Solaris Page #2

"And death shall have no dominion."

Mm. Thomas.

It's not a very happy poem, though.

Well, you didn't seem

very happy when I saw you on the train.

I wasn't.

And tonight?

It's early.

Goddammit!

I'm awake.

Yes.

How are you here?

How are you here?

How do you mean?

Where do you think you are?

Where do you think you are right now?

At home.

Where is home?

With you, where we live.

And do you remember being anywhere else

with me? Being together anywhere else?

- Our apartment.

- Describe it.

It's dark. It's very very dark.

And there are no paintings on the wall.

No pictures anywhere.

No pictures on the fridge, even,

which I always thought was a bit strange.

Do you remember

where we first saw each other?

On a train.

Chris...

I'm so happy to see you.

I love you so much.

Don't you love me any more?

I have to check out something with the crew.

No! No!

- Don't leave me! Don't leave me!

- Why? Why?

- Why?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Why are you sitting over there?

Can I come and sit with you?

Hey.

What was that?

Yeah.

How 'bout that?

Still workin' on that.

Where's your visitor?

I don't know. Stopped appearing.

- Who's your visitor?

- My brother.

Who was it?

My wife.

Dead?

So what was her name?

Will she come back?

Do you want her to?

- No, it isn't.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it isn't. It's crap.

- Only one way to find out.

You can submit it to someone

and see if they publish it.

That's not an indication of anything.

So no one else's opinion counts

except for yours?

- Yeah.

- That's insane.

- "That's" insane.

- I like it.

Brings out the red in my eyes.

So, did you show it to your father?

- Yeah.

- And?

- And he liked it.

- What'd he say?

- He said he liked it.

- Well...

He's a man who doesn't pass out

compliments very easily. That's something.

- What's that tell you?

- Can we talk about something else? Please?

All right. When do you wanna get hitched?

Every time I bring it up

you make ajoke about it, and...

I know, I know. That's pathet...

I'm sorry. It's just...

It-it's so difficult for me.

Still? Is it something that I'm not doing?

No. No, no, no. That's not the issue at all.

Because, you know,

if you keep putting this off,

then in 15 or 20 years

I'm just gonna stop asking.

- Well, I've got ages, then.

- Mm.

So apart from the poem that you

quoted to me the night that we met...

The night that you were hitting on me.

Oh, I don't think so.

What's your favourite poem?

My favourite Dylan Thomas poem?

Well, there's the, uh...

Listen to this. We have, uh... There's the...

Well, there's the one he's most famous for,

which starts, um...

- "There was a young man from Nantucket..."

- I knew it. I just...

I'm not marrying you.

You...

Oh, you're marrying me.

Would we have to invite anyone else?

There should be witnesses.

Otherwise nobody'd believe us.

When I was little I had

this imaginary friend called Mikashelli,

who used to live under the wallpaper

in the corner of the room.

I used to go and visit. I had a very

intense relationship. I was an only child.

As you know. And, um...

that was like my sibling.

That was the person I used to have

battles with and fights with and everything.

What happened progressively

over the next few years

is that my mother stopped

communicating with me.

She only communicated with me as

Mikashelli, and wrote me these letters,

and we didn't have conversations any more.

- I mean, admittedly, she was certifiable.

- Mm-hm.

But, um, yeah, that was

a strange way to grow up.

You know, you're with the right man.

I so know that. That's what's great.

Cos, man...

Rheya...

It's me.

It's me.

I don't remember that.

When did you get that?

I got itjust before I came here.

- Was I with you?

- No.

I don't actually remember anything.

I only remember you.

Have I been ill?

Sort of.

And we've been apart?

- Yes.

- For how long?

A few years.

- Were you alone?

- Yes.

Was that difficult?

It was easier than being with someone else.

Did you think about me?

Yes.

What is that, out there?

Solaris.

Oh, my God, yes.

I can't remember how I got here.

Did I come here with you?

- I don't know how you got here.

- What do you mean?

I woke up and you were here.

So I wasn't here yesterday?

No.

Right.

Getting dressed?

People will notice tonight.

If you're not there, Rheya,

people will notice.

I can put up with all of it,

you know? The mood swings, the...

restlessness,

changing jobs every three months, all of it.

What I can't put up with

is you hiding from me.

Why do you do that?

Do you wanna be here?

Cos I need help. I can't do this...

I can't "continue" to do this on my own.

The idea of God

was dreamed up by man.

A silly animal with a small brain.

Even the limits

that we put on it are human limits.

- It designs, it creates...

- No, I'm talking about a higher intelligence.

No, hold it. You're talking about

something else - a man in a white beard.

Ascribing human characteristics

to something that isn't human.

Aren't we all?

Rheya, given all the elements

of the known universe and enough time,

our existence is inevitable.

It's no more mysterious than trees or sharks.

We're a mathematical probability,

and that's all.

How do you explain that

of all the creatures on this planet,

only we are conscious of our own mortality?

You can't explain that.

That doesn't mean there's a God.

Maybe religion has been bred into us.

The pope is a wonderful woman...

- Excuse me.

- A nihilistic shrink. Is there a school?

- Not yet.

You see? He's funny, at least.

Where you been?

Away from those f***ing people.

They're my friends.

Yeah.

Chris, I've got to talk to you.

What's wrong?

I don't understand what's happening.

And if I do understand what's happening

then I don't think I can handle it.

What do you mean?

I mean...

I mean...

I'm not the person I remember.

Or at least I'm not sure I am.

I mean, I-I do remember things,

but I don't remember being there.

I don't remember experiencing those things.

My... I...

I mean, I'm really really...

really really trying to understand.

And-and these, uh...

These... these strange thoughts

keep coming into my head, and I...

I don't know where they're

coming from, and I'm scared.

Um...

And I-I don't know what's happening.

I-I don't know what's happening.

- What do you think's happening?

- You need rest.

- No...

- Take that.

You don't understand. Because

I don't think that I can live with this.

I don't understand what is happening now.

I mean, this-this-this... I remember this.

I have a memory of it. But...

But I don't. I don't remember

seeing it. I don't...

I don't remember being there. I...

Rheya, it's fatigue. It's fatigue.

It's brought on by stress.

It's fatigue. That's why you take this.

Right. Yeah.

No, it is. You'll be fine. I'll talk to Gordon

and Snow. We'll go back to Earth.

- Mm-hm.

- And you're gonna be fine.

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