Solaris

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Chris, what is it?

I love you so much.

Don't you love me any more?

I've made progress,

and I recognise that.

But my wife, who I can't

even convince to come here...

Anything can set her off.

It could be the phone ringing,

something on the news,

something online, going shopping maybe.

A commemorative T-shirt in the window.

Itjust puts her right back in that place,

and it's like all my progress - ripped away.

And I'm right back there with her.

I feel totally the opposite. I see the TV

and I see the Internet and I see those T-shirts

and I feel nothing. The more I see the images,

the less I feel, the less I believe that it's real.

I mean, I think I'm supposed to feel

something by now. Don't you think so?

Linda, this is Chris Kelvin.

I'm returning your call.

I have two times available this week;

or 6.15pm on Thursday.

You can leave a message if either

of those times are good for you. Thank you.

Well, I know that's not true.

Because I know you, and I know it's not true.

Good. I'm glad.

All right.

Let's pick this up on Wednesday.

Can I help you?

We're looking for Dr Chris Kelvin.

Chris...

I can't imagine what you must be

thinking, getting a message like this.

I apologise if it seems melodramatic, but

you are the only person I can... I can trust...

in the situation.

I need your help.

I need you to come to Solaris, Chris.

I don't know how to describe

what we are experiencing up here.

We can't even agree amongst ourselves

what is... what is happening, or...

what to do about it.

I suppose the... the most obvious

solution would be to leave.

But none of us want to. That's why

you're getting this... this bizarre request.

I...

I told the crew that your

background and experiences

made you the...

the ideal candidate for this job.

Don't worry. I didn't elaborate.

But it's true.

So, anyway...

I, uh... I hope you will come to Solaris, Chris.

I-I think you need to.

You will see what I mean.

I wish I could be more specific

about all of this, but... you know.

People are listening.

You can imagine the distress

Dr Gibarian's message caused at DBA.

Why not send in the security force?

We did. We lost contact

as they were approaching Solaris.

They haven't returned.

There must be some

sort of on-board Al system.

They shut it down.

The company was hoping to solve

this problem without involving a civilian.

Obviously these are extreme circumstances.

Some preparation is involved

but you shouldn't have any trouble.

The flight itself is fully automated.

You'll be asleep most of the trip.

We feel confident that if you board

the ship, you can negotiate their safe return.

Is that what everybody wants?

Of course.

Find the probability of F.

OK, stop. Go back.

Snow.

Kelvin, is it?

Yeah.

Kelvin. Right. Oh, man.

Sorry about that, Kelvin.

Names, you know, just...

For some reason. It, uh...

Yeah. Uh...

Well, uh, you wanna come in?

I'm fine.

Whose blood is that, leading to the lab?

Yeah. Blood.

How 'bout that?

Katarn.

He, um... Yeah.

Security forces showed up

and he just took off, and they...

Yeah. Put a hole in his pot.

What happened to Gibarian?

Yeah.

It was a suicide.

Who found him?

I found him.

What happened to Rhys?

Yeah, now, Rhys w... Huh.

We don't know, because the thing is,

he kind of... disappeared.

- Disappeared?

- Disappeared.

- How did he disappear?

- Exactly.

Don't know. We do know

that he's not on the ship, uh,

and that's... that's all we know.

Where's Dr Gordon?

Dr Gordon. She is in her room,

and, um...

Dr Gordon won't let you in her room.

Can you tell me what's happening here?

I could tell you what's happening,

but, uh...

I don't know if that'd

really tell you what's happening.

I just wanna talk to you.

You have to give me your word

you won't try to come in.

All right.

Well?

- What happened to Gibarian?

- Didn't you talk to Snow?

- I wanted to hear your version.

- There isn't any version.

He killed himself.

Why haven't you come home?

What happened here?

What did you find?

- Who are you representing?

- I'm the last effort to recover this mission,

before they abandon this ship

and everyone on board.

Until it starts happening to you,

there's really no point in discussing it.

Hey.

Hey!

- Who else is here?

- Who else is here?

I saw a boy.

Gibarian's son.

- Michael.

- How is that possible?

I think that's why you're here.

I want a formal interview with you

and Gordon. I'll need your help with her.

Yeah. All right.

Um...

How much sleep do you need, Kelvin?

- How much sleep?

- Yeah.

- How long can you go without sleep?

- Depends.

Well,

when you do go to sleep,

I find I sleep much better

with the door locked.

I was with the project when it was

still with NASA, before it was sold to DBA.

I was trained in physics.

I was sent here to assess

the economic potential of Solaris.

Whether or not it was a viable commercial

property or possible energy source.

I was still compiling data

when this sh*t started happening.

Did you run any tests

on the food, air, water?

I checked it 50 times. There are no signs of

contaminants or psychotropic compounds.

How about you? How are you doing?

Depression.

Along with bouts of hypomania

and primary insomnia.

Suggestions of agoraphobia,

obsessive-compulsive disorder,

shock, fatigue, denial...

- Not unusual, given the circumstances.

- I know.

All right. Now, what can you tell me

about what's happening here?

Just that I want it to stop,

but I want to stop it.

If I can stop it that means

I'm smarter than it is.

You know you can go home,

walk away from all of this.

I can guarantee it.

Yeah.

The thing is... Man, I would kill

to go back there. I'd... kill.

But Gordon?

Gordon happens to be Gordon, you know?

So, um...

But I'll see what I can do.

We take off into the cosmos.

Ready for anything -

solitude, hardship, exhaustion...

death.

We're proud of ourselves.

But when you think about it,

our enthusiasm's a sham.

We don't want other worlds. We want mirrors.

So, anyway... How's the spawn?

Oh, good, good. He cries

and shits in his pants every two hours.

- I know the feeling.

When are you leaving?

- We've been postponed again.

- I didn't hear that.

Nobody knows yet.

The governments are looking for a buyer. I

wish we could tell people what's happening.

You can tell me. I'm a doctor.

Well, Doctor, as we study Solaris,

the most interesting thing is it, um...

Well, it seems to be reacting.

Almost like it knows it's being observed.

We can't explain it.

Are you listening to me? Chris?

- So anyway...

- So anyway. Sorry.

Go to her. Her name is Rheya. She's a bit

tricky but, um, I guess she's worthwhile.

Maybe she needs a shrink.

Don't we all?

Don't blow it.

You start.

I did.

Really?

All right, I'm gonna resist the impulse

to ask you about the door knob.

- Do you always resist your impulses?

- Not always.

Try poetry.

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