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I have a responsibility to them--
DONALD:
That's right. You do.
41.
Cooper looks back out the window, thinking. The night sky
is filled with stars.
CUT TO:
INT. FARMHOUSE -- DAY
Cooper, duffel slung over his shoulder, stands by the door.
He gives his son, Tom, a hug. Murph is nowhere to be seen.
Cooper looks to the back of the house.
INT. MURPH'S ROOM, FARMHOUSE -- DAY
Murph is sitting at his desk, crossing out numbers on a sheet
covered with math. Cooper steps inside.
He notices a packed suitcase sitting by the door. The boy
looks up, hopeful.
MURPH:
I've been doing the math, dad. I
weigh about 85 pounds. Now that's
an extra ton of fuel. But if-
COOPER:
You have to stay here, pal.
MURPH:
(DISTRAUGHT)
I heard you talking to grandpa. I'm
like you. I don't fit here, either.
You know that.
Cooper puts an arm around the boy.
COOPER:
There's going to be important work
to do here, too.
Tears are streaming down the boy's face. Cooper takes his
watch off. Looks at it.
COOPER (CONT'D)
I need you to hold onto this. Will
you do that for me?
Cooper hands Murph the watch. The boy nods, saddened.
MURPH:
You're not coming back, are you?
COOPER:
I will come back. I promise.
42.
Murph shakes his head, but the sadness remains. He knows
this is goodbye, even if his father doesn't.
Heart breaking, Cooper hugs his son and turns to the door.
CUT TO:
EXT. FIELD, SANTA CRUZ ISLAND -- DAY
The Piper Cub touches down. Donald is at the controls.
Cooper climbs down, pulls out his bag. Reaches back in and
grips the old man's hand to say goodbye.
Cooper turns and walks toward the bunker. The doors open
and Tars and Doyle step out to greet him.
Tars ushers Cooper onto the elevator.
COOPER:
Don't look so happy to see me.
TARS:
(SHRUGS)
One more slave when I hijack the
mission and start my robot colony.
Cooper looks at Tars, then Doyle, confused.
DOYLE:
Tars was a Marine. They gave him a
sense of humor to help him fit in
with his unit better.
COOPER:
Great idea. A massive, sarcastic
robot.
TARS:
I have a cue light I can turn on
when I'm joking, if you like.
Tars points to a tiny LED over his eyebrow.
COOPER:
That sounds like a good idea.
TARS:
Great. Maybe you can use it to find
your way back to the ship after I
blow you out the airlock.
Cooper looks at him. Tars looks back, deadpan. After a
beat, the little light turns on above his right eyebrow.
The doors to the bunker begin to grind closed.
43.
INT. MACHINE SHOP, UNDERGROUND FACILITY -- DAY
Cooper walks in, still looking for a place to put his things.
Brand sees him. He smiles in greeting. She doesn't return
the gesture. Instead, she holds up the telemetry board.
BRAND:
You don't like this one, you get to
help me find a replacement.
She heads for the door.
EXT. BAY, SANTA CRUZ ISLAND -- DAY
Cooper is riding in a small rubber zodiac struggling to pull
on a wetsuit. Brand is GUNNING the engine, guiding the tiny
craft to a point in the middle of the bay.
COOPER:
I was wondering where you've been
getting your supplies.
BRAND:
We knew we'd need decades of parts
and materials. The government was
getting rid of some things. So we
arranged to take some off their hands.
She cuts the engine and hooks the boat up to a buoy. She
tosses a compact rebreather.
BRAND (CONT'D)
You know how to use one?
(off his look)
You just breathe. Tap my arm or
bang something metal if you have a
problem. And don't get lost.
She picks up her rebreather and begins looking over it.
COOPER:
So you're a salvage diver now? I
thought you were a biologist.
BRAND:
(UNIMPRESSED)
I have to be just the one thing?
(PATIENT)
We're not going to have a lot of
backup where we're going, Cooper.
We all need expertise in at least
three fields. Except for you, of
course.
44.
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