SOLARIS Page #3

CUT TO:

INT. KELVIN'S ROOM

Later. Kelvin is lying down. The lights are out, and he is

trying to sleep.

After a moment, he gets up, checks the lock on his door, and

lies back down.

Then he gets up and moves a chair in front of the door, and

lies back down.

Then he gets up and puts two heavy cases on top of the chair,

and lies back down.

Laughing to himself, he drifts off to sleep.

Silence.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

On Kelvin, asleep.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

On Kelvin, still asleep. Then:

EXTREME CLOSE-UP:

A WOMAN'S LIPS, slightly parted.

BACK TO KELVIN:

Asleep. Then:

INT. TRAIN - DAY

Continued silence, AND:

RHEYA, 30s, staring at us, practically daring us to look

away. Her obvious intelligence and confidence make her

extremely compelling, along with the fact that it was her

parted lips we were looking at a moment ago. Her expression

indicates she's in a very raw emotional state.

REVERSE ANGLE:

Kelvin is the person she has locked eyes with on the TRAIN.

He is younger here; not just in age, but in spirit. The

contrast with his older self is striking.

BACK TO KELVIN:

Asleep on the ship. After a beat:

EXTREME CLOSE-UP:

Rheya's LIPS.

Except the circumstance is clearly different: it's darker and

there isn't the side-to-side shimmy of the train car.

A WIDER VIEW:

Reveals that Rheya is not sitting on the train -- she is

sitting in Kelvin's room on the Prometheus, right now.

She is staring at Kelvin and she is ethereal in her

stillness.

KELVIN:

Awakens, blinks, and slowly recognizes her.

If he is not entirely surprised it is because he has

obviously dreamed of Rheya before. He looks at her, simply.

RHEYA:

Stands and makes her way to Kelvin.

Without hesitation she kisses him and they begin to explore

each other and we see all of it happen and two things are

obvious:
first, they have done this before, and two: they

haven't done it in some time.

CUT TO:

INT. KELVIN'S ROOM

Kelvin is asleep, Rheya in his arms.

He wakes up and looks at her, perplexed. After a beat he

rises to sit on the edge of the bed.

A wave of terror is barely suppressed as he puts his hand to

his forehead. Rheya opens her eyes.

KELVIN:

Oh, God. I'm awake.

RHEYA:

Yes.

He looks at her.

KELVIN:

Where did you come from?

She moves to him and kisses him as if that's all she wants to

do, forever.

Between kisses.

KELVIN:

How are you here?

She stops.

RHEYA:

How do you mean?

(beat)

Chris, what's wrong?

Hearing his name spoken by her (and those particular words,

perhaps) nearly causes Kelvin to scream.

He stands and moves to the chair. Rheya watches him.

RHEYA:

I love you.

He looks up at her for as long as he can. Then he looks

down.

RHEYA:

Do you love me?

He doesn't look up.

KELVIN:

Yes.

A beat.

KELVIN:

I need to see Snow.

RHEYA:

I'll go with you.

KELVIN:

(rising)

I'll just be a minute.

She bolts out of bed.

RHEYA:

Don't.

KELVIN:

Why?

RHEYA:

I don't know. I can't be alone.

KELVIN:

I'll be right back.

She is trying to accommodate him but her fear of being left

alone is palpable, even excessive. He sees this and puts his

arms on her shoulders to comfort her.

KELVIN:

All right. All right. Here.

He hands her a few pills and retrieves a glass of water.

RHEYA:

What are they?

KELVIN:

To calm your anxiety.

RHEYA:

To calm my anxiety.

She takes the pills and smiles.

CUT TO:

INT. DOCKING BAY

Kelvin leads Rheya to one of the exploratory pods. They are

in space suits.

RHEYA:

We're taking a flight?

KELVIN:

Yes.

He opens the door of a pod and indicates for her to enter.

She is unsure.

KELVIN:

Go ahead. I'll close the door

behind me.

She stares up and into the pod. Kelvin watches her go with

difficulty and then CLOSES THE DOOR behind Rheya.

He walks across the docking bay to the control room and

begins preparations for the pod to be jettisoned.

KELVIN:

In agony as he watches a real-time, beat-by-beat brand of

technological murder take place: Rheya's pod is pushed off

into space.

RHEYA:

Her face contorted in confusion, watches through the pod

window as the docking bay doors close in front of her with a

brutal finality.

KELVIN:

collapses to the ground, shattered.

INSERT:

A woman's HAND, resting on the floor of an apartment. The

fingers are being licked by a LABRADOR PUPPY.

ANOTHER INSERT:

A pot of coffee, on the boil. Except that it has been left

unattended for too long...

ANOTHER INSERT:

A rain-streaked window.

CUT TO:

INT. KELVIN'S ROOM

Kelvin, on the edge of his bed. He wants to tear himself

inside out.

A voice calls over the intercom: Snow's.

SNOW:

Was her breakfast conversation that

bad?

KELVIN:

Shut up.

SNOW:

I told you, try to stay calm.

You're supposed to be the

psychologist of the bunch.

KELVIN:

What was it?

Kelvin rises and goes to wash his face.

SNOW:

Personally, I think it's God. At

least, it fits my definition.

KELVIN:

And professionally?

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