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we are morally obligated

to continue the exploration.

I can understand

how Professor Messenger feels.

I understand him.

But let's take a look

at the road we've traveled.

Solaristics is exactly

where it began.

Years of work have been in vain.

Everything we now know

about Solaris is negative

and has come to resemble a mountain

of disjointed, incoherent facts

that strain credulity.

We're in exactly

the same situation today.

Solaristics is degenerating.

But what we're talking about

is far more serious

than just the study of Solaristics.

We're talking about the boundaries

of human knowledge.

Don't you think that

by establishing artificial barriers

we delivera blow

to the idea of limitless thought?

By limiting our movement forward,

we facilitate moving backwards.

I nevertheless repeat my question.

What do you mean by saying

the report of my observations in almost

no way corresponds with reality?

I saw everything with my own eyes.

What do you mean by "almost"?

"Almost no way" means

that some real phenomena

could have triggered

your hallucinations, Burton.

When it's windy,

it's easy to confuse a swaying bush

with a living being,

to say nothing of a foreign planet.

I meant no offense, Burton.

None.

I'd like to know what impact

Professor Messenger's opinion will have.

Practically none,

which means that exploration

in this area will be discontinued.

Just a moment. Yes...

I'd like to make a statement.

The commission has not offended me,

but it has offended

the spirit of the expedition.

Therefore, I consider it

my duty to announce...

And so on...

Nowadays it's considered

good manners to laugh

when Burton's report is mentioned.

Thank you, Burton.

We've known you for a long time,

but I never knew anything about you.

You know, you were very handsome.

That's not true,

but thanks anyway.

Excuse me.

Well, Kris, what do you think?

If you don't mind,

I'd like to speak to your son alone.

I don't want to look like an idiot

in front of you yet again.

I'll wait for you outside by the swing.

What a ridiculous man.

You have no reason to say that.

He's ill at ease.

He thinks he's getting

in the way of our farewell.

He's a tactful man.

If he decided to come, it's because

he considers this important.

Although, I admit,

I'd rather not see anyone now.

You and I rarely get

a chance to talk.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

Even if it's on the last day.

The last day.

One always feels awful

after a big farewell.

Here comes your aunt.

Let's meet after lunch.

We need to talk.

Why did you have to invite this Burton

today of all days?

Where are the guests going to sleep?

Next to you, or in the room upstairs?

Upstairs, I guess.

Well, I'm off to my meeting

by the swing.

- Maybe...

- Just a moment.

You and your rooms can wait!

Listen, Kris...

What happened?

- What's standing over there?

- What are you afraid of?

In the garage, staring at me.

It's a horse.

Don't. I've seen it already.

Come on.

He's gentle.

Look how beautiful he is.

You understand, I think

Solaristics has reached an impasse

as a result

of irresponsible daydreaming.

I'm interested in the truth,

but you want to turn me

into a biased supporter.

I don't have the right to make decisions

based on impulses of the heart.

I'm not a poet.

I have a concrete goal:

Either stop the research

and remove the station from orbit,

thereby legitimizing

the Solaristics crisis,

or take extreme measures.

Perhaps bombard the Ocean

with heavy radiation.

- Not that!

- Why not?

Didn't you say research

should continue at any price?

You want to destroy that which we are

presently incapable of understanding?

Forgive me, but I am not an advocate

of knowledge at any price.

Knowledge is only valid

when it's based on morality.

Man is the one who renders science

moral or immoral.

Remember Hiroshima.

Then don't make science immoral.

It's strange...

Strange.

There's nothing strange about it.

You yourself can't be sure

that what you saw

wasn't just hallucinations.

Thank you very much.

It's seems there's

nothing more to discuss.

- What happened?

- I'm leaving.

Where are you going?

He's an accountant, not a scientist.

You were right.

You and I are friends, but that doesn't

mean you can say that about him.

Great. You and I have known each other

for 20 years. It had to end someday.

Are you leaving the boy?

What did you have to offend him for?

You're too harsh.

It's dangerous to send

people like you into space.

Everything there is too fragile.

Yes, fragile!

The Earth has somehow

become adjusted to people like you,

although at what sacrifice!

What, are you jealous that he'll be

the one to bury me, and not you?

Thus, it had been established that

the Solaris Ocean is a distinctive brain.

Right after that, an even more daring

hypothesis came out,

suggesting that the Ocean

is a thinking substance.

Incidentally, this hypothesis

still cannot be confirmed or refuted.

It's a program about Solaris.

There are few believers left.

First ofall, there are those connected

to the fate of the Solaris station.

On this huge station

built to house 85 people

there is now a crew of three.

They are:
astrobiologist Sartorius,

cyberneticist Snaut,

and physiologist Gibarian,

who deal with the problem...

I'm calling from the city.

Burton.

Anna, leave for a minute.

We need to talk.

I didn't talk to Kris

about what was most important:

about Messenger, who voiced

a different opinion at that meeting.

He became very interested in Fechner,

who died in the Solaris Ocean.

It turns out that Fechner

has an orphaned son.

He had left his family.

Messenger and I paid a visit

to Fechner's widow,

and I saw this boy with my own eyes.

You never told me about that.

I never got the chance.

Fine. Go on.

This child was identical

to the one I saw on Solaris.

Of course,

he wasn't four meters tall.

He shouldn't think about this

too much before liftoff,

but he should keep it in mind.

There's no point

in keeping these papers.

The ones to hold on to are in my room.

My research notes, my thesis...

I held on to so much.

If something should happen,

I'll find someone to take care of them.

I'll come up with something.

Don't look for that film.

I'm taking it with me.

Remember?

The one of the bonfire?

Yes, of course.

- Ready, Kelvin?

- Ready, Moddard.

Don't worry about a thing.

Have a great trip.

Send our regards.

- When is liftoff?

- You're already flying, Kris! Take care.

Solaris station! Do something!

I'm losing stability.

This is Kelvin, over.

Hey, where is everyone?

You've got guests.

Dr. Snaut?

Snaut?

I'm Kelvin, the psychologist.

It looks like you weren't

expecting me.

Did you receive the radiogram?

Yes, of course.

What's with you?

Forgive me.

Where's Gibarian?

Where's Sartorius?

Sartorius is in his quarters.

Gibarian is dead.

What do you mean "dead"?

Suicide.

I beg your pardon.

I knew Gibarian

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