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Sphere Page #9
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 134 min
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HARRY:
It's nonsense. There's enough
difference between our own species
to prove that.
BETH:
Take politics, our views on
abortion, the death penalty...
HARRY:
Cannibalism, to be extreme. And now
we're talking about a new life form.
Their values and ethics may be
incomprehensible.
BARNES:
Like "Thou shall not kill"?
NORMAN:
Or maybe, it can't be killed.
BARNES:
You mean, what's in that thing is
immortal?
NORMAN:
I don't know. That's the point.
BARNES:
Everything can be killed.
BETH:
Not everything. Even on earth. Take
...yeasts.
BARNES:
Yeasts? Thank you, Beth, but I don't
think we're gonna open it up and
find a loaf of bread.
HARRY:
And we're just talking about three-
dimensional creatures. What if it's
five or six or seven-dimensional? So
dimensional that we couldn't even
see it to kill it.
NORMAN:
Good point. I don't know what you're
talking about, but good point.
BARNES:
Or it could contain some great
benefit to us, some astonishing new
idea or technology to help mankind.
HARRY:
It could. But the odds of it being
any use to us are against it.
BARNES:
You don't know that.
HARRY:
Let's say whoever made this thing is
a thousand years ahead of us, just
like we are to, say, medieval
Europe. Suppose you went back to
medieval Europe with a TV set. There
wouldn't be any place to plug it in.
BARNES:
Just tell me worst case. Worst case
of what we might find?
BETH:
It could breathe in air and exhale
cyanide gas.
NORMAN:
Disrupt our brain waves, interfere
with our ability to think.
HARRY:
Produce radioactive waste and
disintegrate us into nothing.
CUT TO:
CLOSE ON PRINTER, TYPING: "Surface winds at 25 knots - Estimated Time
of Departure - 01:45 hrs"
CUT TO:
INT. DH-8 HALLWAY
Empty, sterile. WE HEAR the repeating sound: THWAP. Almost like a
dripping faucet. THWAP...THWAP...
INT. LIVING QUARTERS
Harry on his bunk, staring at the wall, flicking his middle finger at
his cheek:
THWAP...THWAP.HARRY:
You realize, Norman, that we are all
going to die.
Norman is lying in his own bunk, below Harry.
NORMAN:
Don't be so optomistic, Harry.
HARRY:
I'm completely serious. There is
something very important missing
from that spacecraft. You know what
that is?
NORMAN:
Not a clue.
HARRY:
A sign that the builders knew time
travel through a black hole was
possible.
NORMAN:
I don't follow you.
HARRY:
On that flight recorder, they called
the black hole an "Unknown Entry
Event." They didn't know what a
black hole was. Fifty years from
now, men are going to build that
ship in a very tentative,
experimental way, with no knowledge
that time travel through a black
hole is possible.
NORMAN:
So what?
Harry leans his head over his bunk.
HARRY:
So, we know.
(beat)
We know it went through a black
hole. We saw it. Norman -- when we'd
get to the surface, we'd tell
wouldn't we? It'd go in some report
like some big discovery. So in fifty
years when they build that ship,
they'd make precautions for a black
hole.
(beat)
But they didn't. The called it an
Unknown Entry Event.
NORMAN:
Meaning we're never gonna get the
chance to tell anyone.
HARRY:
Meaning we're never gonna get to the
surface alive...to tell anyone.
Norman gets out of his bed.
NORMAN:
I can't believe that, Harry.
HARRY:
Gimme another explanation.
Norman pacing.
NORMAN:
I can't. If I had a minute to think,
maybe, but I know you're wrong.
HARRY:
Am I?
NORMAN:
Look -- we're under a lot of
pressure, we're tired, you're not
thinking straight.
HARRY:
You mean, you think I'm cracking?
NORMAN:
No. I didn't say that.
HARRY:
Then what, Norman?
Norman stops pacing, a beat.
NORMAN:
It's what's in that sphere, isn't
it, Harry? Whatever you think is in
that thing -- you think it's going
to kill you.
HARRY:
Curious, isn't it? What's inside?
Before I die, I'd sure like to open
it and see.
INT. VIDEO FEED ROOM
CLOSE ON MONITOR: Video of the sphere. RAPIDLY rewinding.
BARNES:
What caused it?
EDMUNDS:
Nothing. I don't know. Everything
was normal. No changes at all.
HARRY:
When did it happen?
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