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But what if there is, dad? What if
there's something we can salvage?
Cooper thinks it over. Murph scrambles to get his shoes.
EXT. COOPER'S HOUSE -- DAY
The shriek is still muffled. Cooper walks over to the well,
putting in a pair of earplugs.
A line is staked off, leading down into the well below.
Cooper begins hauling the line up.
As the probe breaks the surface of the water, the SHRIEK
returns to its normal volume. Cooper rolls the probe out
onto the ground.
The probe CHIRPS next to Murph in the backseat as Cooper
spins the plane and guns the throttle and they bounce along
the dusty runway and into the air.
EXT. CALIFORNIA COAST -- DAY
The tiny plane follows the mountains south.
EXT. SKIES OVER LOS ANGELES -- DAY
Cooper flies in low. Los Angeles looks much the same way it
did in the early 20th century -- small settlements in Santa
Monica and Downtown. Wildfires and earthquakes have shaken
and burned what was left of the homes in between.
26.
EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY, MALIBU -- DAY
Cooper puts the plane down on the old highway and taxis up
to a gas station. Ahead, the Coast Highway peters out and
disappears beneath rows of wild grass -- Malibu has become
ranchland, once again.
EXT. GAS STATION, MALIBU -- DAY
An OLD MAN looks up as Cooper steps out of the plane and
checks it over.
COOPER:
Got any diesel?
OLD MAN:
Plenty. Shame you can't eat it.
Cooper stretches the hose over to the plane.
Cooper rests a hand lightly on the controls as he follows
the coast. Murph gazes out the window. In the backseat,
the probe is HUMMING.
A light marine layer beneath them parts, revealing SANTA
CRUZ ISLAND, a large, uninhabited island.
As Cooper soars over the island, the probe HUMS, insistent.
MURPH:
I think it's home.
Cooper circles the island until he finds a long, flat
grassland in the center of the island.
EXT. FIELD, SANTA CRUZ ISLAND -- DAY
The plane bounces and hops to a halt in waist-deep grass.
Murph and Cooper climb down from the plane. Cooper slings a
rifle over his shoulder.
A few dozen yards from the plane they reach the tree line.
Murph stops, mesmerized by a patch of weeds studded with
bright red -- strawberries.
MURPH:
Dad, what are these things?
COOPER:
I don't know. Don't touch them.
27.
Cooper spots something in the foliage ahead that looks a
little off. He walks over.
He pokes at the undergrowth with his rifle. The rifle CLANKS
against something metal. Cooper reaches -- it's a camouflage
scrim. He gently pulls it aside, revealing a chemical
transport truck.
Cooper steps back, alarmed. He brings up his rifle.
COOPER (CONT'D)
Murph?
He looks around. Murph is nowhere to be seen. Cooper curses
and heads into the forest to look for him.
EXT. CLEARING, SANTA CRUZ ISLAND -- DAY
Cooper walks through a glade. He stops to get his bearings.
Leans against a tree. Snatches his hand back -- the trunk
of the tree is red hot.
Cooper steps back -- it's not a tree at all, but a camouflaged
chimney stack. He looks up: the tree is venting steam.
Cooper walks a little further, until he finds several massive
tanks. The tanks are filling with a bubbling liquid -- some
kind of industrial process is taking place beneath him.
Cooper finally catches up with Murph at the edge of a
clearing.
COOPER:
Careful. There's some kind of
underground facility here. We
might...
Cooper notices his son is frozen, staring at something:
Standing bolt upright in the middle of the clearing, wearing
an old straw hat, is an eight-foot-tall military spec ROBOT.
MURPH:
Is it still... alive?
COOPER:
Can't be. It's a marine. Haven't
made them for thirty years. I've
never seen one intact before.
Cooper steps closer to the robot, which is frozen. Its alloy
frame heavily tarnished and weather-beaten. It looks like
it might have been standing here for decades.
28.
Cooper moves closer to it, looking into its blackened eyes.
He steps back, clearly a little spooked.
COOPER (CONT'D)
I think we need to go, Murph.
MURPH:
But can't we take it back? You could
fix it up, get him to do chores.
COOPER:
No. I don't know what this place
is, but we're leaving.
Murph, ignoring his father, steps forward to touch the robot.
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