Gravity Page #8
MATT:
(on radio)
Ryan do you copy? Do you copy?
RYAN:
My CO2 alarm went off. My CO2 alarm
went off.
MATT:
You need to board the station. Can you
see the airlock?
She turns, looking for the Station’s Airlock.
MAT:
Do you copy?
(P.O.V shot - beginning to blur)
RYAN:
Yes. Yes. I see it. I see it.
MATT:
(on radio)
Good. That’s where you want to go.
You’re losing focus, right?
RYAN:
Yes.
MATT:
That’s because you’re breathing CO2
and you’re losing consciousness. You
need to board the Station.
Her eyes flutter...
MATT (CONT’D)
(on radio)
Move!
Ryan blinks, TURNS OFF the ALARM, and begins climbing over a
module of the Station.
RYAN:
Ok.
The transmission becomes weaker, filled with STATIC.
MATT:
(on radio)
Now listen to me. That second Soyuz is
too damaged for re-entry,
but it's perfectly fine for a little
Sunday drive.
RYAN:
Sunday drive...?
MATT:
(on radio)
Look to the west... You see that dot
in the distance? That is the Chinese
Station. You’re going to take the
Soyuz and cruise over there. The
Chinese lifeboat is a Shenzou.
RYAN:
MATT:
(on radio)
That doesn’t matter. Its re-entry
protocol is identical to the Soyuz’s-
She nods, already looking.
RYAN:
Ok.
MATT:
(on radio)
You’ve never flown a Soyuz either.
RYAN:
Only on a simulator.
MATT:
(on radio)
So then you know.
RYAN:
I crashed it. I-
MATT:
(on radio)
It’s a Simulator. That’s what it’s
designed for.
RYAN:
Every time. I crashed the Simulator
every time.
MATT:
(on radio)
It's not rocket science. Just point
by this time tomorrow you'll be back
in Lake Zurich with one hell of a
story to tell. You copy? Ryan. You
copy?
RYAN:
I’m going to take the Soyuz and come
get you.
MATT:
No you're not. . I have too much of a
head start. That ship already sailed.
RYAN:
No. I’m coming to get you.
MATT:
Ryan, you're going to have to learn to
let go.
RYAN:
But... I...
MATT:
(on radio)
I want to hear you say you're going to
make it.
Ryan is struggling for breath.
MATT (CONT’D)
(on radio)
Ryan! Say it!
RYAN:
I’m... I’m going to make it.
MATT:
Alright. Keep going
Ryan stares at Matt’s tiny figure in the distance.
MATT (CONT’D)
What kind of name is Ryan for a girl?
RYAN:
Dad wanted a boy.
MATT:
Are you close to the airlock?
RYAN:
Not yet.
MATT:
Keep going.
Ryan continues to the Airlock.
MATT (CONT’D)
So, now that we have some distance
between us- you’re attracted to me,
aren’t you?
RYAN:
What?
MATT:
Well, people say I have beautiful blue
eyes.
RYAN:
You... you have beautiful... you have
beautiful blue eyes.
MATT:
I have brown eyes... that hurts.
She looks at Matt’s figure receding.
MATT (CONT’D)
(on radio)
You wanna know the good news?
RYAN:
What?
MATT:
(on radio)
I’m going to break Anatoly’s record,
and I think mine’s going to stand for
a long, long time.
RYAN:
No... I’m coming to get you.
MATT:
You know, Ryan is a nice name for a
girl. Wow, you should see the sun on
the Ganges. It's amazing.
Ryan starts to respond, then falters, watching Matt’s figure
grow ever smaller.
THE SAD CROONING of HANK WILLIAMS crackles through the dying
radio.
RYAN:
(in a daze)
Matt...
Only static hisses...
RYAN (CONT’D)
Matt!
Static again as Matt falls deeper into the distance, becoming
lost in a sea of white specks and
The transmission ends.
SILENCE:
INSIDE THE HELMET-
Ryan is dizzy, sweating, and having trouble focusing. She sees
Matt-
Nothing more than a dot.
She stretches her hand toward him, as if trying to touch him
with the tips of her fingers. But the dot has already vanished
into never-ending darkness.
EVERYTHING IS BLURRED.
Ryan is about to lose consciousness, when-
She takes one deep breath as she opens her eyes widely.
If she doesn’t move, she’ll die.
Ryan pulls herself forward, reaching for a handle on the Soyuz.
She grabs it and reaches for another, climbing her way toward
the Station’s airlock.
But she’s losing focus.
As her right hand is reaching for a handle, everything becomes a
blur, and she misses.
Her brain is shutting down from lack of oxygen. She struggles to
open her eyes and mumbles words that are unintelligible.
She reaches up again, almost blindly. Her hand grips the handle,
and with one huge effort-
She sprints across the Docking Module, swinging from handle to
handle, in one continual push, until she reaches the-
AIRLOCK.
She stops, takes one deep breath and-
She turns the latch and OPENS the re-entry hatch.
The hatch BLOWS OPEN as the air inside the cabin escapes into
the vacuum, almost throwing Ryan back into space, but she holds
tightly onto the latch.
She hangs outside, trying to gasp the last breath of oxygen
inside her life system. She sees her feet dangling against the
emptiness of space and-
With one last effort, she pulls herself into the airlock.
AIRLOCK MODULE. INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. 500 KM ABOVE EARTH.
As she enters she does a 180-degree flip. As soon as her legs
are in, she grabs onto the latch, and-
CLOSES THE HATCH.
INSIDE THE HELMET-
Ryan is suffocating. With very little oxygen and her body
intoxicated by the nitrogen in her blood, her breathing is
coarse and painful.
She can hardly keep her eyes open, and she pushes herself
through the cabin, an empty cylinder lit by two circular mercury
lights. She reaches the-
CONTROL PANEL, a small computer with a screen that monitors the
atmospheric and temperature levels inside the airlock.
She presses a button on the panel and-
THE CABIN BEGINS TO PRESSURIZE.
A low hissing sound can be heard as the tanks in the Station
begin pumping pure oxygen into the airlock. The control panel’s
monitor shows the atmospheric levels slowly rising.
INSIDE THE HELMET-
Ryan gasps for air, but there is none.
She stares at the red-orange-green graph on the control panel
showing the atmospheric levels. It reads red. Her pupils begin
to dilate as-
In the vacuum of space there was nothing to carry sound waves,
but now sound begins to travel through the oxygen that slowly
fills the cabin.
The sounds are muffled, like the sounds of the outside world
heard from within the womb.
A beeping sound intermittently penetrates the airlock, anxious
and halting.
The Control System’s graph slowly moves from red to orange. The
cabin is still not fully pressurized.
But that will have to do.
With one sharp motion-
And pushes it from her head.
She gasps for air and coughs.
She contorts and shakes, fighting to breath in the thin
atmosphere of the airlock. Her helmet bounces around the walls
of the cabin, floating.
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