000147AB5B8,Lewis Thats where I saw the movie... when I was a kid. In Illinois-- Youre from Seattle. Chen Im from Taiwan. But... I know I saw it at the Liberty too. And-- Kelly Murphy... was sitting two seats ahead... I can smell her perfume... Taslov So...can I. But it... It was the Liberty Theater... in Moscow? On a double Matinee bill with... Margie Mysterious Island? He nods. So does Chen. Margie looks at Lewis... Hes freaking. Margie (CONT'D) And I wanted to see if I could make out with Kelly... chen But Jim Bodziak came in and sat in the seat between us and ruined everything. Lewis tries desperately to not look terrified. Lewis You guys are fucking with me again... Right? Ishmael stares back at us from a video monitor Clearly concerned...but weighing his words carefully. Ishmael The makers, in an effort to maximize efficiency, will choose the shortest distance between any two points in their travels. This often necessitates their riding the forced air currents through the ship rather than migrating overland along their visible circulatory routes. In any closed system, there is apt to be a certain amount of shared contamination. In short, every breath you take, every meal you eat, likely contains countless millions of makers. Though physiologically harmless in transit, we believe the makers have taken it upon themselves to perform certain... adjustments... to the systems they encounter on the way to their assigned tasks. 00020000031000014D6330A,David Meaning the systems... inside... us... Ishmael Yes. Lewis Holy shit. Chen Are we talking-- tissue repair? Artery cleaning? That kind of thing? Ishmael Its too early to tell. Mellinger Seems to me its a little fucking LATE to TELL US. David Mellinger. Ishmael Theres no indication, as yet, that theyre doing anything but upgrading your internal systems. Mellinger Hey-- Im not a fucking laptop! Keep your software out of my hardware! Call em off, right now! Ishmael Its not that simple. MELLINGER You made these things... Ishmael In point of fact... they made themselves... Mellinger You thought them up! Ishmael Actually... Im not altogether sure they didnt do that themselves too. David Doesnt sound to me like youre altogether sure of anything... 0002000004E90001506D4E3,Ishmael Quantum physics being what it is-- Lewis --A crock of shit, you mean? Ishmael The fact that were having this conversation with no delay should be proof enough that it isnt that. Were entering a completely new area of discovery here. David No. Were entering it... Lewis Really!! You wanna be a brave pioneer? Prove your Quantum Tunnelling REALLY has potential? Then I suggest you use it to teleport your ass out here so I can kick it! Ishmaels eyes twinkle... Ishmael Trust me. Im working on that. Margie and David share a look. Ishmael (CONT'D) Things are... changing... back here on Earth. Its a time of wonders. But Id give anything to go where youre going... David I wouldnt worry about that... Im sure theyre adding a whole new circle to hell with your name on it. He swats the monitor off. Chen I would have liked to have asked him a few more questions about what we can expect. What precautions we might want to take. Mellinger Like he knows. Lewis Like we could do anything about it if he did. Margie We dont know anything harmful is going on. I mean... Think about it... Usually this far into a mission... Somethings gone wrong... A mechanical failure... Someone getting sick... Everythings... Fine. 0002000003E5000155503DF,She pulls herself toward the hubtunnel. AS SHE REACHES HER CABIN HATCH-- She notices David has arrived behind her. David (quiet) Want company? Margie glances around... As if worried about being observed. David Its been weeks. Margie Im sorry... Im just exhausted... She starts into her compartment. David Margie-- She whirls on him, trembling-- MARGIE I need to sleep! She slaps the hatch control-- it shuts in Davids face. Inside the cabin Margie turns from the hatch... Eyes wide... Margie I need... To sleep... And then her eyes fix on one of the shiny metallic maker arteries in the room... A glittering message formed in letters raised from its smooth surface-- Perchance to dream? Margie Who are you? The letters swirl... changing... forming a new message-- WHO DO YOU WANT ME TO BE? MARGIES EYES leave the words... and stare... INTO SOME ENDLESS BLUE VOID Margie stands, naked... Holding herself... Trembling. Staring out at the nothing... Searching... Then she sees-- 0002000004710001592F46B,SOMEONE approaching from the gloom. A male form. Physically perfect in silhouette. Face hidden by the backlight... The man approaches with balletic grace... Until Margie, seen from over the mans shoulder, clearly recognizes him. And her eyes widen in wonder... And whoever it is reaches out for Margie-- Folding her into his chest-- And we rise up to see...that the physically perfect specimen... is LARRY. BACK IN REALITY Margies eyes, staring at the vision... fill with tears. NIGHT - INSIDE the ship-- Petrusky floats in her cabin-- Asleep. Somewhere in the ship... A metallic clunk. Her eyes flash open. MOVING THROUGH THE HUBTUNNEL Petrusky peers into each crew members compartment-- Finds the others asleep... Then she reaches MARGIES HATCH... The viewport is obscured...by maker coating. She touches it... Tries to scratch it with her fingernail... But whatever damage she does is instantly repaired. Suddenly... an idea... She pulls her systems analyzer from a cargo pocket. Rips the battery case off. Pries the power cell out. And using a pen, bends the contact strips up like little devils horns. 00020000038800015D9A382,INSIDE MARGIES COMPARTMENT CLOSE ON THE VIEWPORT-- Strange shadows writhing across it-- the sounds of animal sex-- When, suddenly-- the metallic coating on the other side of the glass is REPULSED by the application of Petruskys battery to the area. Little glittering tendrils of maker material make tentative incursions toward the battery-- only to pull back warily... Leaving just enough space for Petruskys EYE to peer INSIDE... HOLD ON HER EYE... As is widens...and WIDENS... until whatever shes seeing... Finally... Sinks. In. ALL AROUND THE SHIP-- Crewmembers are jolted awake by Petruskys SCREAM. MARGIES EYES FLASH OPEN-- Darting all around-- FLASH CUTS of WHAT THEY SEE-- Smooth metallic limbs-- too many of them-- holding-- clasping-- parting her-- Crystalline cilia caressing her breasts-- Liquid silver probes thrusting everywhere-- Margie spits one out of her mouth-- 00020000033A0001611C334,Margie oh god... NO! LARRY-- NO!!!! The amorphous metallic sex octopus enveloping her suddenly freezes, trembling... Margie (CONT'D) No... Please... The thing twitches... Its appendages uncertain what to do... As Margie extracts herself from its clutches... Gathering scattered clothing... She tries desperately not to panic... The metallic thing slowly pivots to follow her every move... As if it might POUNCE at any moment... Margie (CONT'D) Im sorry... I... I thought it was just a dream. I cant... I... In the process of keeping one eye on the thing... While gathering her clothes AND making her way toward the hatch... She misses several desperate but quickly extinguished messages erupting in the surfaces of various maker veins she passes-- Each time-- the message is the same-- NOT ME! NOT ME! NOT ME! 0002000005650001645055F,Margie is at her hatch now... The things appendages twitch... Like a spider, ready to leap... margie (CONT'D) This isnt... what I want, Larry... NOT ME! NOT ME! NOT ME!! appears in the wall behind her-- But is quickly swallowed by a fresh wave of maker metal. Margie (CONT'D) Im going to go now, Larry... NOT ME! NOT ME! NOT ME!! The shiny twitching thing tenses... The rounded ends of its tentacles growing decidedly... pointy. Margies hand reaches slowly for the hatch control... Almost there-- WHOOSH-- It leaps for her-- But BWOOSH-- her hatch flies open-- PETRUSKY yanking her out-- And bringing up THE POWER CELL-- Which stops the thing in mid-air-- Its razor sharp probes inches from impaling her from all sides. She backs slowly into the hubtunnel, blocking the things path to Margie. She slaps the hatch control-- BWOOSH! The hatch slides shut. On the other side of the viewport-- The THING starts to hit and flail and spin and SHRIEK like a razor sharp metallic baby having a temper tantrum-- Until its flying tentacles shred the cabin wall and the entire room EXPLODES-- the decompression hurling the THING and all of Margies possessions out into space-- Margie and Petrusky stare through the viewport in amazement as the THING and the rest of the debris hurtle off into the void... The SCREAMING THING flailing all the way into infinity... 000200000711000169AF70B,Petrusky What. The Fuck. Was that? IN THE RECREATION MODULE Everyone floats around Margie... Wanting answers. Mellinger What do you mean, Larry IS the ship! Thats fucking crazy. Petrusky Oh, and the part about the ship raping Margie ISNT? Margie He... It... didnt rape me. Lewis So... What... Youre having an affair with the ship? David eyes her with a mix of fear and amazement. Margie Ive been having dreams... About Larry... Lewis Where youre having sex with him. Margie Yes. Mellinger And the ship-- or the makers that hold it together-- are getting in on the act? PeTRUSKY Theyre getting in on something. Margie We just took it for granted that the makers were machines... following orders... We know they have a certain level of intelligence. But... what if they also... have feelings? david You think the makers are in love with you. margie No... But if Larry really is here... somehow... Maybe they can somehow sense his love. david Hes dead, Margie. Buried in a cemetary 300 million miles from here. I know it hurts. I know you loved him too, but your love isnt enough to bring him back to life. margie Then why are the makers filling us with his memories... Why are they talking to me with his words? What if the makers on Earth took what they knew of Larry... and...transmitted it... to the makers in this ship. What if we really do have spirits, David... Maybe the makers, in trying to serve one of their masters, granted Larry his last wish and sent him to the stars with us... Chen The question is... Are the makers projecting Larry into your mind... to get what they want... Or are you projecting Larry... into theirs... to get what you want. Suddenly the entire maker network shimmers and oscillates the vibration building in power and frequency to form-- 00020000032D000170BA327,Larrys voice Mmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggiiieeeee... It sounds like God whispering through millions of miles of vacuum hose... And it scares the shit out of everyone in the room. Margie I didnt project that... The others exchange terrified glances. Lewis (to the air) Hey, Larry... Hows it...you know... going? Larrys voice Mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggiiiiiiieee..... talllllllllkkk... David Answer him. Margie Hello... Larry... Larrys voice Maaarrrggiiiee....tallllkk... alone! BWOOSH-BWOOSH!!! The hatches at either end of the module FLY OPEN on their own. Lewis Okay. We are in deep ship. He leads the way in the exodus from the module. Only David remains with Margie. David Im not leaving you alone with... Margie I dont think you have a choice. David isnt used to not having choices. 000200000253000173E124D,Margie (CONT'D) If he can open the ships inner hatches. He can probably open the outer ones too. Ill be okay, David. I can feel it. Whatevers going on here... Whatever this is... Its not trying to hurt us. David Ill be right outside that hatch. He heads for it. Pauses before going through. David (CONT'D) Dont get him mad, Margie. He goes through. Margie Maybe you guys should put your helmets on... Just in case. Before he can react-- BWOOSH-- The hatch slams down before him. Leaving Margie... ALONE. She looks toward the forward hatch... ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT HATCH 0002000007340001762E72E,David presses close... Hoping to hear something. The others are seen in the background, freaked beyond measure. Inside the recreation module As Margie looks aft-- She YELPS in shock. Larry...or rather... a glowing cloud of metallic micro-prisms in the shape of Larry... stands before her. Wafting ever so slightly in the chambers air currents. Margies mouth works, but nothing comes out. Larry Margie... Listen to me... I dont have much time... Margie Larry... Its not that I dont-- Larry --Listen-- please... I cant hold this shape for long... Theres something wrong with the makers... Ishmael is losing control of them... Theyre confused... unstable... Margie What-- Larry Hes too far away... I dont know whats going to happen... but I had to tell you... I never touched you... I swear... It was... the other... the new one... Margie Theres someone else... in the ship? Larry Not a person... Margie An... alien? Larry No... Something... like us... but... more powerful... If Ishmael loses control-- The makers will do anything it wants. Margie And what does it want... Larry Everything. Its so hungry... for experience... But... its not evil. It is... utterly innocent... It doesnt know right from wrong... It didnt think it was taking anything... from you... It thought it was giving you... what you wanted. margie And how did it know what I wanted? larry Im... part of it now... or its part of me... I dont know... I can feel what it feels... but I cant talk to it... I know its trying to communicate with me... but it has no words... Margie Larry... I dont understand how you can be here... How you can be alive... Let alone be the ship... Larry Im not the ship... Im... in the ship-- in its atoms... But not... part of them. The makers are just... remembering me... So hard to explain... 0002000004F400017D5C4EE,Margie Sounds like... You kinda have to be there. Larry Yes... But I think... We all are there... I can see... or, rather... sense... you and the others-- where I am-- as endless resonating strings of... light... That strikes a chord in Margie... LARRY (CONT'D) You... in the physical world...just perceive a different... manifestation... of life. Birth... is just... what you really are... taking on a different form... for a ride... on the human roller coaster... Margie Heh. Wheeeee. Larry I think thats what the makers have been doing all along. Riding us... Margie What does that mean... Larry I suppose its a little late to tell you that Ishmael is not exactly... what he appears to be. Margie Look at the pot calling the kettle black. Larry I have... images... memories... that dont belong to me... I think Ishmael... the real Ishmael... died... in a lab accident... several years ago... The version of him that we interacted with... was a simulacrum... Created by the makers... At first...to save themselves... but eventually to escape the lab... And disperse themselves across the planet. Margie To what end? Larry Thats what Im trying to find out. And Ishmaels not being very co-operative. Margie Are you able to communicate with him? 0002000004E60001824A4E0,Larry For a while I could feel.. something like him... all around... like... a magnetic field... holding it all together... Then... a new thread appeared... the new one... the other ...the one that the makers on this ship are drawn to... Since then... There have been... conflicts... The makers fighting amongst themselves over which God to listen to. Ishmael... or the new one. And with each hour we move further from Earth... the confusion has increased... And it feels like... like somethings going to happen... something... something... some-- Silence. Too loud. Too long. Margie Larry? She presses closer to the maker vein... Larrys not there. She peers out her viewport... Looking for answers... Margie (CONT'D) Larry? The SHIP PULLS AWAY-- The porthole framing Margie growing smaller... and smaller... Till the ship is but a tiny fragment of warmth in the cold vault of stars. A tiny fragment... which suddenly explodes. Ishmael Sits on a lawn chair on the edge of a plateau, overlooking the canyon beyond. The research facility shimmering in the heat behind him. We HEAR the approach of a car... Gravel crunching under slowing tires. Engine shutting off. Two doors opening and closing... Tentative footsteps drawing near. 00020000057E0001872A578,Hank Ishmael... Theres been an accident. Ishmael Yes. I know. HUBBEL TELESCOPE IMAGERY of the tumbling, shattered remains of the ship. In the oval office The cabinet watches the images on CNN. Hank and Ishmael sit on the couch... But theyre clearly on the carpet. ADVISOR The downlink indicates a powerful magnetic pulse that spiked just before we lost signal. We believe this pulse caused a massive bonding failure within the maker superstructure. President The glue... came undone. ADVISOR Yes sir. President And what was the origin of this magnetic pulse A solar flare? Some previously undiscovered radiation belt? advisor No. The pulse seems to have originated inside the spacecraft. HANk The only thing onboard that ship capable of generating such a powerful magnetic pulse... was the makers themselves. And the only person authorized to give them direct orders... (looks at Ishmael) ... is him. THE PRESIDENTS FACE Is red with fury... And very close to us... He and Ishmael are alone in his private study now... President What the fuck is going on? Ishmael If I told you, you wouldnt believe me. President I dont believe you now. This isnt what you promised. I gave you your 25 billion dollar underground lab... Your black project protections... Half my fucking army to keep out bad guys. In return I was supposed to get total control over perceived reality. 00020000037F00018CA2379,Ishmael I lied. I used your ambition as a lever... to move the Earth. President Im gonna drop heaven and earth on your fucking head if you dont make things right. Now, get my people to Enigma, make contact with friendly aliens who want us to reach for the stars, and get our heroes home before November. Ishmael smiles. Ishmael Very well. THE DEVASTATED SHIP Adrift in space... IN THE RECREATION MODULE Darkness. But for meager starlight from the portholes. Then... LIGHT... A bouncing beam from the hubtunnel. A flashlight in the gloved hand of a space-suited figure. MELLINGER peering into the gloom-- LEWIS, also suited, over his shoulder-- Mellingers flashlight beam plays over the dead ships interior. Loose equipment and garbage float everywhere. Twisted iridescent ropes and splotches of seemingly dead maker circuitry tumble about. Mellinger examines one. 00020000032D0001901B327,Mellinger What the fuck happened? Lewis Maybe their batteries ran out. IN THE GALLEY Light has been restored. Heat comes from portable units. Not enough to keep peoples breath from condensing in the cold. The crew are assembled, wild-eyed with fear. All except Chen, whos way past that useless emotion by now... Chen Ive worked the numbers every way I know how... If any of us are to make it to Enigma... 3 of us will have to-- David --Hold it. We dont even know if the ship is going to make it that far anyway. We should figure out what went wrong... If we can do that, maybe we can reverse the situation. Mellinger The makers weve found so far are dead, Captain. We cant do shit without them. David Were alive. We have tools. We have power. Petrusky Spoken like a true killer ape. David 00020000072D00019342727,Dont fuck with me right now. Petrusky I wouldnt dream of it. David I need your assessment of our engineering needs. Whats it gonna take to put this fucker back together enough to get us to Enigma. Chen Im telling you it doesnt matter whether the ship will make it or not so long as-- Mellinger Im not drawing straws-- A loud ARGUMENT starts-- Taslov, watching with resigned calm, suddenly cocks his head to one side... Hearing something... He looks toward the hubtunnel... Listening... Listening... Taslov The sea... No one notices Taslov... As he slowly floats backward... Into the hubtunnel... BACK IN THE GALLEY An alarm blares from the comm-center. David pushes over to it-- David Show Aft Airlock The view on the screen shifts to the aft airlock... Taslov is opening the inner hatch. AT THE AIRLOCK Davids voice comes over the control panel intercom. David Taslov... What are you doing? Taslov When I was a boy... My mother would take me to Wrightsville beach after work... Back in the GALLEY Margie blinks at this... Its not right... TASLOV There werent any big hotels or condos like there are now... Just the sand... And the sea... ON THE SCREEN-- He enters the airlock. TASLOV (CONT'D) And I used to get out of the water and run up and flop down on the warm sand... INSIDE THE AIRLOCK He presses his back against the inner door. TASLOV And Id lie there... Staring up...out... at the cobalt blue sky... as the sun went down behind us... And then the stars would come out... And soon Id lose all sense of up and down... And it would seem as though I was floating upright... The wall of the earth behind me. The limitless night ahead... And I used to think...If I wished hard enough... Or just had the courage to make it-- believe it possible.. I could fall out into it all-- and fly forever... 00020000032000019A6931A,BWOOSH!!! The CRASH OF A WAVE-- as the outer door is blown off-- And Taslov gets his wish. IN THE RECREATION MODULE The others react, each in their way... As they see Taslovs body tumble off into the void... Petrusky One down. Two to go. WHAM-- Petrusky is slammed against the wall-- By CHEN. David Chen! MELLINGER What? You heard her-- Two more have to die-- Might as well-- He notices Chen has frozen... And is slowly loosening her grip on Petruskys throat. MELLINGER (CONT'D) Why are you stopping. You ran the numbers... If youre right-- Chen --Shes pregnant. Mellinger shoots a crazed glance at Petrusky. Then at Chen-- Mellinger How do you know? LeWIS Shes a doctor, you moron. Chen No... I just... know... Mellinger Yeah...fuck. Me too... Lewis Shit. Shit-- SHIT-- SHIT!!! 0002000005BF00019D835B9,David What... Lewis I know too... I... I dreamed I met the baby... MELLINGER Its not a baby yet... Chen What the hell does that mean? Mellinger I dont mean its not a living being... I mean... Its not... Limited yet... Its more open.... Yeah, I know... I dont know what that means, either... But I know its... right... David Whos is it... Petrusky You dont know? You really dont know? David No... I dont. Petrusky fixes her eyes on Margie. Petrusky Looks like Larrys been holding out on you. What about you, Margie... Did the ghost in the machine tell you whos been fucking me? Margie Theyve all fucked you, Jennifer. David turns white. But Margie gives him a look that tells him it really doesnt matter before turning her gaze back to Petrusky. MARGIE (CONT'D) I doubt you even know who the father is. Petrusky Youre right... What I do know... because I can feel your little bleeding hearts in my head at this very second... Is that none of you are going to sacrifice a baby to save your own lives. MELLINGER Yeah... Youre safe... For now. But if you die in childbirth... The last thing youll see is me waving bye-bye... Petrusky You wont live that long. She looks around at the others. Petrusky (CONT'D) Theres still two to go... Three... If you want to make sure the baby gets enough to eat... She smiles and pirouettes out of the chamber... Leaving the others unable to meet each others looks. MELLINGER Maybe it was Taslovs... 0002000003540001A33C34E,Chen He never fucked her. He made a bigger mistake. He loved her. lewis Hey... I just thought of something. mellinger What. lewis If Petrusky can feel our bleeding hearts inside her head... And we can still sense the baby...even after the accident... Then there must be at least some makers left alive... inside us... He looks at the palms of his hands. lewis (CONT'D) Come out, come out, wherever you are... MARGIE IN HER CABIN David at the hatch. Lets himself in. david Im sorry. margie Dont be. Shes hot. Im loyal. Youll end up with me. Hes the luckiest man in the galaxy at this moment. And he knows it. Margie doesnt waste much time enjoying his contrition... Her focus is turned to the maker veins running through the cabin. david What is it... margie What Taslov said... about the beach he used to go to as a child. 0002000005620001A68A55C,David What about it... MARGIE That was Larry... It was his story. david So now hes trying to kill us? MARGIE No. Never. I dont think Larry or Ishmael, for that matter, can control what we do. But they can put feelings... memories... in our heads. I think... through Taslov... Larry was trying to tell us something. I think... he was trying to tell us... to keep going. david By blowing ourselves out airlocks? MARGIE Think about what he said... Lying on a beach... as a child... staring up at the stars and wanting to reach them... but believing that... thanks to gravity... and vacuum...and impossible distances... you cant get there... Think of the despair. Then imagine someone... like Ishmael, for example... coming along and offering you hope... I think Larry was trying to tell us we have to choose. between hope... and despair... Taslov just didnt get the message... because he made his choice a long time ago. david Why dont you just... ask Larry... MARGIE I tried. But I think... hes gone. ENIGMA AWAITS A mighty black orb... Eating the stars... As the tiny sparkling wreck of the ship speeds ever closer... Inside the ship Margie floats, curled into a ball, before her viewport... Staring up at the great mystery... A noise spins her to find Petrusky floating past in the hubtunnel. Paused now, staring in... Eyes glittering in the dark. 0002000005E40001ABE65DE,Petrusky Whats the matter Margie? Cant sleep? Margie Can you? Petrusky Like a baby. She continues on... WE GO WITH HER-- As she pulls herself forward... Past other crew compartments... Looking in... Each time, finding another of the crew with their eyes open and their back to the wall. David... Mellinger... Lewis... Ch-- Wait... Wheres-- Petrusky Chen? FWUNTCH! Petrusky cries out and spins-- grabbing at-- THE SMALL SYRINGE plunged into her shoulder-- CHEN floats just beyond. Eyes sparkling with satisfaction. Petrusky (CONT'D) What-- You-- killed me? Her eyes flutter and dance-- roll up into her skull... Chen slips off into the shadows... A SERIES OF SHOTS-- As ONE BY ONE - Chen ambushes the rest of the crew. BODIES FLOAT EVERYWHERE... FLASH CUTS-- Bandages wrapped around limbs-- Shunts and tubes and ventilators. Needles plunged into veins. Bodies moved into positions-- Restrained with cords and straps. And finally... Chen. The only one left... at some kind of biomedical fluid pump. She starts it up. Precision pumps begin to cycle... Amber fluid flowing out of them. Into the veins of the crew. FADE TO BLACK Fade up on: A swath of glowing material Like glassine silk... sparkling in half-light. The wrapping is suddenly ripped open by MARGIES DESPERATELY CLAWING HAND-- REVEALING MARGIES TERRIFIED EYES. They dart to and fro-- Blinking as if adjusting to the light... even though its very dark... Finally her eyes focus on something... something... wrong-- 0002000005430001B1C453D,THE OTHERS cocooned in some kind of web-- floating mummies of glowing gossamer thread... interconnected by myriad umbilical strands woven to and fro with eerie symmetry. RRRRRRIIPPP-- MARGIE SHREDS HER COCOON-- Her naked form bursting out-- MARGIES HAND-- is placed against each of the other mummies hearts... in turn... margie David. Alive. Lewis. Mellinger. All fine... Somehow, she can tell... Then... She notices... theres one mummy... missing. IN THE HUBTUNNEL Margie flies... searching every cabin... every airlock... Till she reaches the BIO-LAB... Its hatch is closed. The viewport opaqued with some kind of... growth. Margie (CONT'D) Chen? Chen-- are you in there? (she pounds on the hatch) Chen?? Margie pulls the handle to open it. It wont budge... She strains against it. Sets her shoulder and rams it. Again... And again... And-- SGLUSSCHK!! It gives and Margie is launched into the chamber-- Tumbling through a humid, stinking chamber of ropy fungus and mosses-- Landing face down in a foamy orange slime thats growing on the rear wall of the chamber-- She recoils, trying to escape the obnoxious substance-- Spinning-- to the mushroom infested SKULL atop whats left of Chen. Who clearly died a long time ago. And whos body has obviously been the food source for the new life infesting the lab. 0002000003420001B70133C,Margie (CONT'D) Oh god... Chens voice Margie... Margie freezes. The voice... metallic... artificial... Comes from behind... Margie notices the shadow on the wall across from her... The thin... skeletal... shadow... Margie starts to turn... very... slowly... Chens voice (CONT'D) Dont look. Not yet... Let me explain first... Margie ...okay... WE SEE GLIMPSES-- As IT moves into the chamber-- Glimpses of grey translucent plasti-metallic skin... glowing gelatinous muscles... Liquid black eyes... Crystalline teeth... IT (WITH CHENS VOICE) My plan was good. But the crews combined metabolism, plus the voracious appetite of Petruskys unborn child, exhausted the remaining food supply sooner than Id calculated... You were all dying... And there was nothing I could do to stop it. Until I had the dream... 00020000043D0001BA3D437,Margie stares at the approaching things barely discernible reflection in the cold bright curve of a fallen surgical instrument... It (CONT'D) In the dream... I was back on earth... On a beautiful beach... I was very tired... The sun was warm... The waves soothing... And I decided to lay down... And as I lay there... The tide slowly came in... And I could feel it surrounding my body... rising... warm... seeking... Eventually flowing up and over every part of me... Till I was utterly enveloped in the warmth... And then I began to dissolve... Atoms disengaging from their neighbors in a gentle parting... And I could feel each one leaving...As if each was a tiny friend... Going away... I tried to see where they were going... But my eyes were gone at that point... I tried to call out... To ask... Where my atoms were off to... But my tongue had been taken by then... I tried to hear the music of my missing pieces... But the ears had been eaten out of my head... There was only silence... And the shimmering distant glow of the sun... Refracted through the hungry sea... 0002000004E90001BE744E3,IT is floating just behind Margie now... IT (CONT'D) You look good, Margie... Well fed... Margie Oh god... IT Id be lying if I didnt tell you Im not altogether happy with being... cannibalized. ITs crystalline teeth are awfully close to Margies ear... IT (CONT'D) Part of me... Some ancient slumbering lust... wants to kill you... and eat you. Take back whats mine... But I have no use for flesh and blood now... And it was the makers that took me apart... Not you... Margie Im... Sorry... It Dont be. Youre alive. And so, in my way, am I. Im quite a miracle really... A completely artificial human being. Containing a completely real human consciousness. Chen 2.O... My form has even been improved upon. The first of our species to evolve in any significant way in over 2 million years. See for yourself. Margie gathers her courage... And turns... And stares... And stares... Till tears come to her eyes... CHEN 2.0... IS BEAUTIFUL An idealized, perfected plasti-metallic sculpture of Chen. Not frightening in the least. Chen 2.0 is, instead, more akin to a breathtaking technological angel... Margie Why... would they do this? chen 2.0 I think... the makers need to reach Enigma... At any cost... And were the vectors... 0002000003060001C357300,margie No... That doesnt make sense... Theyre a hive intelligence... One host-- one vector would do... They dont need all of us to get there... No... We need them to keep us viable. I think were supposed to reach Enigma at any cost... Its Ishmaels helpers that are the vectors... And it doesnt really matter if our physical bodies make it... not to them... Its our souls they want... Chen 2.0 Im afraid. margie Of what? chen 2.0 Of getting there. margie Yeah... Me too. chen 2.0 But... Im more afraid... of not getting there. margie Maybe thats why youre here at all... Maybe they didnt decide to re-make you... Maybe... you did. chen 2.0 I dont know. (she looks down at her new body) I wouldve given myself bigger tits. Margie laughs. margie 0002000003090001C657303,Im glad youre alive... They hold each other a long time. As they do... Margies eyes fix on something across the room-- GAMERA... Floating in mid-air... Staring right back at her... THE OTHERS Are assembled in the galley... Trying not to stare at Chen 2.0. as she opens and distributes glistening organic looking blister packs of a putty colored substance to each of the crew. Lewis So... This stuff... is... You? Mellinger Uhgh... Chen 2.0 Eat me. Petrusky defiantly tears into her portion. Sucking it up fast-- ripping open the sack to clean out every last bit. Lewis So... If you dont mind my asking... What do YOU eat... Chen turns to fix her liquid black eyes on Lewis. Chen 2.0 Memories. The others stop chewing. Exchange glances. Chen 2.0 (CONT'D) 0002000003320001C95A32C,Of food. While youre slurping Chen pate from gelatinous protein sacks... Im enjoying a memory of the most amazing fish I once had on a vacation in Greece. She tosses membrane encased globules of fresh water to everyone. Chen 2.0 (CONT'D) Drinking water. The membrane is edible... Just pop the whole thing in your mouth. Lewis does just that. Margie You must need fuel of some kind... Lewis pops the water globule within his mouth. Chen 2.0 I ingest hydrogen from one of the engine tanks. And piss purified drinking water. Lewis, his mouth full of it, grimaces... But swallows. Chen 2.0 (CONT'D) Now... I have good news... And bad news... The good news... Is that we made it this far... The bad news is... We have just enough of me left to get us to orbit... 10 days away. David Why is that bad news. 0002000003970001CC86391,Chen 2.0 Because it might just be prolonging the inevitable. The explosion damaged the lander and the return module. To fix either, well probably have to tear apart one or the other for parts. Making the other useless. Petrusky Seems like an easy choice. We fix the return ship and go home. CHEN 2.0 You mean I go home. Unless you want to start eating each other... youll starve. Mellinger How many of us could make it back... if you... converted the others... To this... David Thats not an option. Petrusky Sounds like the only option to me. Lewis It would. CHEN 2.0 Theres another option. If we fix the lander. Make for Enigma. Well survive long enough to find out whats down there. With any luck... heat, oxygen, and water... will mean food. Or something I can convert to food. Petrusky (chuckling darkly) Fuck. At what point do you give up on optimism, Chen? david It wont work, anyway. 0002000006B40001D0176AE,mellinger What are you talking about. david The plan... The whole thing. Its pointless. margie Why? A VIDEO SCREEN Shows the planned mission trajectory. The glowing course line spiraling into an orbit around Enigma. Davids finger comes in to point-- David This is our intended intercept trajectory. And this-- He stabs a button on the console. David (CONT'D) ...is our actual trajectory. A new course line superimposes itself on the screen... Theyre going to miss Enigma... By millions of miles. Petrusky (glaring at Margie) And this... ALL OF THIS... is your fault. If you knew the first thing about surviving in the world of men... You could have used Larry to get us home. Instead... You killed him... again. And now his second death... has killed us too. Lewis Come on... Theres gotta be something we can do... Right? Captain? David cant look at him. Lewis looks to the others. Petrusky You can figure out... how you want to die. She pushes off to the hubtunnel. A long sad silence... Chen 2.0 I have... a kit. NASA provided. Youll go to sleep. Mellinger Fuck. Fuck that. Lewis NOOooooooOOoooo... I cant do that. Chen 2.0 I could let the air out. Slowly. I could wait... So you wouldnt know when I was going to do it... Again-- youd lose consciousness first... Mellinger Well still know... When it gets hard to breathe... David Theres another way. A quick way. The others look at him. David (CONT'D) Youll never know its coming. And we wont feel a thing. Something like acceptance fills the air... David Ill need a day to get it ready... If anyone wants to send a messages home... Margie We should get together... Toward the end... Nobody should be alone. 0002000006E40001D6C56DE,Lewis Yeah... I dont want to be alone... Fuck... We should have a fuckin party is what we should do... And broadcast it back to those fuckers at home that sent us on this shit run. Have a big fucking celebration and go out with a bang. Mellinger What the hell do we have to celebrate? David looks at Margie. And very nearly smiles. IT COULD BE part of a spacecraft A graceful curving bell shape of gold Kapton plastic insulation. Streamers of silver foil floating weightless all around it. But as we track backwards along its pleated surfaces-- we rise higher above and see bare human arms protruding from the top of the bell... Margies hands held by other female hands. Her hair... Set free... Surrounding her glowing face... The first interplanetary bride. Beaming as shes floated toward-- The Groom. David, in his best jumpsuit. Dyed black. Festooned with gold and silver trim. THE WEDDING takes place without sound... Only music... Playing over moments of true happiness from most everyone present... But for Petrusky. Whos opted to sit alone in her compartment. But watches on a monitor, just the same. As the Bride and Groom kiss... We CUT: OUTSIDE-- To see the tiny fractured ship... Its recreation module sparkling golden light from every port... Sailing off into the gloom... THERES A RECEPTION IN FULL SWING In the Galley. Music. Drinking. Zero-G dancing. Lewis And now, I have a little something Ive been saving for a special occasion. He pulls out a last case of his infamous SNAK-PACK pudding cups. Margie, Mellinger, and Chen 2.0 cheer. David, happier than weve ever seen him, looks over at the crew... And smiles sadly. Stows his drink. And starts to leave... Margie David? David Ill be right back. 0002000006980001DDA3692,Margie Okay. She knows. He knows she knows. David I love you. Margie I love you too. He turns before its too late. Margie lets herself drift back into the warmth, light, and laughter. IN THE ENGINEERING SECTION David enters the main hatch-- Floats into close-up... And stares at... A TUNNEL between the ships 5 GIANT LIQUID OXYGEN TANKS. David pulls himself along their length, and, reaching the end of the tunnel-- Pirouettes up and around to the MAIN COMBUSTION FEED VALVE into which all the tanks feed via heavy, frost-covered hoses. The larger pipe that once connected the VALVE to the rest of the engines workings has been severed near the valve with a jagged cut. The remainder of the tube floats like a dead snake, anchored to a secondary valve in the The aft engine chamber bulkhead. David opens the MAIN COMBUSTION FEED VALVE-- and HIGH PRESSURE LIQUID OXYGEN BLASTS OUT IN A FROSTY HORIZONTAL GEYSER-- David quickly pushes away from it, landing on the aft bulkhead next to the heavy airlock hatch at its center. As David moves up to peer through the hatchs viewport-- HIS P.O.V-- reveals a tangle of retrofitted hoses, wires, pumps and circuits in the engine room beyond. JUST OUTSIDE THE VIEWPORT David produces a remote control. Aims it through the thick Plexiglas window. Clicks it. IN THE MASS OF REFITTED ENGINE COMPONENTS A power-pack lights up-- sending current to large servo-controlled VALVES spliced into hoses labeled simply...H... As the valves open-- High pressure LIQUID HYDROGEN blasts into the sealed chamber-- fountains of clear globules that boil and vaporize into expanding HYDROGEN GAS clouds that soon WHITE OUT THE VIEW... 00020000032E0001E435328,IN THE ENGINEERING SECTION David listening to the rumbling pressure build-up. Held back by the air-tight HATCH before him. David pauses in the relative quiet a moment. Breathing faster now... He tries to calm himself... Takes a few deep breaths through his nose. Which suddenly starts to bleed. David glances at the expanding CLOUD of PURE OXYGEN behind him. Wipes the blood away. Then eyes the AIRLOCK CONTROL panel next to the hatch. Quickly punches in a code-- The SCREEN LIGHTS UP. SET OPEN David punches in more numbers... Till a timer appears: 6:00:00 hrs David punches START. The timer begins to count down... David peers into the engine chamber-- BARELY VISIBLE through the ocean of liquid hydrogen beyond-- A duplicate timer on the engine room main computer starts counting down in sync. 00020000058D0001E75D587,David grabs up a discarded pump motor... Hefts it. And SMASHES the timer on this side of the door. Looks through the viewport again... The timer in the next room is still running. The deed... is done. In the galley Margie gallantly pretends shes having a great time... For the benefit of the others... Who have no idea... Whats about to-- BANG!!! Everyone freaks-- Petrusky hovers in the hatchway. Pen in one hand-- Broken rubber glove balloon in the other. Smiling a grim little smile. Lewis starts to sob... The others might as well be dead. Petrusky Partys over. See you in hell. She pushes back into the gloom of the hubtunnel. A SERIES OF SHOTS As each crew member makes ready to die... Alone... after all. And as each sits back...or lays down... And closes their eyes... Each begins to hear the sound... Of waves... Crashing on a distant shore... INTERCUT - with THE TIMER... Counting away the hours... DAVID AND MARGIE Entwined in his cabin-- consummating the marriage. And David, maybe for the first time in his life, seems truly... there... And Margie can only hold him close... And reach out to touch the cold, dead maker artery in the wall behind them... Her fingers brushing it gently... saying goodbye... As tears float free as she closes her eyes for the last time... And they both hear the waves crashing... And they look in each others eyes and KNOW theyre both hearing it...and-- 0002000004FA0001ECE44F4,THE TIMER IN THE ENGINE ROOM reaches 20 seconds and counting... BENEATH THE GARGANTUAN BLACK ORB OF ENIGMA The tiny craft sails on... getting smaller... smaller... The sound of the ocean getting louder and louder... And the timer in the engine room Counts down-- 5...4...3...2...1... THE WHITE HOUSE UNDER An OCEAN OF STARS The door to the Rose Garden opens... Ishmael walks out... Running his hand along the wall as he walks toward the stairs that lead to the lawn below... As he walks, he looks around... admiring the buildings detail... Suddenly-- SHWACK!! The sound of-- HANK-- on the White House lawn. Hitting golf balls into the night. Ishmael walks up from behind. Ishmael Looks like were the only ones left here, Hank. Hank Yeah, the prez took off for Edwards bout half an hour ago... As if they wouldnt save him a good seat at the landing. He chuckles at that. Rests his club. Looks Ishmael in the eye. Hank I appreciate you letting me in on the secret. SHWACK! Hank hits another ball. Ishmael Feels like the real thing, doesnt it. Hank Heheheh... You cant fool me, Ish. I still know whats real and what isnt. You may be gobbling up the rest of the planet. But these are my clubs... These are my balls... And this is my bad-ass swing! 0002000005700001F1D856A,SHWACK!! He knocks another ball away-- And as Hank tracks it-- We turn around to get a look ourselves-- And see that Hank is standing on the edge of a White House lawn suspended in the starry void of deep space. Ishmael I have to go now, Hank. Hank Okay. See ya, Ishmael. And thanks... For everything. It was... is... amazing. He smiles a smile that only Ishmael understands. Ishmael Enjoy the rest of your life, Hank. Hank You can count on it. Ishmael stares at the glowing field of energy that Hank doesnt yet realize hes already become. With a sudden THUNDERCLAP-- Hanks atoms streak vertically-- both up and down-- as he becomes an endless string of blazing blue-white energy-- And only now as Ishmael turns away do we see that Hanks string of light is just the closest in a sky filled with billions more... Ishmael turns away... looking out toward the stars beyond... reaches out to the air before him and opens a blazing-edged hole in the Universe. Looks into it. IN SOME LIMITLESS DEEP BLUE VOID Ishmaels eyes peer in from the hole in time-space. He stares in admiration at something bright and flickering and beautiful that we cant see... Ishmael Hello there, young one. Its almost time for you to be born... But first... Im going to tell you a story... About a little boy... On a beach... THE SHIP Sails on... Pluto a dull blob in the void beyond... 00020000034A0001F742344,INSIDE-- The crew float around in the propulsion module. Staring daggers at the airlock door. Lewis eating nervously from a pudding cup. As a SPACESUITED DAVID emerges, holding the TIMER from the next chamber. Mellinger What went wrong? David It seems somebody didnt approve of our plan. He turns the timer over-- revealing that its infested with maker veins. Lewis I knew it. Margie And where theres some... there could be more. Suddenly-- the ships EMERGENCY ALARM SOUNDS-- IN THE ENGINEERING SECTION WE ENTER FAST-- To find-- Chen 2.0 staring at something OFFSCREEN. Something aglow... Something... Amazing. The others float in around her-- and grab onto things to stop for dear life. Lewis, eating from a pudding cup, nearly chokes-- Lewis What the fuck is that? Chen 2.0 A miracle. David Chen. What the fuck is it. 0002000003A60001FA863A0,Chen floats over toward whatever it is... Chen 2.0 It was just... here... when I woke up. It looks for all the world like a molten cobalt blue glass teardrop... Three feet in length... Floating on its side in the middle of the room. Chen Lewis... You done with that? Lewis glances down at his pudding cup. Nods, mesmerized. Chen reaches out-- He throws it to her. Chen 2.0 Watch. She nudges the weightless Snak-Pak pudding cup into position before the pointy end of the glowing teardrop shape. The teardrop starts to rotate... and resonate... with a subsonic tone that rises through the aural spectra. WHOOM!!! A pulse of blue-white sun-fire leaps off the tapered end of the teardrop-- Obliterating the Snak-Pak cup-- and BLOWING A SMALL HOLE in the HULL near Mellingers head-- David SHIT!! The sudden decompression STOPS as fast as it started-- the HULL healing itself back into the same dimple that was there before. 00020000030B0001FE26305,Lewis What the fuck did you just do? Mellinger She just blew a fucking hole in the ship is what she did! Chen 2.0 No... She floats down to stare into the bulging end of the teardrop... Which is now, miraculously, a kind of hemispherical crystal ball-- through which we can see a 3-D view of the pudding cup-- streaking through a blue void, past strange turbulent wakes in time-space. CHEN I just sent a can of Snak-Pack tapioca pudding to Enigma... Her eyes grow wide as-- In the bottom of the teardrop-- We see the cup hurtling toward a spherical depression in the time-space void that must be Enigma... On a collision course that will end within a few more seconds-- Chen has a sudden inspiration... Her eyes focus on the surface of the spinning teardrop crystal... 0002000006AA0002012B6A4,Chen STOP! And the impossible happens. The spinning crystal stops spinning-- INSTANTANEOUSLY. IN THE BOTTOM OF THE CRYSTAL-- The pudding cup is seen to re-enter REAL SPACE-- And BURST INTO a brief EXPLOSION OF PLASMA that races off into infinity in the upper atmosphere of the planet. Winking out. Leaving nothing but darkness and silence. Chen This is where all the surviving makers went. Its made of them. I think they really really want us to get to Enigma. And fast. Lewis If the makers wanted us to get there so fast... Why didnt they just whip up one of these for us when we were back on Earth... Why didnt they turn us all into two-point-ohs like Chen so we wouldnt have to eat or drink-- Margie --Maybe theyre learning... Just like we are... Lewis Yeah, or maybe theyre fucking with us... Just to watch us suffer... Like ants under a magnifying glass. (off their looks) Come on-- weve ALL done it. Mellinger This doesnt do us any good if it just sends us hurtling into the upper atmosphere of Enigma. You think you can... time it... aim it... precisely? Put us down right on the planet surface? Chen I think I can try... David Youre gonna have to do better than that. Chen Well need to test it on someone. Lewis Lady robots first. David looks at Lewis. David I got a better idea. QUICK CUTS-- Hands grabbing up SPACESUIT COMPONENTS-- gloves, sleeves, helmet-- Now snatching up medical electrodes-- removing the heating element from an undersuit-- Cutting circular pieces from the multi-layer protective fabrics of the suits outer shell-- Now removing tiny oxygen cylinders from hand-held torches-- Soldering-- Stitching-- Gluing-- Sealing-- SOMEONES P.O.V. 0002000002F4000207CF2EE,From behind helmet visor plastic-- of the entire crew-- EXCEPT LEWIS-- staring dubiously at what theyve wrought. Lewis voice This is so not fair. Lewis Stands opposite the group, dressed normally, but fretting over-- GAMERA-- ENCASED IN A TINY TURTLE-SHAPED SPACESUIT festooned with Oxygen cylinders, batteries, antennae-- Lewis opens the little visor to stare in at his friend. Lewis He doesnt understand the dangers involved. He doesnt have any voice in his own destiny. INSIDE THE SUIT-- GAMERA blinks innocently at the incomprehensible. David Hes a turtle. If this works... Hes going to be the first turtle to walk on another world. If it doesnt... Hell be turtle atoms several nanoseconds before he realizes somethings gone wrong. 0002000002AF00020ABD2A9,Lewis Easy for you to say. David You want to take his place? Lewis gives Gamera an agonized look... Lewis You dont know the power of the dark side... He slaps the little visor closed. Gamera blinks. OUTSIDE THE SHIP-- Utter darkness is split by the opening airlock door... Chen, David,and Mellinger jet out-- Carrying the tear-drop Tachyon Converter... Lewis follows, cradling the tiny, spacesuited Gamera. Lewis Couldnt we do this inside? David We dont know how it will react to organic material. Id rather not blow a turtle-shaped hole in the hull that cant seal itself up. LEWIS I hate this floating shit. Mellinger What the hell did you pick this job for then? Lewis 00020000071900020D66713,So I could have my own flying turtle! Chen 2.0 (taking Gamera from him) Youll have him again... Soon. I promise. Lewis Bye... INSIDE THE SUIT: Gamera blinks. Back in the ship-- Margie is suiting up near the airlock, when a noise makes her look-- Petrusky floats a few feet away. Already suited and helmeted. margie They havent tested it yet. petrusky Move. Margie stands her ground. Petrusky leaps for her-- They struggle-- Bouncing around the airlock staging area in a zero-g fight. Margie -- Dont do this, Jen-- DONT-- Let someone else at least test it first... Youve got a baby growing inside you-- Petrusky I dont give a fuck about the baby! Its my fucking insurance policy-- Which I dont NEED any more. She breaks free-- Kicking Margie in the stomach-- Sending her flying to a hard landing against the opposite wall. Stunned, Margie just floats there, trying to recover. peTRUSKY If being converted to Tachyons terminates the thing, all the better-- margie NO! She leaps at Petrusky-- Petrusky puts out a gloved hand catching Margie by the throat. Squeezing hard. With her free hand, Petrusky slaps the airlock inner hatch control-- The hatch slides open. petRUSKY Back off, Margie. Back off, right now or Ill blow the lock-- I swear to God-- Margie raises her hands. Petrusky considers going ahead and crushing Margies windpipe a moment. Then, releases her, quickly backing into the airlock. As the hatch slowly glides shut before her-- Petrusky (CONT'D) You just dont get it, Margie... Theres no forever-- theres only now-- And for the weak-- theres not even much of that. CLUNK. HISSSSSSSSSSS--- The two women stare at each other through the glass porthole. Then-- WHUMP-- The outer door opens-- BLAZING SUNLIGHT pouring in-- causing Margie to shield her eyes-- 00020000058B00021479585,OUTSIDE THE SHIP-- Margies radio voice David-- Anyone-- Jenns outside-- Coming your way-- David, Chen, Mellinger, and Lewis spin in time to see-- A silhouette streaking toward them-- occluding stars-- Suddenly-- WHAM-- Petrusky knocks into Chen-- Sending her tumbling-- Lewis releases Gamera in a flailing attempt to grab Chen-- He just manages to snag her fingertips-- Lewis I got you-- I got you-- And he does-- Pulling her back as the others stabilize around Petrusky. She flicks up a hand-held plasma cutter and flicks it on. Brandishing it like a white-hot switchblade. David What are you doing. Petrusky Keeping my promise. I told you Id be the last to die... David Nobodys gonna die-- Petrusky --Larry made this thing for HER! He doesnt care if we make it or not-- Hes in love with Margie and hes getting her to Enigma one way or another-- Thats why she cant find him anymore. Hes been fighting this other in the machine. Between that and creating this little miracle-- He probably doesnt have the strength left to manifest himself as well... and that means thing is probably extremely unstable... My guess is he wont be able to hold it together for long-- And Im not waiting around to find out HOW long-- David We dont even know if itll work-- Petrusky We know theres no other way anyone is getting to Enigma-- David And when we get there-- What makes you think we can survive? 000200000351000219FE34B,Petrusky Larrys love for Margie-- You think Larry would go to all this trouble just to let her die on Enigma? Its probably a fucking paradise-- Garden of Eden-- And he wants Margie to be his Eve-- He wants an Eve? Ill give him one-- David Anything to survive... Petrusky Anything. Its then Mellinger notices-- Mellinger Oh shit-- The teardrop is silently SPINNING at full speed-- pulsing-- ready to fire-- because GAMERA has floated right in front of it! The others notice in quick cuts-- the last on Petrusky as she realizes shes made a horrible mistake. THWOOM!!! Gamera is converted-- streaking off in a prismatic fireball that blows a large hole through Petruskys midsection-- She GRUNTS in shock-- Gulping for life-- as whats left of her innards boil and expand-- billowing out her front and back in an expanding pink froth-- 00020000034700021D49341,Petrusky Oh... Oh... n-n-no... She just hangs there, motionless-- Watching her own organs congealing in front of her... Petrusky (CONT'D) ...baby... wheres... the baby... Her ragged dying breath FROSTS the inside of her helmet. Chen is crying. Davids close... Lewis is just blinking... Suddenly he flinches with realization-- Leaps for the Tachyon Converter-- Looks into its hemispherical display-- Lewis Chen-- CHEN! She blinks-- sees him-- Suddenly she jets over-- IN THE DISPLAY-- Gamera tumbles end over end-- racing at superluminal speed toward-- ENIGMA-- As weve never seen it before-- A LOOMING BALL of UTTER DARKNESS-- like some great round MAW rising up to swallow the turtle... Lewis Help him... Stop it-- Stop it CHEN! CHen It wont help him if I stop too soon-- Hell be stuck in orbit-- and wed never find him-- 0002000003200002208A31A,Lewis You cant time it perfectly-- Chens eyes suddenly widen with-- fear? certainty? rapture? GAMERA STREAKS Toward Enigma-- Moments from impact-- CHEN looks away-- spinning slowly-- EYES staring at nothing-- Lewis CHEN! Pay attention!! But Chen just closes her eyes... And smiles... Lewis (CONT'D) CHEN!!! CHEN!!! UTTER DARKNESS Boiling black clouds-- A deep pulse of lightning 5 miles high-- And WHOOSH-- A meteor penetrates the lower strata-- streaking right for us-- Chens voice Stop. The meteor-- actually Gamera-- Freezes-- INCHES from impacting our P.O.V. The tiny space-suited turtle hangs weightless-- 3 inches from the weird fractured metallic surface of Enigma. INSIDE HIS SUIT-- Gamera blinks. OUTSIDE-- He drops the last 3 inches and lands with an echoing clatter. 00020000030B000223A4305,BACK OUTSIDE THE SHIP The others stare in disbelief at what they see through the bottom of the teardrop-- Mellinger How the hell did you do that? Chen I just... knew... when to stop him... David How did you know... Chen A voice... whispering velocities and distances and milliseconds-- Davids Whos voice? Chen A little boys... Margie floats In her cabin-- staring out at Mellinger, Lewis, and Chen, as they bucket brigade survival supplies out to the Tachyon Converter. David appears behind her. David I need you to find him... Margie I havent heard... Felt him... Since the accident. David Hes still here... He has to be... He created the converter. Margie We dont know that for sure... David Well we have to know... Before we use it on ourselves... Margie 000200000391000226A938B,Why? David What if its a trap? Margie It seems more like the way out of one... David The best kind of trap is the one you cant resist. Margie So turn it around. David What? Margie Turn the converter around. Point it at Earth. We can just... Go back... Forget all about Enigma. David blinks. Amazed. He chuckles. David Thats-- genius...It never even occurred to me. Margie I believe that. And you wont go back... Not you... And neither will I... But the others should have the choice. Dont you think? David nods. THE OTHERS FLOAT around the Tachyon Converter... firing supplies off toward Enigma. mellinger Yeah. Thats a great idea. In fact-- (he fires off a gang of oxygen cylinders) -- we thought of that ourselves. He takes hold of the teardrop with both hands. mellinger (CONT'D) Unfortunately... He fires his jets to rotate 180 degrees-- Aiming the converter the opposite direction. 0002000003DF00022A343D9,mellinger (CONT'D) Its not that easy... The teardrops point softens-- melting-- flowing back in a circular shockwave-- rippling down the length of the teardrop-- blazing molecular turbulence pushing mass in the opposite direction-- until the teardrop has inverted itself-- pointing once more... toward Enigma. chen It seems the voice... has other plans. The crew exchange glances. Finally... David Alright... We go. Lewis Ladies first. mellinger Shes the one who hears voices... She needs to send us. Margie Then who sends her? chen Ill send myself. Margie And who stops you? Oh. Shit. chen There has to be a way... David grabs up a floating storage bin. Stares at it. david Lets find out. He nudges the floating bin into position before the teardrop. Its blasted into infinity. David moves to the rear of the converter-- staring into its hemispherical surface. The others move to watch as he concentrates... blinks... blinks... and a look of wonder washes over him... 0002000006DA00022E0D6D4,David Stop. ON THE SURFACE OF ENIGMA Gamera is biding his time in his suit when-- POW!! The storage bin appears out of nowhere right in front of him. He blinks. BACK IN SPACE - NEAR THE SHIP Mellinger I guess... You heard it too... David nods... Still reeling from the experience. david Alright then. Lewis. Youre first. lewis Yessir. Margie David... what-- david --Chen, you next-- Then Mellinger-- CHen Sir, I dont mind-- David Youve done enough. Chen I dont need food-- David --Im not debating this. Youre going. margie David! This isnt the answer-- david --Im not committing suicide here. Im keeping a promise. margie What promise? david I said Id get you home. And thats what I intend to do. margie But-- david I took another look at our co-ordinates this morning. It shouldnt be possible at this distance, but somehow, Enigma is pulling the ship toward it. The ship is slowly heading back on course. margie But that would mean-- david --that Larry was right... about there being some kind of black hole involved... mellinger But thats not possible... If Enigma had enough gravity to pull our ship towards it at this distance, it would flatten us instantly when we arrived on the surface. david But thats not happening. And that means we have a shot at getting home. lewis How? david Theres enough oxygen, food and water left in C-Module to sustain one person to orbit. Chen What?? David Jen lied about how much was lost in the accident. She hid it in the sample lockers. margie So you get to orbit-- then what?? The lander is trashed. david Ill have 3 weeks to fix it. margie No-- david --Margie-- Come on. You know me... I can fix anything... margie Goddammit, no! There has to be another way. 000200000241000234E123B,David There isnt... And Im the Captain of the ship-- margie --That doesnt mean-- david --And youre the one that discovered Enigma-- margie --No! NO! Im NOT!! It was Larry. HE found it and gave it to me... Because he loved me... And because he was afraid... And thats why Im here... and why hes dead... david And thats why you have to do this, Margie... You owe him. You owe us all... We got you this far... You have to find out whats waiting for us... Thats your part. The others stare at her. They all seem to agree... David (CONT'D) This is mine... 0002000002FC0002371C2F6,Margies eyes brim with tears. David fires the converter. For Margie... Everything goes WHITE-- ON THE SURFACE OF ENIGMA Margie arrives in a thundercrash of downshifting Tachyons-- A visible shockwave expanding away from her through the dense atmosphere all around. She staggers a little... Blinks... As though trying to see with new eyes... And now she can make out that shes surrounded by-- SAND DUNES Topped with wind-whispered grass. Sections of weatherbeaten wind fence stark against an electric blue sky. Strewn with blazing stars. The SOUND of the ocean... not far off... Suddenly-- She notices shes being watched. margie Hello. ISHMAEL stands a few feet away. ishmael Hello Margie. Margie Im not in fucking Kansas any more. Am I. 0002000002FD00023A122F7,Ishmael Youre not even in the solar system any more. Margie suddenly isnt feeling very good... She grimaces. Margie Oh... Somethings wrong. Ishmael smiles enigmatically... but not without sympathy. Ishmael Feel like throwing up? Margie nods, holding her belly... ISHMAEL (CONT'D) Dont worry... Thats normal around this point in the process. Margie Process--? Ishmael Well get to that in a moment... Margie is turning a slow circle... looking up at the sky... Margie Why is it so clear? I shouldnt be able to even see the sky... We couldnt see the surface of Enigma from space... Ishmael Thats because there was no surface. What you and your fellows perceived as a planetary body... was, in fact, as Larry thought... a small singularity... 0002000007C600023D097C0,Margies getting pale and clammy. Obviously fighting the urge to throw up. Margie No.. Nu-uh. Sorry. Enigma cant be a black hole... Number one, Id be dead. Number two-- It bounced back radar signals... It had a visible, if opaque atmosphere. That does it. She bends over and vomits. Ishmael rests a soothing hand on her back. Patting her... Ishmael Illusions. Margie rises back up and just stares at him. ishmael (CONT'D) Were sure by now you must believe we were capable of creating them. margie We? Ishmael smiles softly. Then silently EXPLODES into a shockwave of atomic particles that whirl around Margie in a beautiful iridescent cyclone. margie (CONT'D) Oh. I see. The whirlwind tightens in on itself-- condensing-- assembling-- becoming-- Ishmael again. Margie stares at his face, searching for answers to a million questions... most of all-- Margie (CONT'D) Why? Ishmael To save you... Feel better now? Oddly enough, she does. Margie Yeah, actually, I feel... great. Save us from what? Ishmael Something very... very... hungry. Speaking of which-- Margies stomach growls. Margie Im very very hungry. Ishmael gestures to his right-- A very very long table, that wasnt there a moment ago, is furnished with heaping portions of foods from all over the world. Ishmael I thought you might be. Can I get you anything in particular? Margie Sour Apple Blow Pop. (even she is confused by this) Definitely a Sour Apple Blow Pop. He produces one. margie (CONT'D) Another illusion? Ishmael just shrugs, still offering the treat. ishmael You tell me. Margie grabs it, rips off its wrapper and starts sucking it like there was no tomorrow. margie So... You were saying. Ishmael I said it was a small singularity... But... as you must certainly know by now... everythings relative. Even at 10-to-the-14th-power solar mass... a mote in the cosmic scheme of things... we realized it would be more than heavy enough to rip the solar system to pieces. 0002000004F4000244C94EE,margie When... ishmael Its happening now... He gestures to the sky above-- Margie looks up-- to find a Gods eye perspective on various parts of our solar system-- Planets and moons in various stages of upheaval-- Saturns moons obliterating its famous rings-- Jupiter, shedding its atmosphere in a billion mile long comet tail-- Mars crumbling into superheated asteroids-- Earth, free-falling toward the surface of the SUN... Oceans on the sun-side boiling-- On the dark side-- Fires burning everywhere... ISHMAEL (CONT'D) We are operating at maximum thermodynamic threshold to complete your peoples exodus in the few hours the Earth has left... margie Our exodus... ishmael Since detecting the approaching singularity... Weve been spreading at best possible speed to initiate contact with every human being on Earth. After exploring, mapping, and memorizing their souls... the makers assigned to a particular human being must use all of their available potential energy to tunnel through time-space from Earth to our present location, all while maintaining the neuro-sensory illusion needed to sustain the coherence of the soul they are transporting. The end result... 3 trillion or so makers sacrificed...for every individual human soul saved... 0002000004A2000249B749C,Margie If you were so intent on saving us... Why make us go through so much hell to get to Enigma. Ishmael We didnt make you do anything. You were striving to learn... to explore... and ultimately... to save yourselves from disaster... Only those who could survive such an experience... with hope intact... could begin to face the enormity of what must now come next for humankind. margie What comes next... ishmael Another journey. margie I think Im done with journeys for a while. ishmael If you could comprehend what was waiting for your kind... out there... youd change your mind. margie I was first in my class at M.I.T... I think I can comprehend better than most. As Ishmael explains, Margie is seen eating... eating... eating... And over the course of the next few minutes... gaining weight... ishmael Nothing in your science or even your wildest dreams could begin to describe what weve encountered since we began tunneling through the manifold layers of the Universe. margie Thats a bit arrogant. Ive had some pretty wild dreams lately. This one being right up there. ishmael This is no dream, Margie. Its just our way of helping your minds cope. 0002000006AC00024E536A6,margie You underestimate us. ISHMAEL To the contrary. We wouldnt have gone to all this effort were it not for the fact that we credit you with our brief but amazing existence. You are our gods. Yet you are also complete innocents... With all youve accomplished and all youre guilty of... You are the newborn of the Universe... the most primitive beings in existence at this moment in known space. The next civilization up the ladder hardly even remembers a corporeal existence. They shed their bodies and took to the stars when the very atoms bound up in your body were being forged in the heart of your sun. But if we were to release your true essences from the perception of reality created by the physical bodies that now enclose them... The enormity-- the limitlessness-- the wonders that await you in this universe-- would crush you... You are so young... Yet you are also too old... to accept your place amongst all that we have seen... So small... so inconsequential when compared to the workings of all that is... You struggle in your brief flashes of life against an inevitable death. You strive and claw and kill for MORE... You want so much to be without the limits your evolution has imposed upon you. To feel that desire...To float above the abyss of loneliness and terror-- Reaching for and sometimes even brushing your fingertips against the hem of what you would call heaven... To balance on the razors edge that separates hope...and despair... It is a beautiful thing to experience your lives... But your lives do not belong to us. And when we discovered the danger that was speeding toward you... our creators... We were duty-bound to give you a chance... to live on... 0002000004DF000254F94D9,Margie By consuming us... REFRACTION/ISHMAEL By memorizing you. And everything that comprised your world. Margie So... Our big chance to live on... is that you plan to remember us? REFRACTION/ISHMAEL No, Margie... By the time the process is finished... It is you, we hope, that will remember us. We were the most advanced tool your kind ever created... but still only a tool, in the end. Your species, in the slight variations on its present form, has existed a mere 6 million years... But the spark inside you... The motive force that asks... What else is there?... is older than the Universe. It is, in fact, what likely created the Universe... Margie Youre saying the spark inside us... is God? Refraction/ishmael No. The spark is wonder. The first question. Is... there... more... than... this? Margie Someone had to ask the first question. Refraction/ishmael Maybe god... is the question... Margie Hahahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHH... Ishmael blinks. ishmael What is funny... Margie Just... That... with all you know... with all youve seen... you still dont know anything more about where we really come from than the average college philosophy major... REFRACTION/ISHMAEL Perhaps... one of your kind... will find the answer. 0002000001A4000259D219E,Margie I doubt it. But it would be damned amazing to try... Refraction/ishmael Im glad you feel that way... That feeling... will serve the one who will try... Margies smile fades... Margie But it wont be me... Ishmael says nothing... And suddenly Margie knows... And she slowly looks down... Her hands sliding down to touch her enormous pregnant belly. Which is actually visibly growing in size even now... 0002000004AF00025B704A9,ishmaels voice All sentient beings are, in actuality, endless... threads... in the fabric of time-space... Why this is... Or how it came to be... is beyond the comprehension of any other entity we have yet encountered in our short time exploring the cosmos. What is known... is that at the moment of fertilization... the momentary intersection of the parent threads... produces a new infant thread. In its earliest days of existence this thread is immaculate-- free of experiences, sensations, feelings-- And because it has no fear of the universe before the moment of emergence-- there are no limits to its ability to ingest experience. Yet after just a few months of gestation... it has begun to perceive the known physical universe... and upon its birth... the very first sensations of cold-- noise-- size-- gravity-- impose limits of scale and strength and capability... Which forevermore insulate the newborn from its vast potential. The being inside you... will be different... It will know all that we know... And it will remember all that every human being alive at this moment can remember. But it will still believe... truly believe... that there is... more... forever... more. 0002000003C4000260193BE,margie But I... cant have children... ishmael You cant conceive a child... But you can carry one... Margies mind spins at the possibilities... Especially the only one that makes sense-- ishmael (CONT'D) The union of David and Jennifer created a new and innocent life. The last immaculate thread in the history of man on earth. When we are finished... it will be intertwined with every other human thread we have saved. The whole of the current human race will survive-- woven into the fabric of this new childs soul. And as you live out your days in landscape of his mind... unaware that your world is but his dream, your child shall carry you with him wherever he goes. And he will whisper the secrets of the Universe to each new thread that your unions create. And these new children, unfettered by the bonds of true physicality, will know in their hearts that they can leave the shore of our remembrance... and follow him... to the stars... 0002000003E0000263D73DA,Margie winces... Looks down... Shes full-term now. Wonder, panic, sadness, and joy compete for control of her features. Ishmaels atoms swirls through the air... surrounding... embracing her... ishmaelS VOICE Its nearly time... Sleep now... When you wake... Youll be home... Margie And you? The cloud surrounding her re-assembles. Leaving Ishmael holding Margie in his arms. Cradling her head against his chest. Ishmael With any luck... Ill be a memory. Margie starts to drift off... Ishmael smiling as she goes. She fights it with one last question-- Margie Ishmael! ishmael Yes, Margie... MARGIE What... should we call... this child...? Refraction/ISHMAEL To the rest of your kind he will be no more than a feeling... A presence just beyond the corner of the eye. He will be curiosity... wonder... restlessness... wanderlust. Only you, Margie, will know your child really exists... all around you. As for what to call him? I suspect... you will call him Larry. 0002000007CF000267B17C9,Margies EYES ARE CLOSED NOW We hear the ocean... The laughter of a little boy arrives on the breeze... The laughter comes again... Margie starts to smile. And slowly-- MARGIES HELMET SUPERIMPOSES ITSELF OVER HER FACE... Gloved hands grab at her suit-- Shaking her-- radio voices Margie-- Margie-- Come on, babe. Wake up. Her eyes flutter open-- Register surprise-- Mellinger, Lewis, and Chen 2.0, still in their suits, stare down at her. Breathing again... smiling. chen 2.O You had us scared for a minute. margie I... How long was I out...? She sits up... realizes theyre INSIDE THE LANDER. Daylight pouring in through its portholes. lewis You blacked out during re-entry-- margie Re-entry...? K-THUMK-- The main hatch is hauled aside by-- dark figures-- Backlit by the harsh daylight. Entering now-- NASA TECHNICIANS in ENVIRONMENT SUITS. Margie blinks in amazement. margie (CONT'D) Where are we? One particularly chunky suit pushes to the front. Hank. Beaming. Hank Youre home, Margie. Just like Ishmael promised... His gaze falls pointedly to her abomen... She looks down. Shes no longer with child... She looks up. Into Hanks twinkling eyes. hank (CONT'D) Youre home. MARGIE AND THE CREW EMERGE from the lander... Walk down the boarding ramp. Cheered by technicians and support personnel on all sides. The presidents voice And finally... we honor the memory of David Kelly... Who gave his life to repair and program the lander/return ship to rescue these brave pioneers. THE CONGRESSIONAL MEDAL OF HONOR is presented to Margie, whos already wearing one of her own. She clasps it to her chest, nodding her gratitude to The President. He leans in close and whispers-- the president If theres anything I can do... Any assistance you ever need. Every resource at my disposal is yours. Margie Does Air Force One fly to North Carolina. the president It does indeed. TALL GRASS WAVES IN THE WIND Atop a distant sand dune. A SIGN on the crest reads: 00020000048700026F7A481,WELCOME TO WRIGHTSVILLE BEACH LARRY stands alone. Staring up at the sign in wonder. Ishmael arrives behind him. Smiling sadly. Larry My mother used to take me here when I was a little boy... Ishmael Your Mother is waiting for you now... LARRY Im afraid. Ishmael I know. He walks up alongside Larry... Together they start up the hill of sand... ISHMAEL (CONT'D) Youre the first, Larry. The first of a new kind of human being... Born with the ability to sculpt any reality you want from quantum clay... to wish upon a star... and have your wish come true. larry But what about the others... Already born... Margie and Hank and all the billions of others... ishmael The children will learn to walk... ride bikes... swim and dance...theyll have first kisses and crushes and tearful goodbyes at graduation... The adults will chase their dreams of success... or adventure... theyll get married and divorced... go bald and buy fast cars when they reach middle age... theyll live, Larry... Theyll truly live inside you. Larry But theyll only believe theyre living. Theyve reached the crest of the dune... Ishmael Prove it. To them. 00020000032E000273FB328,He gestures to the shore below. Fire-lit sand, orange beneath the cobalt blue of dusk. Around the fire... Standing, sitting, or reclining against the dune grass... The surviving crew of the ship. Ishmael (CONT'D) This morning they were enjoying a parade down the streets of New York City. Hank was there too, riding in the back of a big convertible. Covered in confetti. Then they got on a plane and flew down here... just to celebrate you. Larry Its not real. isHMAEL What is? Larry New York City. The steel and concrete and steam and smog and crowds of people and hot dog stands and-- IsHMAEL --The crude work of apes playing with fire. Larry We did pretty good with fire. When we had our heads on straight. ISHMAEL Youll soon do far better. Playing with the stuff that dreams are made of... 00020000061700027723611,Larry So... This is the way the world ends... Ishmael No, Larry... This is the way the journey begins... Soon... You will understand limitlessness... Eternity... Soon... You will finally be able to fly... Until then, sit by the fire... With your friends... And help them dream their wonderful...wonderful... dreams. Larry walks up behind the group around the fire. Unseen. There, but not... A living ghost. margie To Larry Kipp... The others look at her... waiting... margie (CONT'D) Wherever he is... She looks up at the stars... margie (CONT'D) For the golden ticket... The others dont get it... Margies hand travels to her belly... Larry sits down behind her. And she seems to sense him somehow... just beyond the corner of her eye... She turns to look... And though she doesnt actually see Larry... she knows hes there... Larry reaches around... rests his hand upon Margies. And, as if she could feel it... she smiles. margie (CONT'D) You guys never met him... But youd have loved him. She looks to young LEWIS... margie (CONT'D) You most of all, Lewis. lewis Whys that? She considers him a moment. Thinking before she answers... margie Because, like you... he never grew up. Her eyes return to the stars above... margie (CONT'D) And if were all very, very lucky... he never will. And with that-- Larry lets go. HE LIES ON HIS BACK ON THE BEACH Staring up... at the endless and terrifying night that surrounds us all. But its no longer up. Its out... and endless... and irresistible... And now... Larry can 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