Interstellar Page #16

The ship's trajectory cuts through the deep gravity well of

the smaller black hole to reach the ice planet.

COOPER:

How much time?

ROTH:

Based on the information from the

probe -- as much as five years.

Doyle looks at the tiny ship's trajectory, threaded between

two black holes. He looks worried.

DOYLE:

I still think we're making a lot of

assumptions. About the wormhole.

About the planet.

(points to map)

The critical orbit here is incredibly

dangerous. It's like walking on the

rim of the volcano.

(BEAT)

Too fast and we get thrown off at

close to the speed of light. Too

slow and we get pulled into the hole

and crushed.

BRAND:

As long as we're careful, we'll make

it.

DOYLE:

How do you know that?

BRAND:

I find it hard to believe that someone

would build a wormhole to a planet

with water and oxygen just to lead

us to a dead end.

DOYLE:

I thought you were a scientist, Brand.

That sounds more like a hypothesis.

BRAND:

A guess. That's right. We don't

have time to wait for conclusive

proof.

(MORE)

48.

BRAND (CONT'D)

My guess is that the wormhole is

there because someone is trying to

help us. The same way we used to

try to help animals when they were

threatened with extinction.

COOPER:

Sure. Till we ran out of food and

ate all of them.

BRAND:

(ANNOYED)

I guess I'm also assuming that whoever

built the wormhole has a better plan

than we did. If I'm wrong, we'll

die, same as we'd die here anyway.

DOYLE:

What do you think, Roth?

Roth leans forward, studying the map.

ROTH:

If we're guessing, then I'd say

Brand's right. The wormhole couldn't

exist naturally. I think it's there

for a reason. That someone is trying

to help us.

Brand looks satisfied.

DOYLE:

So you think we'll have no problem

navigating between two massive black

holes to a tiny planet?

ROTH:

I think we'll probably be killed.

(off his look)

I said I thought there was a plan.

Not that the plan was for us to find

a planet like Earth to save a handful

of people.

(SHAKES HEAD)

Birds don't learn to fly just so

that they can find another egg and

crawl back into it.

DOYLE:

If that's not the plan, then what

are we supposed to be doing out there?

49.

ROTH:

(SHRUGS)

To keep moving. Seeking. Learning.

But I don't know.

(SMILES)

We don't understand how they built

the wormhole. What makes you think

we could understand their plan,

either?

Doyle gives up -- Roth is impossible.

Cooper looks at the tiny ship tracing an improbable route

towards the ice planet. What has he gotten himself into?

INT. MACHINE SHOP, UNDERGROUND FACILITY -- DAY

Brand's Father is sitting at a desk, examining the corrupted

data on the probe. Tars is helping him.

Brand's Father looks up from the screen as Cooper walks up.

BRAND'S FATHER

Tars here needs to be disassembled.

I figured you could do the honors.

COOPER:

(to Tars, sarcastic)

I thought I was going to get to enjoy

your company all the way to Mars.

Tars hands him a plastic waterproof case.

TARS:

You will. My chassis is too heavy

for the rocket stage. They have

another one waiting for me in orbit.

Tars turns his back to Cooper. Two flaps on the back of his

torso slide open, revealing his control module.

TARS (CONT'D)

If you try to turn me into a combine

harvester, I'm going to--

His voice cuts out as Cooper removes the chip and seals it

in the briefcase.

Brand's Father resumes exploring the chaos of ones and zeroes

on the probe's memory. Cooper watches.

BRAND'S FATHER

It's noise. I know it's noise. But

it looks too orderly. Probably just

an old man seeing things.

50.

He shuts down the monitor.

INT. UNDERGROUND HANGAR -- DAY

The crew file into the capsule, wearing their bulky

spacesuits.

Cooper watches as Brand's Father seals his daughter into her

suit. He hugs her and she heads for the capsule.

INT. CONTROL CAPSULE, ROCKET -- NIGHT

Cooper straps himself into a seat next to Brand. He catches

her eye. She looks away -- she's crying.

COOPER:

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