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noticing that behind her-
DOZENS OF PIECES OF DEBRIS pass, zooming less than thirty meters
away from the Station.
A tiny piece of high-speed debris crashes against one of the
Station’s Solar panels, shattering it and causing the Station to
tremble.
She places the tool against the FIRST BOLT, stretching her arm
into the parachute container. It is an awkward position.
She pulls the trigger and the drill rotates, turning the bolt,
but it slides out of the notch.
She places the tool once more against the bolt and pulls the
trigger. The drill rotates, SLOWER this time.
She HUMS under her breath and SWEAT begins to drop down her
forehead.
She is very focused, unaware that behind her-
DEBRIS HITS THE STATION’S SOLAR PANEL, piercing holes through
it.
As it FLOATS OFF into space, Ryan drops the PISTOL GRIP and uses
both hands to detach the rope from the frame.
The ROPE FLOATS away from the Soyuz, undulating like a long
snake, but-
Ryan notices that the Pistol Grip is also floating away.
She stretches her arm trying to catch it, but it is out of her
reach.
She pushes herself towards the pistol grip, and barely manages
to grab onto it when she sees-
RYAN (CONT’D)
Oh sh*t.
THE TIDE OF DEBRIS is floating STRAIGHT AT HER.
She pulls herself back to the container.
It CRASHES in SILENCE against one of its modules, creating a
hole the size of a car wheel. The vacuum sucks BLUE FLAMES from
the station that quickly die without oxygen to consume.
Ryan brings the pistol-grip to the SECOND BOLT and pulls the
trigger. The bolt spins.
Ryan is HUMMING louder and louder.
Ryan stares intently at the head of the bolt turning as the
She quickly pulls the rope loose from the frame and lets it
float away.
Shaken by the impacts, the Space Station drags the Soyuz with
it.
DEBRIS WREAKS HAVOC- some pieces hit the Station, others crash
against one another. Each collision creates more debris that
ricochet and fly away in all directions.
The Soyuz is pulled by the remaining parachute rope, as the
Station spins out of control.
Ryan starts humming even louder, the bravado is full tilt now.
Her face is now covered in sweat, which pours into her eyes,
making it difficult to see as she unscrews the last bolt.
Behind her, a cluster of debris PIERCES THE PARACHUTE.
It CRASHES against the Japanese Lab, which silently EXPLODES
into millions of pieces. The pieces expand away from the
Station.
Ryan manages to unhook the rope, freeing the Soyuz from the
collapsing Space Station.
She braces herself against the vessel, as she sees-
RYAN (CONT’D)
Sh*t!
The Soyuz is heading straight towards the Station’s Solar
Panels.
RYAN (CONT’D)
No... no... no..
The Soyuz’ Solar Panel collides with the Station’s, shattering
into smaller pieces of debris that almost hit Ryan.
Ryan watches as a succession of satellite fragments pepper the
slowly revolving Station segments. As the segments crumble,
colliding with additional debris, the fragments glimmer
magnificently then join...
...the THINNING TIDE OF DEBRIS orbiting toward the dark side of
the Earth. All of a sudden...
EVERYTHING IS CALM.
She pauses, blinking into the suddenly empty distance. Her gaze
remains fixed on the vast nothingness--for no good reason--but
nevertheless FIXED on something.
RYAN (CONT'D)
I hate space.
SOYUZ SPACECRAFT. CONTROL CABIN.
A SYMPHONY OF ALARMS shrieks loudly. The hatch FLIES open and a
helmet floats in, followed quickly by Ryan.
RYAN:
Shut up!
She presses different buttons, and with each a voice of the
alarm symphony dies until they are completely silent.
RYAN (CONT’D)
Ok.
She takes a breath and begins fastening the seat belt.
RYAN (CONT’D)
Alright. That’s good.
She puts on the communication headset and-
Resets the STOPWATCH- 85 minutes and counting down.
She checks the TEMPERATURE GAUGE-
She exhales, the plume of her hot breath hanging briefly in the
frigid cabin air before evaporating.
RYAN (CONT’D)
Okay, let's stabilise you.
She takes the JOYSTICK.
THE PERISCOPE-
Where the western horizon comes into frame and nears the center
crosshair.
A small dot GLIMMERS in the distance- THE CHINESE STATION.
RYAN (CONT’D)
Ok. Let's visit the Chinese station.
Houston in the blind, Tiangong is
approximately 100km… to the west and I
am off it's course by about 3 degrees.
I will correct trajectory.
She moves the Joystick, and the crosshair readjusts.
RYAN (CONT’D)
Ok.
She releases the safety lock and places her finger on the
button.
RYAN (CONT’D)
Ok. I’ll engage main thrust in five...
four... three
RYAN (CONT’D)
two... one...
She pushes on the button.
OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
The Soyuz floats with its nose directed towards a bright star on
the horizon, the Chinese Station, but-
Nothing, not even a small flame, comes out of its back
thrusters.
CONTROL CABIN.
Ryan waits, expectantly, and gives the button a NEW PUSH, but-
RYAN:
One...
Nothing. The thruster won’t ignite.
RYAN (CONT’D)
One... one...
OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
The vessel remains motionless, orbiting over the Pacific which
is already under night’s dark veil.
CONTROL CABIN.
She pushes again, and again, and again-
RYAN:
Come on. Come on!
OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
But NOTHING.
CONTROL CABIN.
Ryan looks at the FUEL GAUGE- 30 percent.
She taps on it and the frozen needle drops to EMPTY.
RYAN:
She taps on the frozen dial once more, as if trying to get the
needle to go back up, and once again-
RYAN (CONT’D)
Where’s your backup?
She taps even harder this time.
RYAN (CONT’D)
Where’s your goddamn backup?!
She bangs down on the control panel in frustration-RYAN
(CONT’D)
Fu-
OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
Inside the capsule, through the portal, Ryan hits and hits,
bouncing around the confined space of the cabin and venting all
her anger, until she herself is out of fuel.
RYAN:
This is Dr Ryan Stone, can you hear
me? Houston, this is Ryan Stone, can
you hear me? Copy? Houston, this is
Ryan Stone, can you hear me? Copy?
THE SUN SETS.
A magical cosmic act. As the sun nears the edge of the Earth,
the atmosphere brightens, shining with a luminous orange light
that is reflected off the surface of the Pacific Ocean.
At the Soyuz’s orbiting speed this does not last long. The sun
quickly dips behind the edge of the Earth and the whole face of
the planet is in shadow.
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