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                           GRAVITY

                         
                         
                          Written by




    
                                                            May 29, 2012
          BLACK.
                         
          SILENCE.
                         
                          CARD 1
           AT 600 KM ABOVE PLANET EARTH THE
           TEMPERATURE FLUCTUATES BETWEEN 120 AND
           -100 DEGREES CELSIUS.
                         
          SILENCE.
                         
                          CARD 2
           THERE IS NOTHING TO CARRY SOUND, NO
           OXYGEN, AND NO AIR PRESSURE.
                         
          SILENCE.
                         
                          CARD 3
           LIFE HERE IS IMPOSSIBLE.
                         
                         
          SILENCE.
                         
                         
                         TITLE-
                         
                         
                         
                          GRAVITY
                         
                         BLACK-
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE, 600 KILOMETERS ABOVE-
                         
                         
          PLANET EARTH.
                         
          Like all images of Earth seen from space, this image of our
          planet is mythical and majestic.
                         
          The globe seems almost tangible, slowly spinning, floating in
          the endless void of space. It is a blue planet, and bright white
          clouds twirl and stretch in capricious patterns across the deep
          blue of the oceans and the jigsaw of continents: green, yellow
          and brown.
                         
          It is noon in Cape Town and early night in India.
                         
          The sphere is almost a perfect orb except for the darkened
          sliver on its Eastern edge.
          It is beautiful! And so full of life.
                         
          But not here.
                         
          Here it is completely silent.
                         
                         SILENCE-
                         
          IN THE DISTANCE-
                         
          A small metal object crosses the empty space surrounding Earth.
          If it appears to be a small satellite that is only because it is
          far away from us. It is the size of one football field. It is-
                         
          The INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION (ISS).
                         
          It resembles a dragonfly. Its solar panels stretch out, like
          wings, from the long body made of connected pressurized modules.
                         
          It floats with a sense of proud achievement.
                         
          It orbits at an altitude of 500 km above sea level. It moves at
          an average of 27,700 kilometers per hour, completing 15.7 laps
          around the Earth per day.
                         
          It is cruising over Zimbabwe. To the East, the island of
          Madagascar. Up to the North, the expansive dry lands of Somalia
          and Ethiopia.
                         
          Soon, the ISS curves around the spherical planet, and it becomes
          smaller, almost indistinguishable, no more than a small bright
          spec grazing over the blue atmosphere.
                         
          CLOSER TO US-
                         
          Orbiting at an altitude of 600 km-
                         
          The EXPLORER SPACE SHUTTLE becomes visible.
                         
          This icon of space exploration has played a key role in all of
          NASA's missions since the late 90's.
                         
          Faintly we hear static, voices murmuring over radio frequences.
          As the babble bulds we might hear one conversation amongst the
                         REST:
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           (On radio, faint)
           Explorer, please verify that the P1
           ATA removal on replacement cap part 1
           and 2 are complete.
                          EXPLORER CAP
           (On radio, faint)
           DMA M1, M2, M3 and M4 are complete.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           (On radio, faint)
           Copy that Explorer. Dr Stone-Houston,
           requesting status update...
                         
          A fizz of static and then the voice continues with sudden,
          starling clarity.
                         
                          RYAN
           Installation ninety-five percent
           complete. Running level one
           diagnostics on circuits, sensors, and
           power. Standby.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Standing by. Looks like we're on
           schedule. Dr. Stone, Medical is
           concerned about your ECG readings.
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm fine Houston.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (RADIO)
           Well, medical doesn't agree doctor.
           Are you feeling nauseous?
                         
                         
                          RYAN
           Not any more than usual, Houston.
           Diagnostics are green. Linking to
           communications card. Ready for data
           reception. If this works, when we
           touch down tomorrow, I'm buying all
           you guys a round of drinks.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (RADIO)
           That's a date, doctor. Just remember,
           Houston is partial to Margaritas.
                         
                          RYAN
           OK, here we go... Booting comm card
           now. Please confirm link.
                          (BEAT)
           Houston, please confirm reception of
           data.
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Negative. We're not seeing any data.
                         
                          RYAN
           Stand by, Houston. I'm gonna reboot
           the comm card.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (RADIO)
           Standing by.
                         
          An ASTRONAUT - MATT KOWALSKI - floats thirty meters away from
          the Shuttle wearing a bulky white space suit and a full, bubble-
          like helmet.
                         
                          ASTRONAUT
           Houston, I have a bad feeling about
           this mission.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Please expand.
                         
                          MATT
           Okay, let me tell you a story. It was
           '96. I'd been up here 42 days. Every
           time I passed over Texas, I'd look
           down, knowing the second Mrs Kowalsky,
           was looking up, thinking of me. Six
           weeks I'm blowing kisses to that
           woman. Then we land at Edwards and I
           find out she'd run off with a lawyer
           before I was off the launch pad, so I
           packed my car and I headed to...
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Tijuana. You've told this story,
           Kowalsky. As Houston recalls, she
           took off in your '74 GTO. Engineering
           requests fuel status on the jet pack
           prototype.
                         
          Matt smiles, checks the monitors of the sleek device strapped to
          his back.
                         
                          MATT
           Five hours off the reservation and I
           show 30% drain. My compliments to
           Engineering. Except for a slight
           malfunction on the nulling of the roll
           axis, this jetpack is one prime piece
           of thrust.
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Engineering says thank you.
                         
                          MATT
           Tell them I still prefer my '67
           Corvette though. Speaking of which did
           I ever tell you the--
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           We know the Corvette story, Matt.
                         
                          MATT
           Even Engineering?
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Especially engineering. We're going
           to miss you, Matt.
                         
          Matt grins, fiddles with a control and propels himself away from
          the Shuttle.
                         
          Stationed around the telescope are TWO ASTRONAUTS carrying out a
          repair mission. They are also wearing space suits but unlike
          Matt, they are not wearing Manned Maneuvering Units. SAFETY
          TETHERS are the only things stopping them from floating away
          into space.
                         
                          RYAN
           Comm card reboot in progress.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Thank you doctor. Shariff, what's your
           status?
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Nearly there. Replacing battery module
           A1 and C.
                         
          SHARIFF DASARI is an Indian engineer in his mid-thirties. He is
          attached with tethers to a platform on one side of the Hubble.
          This is his second mission into outer space.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Could you be more specific?
           Indeterminate estimates make Houston
           anxious.
                          SHARIFF
           No... no... no Houston, don't be
           anxious. Anxiety is not good for the
           heart... The system is ready to re-
           activate.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Hubble Telescope engaged. Upgrade
           fully functional. That applause you
           hear is for you, Shariff.
           Congratulations. Kick back, take the
           rest of the day off.
                         
          Shariff cheers and begins singing a pop tune in Hindi, bursting
          into a Zero-G Bollywood choreography that is repressed by the
          stiffness of his space suit.
                         
                          SHARIFF
                          (SINGING)
           Woohoo... Jaise Baadal Paani Ka, Yaarana
           Hai Oh Jaise Paani Ka, Yaarana Hai.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Matt, please advise as to Mission
           Specialist Shariff's current activity.
                         
                         
                          MATT
           He appears to be doing the Macarena of
           some sort. Though that would merely be
           a best guess scenario on my part.
                         
          Matt is now approaching the Explorer, skillfully maneuvering his
          thrusters.
                         
          The other astronaut stands perched on a ROBOTIC ARM attached to
          the Shuttle. The arm is a crane-like moving platform remotely
          operated from inside the Shuttle.
                         
          We TRACK In on the astronaut as she works intently alone.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Dr. Stone. Houston. Medical now have
           you with a temperature drop to 35.9
           and heart rate rise to 70.
           How are you doing?
                         
                          RYAN
           Houston, I'm fine, it's just...
                          (SHE SWALLOWS)
           ...Keeping your lunch down in zero G
           is harder than it looks.
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Doctor Stone? Medical is asking if you
           want to return to Explorer?
                         
          Ryan HUMS as she jiggles the CARD.
                         
                          RYAN
           No, we've been here for a week
           Houston, let's just finish this.
                         
          RYAN STONE is a medical engineer, specialized in hospital
          scanning systems. She's focused on her work as though she's all
          alone in the world. This is her first mission.
                         
          Ryan eyes the Card, then...
                         
           RYAN (CONT'D (CONT'D)
           Card is up.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           That's a negative. I'm afraid we're
           getting nothing on this end, doctor.
                         
                         
          Ryan eyes the Card, then...
                         
                          RYAN
           Try again.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           (a beat, then...)
           Still nothing.
                         
                          RYAN
           Houston, could you please turn that
           music off?
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Kowalsky?
                         
                          MATT
           Not a problem.
                         
          Matt toggles a switch and the music stops.
                         
                          RYAN
           Thank you, Kowalsky.
                         
          Ryan moves the Card around.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Now, Houston?
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Negative.
                         
                          RYAN
           Could Houston be misinterpreting the
           data--?
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           We're not receiving any data.
           Engineering is recommending a vis-
           check for component damage.
                         
          Again, as if to herself-
                         
                          RYAN
           Mmmm. Let me see what's going on.
                         
          She starts to disengage one of the panels.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
                          (MUMBLES)
           What have you got here?
                         
          Ryan takes out a card from under the plate and begins to examine
          it. Matt begins to approach her.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Visual examination doesn't reveal any
           damaged components. The problem must
           be originating in the comms panel.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           That seems to be the case. Engineering
           admits that you warned us that this
           could happen. That's as close to an
           apology as you're going to get from
           them. We should've listened to you
           doc.
                         
          Without losing any time, Ryan puts the card back into the
                         TELESCOPE-
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm on it.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Copy that. How long do you think it'll
           take you?
                         
          Matt begins a wide loop around the telescope.
                          RYAN
           An hour.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Outstanding. We appreciate your
           patience, Doctor. Installing your
           system in the Hubble is the main
           purpose of this mission.
                         
          Ryan doesn't respond, continuing to work. Matt closes in as he
          circles the telescope.
                         
                         
           MISSION CONTROL (CONT'D)
           Houston trusts Mission Commander
           Kowalsky realizes that this delay is
           not of sufficient duration to enable
           him to surpass Anatoly's Solovyev's
           spacewalking record, as most recent
           calculations indicate that he will be
           left...
                         
                          MATT
           Seventy-five minutes shy. Never
           crossed my mind.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Matt, It's been a privilege.
                         
          Matt hesitates ever-so-briefly, then...
                         
                          MATT
           Right back atcha, Houston.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Enjoy your last walk...
                         
                          MATT
           Am I a go to assist Dr. Stone in
           removing the panel?
                         
                          RYAN
           Assistance appreciated.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Permission granted.
                          MATT
           Thank you, Houston.
                          (TO RYAN)
           Mind if I join the fun?
                         
                          RYAN
           Certainly.
                         
          Ryan begins unbolting. Matt lands right next to Ryan and grabs
          onto the telescope. She is frustrated, determined.
                         
                          MATT
           How are you feeling?
                         
                          RYAN
           Like a Chihuahua that's being tumble
           dried.
                         
          Matt takes out his pistol grip, and with fast precision puts its
          head to a bolt and begins unscrewing. Matt removes the bolt
          with confidence.
                         
                          MATT
           It's been a rough week. If it makes
           you feel any better, I puked up
           everything but my kidneys on my first
           ride.
                         
          Ryan is not as precise with her pistol grip, and when a bolt
                         COMES OFF-
                         
          She DROPS IT.
                         
                          RYAN
           Whoa...! AWOL!
                         
          The bolt spins floating away. She tries to grab it but MISSES,
          barely touching it but brushing it just enough to give it a push
          that makes it change direction....
                         
          She turns and reaches out to grab it, but she is strapped to the
          Robotic Arm.
                         
          The bolt spins out into the emptiness of space when-
                         
                         
          A hand GRABS it before it has gone too far. It is Matt's.
                         
                         
          Ryan looks at him, embarrassed.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Thanks. Sorry. In my basement lab
           things usually fall to the floor.
          Matt puts the bolt away. He begins to unscrew another bolt.
                         
                          MATT
           Hey -- you're the genius up here. I
           just drive this bus.
                         
                          RYAN
           Call me a genius if I can get this
           board initialized in the next hour.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Explorer, this is Houston.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
           Go ahead Houston.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           NORAD reports a satellite has incurred
           a missile strike. The impact has
           created a cloud of debris orbiting at
           20,000 miles per hour. Current debris
           orbit does not overlap with your
           trajectory. We'll keep you posted on
           any developments.
                         
          Ryan glances at Matt.
                         
                          RYAN
           Should we be worried?
                         
                          MATT
           Let the boys down there worry for us.
                         
                          RYAN
           Explorer, engage arm and pivot to
           cargo bay.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           Standby for arm maneuver.
                         
          The robotic arm moves very slowly, pulling Ryan along while Matt
          begins to unharness from the telescope to shift his position.
                         
                          MATT
           So doc, now that you work for NASA,
           how do you like it?
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Kinda like winning the lottery, isn't
           it?
                         
          She grins at the memory, glances at him. Confesses:
                          RYAN
           I was just happy that they didn't cut
           the funding to my research.
                         
                          MATT
           How long was your training?
                         
                          RYAN
           Six months.
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Including holidays?
                         
                          MATT
           So, what is this scanning system?
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Nothing rad, it's just a new set of
           eyes to scan the universe.
                         
                          RYAN
           Assuming it works, it's just for
           hospital use. This one is a prototype.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
           Standby for marking.
                         
                          MATT
           Listen, they don't bankroll
           prototypes, even for your pretty blue
           eyes.
                         
          She gives him a look.
                         
                          RYAN
           My eyes are brown.
                         
          Matt stares at her, a faint smile on his face.
                         
                          MATT
           Right now your eyes are blood shut.
                         
          She grins, looks away -- he got her. Then...
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Kowalsky!
                         
          Matt turns. Shariff raises his arms again.
                         
                          SHARIFF (CONT'D)
           Is this great or what?!
          Shariff JUMPS and FLOATS AWAY from the Shuttle, screaming and
          flapping his arms. A long SAFETY TETHER attached to his waist
                         TENSES AND-
                         
          Brings Shariff to an ABRUPT STOP, snapping him back like a
          bungee cord.
                         
                          MATT
           (for Ryan's benefit)
           And to think he went to Harvard.
                         
          Ryan doesn't react to this, too consumed as she is with the
          panel. Matt looks out. A sad smile is on his face.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           You gotta admit one thing. You can't
           beat the view....
                         
          MATT ENJOYS THE VIEW
                         
          THE EARTH, with its ever-changing surface of blues and whites,
          greens and browns, is massive and serene below him.
                         
                          RYAN
           Mm-hm.
                         
                          MATT
           "Mmm?" So what do you like about being
           up here?
                         
          She hesitates -- trying sincerely to articulate her feelings as
          we GAZE down at the silent planet below.
                         
                          RYAN
           The silence.
                          (BEAT)
           I could get used to it.
                         
          Matt laughs softly.
                         
          We arrive back on him as he turns back to look at Earth.
          Something flickers briefly in Matt's eyes-- something
                         COMPLICATED--
                         
                          MATT
           Hmmmm. Terrific.
                         
          Ryan inspects a panel inside the telescope, studying it with a
          small mirror.
                         
                          RYAN
           Houston, from first inspection comms
           panel appears to be dead. Am I a go
           to cut link to auxiliary?
                          MISSION CONTROL
           You're the expert, doctor. It's your
           call.
                         
          Ryan takes out the small mirror and Matt stretches his arm,
          offering assistance, but-
                         
          She does not want any help and puts the mirror away in her
          toolbox, leaving Matt with his arm outstretched.
                         
          Ryan starts looking for another tool, but Matt is one move ahead
          of her, offering her a pair of tweezers.
                         
          Ryan hesitates and takes the tool. She starts working on the
          panel.
                         
                          MATT
           Houston, I have a bad feeling about
           this mission.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Please elaborate.
                         
                          MATT
           It's the same feeling I had at Mardi
           Gras in 1987...?
                         
          He waits, letting the moment hang knowingly. Then:
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           That is affirmative. Surprisingly,
           control hasn't heard the Mardi Gras
           story. Please proceed.
                         
                          MATT
           Well, it's day one and I'm bumping my
           way down Bourbon Street looking for
           the sister of a friend of mine. The
           streets are swimming with people, I'm
           thinking there's no way I'm finding
           this girl...
                         
          Ryan rolls her eyes and mumbles to herself-
                         
                          RYAN
           Proceeding to over ride.
                         
          Matt continues his story without missing a beat-
                         
                          MATT
           Then all of a sudden I look up and --
           there she is.
                          (MORE)
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           I am about to yell out when I notice
           she's holding hands with a short hairy
           guy in board shorts and a
           Margaritaville T-shirt. Then I
           realize, the guy's no guy. My sister's
           friend is holding hands with a--
                         
          Mission Control interrupts on the radio.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           ISS, this is Houston.
                         
           SPACE STATION CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           Zlotze Houston.
                         
          Ryan inserts the plate into the Hubble.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Explorer, this is Houston.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           Go ahead Houston.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Mission abort. Repeat: mission abort.
           Initiate emergency disconnect from
           Hubble.
                         
          All the astronauts stop what they're doing and anxiously await
          further instructions, except for Ryan who keeps working.
                         
           MISSION CONTROL (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           Begin re-entry procedure. Start
           Deorbit Prep for PLS at Kennedy. ISS,
           initiate emergency evacuation.
                         
          Matt is immediately flung into action and rapidly unharnesses
          himself from the Hubble.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           Copy all Houston, and in work.
           Matt, immediate return to Explorer.
           Repeat, immediate return to Explorer.
                         
                          MATT
           Roger. Explorer, prep airlock!
                          EXPLORER CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           Airlock engaged--ready to receive.
                         
          Ryan is working on the panel.
                         
                          MATT
           Houston. Elaborate.
                         
                         
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
                          (ON RADIO)
           Debris from the impact has caused a
           chain reaction, hitting other
           satellites in its path and creating
           new debris. Norad reports that orbital
           and ballistic effects are driving the
           cloud of debris up toward your
           altitude. How copy?
                         
                          MATT
           Copy all Houston.
                          (TO RYAN)
           Put a bow on it Dr. Stone.
                         
                          RYAN
           I can't. If I turn it off now we'll
           lose the whole system.
                         
          She keeps on furiously tweaking.
                         
                          MATT
           I'm not going to ask you again.
                         
                          RYAN
                          ONE SECOND--
                         
                          MATT
           Not one second. Now! Shut it down!
           THAT'S AN ORDER!!!
                         
          She looks up, sees Matt glaring. Looks him in the eye.
                         
                          RYAN
           Sorry. I'm sorry. It's done.
                         
          The ROBOTIC ARM slowly withdraws, carrying Ryan back towards the
          Shuttle.
                         
          Matt watches her go, then:
                          EXPLORER CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           Kowalsky, initiate emergency
           disconnect from the Hubble.
                         
                          MATT
           Alright Shariff, let's do this.
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Roger.
                         
          Shariff turns and heads toward the base of the telescope holding
          onto the hangar's handrails.
                         
                          MATT
           Houston. Update.
                         
          Matt PROPELS himself to the base of the Hubble using the
          propelling unit on his back.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           We have a full on chain reaction. It's
           been confirmed that it is the
           unintentional side effect of the
           Russians striking one of their own
           satellites.
                         
          Shariff arrives to the base of the telescope.
                         
                          SHARIFF
           They shot down their own satellite?
                         
                          MATT
           Right of disposal. Most likely a spy
           sat gone bad. Now it's space junk.
                         
          Matt grabs onto the base of the telescope-
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Explorer, ready to disengage HST.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           Locks releasing in three... two...
           one...
                         
          The locks attaching the Hubble to the Explorer release. Matt and
          Shariff give the Hubble a push away from the hangar. Pushing the
          huge telescope is not a difficult task in zero gravity.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Explorer, new data coming through.
                         
          As it floats away, Matt gives the telescope a small spin.
                          MATT
           What's the blowback, Houston?
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           It's not good. Most of our systems are
           going down. Debris chain reaction is
           out of control and rapidly expanding.
           Multiple sats are now down and they
           keep on falling.
                         
          Matt eyes the arm as it slowly retracts, carrying Ryan back.
                         
                          MATT
           Define "multiple" sats.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Most of them. Telecomunications
           systems are gone. Expect a
           communication blackout at any moment.
                         
                          RYAN
           Kowalsky, visual of debris at nine
           o'clock.
                         
          Matt's eyes shift, watching a LARGE OBJECT, a piece of a BSE
          SATELLITE, spiral toward them.
                         
                          MATT
           Half of North America just lost their
           Facebook.
                         
          The sat glides by at tremendous speed.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           You're a go for TH1138. Repeat You're
           a go for TH1138 procedure.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
           Copy that Houston.
                         
                          MATT
           Explorer, this is Kowalsky. Confirming
           visual contact with debris. Debris is
           from a BSE sat. To repeat--
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Heads up!
                         
                          MATT
           To repeat I have-
                         
          ANOTHER OBJECT, part of a WEATHER SATELLITE, hurls by them, a
          little bit closer than the previous one.
                          RYAN
           Dr. Stone requesting faster, faster
           transport.
                         
          It is followed by a SMALL PIECE OF DEBRIS. It zooms by faster
          than the previous ones and hits the BSE SATELLITE.
                         
          The satellite EXPLODES into hundreds of pieces and-
                         
          A CHAIN REACTION takes place.
                         
                          MATT
           We have to go. Go, go! Go!
                         
          The DEBRIS from the BSE satellite hits the WEATHER SATELLITE,
          and it EXPLODES, sending debris in all directions.
                         
                          MISSION CONTROL
           Attention. New data suggests immediate
           evacuation absolu...
                         
          A high frequency of interference and-
                         
          THE COMMUNICATION IS LOST.
                         
          THE ARM transporting Ryan is moving very slowly.
                         
                          RYAN
           Dr. Stone requesting faster transport
           to the bay area. Explorer get me down.
                         
                          MATT
           Explorer permission to retrieve Dr.
           Stone.
                         
                          EXPLORER CAP
                          (ON RADIO)
           You are a go, Kowalsky.
                         
          Matt thrusts himself over to Ryan.
                         
           EXPLORER CAP (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           Houston, this is Explorer. Copy?
                         
          But there's no answer.
                         
           EXPLORER CAP (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           Houston, this is Explorer. Copy?
                         
          Still no answer.
           EXPLORER CAP (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           We lost Houston!
                         
          Matt stops next to Ryan.
                         
                          MATT
           Unstrap! You can't tune out the world
           up here.
                         
          She reaches for the last clip and begins to undo it.
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm trying...
                         
                          MATT
           Try releasing the safety clip.
                         
          Shariff makes his way back toward the airlock as-
                         
          A PIECE of the debris HITS the Hubble's SOLAR PANELS, making a
          12-inch HOLE in its golden surface.
                         
          A piece of debris passes, nearly hitting them.
                         
                          SHARIFF
           Need some help there Matt?
                         
                          MATT
           No, don't wait for us. Get inside.
                         
                          RYAN
           It's stuck!
                         
          Further back, another piece of debris collides with a bigger
          one. The two chunks of debris explode into a million pieces of
          shrapnel, one of which-
                         
          HITS Shariff's helmet, breaking through the glass and hitting
          his head like an expansive bullet.
                         
                          MATT
           Man down! Man down!
                         
          Matt PROPELS himself toward Shariff, who is floating away from
          the Shuttle unconscious.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
                          (TO RYAN)
           Disengage!!!
                         
          AN IMPACT.
          A piece of debris pierces through the right wing of the Space
          Shuttle, creating a five-foot hole.
                         
          THE SPACE SHUTTLE ROLLS.
                         
          The arm, with Ryan attached to it, rolls with the Shuttle.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Explorer has been hit. Explorer do you
           read? Explorer, over. Explorer--
                         
          Another IMPACT.
                         
          A piece of debris HITS the robotic arm like a cannon ball and
          DETACHES it from the Shuttle.
                         
          The broken piece of the arm SPINS AWAY from the Explorer at a
          great speed with Ryan attached to it. She passes next to-
                         
          THE HUBBLE as a big piece of debris hits the telescope. The top
          of the cylinder explodes into more debris, which is expelled in
          all directions, barely missing Ryan as she spins away attached
          to the arm.
                         
          ON THE ARM-
                         
          Ryan's panic grows as she spins further into the nothingness of
          space.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Astronaut off structure! Dr. Stone is
           off structure!
                         
          With every spin, the shuttle, being punished by debris,
          diminishes into a tiny dot in the distance.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           Dr. Stone, detach!
                         
                          RYAN
           Nooooo!
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           You must detach!
                         
                          RYAN
           No.
                         
                          MATT
           If you don't detach that arm is going
           to carry you too far!
                          RYAN
                          (FROZEN)
           I can't!
                         
                          MATT
           (a brief beat, then)
           Listen to my voice. You need to focus.
           I'm losing visual of you. In a few
           seconds I won't be able to track you.
                         
                          RYAN
           (She pulls herself together)
           Ok. Ok.
                         
                          MATT
           You need to detach. I can't see you
           anymore.
                         
          The robotic arm keeps on spinning and stars orbit wildly in her
          field of vision.
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm trying. I'm trying.
                         
                          MATT
           Do it. Now!
                         
                          RYAN
           Ok. I'm trying! I can't it's stuck,
           Hold on.
                         
          Ryan's hands are trembling and she can't get a grip on the hook.
                         
                          MATT
           Houston, I've lost visual of Dr.
           Stone... Houston, I've lost visual of
           Dr. Stone.
                         
          As Matt's VOICE is LOST to STATIC, Ryan squeezes the hook and
          is...
                         
          ...gone, kicking herself AWAY from the robotic arm and FLYING
          FREE of the rotating arm. She catches a brief glimpse of the arm
          as it helicopters away, then loses sight of it as she rotates
          end over end in endless free fall.
                         
          A PRIMAL SCREAM of God forsaken fear erupts from her lungs.
                         
          The RADIO CRACKLES and Matt's VOICE returns.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Dr. Stone! Do you copy?! Repeat! Do
           you copy?
                          RYAN
           Yes. Yes. I copy. I'm detached!
                         
          Ryan slowly spins, drifting into the empty darkness of space.
                         
                          MATT
           ...Give me your position!
                         
                          RYAN
           I don't know. I don't know! I'm
           spinning. I can't. I can't.
                         
                          MATT
           Report your position.
                         
          Tumbling end over end, Ryan fixes her gaze on her wrist. The
          effort makes her nauseous. She looks away.
                         
                          RYAN
           GPS is...down. I can't, it's down, I
           can't.
                         
                          MATT
           Give me a visual.
                         
          Matt's faint voice is heard on the transmission under a lot of
          static. Ryan is panicking and begins to hyperventilate. Her eyes
          rake the dark sameness of her surroundings.
                         
                          RYAN
           I told you! Nothing. I see nothing!
                         
                          MATT
           Do you have a visual of Explorer?
                         
                          RYAN
                          NO--
                         
                          MATT
           Do you have a visual of ISS?
                         
                          RYAN
                          NO--
                         
          As Matt's signal grows fainter her breathing becomes more
          labored.
                         
                          MATT
           I need you to focus. Give me a
           visual... anything.
                         
          Ryan's eyes flutter, then roll up into her sockets...
                          RYAN
           It's too fast.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          Ryan swallows harshly, her throat suddenly dry.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I can't breathe. I can't...breathe...
                         
          She inhales and exhales with quick short breaths-
                         
          AHHHH... OHHHH
                         
          AHHHH... OHHHH
                         
          Ryan's eyes are wide open and desperate as her breathing
          accelerates.
                         
          AHH... OHH... AHH... OHH
                         
          AHH... OHH... AHH... OHH
                         
          Her limbs look fragile against the black and incalculable void.
                         
          AHH... OHH... AHH... OHH
                         
          She inhales.
                         
          AHH...
                         
          And her throat closes.
                         
          HH...
                         
          Her mouth is open, but she cannot exhale.
                         
          Not a breath.
                         
          Ryan's choking. The lack of oxygen is making her veins pop out
          and her lips turn blue.
                         
          Her eyes open wide, and-
                         
          She exhales.
                         
          OHH...
                         
          And begins breathing deeply.
                         
          AHHHHHH... OHHHHHH....
                         
          As her breathing steadies, she begins to focus, her eyes
          searching the distance.
          THROUGH THE HELMET-
                         
          Ryan can see her face reflected against the visor, lit by the
          control panels.
                         
          She dims the light and she can see-
                         
          Her legs and arms floating against endless space as she drifts
          towards the empty void, broken only by lonesome stars whose
          position change as she rotates, giving way to-
                         
          THE EARTH,
                         
          Very still and very distant. Night is creeping across the sphere
          as the sun sets, a sliver of light on the Western Hemisphere.
                         
          A metallic object floating over the Earth is hit by a RAY of the
          sinking sun, and it gleams like a tiny star. Her eyes blink in
          recognition, gleaming with alertness.
                         
          Her intellect engages and she gains a new sense of calm.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Houston, this is Dr. Ryan Stone.. I'm
           drifting but I have a visual of
           Explorer.
                         
          Her eyes scan the enveloping darkness, trying to get a fix on
          the gleaming orb that is earth, her face alive with
          concentration as she makes calculations.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           With North at 12 o'clock, the Shuttle
           is at the center of the dial.
                         
          She frowns as she tumbles backward again, recalculating.
                         
          The sun is slipping behind the Earth. She studies the rim of
          fire until it too slides from view.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I can see the Chinese station. No, no,
           no, it's the International Space
           Station.
                         
          The sun's glow illuminates another object in the distance, a
          bright spec hovering over the horizon- the INTERNATIONAL SPACE
          STATION.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           ISS is at 6, no, 7 o'clock.
                         
          Just then, the sun's rays recede and the Station DIMS, becoming
          one with the darkness. Ryan blinks, mildly alarmed.
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Lieutenant Kowalsky, do you copy?
                         
          Silence.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Explorer, do you copy?
                         
          Silence.
                         
          Slowly, the sun recedes further behind the earth and the light
          bathing Ryan's face evaporates. As she is swallowed by the
          darkness, she speaks once again:
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Houston, do you copy?
                         
          THE WHOLE FACE OF THE EARTH IS IN SHADOW.
                         
          And so is Ryan. Her eyes dart. It is utterly silent. She spins
          in the darkness, waiting.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Houston, this is Mission Specialist
           Ryan Stone. I'm off structure and I'm
           drifting.
                         
          There is only the silence, complete and absolute.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Do you copy?
                         
          Nothing. She watches the earth slip from view yet again.
                         
          When next she speaks, the words are as delicate as snowflakes,
          tripping off her tongue like a prayer...
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Anybody...? Anyone...? Please copy.
                         
          A soothing light hits Ryan's face.
                         
          THE MOON is rising over the Pacific Ocean.
                         
          It's almost full and its soft cool light pours over the globe,
          brightening the deep blue waters and-
                         
          IN THE DISTANCE -
                         
          A LIGHT, not bigger than a star, is FLICKERING.
          Ryan's eyes focus on the light. Her PUPILS DILATE. Something
          like tears glistens as she stares at the flickering light,
          afraid to blink as she watches the...
                         
          ...star draw closer, smiling as the faintest thread of a radio
          transmission stitches its way through the silence, listening as
          STATIC SINGS through her helmet, stinging her ears with the
          sound of...
                         
          Her name.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           ... Stone. Do you copy?
                         
                          RYAN
           (almost to herself)
           Lieutenant Kowalsky?...
                         
          The flickering star begins to thicken...
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           Repeat. Do you copy?
                         
                          RYAN
           YES! YES! I copy! I'm here!
                         
          As she watches the figure of an astronaut takes shape.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           Flash your light.
                         
                          RYAN
           My light?
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           So I can see you.
                         
                          RYAN
           Here! Here!
                         
          Ryan opens a pouch in her suit, fishes out a FLASHLIGHT. Hands
          trembling she shines it toward the approaching dot.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           There you are. Hang tight. Report
           your status.
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm... I'm alright... I'm fine.
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           Your status! Give me your readings?
                         
                          RYAN
           3.6 psi, I think.
                         
                          MATT
           Your O2. Give me your O2.
                         
                          RYAN
           Steady at eight percent...no seven...
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           You're breathing too fast. You're
           burning oxygen. We don't want to do
           that. We want to relax. Copy.
                         
                          RYAN
           Copy.
                         
                          MATT
           Nearly there.
                         
                          RYAN
           Please hurry.
                         
          Ryan can see Matt quickly growing in size. She continues to
          FLASH HER LIGHT.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           You can holster that torch, Dr. Stone.
                         
                          RYAN
           Oh. Sorry.
                         
          She slips the light back into her side pouch just as Matt
          appears as if from nowhere and GRABS HER.
                         
                          MATT
           Gotcha.
                         
                          RYAN
           Arghh!
                         
          Ryan holds on to Matt. Instantly, they begin to spin together.
          Matt takes out a tether.
                         
                          MATT
           Now, I'm going to tether you to me.
          Ryan is paralyzed, holding onto Matt tightly and looking at him
          in fright. He stares back.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           I know. You never realized how
           devastatingly good-looking I am.
                         
          Matt grins.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           But I need you to stop staring and
           help me with the tether. Okay?
                         
                          RYAN
           Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay, Ohh I got it.
                         
          He runs the other end of the tether to the harness on Ryan's
          suit and attaches it.
                         
                          MATT
           Ok. So far so good. Now listen. I'm
           going to give you a little push, just
           so you're clear of the jets--
                         
                          RYAN
                          NO--
                         
                          MATT
           Sorry. Not a push, more like a nudge.
                         
                          RYAN
           No... No... No... Wait... Don't.
                         
          Matt places his hand on her breastplate and gives her a gentle
          nudge. Drifting again she begins to freak.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Nooooooo!!!! Dammit!!!
                         
          The tether tenses and she stops nine feet away from Matt.
                         
          Matt ignites the thrusters, tugging Ryan behind him. But this
          proves a difficult endeavor as her momentum drags him, changing
          his direction.
                         
                          MATT
           See? Where you go, I go.
                         
          Matt ignites a new thrust to re-direct his position. As he does
          so Ryan's change of momentum makes him swing again.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Better. Let's get out of here.
          Using his thrusters, Matt negotiates a new position and,
          igniting a long thrust, he jets away.
                         
          Ryan cannot repress the anger boiling up, and SHE SCREAMS-
                         
                          RYAN
           Ahh Dammit!
                         
                          MATT
           I know what you mean.
                         
                          RYAN
           Ahhh Dammit.
                         
                          MATT
           You're burning oxygen, we're going to
           go back to the shuttle. How's that for
           a plan. Copy?
                         
                          RYAN
                          FUCK
                         
                          MATT
           Right copy that.
                         
          As Matt accelerates toward a lower orbit, his momentum takes
          over, steadying Ryan's swing.
                         
           MATT (CONT"D) (CONT'D)
           Houston in the blind, this is
           Kowalsky. Dr Stone and I are making
           our way to base, please prepare
           Airlock for arrival. Copy?
                         
          They descend, gliding through pieces of debris. Among the space
          junk, a Solar Panel from the Hubble is distinguished.
                         
          Matt eyes a small dot in the distance: the Shuttle.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Houston this is Kowalsky. How do you
           copy?
                         
                          RYAN
           Why aren't they answering?
                         
                          MATT
           It seems like communications are lost.
                         
                          RYAN
           Can they hear us on an alternate
           frequency?
                          MATT
           We don't know. That's why we keep
           talking. If someone is listening they
           might just save your life. Set your
           watch for ninety minutes.
                         
          Matt reaches for a digital watch strapped to his wrist and sets
          up the timer for- 90 MINUTES.
                         
                          RYAN
           Why ninety?
                         
                          MATT
           Houston clocked that debris at fifty
           thousand miles per hour. Factoring in
           our current orbit, I reckon we've got
           90 minutes before we play duck and
           cover again.
                         
          Ryan sets her watch, studies the counter as it begins to count
          down.
                         
                          RYAN
           02 down to six percent.
                         
                         
          As they travel, the Shuttle begins to take form.
                         
                          MATT
           Okay. Pretty scary shit being
           untethered up here, isn't it?
                         
                          RYAN
           Yeah. Pretty scary shit.
                         
                          MATT
           (after a beat)
           You did all right.
                         
          Silence.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           (to the Shuttle)
           Houston, in the blind. This is
           Kowalsky. Our current location is
           approximately 900 meters out from the
           Explorer. Dr. Stone and I would like
           to retrieve the body of Mission
           Specialist Shariff and return it to
           Shuttle. Am I a go to retrieve?
                         
                         
          Silence.
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Roger that.
                         
          Matt changes direction and approaches Shariff. He has to ignite
          several small thrusts to try and steady his direction, fighting
          against Ryan's momentum.
                         
                          RYAN
           Where is he? Where is he?
                         
          Shariff's body is tethered to a PANEL that was ripped away from
          the Explorer. Matt approaches the panel and ignites the
          thrusters to slow down his course, and-
                         
          He grabs onto it. Ryan, continuing her momentum, crashes against
          Shariff's body. The contact slows her trajectory, but it throws
          Shariff away, his tether tensing, pulling the panel with him.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
                         
          Matt, holding on to the metal, spins with it. He detaches
          Shariff's tether from the panel and attaches it to himself.
                         
          He lets the panel go and immediately ignites his thruster,
          pulling the two tethers behind him which, as they tense, bring
          Ryan and Shariff closer together.
                         
                          MATT
           Grab him!
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm trying. I'm trying.
                         
                          MATT
           Quick. You're pulling me away.
                         
                          RYAN
           I got him. I got him.
                         
          Matt tries to ignite a very long thrust in the direction of the
          Shuttle, but this is difficult as the momentum of the other two
          bodies pulls him in all directions.
                         
                          MATT
           Clutch him like he's your Valentine. I
           can't gauge my thrust with you two yo-
           yoing around.
                         
          Tentatively Ryan extends her right hand to grab onto Shariff's
          body harness. And she sees-
                         
          Shariff's broken helmet. A hole the size of a soft ball pierces
          through it and has left a tunnel of frozen dried bloody mess.
          Ryan's face is inscrutable. Finally she looks away, but this
          time something arrests her gaze:
                         
          A LAMINATED PHOTOGRAPH floats next to Shariff, tethered to his
          suit via a small chain. In it, a YOUNG BOY LAUGHS with abandon,
          happy in the embrace of a man unseen save for his TWO STRONG
          ARMS. Transfixed, Ryan is unable to look away, something
          complicated confusing her eyes.
                         
          The photograph floats in the empty space above Planet Earth.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          As they approach, the damage to the Shuttle becomes apparent.
          Explorer has been badly hit.
                         
                          MATT
           (under his breath)
           Jesus...
                         
          The Shuttle has suffered devastating damage. The tail is beyond
          repair, one wing is completely destroyed, while the other
          waffles weakly, nearly sheared from the fuselage.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
                          (GRIMLY)
           Here's hoping you've got one monster
           insurance policy, Houston. Damages to
           Explorer are... it's totaled. Will
           commence search for survivors.
                         
                          RYAN
           02 down to five percent.
                         
          Matt thrusts to slow down his trajectory and slowly bumps
          against the windshield of the COCKPIT.
                         
          At the mercy of Matt's momentum, Ryan hits hard against the nose
          of the Shuttle, losing her grip on Shariff.
                         
          As she caroms off, she grabs onto what is left of the cockpit's
          window.
                         
                          MATT
           All right, here we go. Careful of the
           edges.
                         
          Matt takes his flashlight and looks through the broken windows,
          lighting the cockpit.
                         
          Ryan pulls herself up and looks-
                         
          THROUGH THE WINDOW-
          The cabin has been destroyed. A disarray of objects, smashed and
          devastated.
                         
          At the end of the cabin, among the floating objects, a lifeless
          body drifts among the wreckage. Ryan regards it silently,
          mesmerized.
                         
          BANG.
                         
          The face of a second astronaut appears right in front of Ryan
          and crashes against her visor.
                         
          The eyes are frozen, unblinking. Ryan GASPS, wheeling backward
          and away.
                         
          Matt clicks Shariff's harness onto the Shuttle.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Houston, in the blind. To confirm.
           Mission Specialist Dr. Stone and
           myself, Mission Commander Matthew
           Kowalsky, are the sole survivors of
           STS-157.
                         
          Matt turns to Ryan, who is staring at the dead astronauts
          inside.
                         
                          RYAN
           I apologize for not complying. I
           should've stopped working as soon as
           you instructed me to.
                         
                          MATT
           We were going to be hit no matter
           what. There was nothing you could've
           done to change that.
                         
          He begins to reach out, hesitates briefly, then lightly touches
          her shoulder.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Hey.
                         
                          RYAN
           Yes?
                         
          She turns, no elbows this time.
                         
                          MATT
           Alright... We have to get ourselves to
           the Space Station. There.
                         
          Matt gestures vaguely to a bright dot in distance.
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           It's a bit of a hike, but it's our
           only...
                          (CATCHING HIMSELF)
           It's our best option. Agreed?
                         
          She stares at the dot.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Dr. Stone...
           (as she turns)
           Agreed?
                         
          She studies his face and then, finally, nods.
                         
                          RYAN
           Agreed.
                         
                          MATT
           Alright. After you.
                         
          He gently pushes her into space. She slowly drifts away from the
          Explorer but is suddenly stopped by the safety tether.
                         
          Matt ignites his propellers and, giving a couple of small
          thrusts, he combats Ryan's swing. And with a LONGER THRUST-
                         
          He shoots forward, pulling Ryan behind him.
                         
          The two astronauts push forward together, leaving behind the
          shell of the Shuttle and the remains of the Hubble.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Houston in the blind, this is
           Kowalsky. Dr. Stone and I have
           determined to proceed to ISS and use
           one of their Soyuz for re-entry. ISS
           if copy, please send rescue mission.
           Repeat please dispatch rescue mission.
                         
          They are heading toward a small point in the distance, the Space
          Station, which is in a lower orbit.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 550 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          We see the two astronauts crossing the distance - a thrust, and
          they coast ahead, and then another thrust. Matt pulls Ryan
          behind him.
                         
          Two specks glide across the dark sky as a sliver of light grows
          on the darkened hemisphere.
                         
          THE SUN IS RISING.
          WATCHING THE SUNRISE
                         
          THE SUN looks brighter and clearer than ever outside of Earth's
          atmosphere. The oceans and the continents brighten as its light
          spills over the Earth beneath them.
                         
          Warm rays of sun caress the two astronauts as they propel
          themselves across the empty expanse.
                         
                          RYAN
           02 down to two percent.
                         
                          MATT
           We're getting there.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Beautiful, don't you think?
                         
                          RYAN
           What?
                         
                          MATT
           The sunrise. That's what I'm going to
           miss the most.
                         
          But Ryan is not into the view right now. She's stricken with
          fear. Her jaw is clenched and her eyes are almost closed.
                         
          Matt looks at the dark emptiness that engulfs him and smiles.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           So, where's home, Dr. Stone?
                         
          Ryan keeps her eyes closed, doesn't answer. Matt, trying to
                         DISTRACT HER-
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Ryan. Where's home?
                         
          Ryan opens her eyes, but still she doesn't dare to look out of
          the helmet.
                         
                          RYAN
           Home?
                         
                          MATT
           Ah ha. Down there. Mother Earth. Where
           do you pitch your tent?
                         
                          RYAN
           Lake Zurich.
                         
                          MATT
           Where the hell is that?
                          RYAN
           Illinois.
                         
                          MATT
           Illinois. Central time zone. That
           makes it roughly... 8pm right now.
           What are the good people of Lake
           Zurich doing at 8 o'clock in the
           evening?
                         
          Ryan tries to overcome her fear and looks out. She frowns,
          terrified by the sight, and hides her face once more inside the
          helmet.
                         
                          RYAN
           I don't know...
                         
                          MATT
           What would you be doing?
                         
          She tries again. This time she forces herself and stares out at
          the Earth, which is over 500 kilometers below her.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Come on. It's 8 o'clock. You've just
           clocked out of the hospital after
           putting in your customary 18-hour
           shift. You're driving home...
                         
          Ryan's wide open eyes are transfixed on Earth, like a deer in
          headlights.
                         
                          RYAN
           The radio. I listen to the radio...
                         
                          MATT
           There we go. Let me guess. NPR?
           Classical. Top for--
                         
                          RYAN
           Anything. Doesn't matter. As long as
           they don't talk. I just drive...
                         
          Her glassy eyes reveal a strong emotion growing inside of her,
          taking over her body. It is not fear, it is something deeper and
          more painful.
                         
          Matt studies her curiously.
                         
                          MATT
           What do you miss down there?
                         
          Ryan looks at the Earth. It never felt so far away.
          A long silence without an answer.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Is there a Mr. Stone?
                         
          She frowns, unable to comprehend this initially, as if it were a
          particularly complicated bit of math, then shakes her head.
                         
                          RYAN
           No...
                         
                          MATT
           Nobody special? Someone down there,
           looking up, thinking of you?
                         
          Ryan closes her eyes. She remains silent. A silence that can't
          hide an unspeakable pain.
                         
                          RYAN
           I had a daughter.
                         
          Her eyes flutter, then open. She is frozen in this moment, as if
          stunned.
                         
          Her gaze shifts and finds-
                         
          Matt, studying her in his MIRROR.
                         
                          MATT
           What was her name?
                         
                          RYAN
           Sarah... She was four. Stupidest thing-
           a school trip to the swimming pool.
           She was playing tag- she slipped, hit
           her head, and that was it... She loved
           tag. I'm sure she was laughing.
                         
          She looks away, toward Earth. It looks small. Remote.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           When I received the call I was driving
           and ever since that's what I do. I
           wake up, I go to work and then I just
           drive.
                         
          Matt finally averts his eyes. He rolls his wrist over, consults
          the timer, watching the numbers slowly count down.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           02 down to one percent.
                          MATT
           Well, well, what d'you know. I have
           good news and bad news.
                         
                          RYAN
           Uhuh?
                         
                          MATT
           The good news is we're five minutes
           from the ISS and I know where
           the Russians stash their vodka... and
           that's a good thing cus I'm running
           out of fumes. Bad news is I'm gonna be
           ten minutes short of......breaking
           Anatoly's record.
                         
                         
          SUDDENLY, COMING FROM INSIDE RYAN'S HELMET-
                         
          BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
                         
                          RYAN
           Mmm...Mmmm.
                         
                          MATT
           What?
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm red lining... My O2 tank pressure
           is low...
                         
                          MATT
           The tank may be empty but there's
           still oxygen in your suit, so sip,
           Ryan. Don't gulp. It's wine, not beer.
           Sip. We'll get you there.
                         
          She nods.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Let's go.
                         
          Matt gives Ryan a gentle push, waiting until the tether goes
          taut, and-
                         
          He gives a SMALL THRUST to position himself in the right
          direction.
                         
          He holds this SINGLE THRUST for longer than all of the previous
          ones, immediately gaining speed, descending towards-
                         
          THE SPACE STATION-
          Which is half a mile away, and now all of its modules are
          clearly visible. It also becomes clear that-
                         
          IT WAS HIT BY THE DEBRIS.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Houston in the blind we have visual of
           the ISS. Station must have been
           evacuated because first Soyuz is
           missing. Second Soyuz exhibits surface
           damage and chute has deployed. It's
           use as escape pod for re-entry to
           Earth is impossible.
                         
          The surface of a module is badly scratched and some solar panels
          have been ripped.
                         
          THE SECOND SOYUZ becomes visible, attached to the Station's
          Docking Module. A piece of red and white fabric floats around
          the spherical capsule.
                         
          Ryan's losing her breath.
                         
                          RYAN
           Shouldn't we be turning? We're
                          DRIFTING AGAIN--
                         
                          MATT
           Sip, Ryan. Sip. Drifting is good. We
           want to drift. I wasn't kidding about
           those fumes. This can has one or two
           good thrusts left. If we're lucky....
                         
          They approach the Space Station, which is just ahead of them and
          a hundred meters below.
                         
          She's sweating and starts to hyperventilate.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Steady...
                         
          She looks down, eyes the Station passing beneath them.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Ready... aim...
                         
          It looks as though the Station is going to slip away altogether.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           ...fire.
                         
          Matt triggers his THRUSTER, turning sharply. Ryan's trajectory
          carries her in a straight line, until the tether tenses,
          breaking Matt's direction.
          He fires again to counter her momentum.
                         
          A VERY LONG THRUST sends both of them in the right direction,
          straight down toward the Station, but at great speed.
                         
          The Station is getting very close, and they're going very fast.
                         
          Matt ignites the FRONTAL THRUSTER, which begins to slow him
          down, but the thrust stops.
                         
          Ryan, following her own momentum, begins to pass Matt.
                         
                          RYAN
           Break... You have to break.
                         
                          MATT
           I can't. Can's empty. We're coming in
           fast and we're going to hit hard. Grab
           onto anything you can and hold tight!
                         
          Just then Ryan CRASHES against the SOLAR PANEL, but is unable to
          grab hold. As she tumbles past, the body of the Station looms.
                         
          Matt misses the solar panels, and COLLIDES against the Station.
          As he begins to drift past, he reaches out and snares a railing.
                         
          Ryan passes flying above him. The tether tenses, pulling Matt.
          The momentum is to great and he LETS GO of the railing.
                         
          Ryan floats over the roof of the Space Station, trying to grab
          hold of the handles and rods that stick out of the modules, but
          she's floating too high.
                         
          She's quickly reaching the end of the Station, there is only one
          handle left ahead, her last chance before floating away into the
          black void.
                         
          She extends her arm and GRABS the handle tightly for dear life
                         AND-
                         
          SHE STOPS.
                         
          She's holding onto the handle.
                         
                          RYAN
           I got it. I got it.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          She looks up and sees-
                         
          Matt is floating straight toward her and-
          He COLLIDES against her. For a moment they are face to face,
          only the glass of their headgear separates their faces.
                         
          But she loses her grip on the handle and the impact projects her
          into the emptiness.
                         
          Her drifting is intercepted by a Solar Panel. She crashes
          against it, shattering it, as Matt rolls above it.
                         
          Ryan bounces down towards the Earth, tensing the tether, pulling
          Matt, making him descend over the other side of the panel.
                         
          The sharp edges of the broken panels cut the tether in two.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           The tether broke. I'm detached. I'm
           I'm detached.
                         
                          MATT
           Grab a hold. Grab anything.
                         
          Ryan is drifting away from the Station. She sees the infinite
          black void ahead of her and-
                         
          HER FOOT GETS STUCK IN THE PARACHUTE.
                         
          It becomes tangled in the strings and fabric, slowing her down.
                         
          Ryan is panting, her face covered in sweat. She turns back and
                         SEES-
                         
          Matt rolling, drifting in her direction.
                         
          She stretches out her arm.
                         
          Matt's arm is also outstretched.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
                          (AN EDGE)
           Give me... give me five here, Ryan.
                         
          He's trying to make light of it, but he's really struggling to
          reach her.
                         
          Ryan stretches farther.
                         
          Matt's hand comes closer to hers.
                         
          The tips of their fingers are almost touching.
                         
                          RYAN
           I've got you. I've got you--
                         
          The very tips of their fingers touch --
          BUT THEY MISS.
                         
          As Matt drifts past.
                         
                          MATT
           Shit... shit...
                         
                          RYAN
           No. No. No. Don't you. No. Don't you.
           Don't. Don't. NO
                         
          As the parachute tenses, she STOPS.
                         
          The tether attached to Matt's suit passes two feet away from her
                         AND-
                         
          Ryan grabs the tether. It slides through her closed fist, until-
                         
          Her grip tightens and the tether STOPS.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Gotcha!
                         
          Matt's momentum is now pulling Ryan, dragging her loose from the
          parachute.
                         
                          MATT
           You have to let me go.
                         
                          RYAN
           What? No--
                         
                          MATT
           You have to.
                         
                          RYAN
           No!
                         
                          MATT
           Those ropes are too loose,
           I'm pulling you with me. You have to
           let me go or we both die--
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm not letting you go! We're fine.
                         
          Her leg slides through the loose rope and she floats further
          out, being snagged at the last minute by a tether around her
          foot. (We move from high-angle to low angle two shot). As this
                         HAPPENS:
                         
                          MATT
           Ryan!
                          RYAN
           You're not going anywhere, you're not
                          GOING ANYWHERE--
                         
                          MATT
           It's not up to you.
                         
          Matt begins to unharness the tether.
                         
                          RYAN
           Please don't do this.
                         
          Matt has unhooked the tether and is holding it in his hand.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Please don't do this. Please don't do
           this.
                         
                          MATT
           You're going to make it Ryan.
                         
           RYAN (O.S.)
           No!
                         
          He opens his hand, letting go of the tether, and BEGINS TO FLOAT
          AWAY.
                         
          Relieved of Matt's pull, the parachute begins to retrieve,
          pulling Ryan closer to the Station.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I had you! I had you.
                         
          Matt drifts away from the Station into the empty space.
                         
          Ryan bumps against the station, pulled by the parachute, and she
          twists and turns before finally grabbing hold of a rail.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           Ryan do you copy? Do you copy?
                         
          An ALARM GOES OFF.
                         
                          RYAN
           My CO2 alarm went off. My CO2 alarm
           went off.
                         
                          MATT
           You need to board the station. Can you
           see the airlock?
                         
          She turns, looking for the Station's Airlock.
                          MAT
           Do you copy?
                         
           (P.O.V shot - beginning to blur)
                         
                          RYAN
           Yes. Yes. I see it. I see it.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           Good. That's where you want to go.
           You're losing focus, right?
                         
                          RYAN
           Yes.
                         
                          MATT
           That's because you're breathing CO2
           and you're losing consciousness. You
           need to board the Station.
                         
          Her eyes flutter...
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           Move!
                         
          Ryan blinks, TURNS OFF the ALARM, and begins climbing over a
          module of the Station.
                         
                          RYAN
           Ok.
                         
          The transmission becomes weaker, filled with STATIC.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           Now listen to me. That second Soyuz is
           too damaged for re-entry,
           but it's perfectly fine for a little
           Sunday drive.
                         
                          RYAN
           Sunday drive...?
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           Look to the west... You see that dot
           in the distance? That is the Chinese
           Station. You're going to take the
           Soyuz and cruise over there. The
           Chinese lifeboat is a Shenzou.
                          RYAN
           I've never flown a Shenzhou--
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           That doesn't matter. Its re-entry
           protocol is identical to the Soyuz's--
                         
                         
                         
          She nods, already looking.
                         
                          RYAN
           Ok.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           You've never flown a Soyuz either.
                         
                          RYAN
           Only on a simulator.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           So then you know.
                         
                          RYAN
           I crashed it. I--
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           It's a Simulator. That's what it's
           designed for.
                         
                          RYAN
           Every time. I crashed the Simulator
           every time.
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           It's not rocket science. Just point
           the damn thing at earth and
           by this time tomorrow you'll be back
           in Lake Zurich with one hell of a
           story to tell. You copy? Ryan. You
           copy?
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm going to take the Soyuz and come
           get you.
                         
                          MATT
           No you're not. . I have too much of a
           head start. That ship already sailed.
                          RYAN
           No. I'm coming to get you.
                         
                          MATT
           Ryan, you're going to have to learn to
           let go.
                         
                          RYAN
           But... I...
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           I want to hear you say you're going to
           make it.
                         
          Ryan is struggling for breath.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           Ryan! Say it!
                         
                          RYAN
           I'm... I'm going to make it.
                         
                          MATT
           Alright. Keep going
                         
          Ryan stares at Matt's tiny figure in the distance.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           What kind of name is Ryan for a girl?
                         
                          RYAN
           Dad wanted a boy.
                         
                          MATT
           Are you close to the airlock?
                         
                          RYAN
           Not yet.
                         
                          MATT
           Keep going.
                         
          Ryan continues to the Airlock.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           So, now that we have some distance
           between us- you're attracted to me,
           aren't you?
                         
                          RYAN
           What?
                          MATT
           Well, people say I have beautiful blue
           eyes.
                         
                          RYAN
           You... you have beautiful... you have
           beautiful blue eyes.
                         
                          MATT
           I have brown eyes... that hurts.
                         
          She looks at Matt's figure receding.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
                          (ON RADIO)
           You wanna know the good news?
                         
                          RYAN
           What?
                         
                          MATT
                          (ON RADIO)
           I'm going to break Anatoly's record,
           and I think mine's going to stand for
           a long, long time.
                         
                          RYAN
           No... I'm coming to get you.
                         
                          MATT
           You know, Ryan is a nice name for a
           girl. Wow, you should see the sun on
           the Ganges. It's amazing.
                         
                         
                         
          Ryan starts to respond, then falters, watching Matt's figure
          grow ever smaller.
                         
          THE SAD CROONING of HANK WILLIAMS crackles through the dying
          radio.
                         
                          RYAN
           (in a daze)
           Matt...
                         
          Only static hisses...
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Matt!
                         
          Static again as Matt falls deeper into the distance, becoming
          lost in a sea of white specks and-
          The transmission ends.
                         
                         
                         
                         SILENCE
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          Ryan is dizzy, sweating, and having trouble focusing. She sees
                         MATT-
                         
          Nothing more than a dot.
                         
          She stretches her hand toward him, as if trying to touch him
          with the tips of her fingers. But the dot has already vanished
          into never-ending darkness.
                         
          EVERYTHING IS BLURRED.
                         
          Ryan is about to lose consciousness, when-
                         
          A new ALARM GOES OFF.
                         
          She takes one deep breath as she opens her eyes widely.
                         
          If she doesn't move, she'll die.
                         
          Ryan pulls herself forward, reaching for a handle on the Soyuz.
          She grabs it and reaches for another, climbing her way toward
          the Station's airlock.
                         
          But she's losing focus.
                         
          As her right hand is reaching for a handle, everything becomes a
          blur, and she misses.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET -
                         
          Her brain is shutting down from lack of oxygen. She struggles to
          open her eyes and mumbles words that are unintelligible.
                         
          She reaches up again, almost blindly. Her hand grips the handle,
          and with one huge effort-
                         
          She sprints across the Docking Module, swinging from handle to
          handle, in one continual push, until she reaches the-
                         
          AIRLOCK.
                         
          She stops, takes one deep breath and-
                         
          She turns the latch and OPENS the re-entry hatch.
          The hatch BLOWS OPEN as the air inside the cabin escapes into
          the vacuum, almost throwing Ryan back into space, but she holds
          tightly onto the latch.
                         
          She hangs outside, trying to gasp the last breath of oxygen
          inside her life system. She sees her feet dangling against the
          emptiness of space and-
                         
          With one last effort, she pulls herself into the airlock.
                         
                         
          AIRLOCK MODULE. INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. 500 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          As she enters she does a 180-degree flip. As soon as her legs
          are in, she grabs onto the latch, and-
                         
          CLOSES THE HATCH.
                         
          She turns the latch and-
                         
          THE CABIN IS SEALED OFF.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          Ryan is suffocating. With very little oxygen and her body
          intoxicated by the nitrogen in her blood, her breathing is
          coarse and painful.
                         
          She can hardly keep her eyes open, and she pushes herself
          through the cabin, an empty cylinder lit by two circular mercury
          lights. She reaches the-
                         
          CONTROL PANEL, a small computer with a screen that monitors the
          atmospheric and temperature levels inside the airlock.
                         
          She presses a button on the panel and-
                         
          THE CABIN BEGINS TO PRESSURIZE.
                         
          A low hissing sound can be heard as the tanks in the Station
          begin pumping pure oxygen into the airlock. The control panel's
          monitor shows the atmospheric levels slowly rising.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          Ryan gasps for air, but there is none.
                         
          She stares at the red-orange-green graph on the control panel
          showing the atmospheric levels. It reads red. Her pupils begin
          to dilate as-
                         
          SOUND BEGINS TO SURFACE-
          In the vacuum of space there was nothing to carry sound waves,
          but now sound begins to travel through the oxygen that slowly
          fills the cabin.
                         
          The sounds are muffled, like the sounds of the outside world
          heard from within the womb.
                         
          A beeping sound intermittently penetrates the airlock, anxious
          and halting.
                         
          The Control System's graph slowly moves from red to orange. The
          cabin is still not fully pressurized.
                         
          But that will have to do.
                         
          With one sharp motion-
                         
          SHE TAKES OFF HER HELMET-
                         
          And pushes it from her head.
                         
          She gasps for air and coughs.
                         
          She contorts and shakes, fighting to breath in the thin
          atmosphere of the airlock. Her helmet bounces around the walls
          of the cabin, floating.
                         
          The beeping sound has become clearer and recognizable - it is an
          alarm ringing out across the Station.
                         
          Orange is turning to green. Her lungs begin to absorb the oxygen
          and her breath becomes more even. Her body floats, relaxed in
          the confined space of the airlock.
                         
          SHE FLOATS.
                         
          Ryan brings her hands together and removes one glove.
                         
          And then the other.
                         
          Desperately, she begins to unscrew the lock near her waist. She
          squirms under the suit and pushes off the upper half.
                         
          Then she throws off the lower half, squirming out of it as if
          shedding her old skin, desperate to free herself from the
          claustrophobia of the suit.
                         
          Wearing only underwear and a t-shirt, she floats in mid-air,
          relieved and exhausted. The hum of the Space Station surrounds
          her.
                         
          Then, slowly, she pulls her knees to her chest and enfolds them
          in her arms, floating in a fetal position.
          For a moment, Ryan simply hangs in suspension, a fly in amber,
          surrendering to the poetry of the planets, rotating slowly in
          the cabin's womb.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 500 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          SILENCE.
                         
          The International Space Station, with its modules, its torn
          solar panels, and the Soyuz with its parachute billowing out
          from its center, is dwarfed against Earth's orb and the infinite
          universe stretching out beyond.
                         
          The Station looks frail and secluded, lost somewhere between the
          grandness of the Heavens and the Earth below.
                         
          Everything is still.
                         
                         
          INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. ZVEZDA MODULE.
                         
          The module is like a wide corridor filled with cabinets, a small
          eating area and a small gym. A HUM reverberates across the
          station.
                         
          At the end of the module there is an open circular hatch leading
                         INTO THE-
                         
                         
          UNITY NODE 1.
                         
          A spherical space with three hatches, each leading into
          different modules.
                         
          A HATCH OPENS and-
                         
          Ryan floats in. She stops at the center and holds onto a handle.
                         
          She looks in all directions and launches to her right, towards
                         THE-
                         
                         
          ZARYA MODULE.
                         
          There are sleeping bags fastened to the walls. Clothes, shoes, a
          strip of three condoms -- all kinds of personal objects float in
          chaos around the module.
                         
          It's clear that someone left in a hurry.
                         
          Ryan passes a stationary bicycle and reaches for a metal cabinet
          on the wall.
          She OPENS drawers, looking for something.
                         
                          RYAN
           Come on, come on.
                         
          She finds what she's looking for: a BAG OF WATER with a straw at
          one end. She unscrews the top and begins to drink from it.
                         
          She DRINKS in long gulps, squeezing the bottle, trying to quench
          her thirst. DROPS FLOAT out of her mouth as the water overflows.
          They float around her face like perfect pearls of different
          sizes.
                         
          She takes a pause from drinking to catch her breath. The water
          is cooling her down, but she still takes another long, thirsty
          gulp and empties the bag.
                         
          She checks the count on the STOPWATCH- 14 minutes and counting
          down.
                         
          She takes a new bag of water from the drawer, and pushing
          herself off of a wall, she dives into the-
                         
          UNITY NODE 2-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           OK. Where are you? Where are you?
           Comms. Comms... There you are!
                         
          Without stopping, she goes through one of the open hatches into
                         THE-
                         
                         
          ZVEZDA MODULE.
                         
          The walls are filled with electrical equipment and wires.
          Without slowing down her momentum, she floats to the-
                         
          MAIN CONSOLE- A large deck which houses all of the communication
          and navigational systems.
                         
          On the opposite wall there is a LARGE PORTHOLE through which
          Earth is clearly seen.
                         
          She begins to PUSH BUTTONS.
                         
          COMPUTERS COME TO LIFE and Ryan puts on a communications
          headset.
                         
          STATIC CRACKLES.
                         
                          RYAN
           Matt. This is Ryan. Copy?
          She waits.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Matt. This is Ryan. Copy?
                         
          Nothing... only static.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Matt, I made it. I'm here. I'm inside
           the Station... Do you copy?
                         
          She drifts along the module, listening intently through the
          headset.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Come on Matt. Talk to me.
                          (NOTHING)
           Tell me where you are.
                          (NOTHING)
           Give me your position...
                         
          No voices. Just static.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Where are you? Give me a visual...
           tell me what you see.
                         
          Nothing.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Oh, come on. You've been yammering
           nonstop since we left Cape Canaveral,
           and now you decide to shut up?
                         
          She waits ONE SECOND, TWO SECONDS-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Come on Matt, talk to me!
                         
          The signal cuts in and out, but remains indecipherable. There is
          something unnerving about it.
                         
          She drops her head and continues drifting toward the porthole,
          listening as the STATIC SPUTTERS.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Say something... Anything.
                         
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Tell me about Mardi Gras. Tell me
           about the hairy guy. What happened?
          Waiting for him to respond, and in a softer voice, completely
                         RESIGNED-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Oh Matt. I'm not ready for this.
                         
          She bumps against the PORTHOLE, and glances out-
                         
          The Earth glimmers brightly. A third of the hemisphere is in
          complete darkness. Her FACE REFLECTED in the glass is
          SUPERIMPOSED over the EARTH.
                         
          Her eyes glisten briefly, but she fights it back. Then she pulls
          herself together, and begins reporting-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Houston in the blind.
                         
                         
          The way Matt would have done it-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           This is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone
           reporting from the ISS... All
           communication with Mission Commander
           Matthew Kowalsky has been lost. Radio
           transmission is absent. Visual is
           nonexistent.
                          (A BEAT)
           To confirm, I--Ryan Stone--am the sole
           survivor of STS-157.
                         
          Ryan hovers by the porthole, looking hopeless.
                         
          All is silent save for the RADIO static and the hum of the Space
          Station.
                         
          Outside the Aurora Borealis performs its ghostly dance over the
          Earth's Northern Hemisphere.
                         
          SILENCE. Only the hum and the static, when-
                         
          An ALARM CHIRPS, RED LIGHTS FLICKERING across the module.
                         
          Ryan twists, swimming back to the control panel, studying a
          FLASHING grid of LEDS:
                         
          GRAPH OF THE STATION-
                         
          ...where a blinking light indicates the Japanese Module IS ON
          FIRE.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           What now?
                         AND THEN-
                         
          The Destiny Lab begins blinking.
                         
          THE FIRE IS EXPANDING
                         
          She pushes herself toward the hatch, swimming through the few
          pieces of paper still hovering as she exits into the-
                         
                         
          UNITY NODE 1.
                         
          The ALARM'S STACCATO is blasting in synchrony with the emergency
          lights blinking across the station.
                         
          SMOOTH BLUE FLAMES ribbon eerily across the skin of the Destiny
          Lab. They are spreading, expanding with a dense cloud of SMOKE.
                         
          Ryan enters and snatches a FIRE EXTINGUISHER on the wall of the
          module, and-
                         
          She points the nozzle at the fire and SPRAYS.
                         
          With no gravity to hold her down, the force of the spray SENDS
          HER FLYING BACK and-
                         
          SHE CRASHES AGAINST A WALL. The fire extinguisher bangs against
          her face and CUTS HER LIP.
                         
          The impact is so strong that it almost knocks her out. Her eyes
          fill with tears but she reacts.
                         
          There's no time to lose. She fastens her feet to a strap on the
          floor, and-
                         
          SPRAYS the extinguisher at the fire. But the extinguisher is no
          match for the fire, which has gathered in a gigantic smooth blue
          ball and is expanding, coming at her.
                         
          Ryan makes a fast turn and launches herself in the opposite
          direction into the-
                         
                         UNITY NODE-
                         
          Dashing straight into the-
                         
                         ZARYA MODULE-
                         
          She darts across the module, behind her-
                         
          The expanding fire ball has swallowed the Unity Node and is
          making its way towards her, chasing her into the-
                         
          UNITY NODE 2-
          Where she makes a quick turn and darts down into the-
                         
                         
                         DOCKING MODULE-
                         
          Just in time. Above her, the flames cross the Node as they
          spread into the rest of the Station.
                         
          They quickly spread downward, into the Docking Module.
                         
          Ryan, the flames caressing her feet, dives through a hatch into
                         THE-
                         
                         
          SOYUZ. AIRLOCK.
                         
          Ryan crashes against a Space Suit floating inside and turns to
          close the hatch.
                         
          THE FIRE is spreading outside in the module, sucking the oxygen
          out of the Soyuz. An incandescent blue bubble that charges at
          her.
                         
          Ryan, faster than fire, CLOSES THE HATCH.
                         
          THE SOYUZ IS SEALED OFF.
                         
          She closes a second hatch, and the Soyuz is safe.
                         
          She exhales in RELIEF.
                         
          A RUMBLE in the Station makes the Soyuz quake.
                         
          The extinguisher is blocking her path to the hatch and Ryan has
          to push it into the cabin as she darts toward the-
                         
                         
          SOYUZ. CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          As soon as she makes it through the hatch, she TURNS the CABIN
          LIGHTS ON.
                         
          There is just enough space for three astronauts to sit
          surrounded by the CONTROL PANEL that navigates the vessel.
                         
          She sits down in the command chair.
                         
          She fastens the safety belt, and looks around, trying to
          recognize the different buttons on the panel, which are all
          labeled in Russian.
                         
                          RYAN
           OK... where was it?... where was it?
          She moves her finger across the different buttons, searching.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Where is the power?... Here you are.
                         
          Her finger stops on a button, which is labeled- BKN
                         
          She presses on it and the CONTROL PANEL turns ON. All the
          buttons light up and with a hum, the Soyuz's systems start to
          run.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Good... good... just like training...
                         
          Ryan reaches to the right, where next to the panel, there are
          several binders, each a different color.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Undocking... undocking... Yes...
           red...
                         
          And she takes out a RED BINDER.
                         
          It's all written in Cyrillic. She turns the pages until she sees
          a GRAPHIC representing the UNDOCKING PROCEDURE.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ok... Ok... I remember this...
           undocking...
                         
          She uses the CURSORS on the panel and selects a function on the
          COMPUTER SCREEN.
                         
          She presses another button and-
                         
          On the SCREEN, a COUNTDOWN- 4:30... 4:29... 4:28...
                         
          Another RUMBLE in the Station.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           We don't have four minutes to spare.
           We're going manual...
                         
          She flips through the binder to another page. She looks at a
          diagram and uses the cursors on the panel to change the function
          on the screen-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay. Arming the system...
                         
          She releases the SAFETY LOCK on a BUTTON.
                         
          AN EXPLOSION in the Station makes everything shake. The
          vibration passes through her body, startling her, and-
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Firing the pyros...
                         
          SHE PRESSES the BUTTON.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Rezerv rasstyk!
                         
          The SOUND of a mechanism releasing reverberates throughout the
          vessel.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. 500 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          SILENCE.
                         
          A SPRING MECHANISM pushes the Soyuz away from the Station.
                         
          SLOWLY.
                         
          VERY SLOWLY.
                         
          The Spacecraft is made out of three modules- the ENGINE, the
          CONTROL CABIN, and the AIRLOCK at the front.
                         
                         
          SOYUZ. CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          Detached from the Space Station, the rumbling has ceased,
          leaving only the gentle hum of the cabin.
                         
          ON THE PERISCOPE-
                         
          The distance between the Soyuz and the Docking Module grows
          little by little as the vessel drifts away from it.
                         
          Ryan sits tensely and checks the manual and-
                         
          She presses different buttons, bringing to life a new set of
          systems.
                         
                          RYAN
           I engaged manual control- R O A K and
           RYD are activated.
                         
          She grabs the joysticks with her hand, and-
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 500 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The lateral thrusters give a small thrust, and as the spacecraft
          moves away from the Station it drags its parachute, which floats
          lifelessly in space.
          ANOTHER BIGGER THRUST, and as the Soyuz pulls away from the
          Station, the parachute's ropes tense, and-
                         
          A BIG JOLT.
                         
                         
          SOYUZ. CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          Her seat belts prevent her from being projected forward as the
          Soyuz is pulled to a sudden stop.
                         
          Ryan is very confused, unaware of the reason for the sudden
          stop. She looks at-
                         
                         THE PERISCOPE-
                         
          The Station is drifting out of the scope's sight.
                         
          She turns to-
                         
                         THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          And through the glass she sees that-
                         
          The Station is coming straight at her and it looks as though-
                         
          THEY'RE ABOUT TO COLLIDE.
                         
                          RYAN
           Oh, no. No, no, no.
                         
          She presses the joystick.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 500 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The Soyuz is two meters away from the Station, about to crash,
                         WHEN-
                         
          The SOFT JETS ignite, launching the vessel upwards.
                         
          The Soyuz skims just over the Docking Module and passes three
          inches away from the solar panels, barely avoiding a collision
          with the metal giant.
                         
          And as the Soyuz drifts upwards, the Station passes under it.
                         
                         
          SOYUZ. CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          Now Ryan can see through-
                         
                         THE PORTHOLE-
          The parachute is tangled with a solar panel and the ropes are
          tensing up, and-
                         
          SHE'S SHAKEN BY A NEW PULL.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 500 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The Soyuz stabilizes over the Station, the parachute entwined
          with the solar panel.
                         
                         
          SOYUZ. CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          She looks out at-
                         
                         THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          The rope extends from the cabin to the parachute tangled with
          the Station.
                         
                          RYAN
           Great. Fantastic. Perfect.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 500 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
                         SILENCE
                         
          The Station hovers below the Soyuz like a large whale swimming
          beneath a tiny lifeboat.
                         
          The HATCH of the Soyuz OPENS.
                         
          Ryan comes out of the craft into space. She's wearing the space
          suit she packed and she carries a large bag.
                         
          She holds onto handles as she floats, SAFELY TETHERED to the
          inside of the cabin.
                         
          She LOOKS around-
                         
          The International Space Station is a looming presence floating
          ten meters below. It is pulling the Soyuz by its parachute.
                         
          An ALARM on her STOPWATCH RINGS. It's been 85 MINUTES.
                         
          She turns the alarm off and looks around.
                         
                          RYAN
           Clear skies but with a chance of
           satellite debris.
          SHE HUMS A SONG, the tune is reminiscent of the Hank Williams
          Melody that Matt had played earlier.
                         
          She begins to climb around the vessel. With plenty of oxygen in
          her pressurized suit, this is not a difficult task.
                         
          She pulls herself from handle to handle, making her way around
          the Soyuz and reaching-
                         
          THE PARACHUTE CONTAINER-
                         
          An impact has blown open the cover. Three ropes float out of the
          container into space. Three meters away from the vessel each
          rope branches into dozens of parachute strings. Next to it-
                         
          A second cover is also badly damaged.
                         
          Harnessing herself to a handle, she inspects the ropes. The
          three ropes are bolted to the container's frame.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay. We detach this and we go home.
           Piece of cake.
                         
          She harnesses the bag and RESUMES her HUMMING, louder this time.
                         
          She unzips the bag and takes out the PISTOL GRIP tool, without
          noticing that behind her-
                         
          DOZENS OF PIECES OF DEBRIS pass, zooming less than thirty meters
          away from the Station.
                         
          A tiny piece of high-speed debris crashes against one of the
          Station's Solar panels, shattering it and causing the Station to
          tremble.
                         
          She places the tool against the FIRST BOLT, stretching her arm
          into the parachute container. It is an awkward position.
                         
          She pulls the trigger and the drill rotates, turning the bolt,
          but it slides out of the notch.
                         
          She places the tool once more against the bolt and pulls the
          trigger. The drill rotates, SLOWER this time.
                         
          She HUMS under her breath and SWEAT begins to drop down her
          forehead.
                         
          She is very focused, unaware that behind her-
                         
          DEBRIS HITS THE STATION'S SOLAR PANEL, piercing holes through
          it.
                         
          THE BOLT COMES OFF.
          As it FLOATS OFF into space, Ryan drops the PISTOL GRIP and uses
          both hands to detach the rope from the frame.
                         
          The ROPE FLOATS away from the Soyuz, undulating like a long
          snake, but-
                         
          Ryan notices that the Pistol Grip is also floating away.
                         
          She stretches her arm trying to catch it, but it is out of her
          reach.
                         
          She pushes herself towards the pistol grip, and barely manages
          to grab onto it when she sees-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Oh shit.
                         
          THE TIDE OF DEBRIS is floating STRAIGHT AT HER.
                         
          She pulls herself back to the container.
                         
          DEBRIS HITS THE STATION.
                         
          It CRASHES in SILENCE against one of its modules, creating a
          hole the size of a car wheel. The vacuum sucks BLUE FLAMES from
          the station that quickly die without oxygen to consume.
                         
          Ryan brings the pistol-grip to the SECOND BOLT and pulls the
          trigger. The bolt spins.
                         
          Ryan is HUMMING louder and louder.
                         
          Ryan stares intently at the head of the bolt turning as the
          debris zooms by behind her.
                         
          THE SECOND BOLT COMES OFF.
                         
          She quickly pulls the rope loose from the frame and lets it
          float away.
                         
          Shaken by the impacts, the Space Station drags the Soyuz with
          it.
                         
          She braces herself as-
                         
          DEBRIS WREAKS HAVOC- some pieces hit the Station, others crash
          against one another. Each collision creates more debris that
          ricochet and fly away in all directions.
                         
          The Soyuz is pulled by the remaining parachute rope, as the
          Station spins out of control.
                         
          Ryan starts humming even louder, the bravado is full tilt now.
          Her face is now covered in sweat, which pours into her eyes,
          making it difficult to see as she unscrews the last bolt.
                         
          Behind her, a cluster of debris PIERCES THE PARACHUTE.
                         
          Ryan continues drilling as-
                         
          MORE DEBRIS HIT THE STATION.
                         
          It CRASHES against the Japanese Lab, which silently EXPLODES
          into millions of pieces. The pieces expand away from the
          Station.
                         
          THE LAST BOLT COMES OFF.
                         
          Ryan manages to unhook the rope, freeing the Soyuz from the
          collapsing Space Station.
                         
          She braces herself against the vessel, as she sees-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Shit!
                         
          The Soyuz is heading straight towards the Station's Solar
          Panels.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           No... no... no..
                         
          The Soyuz' Solar Panel collides with the Station's, shattering
          into smaller pieces of debris that almost hit Ryan.
                         
          The Soyuz spins away as-
                         
          MORE DEBRIS HITS THE STATION.
                         
          Ryan watches as a succession of satellite fragments pepper the
          slowly revolving Station segments. As the segments crumble,
          colliding with additional debris, the fragments glimmer
          magnificently then join...
                         
          ...the THINNING TIDE OF DEBRIS orbiting toward the dark side of
          the Earth. All of a sudden...
                         
          EVERYTHING IS CALM.
                         
          She pauses, blinking into the suddenly empty distance. Her gaze
          remains fixed on the vast nothingness--for no good reason--but
          nevertheless FIXED on something.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I hate space.
          SOYUZ SPACECRAFT. CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          A SYMPHONY OF ALARMS shrieks loudly. The hatch FLIES open and a
          helmet floats in, followed quickly by Ryan.
                         
                          RYAN
           Shut up!
                         
          She presses different buttons, and with each a voice of the
          alarm symphony dies until they are completely silent.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ok.
                         
          She takes a breath and begins fastening the seat belt.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Alright. That's good.
                         
          She puts on the communication headset and-
                         
          Resets the STOPWATCH- 85 minutes and counting down.
                         
          She checks the TEMPERATURE GAUGE-
                         
          She exhales, the plume of her hot breath hanging briefly in the
          frigid cabin air before evaporating.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay, let's stabilise you.
                         
          She takes the JOYSTICK.
                         
          Ryan looks focused at-
                         
                         THE PERISCOPE-
                         
          Where the western horizon comes into frame and nears the center
          crosshair.
                         
          A small dot GLIMMERS in the distance- THE CHINESE STATION.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ok. Let's visit the Chinese station.
           Houston in the blind, Tiangong is
           approximately 100km... to the west and I
           am off it's course by about 3 degrees.
           I will correct trajectory.
                         
          She moves the Joystick, and the crosshair readjusts.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ok.
          She releases the safety lock and places her finger on the
          button.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ok. I'll engage main thrust in five...
           four... three
                         
          She releases the safety lock.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           two... one...
                         
          She pushes on the button.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          The Soyuz floats with its nose directed towards a bright star on
          the horizon, the Chinese Station, but-
                         
          Nothing, not even a small flame, comes out of its back
          thrusters.
                         
                         
          CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          Ryan waits, expectantly, and gives the button a NEW PUSH, but-
                         
                          RYAN
           One...
                         
          Nothing. The thruster won't ignite.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           One... one...
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          The vessel remains motionless, orbiting over the Pacific which
          is already under night's dark veil.
                         
                         
          CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          She pushes again, and again, and again-
                         
                          RYAN
           Come on. Come on!
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          But NOTHING.
          The Soyuz stays in place.
                         
                         
          CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          Ryan looks at the FUEL GAUGE- 30 percent.
                         
          She taps on it and the frozen needle drops to EMPTY.
                         
                          RYAN
           You gotta be kidding me.
                         
          She taps on the frozen dial once more, as if trying to get the
          needle to go back up, and once again-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Where's your backup?
                         
          She taps even harder this time.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Where's your goddamn backup?!
                         
          She bangs down on the control panel in frustration--
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
                          FU--
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE. 300 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          Inside the capsule, through the portal, Ryan hits and hits,
          bouncing around the confined space of the cabin and venting all
          her anger, until she herself is out of fuel.
                         
          She grabs the radio and-
                         
                          RYAN
           This is Dr Ryan Stone, can you hear
           me? Houston, this is Ryan Stone, can
           you hear me? Copy? Houston, this is
           Ryan Stone, can you hear me? Copy?
                         
          THE SUN SETS.
                         
          A magical cosmic act. As the sun nears the edge of the Earth,
          the atmosphere brightens, shining with a luminous orange light
          that is reflected off the surface of the Pacific Ocean.
                         
          At the Soyuz's orbiting speed this does not last long. The sun
          quickly dips behind the edge of the Earth and the whole face of
          the planet is in shadow.
          The vessel is almost lost in the deep black of night.
          Fluorescent green light pours out of the porthole, like a lonely
          firefly lost in the deep of night.
                         
                         
          CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          And the night has brought with it its cold grip.
                         
          Ryan shivers and her voice is now weak, but she continues
          searching for help-
                         
                          RYAN
           Houston, this is Ryan Stone, can you
           hear me? Copy? Houston, this is Ryan
           Stone, can you hear me? Copy?
                         
                         
          She turns her neck stiffly, looks at the-
                         
          TEMPERATURE DIAL, -8 degrees and dropping. Through the PORTHOLE
          the SUN drops. DARKNESS descends.
                         
          Finally, a SOUND SURFACES through the static:
                         
          A CRACKLING.
                         
          The CRACKLING SOUND is coming from the communication headset.
          Ryan puts it on and brings the mouthpiece to her lips.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Houston. Houston! This is Mission
           Specialist Ryan Stone. Do you copy!
                         
          This glimmer of hope gives her a new burst of energy.
                         
          She TURNS ON THE CABIN LIGHT and attempts to tune into the
          frequency, turning one of the control panel's dials. She frowns.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           (into the mouthpiece)
           Houston, you're coming in over the AM
           frequency. Please confirm identity.
                         
          Fragmented words emerge through the static.
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Han... ni... ts...
                         
          She turns the dial slowly, clinging desperately to the wavering
          thread of communication.
                          RYAN
           Repeat. This is Mission Specialist
           Ryan Stone from STS-157. Do you copy?
                         
          Words BURST FORTH, ringing clear as a bell for a moment.
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Hannik ya itc... pini.
                         
          Ryan blinks. The transmission is not in English.
                         
                          RYAN
           Is this the Chinese Station? Is this
           Tiangong? Copy?
                         
          As she tunes in a faint voice is distinguished. It doesn't
          appear to be in Chinese either.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Do you speak English?
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Hannic ya itcitem pini!
                         
                          RYAN
           S.O.S. Do you understand?
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Uumaruq taigaa!
                         
                          RYAN
           Mayday! Can you copy? Mayday! Mayday!
                         
          The voice on the transmission appears to be a man in a very
          jovial mood. He keeps laughing.
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Mayday!
                         
                          RYAN
           Yes! Mayday! Mayday!
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Mayday! Aningang!
                         
                          RYAN
           Aningang?
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Mayday, Aningang! Aningang, Mayday!
                         
          The HOARSE LAUGHING of an MAN rises through the STATIC.
                          RYAN
                          (TO HERSELF)
           Aningang...?
           (then, realizing:)
           Is that your name? Aningang is your
           name?!
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Aningang! Mayday! Suli, suli!
                         
          She starts to speak again but the glimmer of hope fades from her
          face with the realization that this man does not understand her
          plea.
                         
                          RYAN
           No, Mayday's not my name. I'm Stone,
           Dr. Ryan Stone-- I need help.
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Mayday! Ieukpalliktuq uumaruq taigaa
           naabuqtuq.
                         
          A noise in the background makes Ryan smile.
                         
                          RYAN
                          (SOFTLY)
           Dogs...
                          (INTO HEADSET)
           Are those dogs? Those are dogs! Are
           you calling from Earth?!
                         
          The barking of several dogs can be heard behind the man's voice.
          She GRINS.
                         
          She listens to the man's laughing voice, shakes her head
          helplessly and sighs.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Where are you, Aningang? Is the sun
           out? Are there birds? Are there trees?
           Can you smell the ocean?
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Ieukpalliktuq naabuqtuq.
                         
                          RYAN
           Is it beautiful where you are? Here
           it's colder than hell and lonelier
           than shit, but it's beautiful
           Aningang. Utterly, terrifyingly
           beautiful.
                         
          Through THE PORTHOLE-
          Even under the darkness of night, it is possible to see the
          glaciers spreading over the green forests. It all looks so fresh
          and full of life.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Make your dogs bark again, Aningang.
           Will you? Please...
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Suli aasrivak aatqatik niuruq...?
                         
                          RYAN
           Dogs! Woof. Woof. Woof.
                         
          She makes barking noises. The man begins to laugh and barks back
          at her.
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Auuu. Auuu. Oipmiq. Oipmiq! Auuu.
           Auuu.
                         
          Ryan and Aningang bark in unison.
                         
                          RYAN
           Woof. Woof.
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Auuu... Auuu...
                         
           RYAN AND TRANSMISSION
           Auuu. Auuu. Woof. Woof.
                         
          Ryan begins to HOWL, giving in to the mad joy of it all.
          Moments later, through the RADIO, she is joined by a CHORUS of
          CANINES--Aningang's DOGS--TUNING INTO HER VOICE in a mad, crazy
          harmonic cacophony. Ryan smiles, blissfully happy, howling with
          abandon.
                         
          Each howling reaches deeper and is more cathartic, unlocking
          emotions that have been festering over time, and-
                         
          TEARS ROLL FROM HER EYES, clear as crystals, spilling from her
          lashes and floating INTO THE AIR, glimmering LIKE SAPPHIRES in
          the cool moonlight.
                         
          They float away, like tiny satellites orbiting her face.
                         
          Aningang can be heard intermittently, YELLING, as if trying to
          silence the dogs. Then the dogs, one by one, cease their wailing
          and Ryan is left with nothing but her own voice.
                         
          She stops, gazing at her tears suspended in the gloomy blue
          light.
                          RYAN
           I'm going to die, Aningang.
                         
          The SIGNAL ebbs, losing its battle with the STATIC.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I mean, we're all going to die.
           Everyone knows that. But I'm going to
           die today...
                         
          The STATIC waffles in and out.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Funny that. To know.
                         
          The STATIC breaks and Aningang's HUSKY VOICE begins SINGING.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           And you know what Aningang... I don't
           care. I don't care if I die. I don't
           have anything... not anymore.
                         
          Ryan is floating now over her seat.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           But the thing is... I'm still scared.
           I'm really scared...
                         
          She rolls in space and stares upwards...
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           No one will mourn me. No one will pray
           for my soul. Will you mourn me,
           Aningang? Is it too late to say a
           prayer? I'd say one for myself, but I
           have never prayed in my life... no one
           ever taught me how...
                         
          The tune is lyrical and soothing, tinged with a touch of
          melancholy.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           No one ever taught me how...
                         
          Ryan listens to Aningang's melody and smiles softly, closing her
          eyes.
                         
          Ryan's face grows slack as she drifts toward unconsciousness,
          buoyed along on Aningang's sad soulful song. Then...
                         
          ...a SPUTTERING CRY cuts through the static.
                         
          A BABY.
          Ryan's eyes pop open.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           A baby. There's a baby with you.
                         
          A beat. Aningang stops singing, speaking in a soft voice:
                         
                          TRANSMISSION
           Ieukpalliktuq upatimi...
                         
                          RYAN
           You are singing to your baby? Is that
           a lullaby? That's so sweet!
                         
          Ryan is transfixed, listening to the gentle gurgle of the baby
          as Aningang coos to it, then begins to SING again.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I used to sing to my baby too.
                         
          Painful memories flash before her, haunting her. Ryan's lump in
          her throat is washed away by a gentle sob.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I hope I see her soon.
                         
          She reaches for a valve and opens it.
                         
          A HIZZING sound is heard inside the vessel, and-
                         
          ON THE SCREEN-
                         
          The Oxygen in the cabin's atmosphere begins to drop.
                         
          SHE TURNS OFF THE LIGHT.
                         
          Ryan closes her eyes, simply listening to the lullaby as it
          grows fainter...
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           (growing ever drowsier)
           That's nice. Keep singing, Aningang,
           just like that. Sing me to sleep. I'll
           sleep and sleep and sleep. Sing to me,
           Aningang... sing...sing....
                         
          The transmission grows fainter...
                         
          ...and fainter...
                         
          ...and then is...
                         
          ...gone.
          For a long beat Ryan merely sits there. She is gently humming a
          tune.
                         
          It is a LULLABY.
                         
          SHE SURRENDERS.
                         
          SHE WEEPS.
                         
          A quiet deep sorrow that silently grows in intensity and that
          finally explodes into-
                         
          A SOFT WAIL.
                         
          TEARS float around her like tiny satellites.
                         
          The cold and the gentle humming of the Soyuz cradles Ryan.
                         
          She closes her eyes, and as her breathing relaxes she begins to
          fall asleep, until-
                         
          CLICK CLICK CLICK.
                         
          Ryan opens her eyes, startled.
                         
          CLICK CLICK CLICK.
                         
          Ryan turns in confusion and looks at-
                         
                         THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          THROUGH THE GLASS, the helmet of an astronaut is looking in.
                         
          IT IS MATT.
                         
          He knocks once more, this time louder.
                         
          CLICK CLICK CLICK.
                         
          Ryan is still drowsy and does not understand what is going on,
          when she sees that-
                         
          The latch on the porthole begins to move.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           No... no.. don't.
                         
          But the latch continues to open.
                         
          Ryan immediately straps herself to the commander chair.
                         
          The latch keeps turning.
                         
          Ryan covers her eyes and face with her hands when-
          THE LATCH RELEASES and
                         
          THE HATCH SWINGS OPEN.
                         
          The VACUUM of space sucks in one sharp gust all the air inside
          the cabin and with it every sound.
                         
          The straps hold Ryan back as objects gush out through the hatch.
          Her hands press tightly covering her face.
                         
          On the Control Panel alarms begin to flash.
                         
          A SHADOWY FIGURE makes its way in and with one sharp motion-
                         
          Turns and closes the hatch. Presses a green button and-
                         
          The cabin begins to pressurize.
                         
          And sound re-emerges with the beeping of the alarms as-
                         
          The red-orange-green graph on the control panel show the
          atmospheric levels reaching green.
                         
          Ryan uncovers her face and stares from the shadows at the
          figure, who straps into the seat next to her. He unlocks the
          ring around his collar and-
                         
          TAKES OFF HIS HELMET.
                         
          COUNTRY WESTERN MUSIC escapes into the cabin.
                         
                          MATT
           Ahhhh! Alright, check your watch. 13
           hours, 11 minutes. Call Anatoly, tell
           him he's been bumped.
                         
          The figure glances around.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Bit gloomy in here. How `bout a little
           light?
                         
          He taps a few buttons on the console and a face blooms:
                         
          Matt.
                         
          Ryan stares, mouth agape.
                         
                          RYAN
           How did you?
                         
                          MATT
           Trust me, it's a hell of a story.
                          RYAN
           But how did you?
                         
          He reaches out and effortlessly flicks a myriad array of
          switches. Instantly, the alarms go silent.
                         
                          MATT
           That's better.
                         
                          RYAN
           How?
                         
          Ryan looks at him wide eyed, wanting to know how-
                         
                          MATT
           I found a little extra battery power.
           I'm just happy you're still alive. To
           be honest, I thought your chances were
           slim to none. By the way, did you find
           the vodka?
                         
                          RYAN
           You never told me where.
                         
          Matt fishes a SMALL FLASK from under his seat, spins off the
          cap...
                         
                          MATT
           Oh well... To Anatoly! Na zdorovje.
                         
          ...and takes a big gulp. He offers the flask to Ryan, who
          appears to be dozing off. She blinks, shakes her head.
                         
                          RYAN
           No.
                         
          He studies her.
                         
                          MATT
           No? Right, let's get out of here.
                         
          He looks at the monitors, where the Chinese Station is seen.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           We're `bout a hundred miles to the
           Chinese Station. A little Sunday
           drive.
                         
                          RYAN
           We can't.
                         
                          MATT
           Course we can.
                          RYAN
           There's no fuel. I tried everything.
                         
                          MATT
           Well, there's always something we can
           do.
                         
                          RYAN
           I tried everything.
                         
                          MATT
           Did you try the soft landing jets?
                         
                          RYAN
           They're for landing so.
                         
                          MATT
           Well landing is launching it's the
           same thing, didn't you learn about
           that in training?
                         
                          RYAN
           I never got to land the simulator, I
           told you.
                         
                          MATT
           But you know about it.
                         
                          RYAN
           And I crashed it every time.
                         
          Ryan is falling asleep. Matt studies her as she dozes off.
                         
                          MATT
           Listen you want to go back or do you
           want to stay here? I get it, it's nice
           up here, you can just shut down all
           the systems turn out all the lights,
           and just close your eyes and tune out
           everybody.
                         
          Matt starts flipping through buttons on the console, turning the
          cabin lights off.
                         
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           There's nobody up here who can hurt
           you, it's safe. Then what's the point
           in going on, what's the point of
           living?
                         
          When the cabin is in darkness, he turns and looks at Ryan.
                          MATT (CONT'D)
           Your kid died, doesn't get any rougher
           than that, but still it's a
           matter of what you do now. If you
           decide to go that you've gotta just
           get on with it, sit back enjoy the
           ride. You have to start living life,
           Ryan.
                         
          Ryan is having trouble keeping her eyes open.
                         
                          RYAN
           How did you get here?
                         
                          MATT
           Ryan, you have to learn to let go ...
           Hey?
                         
          Ryan is almost sound asleep.
                         
                          RYAN
           What?
                         
          Ryan is asleep.
                         
                          MATT
           It's time to go home.
                         
          Her eyes snap open.
                         
          Her gaze shifts. The flask is floating in front of her. But no
          Matt. She turns. THE CABIN IS EMPTY. She turns back.
                         
          CLICK CLICK CLICK.
                         
          Ryan notices that the gate of the ventilation duct is shaking,
          making a percussive sound.
                         
          A SOFT COOL LIGHT shines in through the condensation that has
          frozen on the glass. It is-
                         
          THE MOONLIGHT caressing Ryan's face.
                         
                          RYAN
           Landing, landing. Landing is
           launching.
                         
          With a new surge of determination she TURNS ON THE CABIN LIGHT.
                         
          She pulls the HELMET floating above her and puts it on.
                         
          She connects the umbilical to her suit, opens the Oxygen Valve,
          and begins to breath.
          As the Oxygen flows back into her brain a new surge of
          determination brightens her face.
                         
          She opens the valves of the other two umbilicals, allowing
          Oxygen to flow, pressurizing the cabin.
                         
          She grabs the MANUAL.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay, landing, landing, landing is
           green.
                         
          She opens the green binder and browses through its index.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay, okay landing, alright.
                         
          She stops, turns some pages and stares closely at the manual.
                         
          Ryan notices the Energy Bar floating by her. She grabs it and as
          she opens the wrapper, she stares intently at one page of the
          MANUAL, where there is-
                         
                         A DIAGRAM-
                         
          An ILLUSTRATION of the Soyuz Capsule two meters before landing
          and hitting the ground. A thrust is shooting out from under its
          bottom, cushioning its fall: THE SOFT LANDING ENGINES.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Soft landing jets trigger
           automatically at three meters before
           landing. ... you're a clever son of a
           bitch Matt. So to land I need to get
           rid of the BO and Engine module, okay?
                         
          She puts on the communication headset.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Listen to me Matt. You're going to see
           a girl with brown hair. She's Sarah,
           her hair is probably a mess. That's
           okay, she doesn't like to brush it.
                         
          She looks out of the porthole, down at Earth.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Tell her mommy found her red shoe. She
           was so upset about that shoe Matt, but
           tell her it was right under the bed.
                         
          She turns back to the console and places her finger over one of
          the buttons.
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           You give her a big hug and a kiss for
           me and tell her mamma misses her. Tell
           her she's my little angel and that she
           makes me so proud, so so so proud, and
           that I promise I'll try and make her
           proud too. You tell her that I'm not
           quitting, that I'm going to keep
           fighting. You tell her I love her
           Matt... I love her so much.
                         
          Ryan smiles, remembering... and then-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Tri module separation, go...
                         
                         
          She presses the button.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          The locks connecting the three modules of the Soyuz release.
                         
          CONTROL CABIN, AIRLOCK, and the ENGINES SEPARATE.
                         
          A mechanism pushes the CONTROL CABIN away from the AIRLOCK and
          the ENGINES, and it slowly gains distance from them.
                         
                         
          CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          Ryan scans through the complicated charts and diagrams in the
          manual.
                         
                          RYAN
           Okay Houston, here comes the tricky
           part, the Soyuz has to think we're
           only three meters above the earth.
                         
                         
          A pause, and then-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Let's reset you then.
                         
          Using the manual as a reference, Ryan uses the cursors to select
          the ALTITUDE DISPLAY on the computer screen.
                         
          The current ALTITUDE is- 2600 M.
                         
          She uses the cursors and presses a button. A WARNING on the
          computer screen comes on.
          She presses another button, and-
                         
          ON THE SCREEN, the ALTITUDE goes blank.
                         
          Ryan punches a new set of commands.
                         
          The ALTITUDE now reads- 3 meters.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay. I only have one shot at this.
           One shot...
                         
          She extends her finger...
                         
                          RYAN(CONT'D)
           What's the point if we don't try?
                         
          SHE PRESSES THE BUTTON.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          A THREE SECOND THRUST ignites at the back of the cabin, pushing
          it at great speeds toward the Chinese Station.
                         
                         
          SOYUZ CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          The strength of the thrust pushes Ryan back in her seat.
                         
          She looks at-
                         
                         THE PERISCOPE-
                         
          The Soyuz is approaching the Tiangong. The center of the
          crosshair is aiming three degrees above the Chinese Station.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          The Soyuz is making its way rapidly towards the Chinese Station.
                         
                         
          CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          Ryan is looking out of the window, at Earth-
                         
                          RYAN
           Wow... you were right Matt... it's
           magnificent....
                         
          She then turns to-
                         
                         THE PERISCOPE-
          The Chinese Station quickly grows in size as the Soyuz gets
          closer and closer.
                         
          ALTITUDE DIAL- 155 km and dropping.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           You're losing altitude, Tiangong. You
           keep dropping and you're going to kiss
           the atmosphere. But not before I get
           to you. You have my last ride home.
                         
          A new sense of urgency comes up on Ryan's face.
                         
          She unhooks the umbilical from her suit.
                         
          She unstraps herself.
                         
          She floats over and looks out of-
                         
                         THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          The Chinese Station is approaching, getting closer.
                         
          She disarms the emergency exit and holds on to the LATCH.
                         
          She pauses and turns to grab the fire extinguisher and holds it
          tightly against her chest with one arm. With the other arm-
                         
          She reaches for the Latch.
                         
          The Station is hovering right next to her and the cabin is going
          to pass it.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay, I'm done with just driving.
           Let's get go home.
                         
          She turns the latch, and-
                         
          PYROTECHNICS shoot the porthole into space.
                         
          The brutal force of the infinite VACUUM of space SUCKS THE AIR
          out of the cabin, and-
                         
          Ryan is LAUNCHED out of the cabin at a tremendous speed.
                         
          SHE HITS HER SHOULDER as she goes through the hatch into-
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          A CANNONBALL WOMAN is launched up from the Soyuz's hatch. She
          passes the Chinese Station as she twirls up toward the Heavens.
          The Soyuz continues its straight trajectory toward Earth.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          Ryan is stunned from the impact and her shoulder is in pain.
                         OUTSIDE-
                         
          Everything twirls.
                         
          Earth and Heavens.
                         
          An ALARM in her STOPWATCH RINGS. It's been EIGHTY-FIVE MINUTES.
                         
          And she spins and sees-
                         
          THE TIANGONG, one mile below her. And below it-
                         
          A bright comet leaves behind a yellow scratch over the Earth. It
                         IS-
                         
          THE SOYUZ BURNING upon contact with the atmosphere.
                         
          Ryan drifts away. She holds tightly to the fire extinguisher
          with one hand, and with the other she checks her right shoulder.
                         
          IT HURTS.
                         
          But there's no time, the Tiangong is getting farther away. She
          points the nozzle of the fire extinguisher away from her and
                         TRIGGERS A-
                         
                         SPRAY-
                         
          It acts like a thrust that pushes her toward the Station. It
          helped, but she is still off target.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          She is in pain.
                         
          The glass visor is steaming up.
                         
          She begins HUMMING as she looks at-
                         
          The Station drifting ahead, less than five hundred meters away.
                         
          From this distance the damage caused to the Tiangong by the
          debris is clear. The solar panels are shredded to pieces, and
          several modules appear to have been badly hit.
                         
                         RYAN GIVES-
                         
                         ANOTHER SPRAY-
          Propelling herself even closer to the Station.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          She stops humming. Her breath is fogging up the glass, giving
          her a blurred view of-
                         
          The Station, which is less than a hundred meters away. She can
                         SEE THAT-
                         
          The LIFEBOAT, the SHENZHOU, a vessel very similar to the Soyuz,
          is docked on a module.
                         
          It's now clear that she's not flying straight toward the
          Station.
                         
          Ryan attempts to correct her trajectory by giving-
                         
                         ANOTHER SPRAY-
                         
          But only a very SMALL THRUST comes out of the extinguisher, not
          enough to push her on the right track.
                         
          She PULLS the trigger again-
                         
          But only a few dust particles come out. The extinguisher is
          empty. She lets go of it and it floats away.
                         
          She drifts toward the Station, SLOWLY.
                         
          She is less than twenty meters away, and getting closer.
                         
          AND CLOSER.
                         
          And she misses it by a hair.
                         
          She drifts, very slowly, two meters above the Station.
                         
          Her arm, outstretched, tries to grab hold of anything it can.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          Ryan winces in pain and looks at-
                         
          Her outstretched arm reaching toward-
                         
                         THE STATION-
                         
          She slowly drifts across the modules, the tips of her fingers
          almost touching the surface of the Tiangong.
                         
          A handle passes under her, almost within reach, but she does not
          manage to hold onto it.
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          She's struggling, but she knows she's not going to make it. She
          looks ahead at-
                         
                         THE STATION-
                         
          A solar panel, following the rotation of the Station, comes into
          view.
                         
          She stretches out her arm as she gets closer to it.
                         
          But the solar panel continues its rotation and she is
          approaching very slowly.
                         
          The panel is rotating away.
                         
          She STRETCHES, and-
                         
          She GRABS onto a rod on the Solar Panel, STOPPING her momentum.
                         
          Ryan hangs from the Station. She holds her right arm tightly to
          her chest.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          She catches her breath and is clearly in pain.
                         
                         RYAN SEES-
                         
          A LONESOME PIECE OF DEBRIS.
                         
          It hovers above the Station and glows as the sunlight hits its
          surface. It passes very quickly.
                         
          And there's ANOTHER ONE cruising farther above.
                         
          She pulls her right arm up.
                         
                          RYAN
           Ahhhhhh!
                         
          The pain is excruciating, but she grabs onto the panel's rod,
                         AND-
                         
          SHE PULLS HERSELF UP, and clinging with her leg, she secures
          herself to the panel.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          She's panting, and through the fogged up glass she can see, far
          away over the horizon-
                         
          BRIGHT DOTS.
          Pieces of debris burn as they hit the atmosphere. A swarm of
          incandescent locusts that-
                         
          Is coming directly at her.
                         
          Ignoring her pain but using her right arm as little as possible,
          she climbs up to-
                         
          THE BODY OF THE STATION.
                         
          She goes over the module and makes her way across, pulling
          herself from handle to handle.
                         
          When she reaches the end of it, with one last BIG PULL she makes
          it to the-
                         
          HATCH that leads into the airlock.
                         
          With her bad arm she holds onto a handle.
                         
          With the other, she pulls on the latch and-
                         
          OPENS THE AIRLOCK.
                         
          A gust of AIR bursts out, pushing the hatch wide open.
                         
          Ryan holds on tightly to the handle.
                         
                         ABOVE HER-
                         
          Clusters of DEBRIS pass by, flying at different distances and at
          great speeds.
                         
          Pieces COLLIDE with each other, exploding into more debris.
                         
          A BIG PIECE OF DEBRIS is flying downward, missing the Station by
          ten meters as it continues its descent. And-
                         
          250 meters below, it BURNS like a shooting star.
                         
          The Station is rapidly approaching Earth's atmosphere.
                         
          And over the Eastern horizon-
                         
          A CLOUD OF DUST is quickly approaching.
                         
          THE TIDE OF DEBRIS.
                         
                         
          TIANGONG. AIRLOCK. 150 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          Ryan secures the hatch.
          The airlock is smaller than the one in the International Space
          Station but, like the ISS, there is a small control panel on one
          side.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          The glass is almost fogged up. She makes her way to the-
                         
                         CONTROL PANEL-
                         
          The red, yellow, and green graph is bright red. Under it, TWO
          BUTTONS with Chinese ideograms on them.
                         
                          AND
                         
          Her finger hesitates as she takes a wild guess.
                         
                         SHE PRESSES-
                         
                         
                         
          A FAINT HISSING SOUND is heard.
                         
          THE CABIN PRESSURIZES.
                         
          As oxygen fills the space-
                         
          SOUND BEGINS TO EMERGE.
                         
          Unrecognizable at first is a rhythmic pattern under a syncopated
          murmur. But as air allows sound to conduct its waves, it becomes
          clear.
                         
          AN ALARM IS GOING OFF.
                         
          Over it a recording plays in a LOOP. It is in Mandarin. The
          VOICE in the recording is urgent. Clearly it is not good news.
                         
                          LOOP
                         
                         
          She's in pain and more tired than ever now, and she's punchy.
                         
                          LOOP (CONT'D)
                         
                         
          She waits, floating.
                         
          INSIDE THE HELMET-
                         
          The glass is completely fogged up. Through the condensation, she
          can only discern a RED LIGHT filtering through.
          She waits.
                         
                          RYAN
           Come on. Come on.
                         
          And when the RED GLOW turns to ORANGE-
                         
          Ryan UNLOCKS her helmet and, using only her left hand, struggles
          to take it off.
                         
          As the helmet floats, bouncing off of the cabin walls, Ryan
          massages her injured shoulder. She does this gently, as even the
          smallest pressure inflicts pain.
                         
          The orange light is turning green when-
                         
          She feels the Station quake fiercely, reverberating through the
          handle she's holding onto.
                         
          THE STATION RUMBLES.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          The Tiangong is plummeting.
                         
          The tip of a solar panel is already grazing over the outer
          layers of the atmosphere, leaving a trail behind it as it parts
          the gases.
                         
          DEBRIS passing under the Station burn up.
                         
                         
          TIANGONG NODE 1.
                         
          EVERYTHING SHAKES.
                         
          Ryan rushes out of the airlock.
                         
          A new intensity sparkles in her eyes. Her fearlessness and
          determination are bordering with madness.
                         
          She inspects her surroundings. Through a hatch she sees a long
          corridor-like cabin that leads to another node. It is the LAB
          MODULE.
                         
          The LOOP keeps on playing.
                         
                          LOOP
                         
                         
                         
          She enters the hatch into the-
          TIANGONG LAB MODULE.
                         
          The only light is coming from flickering emergency lights.
          Objects float in chaos.
                         
          Ryan makes her way, dodging the disarray of lab objects-
                         
          Scientific instruments: A plant drifting by with its roots
          exposed, clusters of liquid floating like wobbly spheres, two
          eggs hovering, one of which is broken.
                         
          THE SHAKING INTENSIFIES as-
                         
          She reaches the end of the module and goes into the-
                         
                         
          TIANGONG NODE 2.
                         
          She floats to the center of the node.
                         
          There are three open hatches- RIGHT, LEFT, and-
                         
                         BELOW-
                         
          A Docking Module, very similar to the one in the ISS. At the far
          end of it an open hatch leads into the SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          MORE RUMBLING SHAKES THE STATION.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          A SOLAR PANEL, defeated by the friction with the atmosphere,
          breaks off from the Station and is thrown farther down, where it
          quickly burns, dissolving into sparks.
                         
          The TIDAL WAVE of debris is catching up with the Station, a
          cloud of metal pieces that sparkle with the sunlight.
                         
          BRIGHT STREAKS can be seen as debris burns, scratching through
          the atmosphere.
                         
                         
          TIANGONG NODE 2.
                         
          Ryan springs into the-
                         
          DOCKING MODULE.
                         
          Floating through it and reaching the open hatch at the other
          end, she tosses the helmet inside the Shenzhou.
                         
          A LOUD METALLIC ROAR. The Station is collapsing. She dives
          through the hatch into the-
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD. AIRLOCK.
                         
          It is almost identical to the Soyuz's airlock.
                         
          She does a quick flip and-
                         
          CLOSES the outer hatch.
                         
          Then she pulls on another latch and-
                         
          CLOSES the inner hatch.
                         
          The Shenzhou is SEALED OFF from the rest of the Station.
                         
          She throws the helmet into the Control Cabin and follows
          through, into the-
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD. CONTROL CABIN.
                         
          She struggles to turn around in the confined space, and then-
                         
          She pulls the hatch CLOSED.
                         
          THE CONTROL CABIN IS SEALED.
                         
          The Shenzhou is smaller than the Soyuz and has only one seat. In
          this confined space, the SHAKING of the station is felt even
          stronger.
                         
          She sits, BUCKLES herself in, and looks at the-
                         
          CONTROL PANEL.
                         
          It has more monitors than the Soyuz's panel, and the main board
          is arranged differently. All of the buttons are labeled with
          CHINESE IDEOGRAMS.
                         
          AND IT IS SHAKING FIERCELY.
                         
                          RYAN
           Seriously?
                         
                         THROUGH-
                         
                         THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          A thin bright yellow halo covers the whole window.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          The yellow halo envelops the whole Station as it glides over the
          outer atmosphere.
          FRICTION.
                         
          The remaining SOLAR PANEL resists breaking off from the
          structure, but still goes up in flames, leaving a trail of
          SPARKS.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          EVERYTHING IS SHAKING.
                         
                          RYAN
           In the Soyuz the power button is
           erm....here!
                         
          She passes her finger over the board, trying to make sense of
          the buttons.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ah, ok ah undocking,
           undocking....eenie, meenie,...
                         
                         SHE PRESSES
                         
          An ALARM RINGS, and under the ongoing LOOP, a RECORDING, clearly
          warning.
                         
                          RECORDING
                         
                         
                          RYAN
           Ok. That doesn't sound good....
                         
          She glances around frantically, turns it off.
                         
          It's shaking very intensely but she's wide-eyed now, clearly
          close to being beside herself.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Miini... moh...
                         
          She tries a BIG BUTTON that says-
                         
          A NEW ALARM, followed by a NEW RECORDING, also a warning-
                         
          And with a horrible accent-
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           No hablo chino.
                         
          She keeps searching for the right button.
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Mini... moh...
                         
          And she presses a new one.
                         
          The LIGHTS on the Control Panel GO ON. The cabin makes a humming
          sound as SYSTEMS BEGIN TO ACTIVATE.
                         
          On the control panel lights go on in patterns reminiscent of the
          switchboard in the Soyuz.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay....okay...
                         
          She begins going through the progressions she used on the Soyuz,
          only quicker this time, jabbing button after button.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Good...good...There. And this should
           be...
                         
          She presses one more button and systems turn to green.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay... Houston in the blind...
                         
          She raises her voice to be heard over the GROWING RUMBLE.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           This is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone
           reporting from the Shenzhou. I'm about
           to undock from the Tiangong and I have
           a bad feeling about this mission.
                         
          She presses a new button and the system goes to green. And on
          the MONITOR a COUNTDOWN appears.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Reminds me of a story, Houston--
                         
          She reacts to a bad shake of the cabin.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Okay, you know what, Houston? Never
           mind the story...
                         
          She looks around as the cabin starts shaking even harder.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           It's getting hotter in here.
                         
          She watches the COUNTDOWN on the MONITOR- 3:59... 3:58...
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           The way I figure it, there's only two
                          POSSIBLE OUTCOMES--
                         
          Ryan keeps her eyes fixed on the countdown. Raises her voice to
          compete with the rising chaos...
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I either make it down in one piece and
           I'll have one hell of a story to
           tell...
                         
          And now the noise and the shake are nearing their peak...
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           ...Or I burn up in the next ten
           minutes.
                         
          Ryan smiles, flips the safety lid of a button open.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Whichever way it goes, no harm no
           foul.
                         
          As the cabin RATTLES VIOLENTLY.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Because either way--
                         
          She closes her eyes, puts her finger over the button.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           It'll be one hell of a ride.
                         
          Ryan presses the button.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           I'm ready.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          The Station is bouncing over the atmosphere. One end of it is
          glowing more brightly and catches FIRE.
                         
          The TIDE OF DEBRIS is getting closer. Not far off some pieces
          are already burning.
                         
          A LARGE PIECE OF DEBRIS has caught on fire and is flying at
          great speed and-
                         
          COLLIDES WITH THE STATION,
          Tearing it into two parts, which are sent twisting in opposite
          directions. The ESCAPE POD, attached to the DOCK, is spinning
          towards earth.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          Ryan is SHAKEN and RATTLED in her seat.
                         
                          RYAN
           Yeehaaa!
                         
          GRAVITY is still minimal, but the force of the inertia is rough
          and it jerks her around. She sees-
                         
          A RED LEVER above her, but she can only reach it with her bad
          hand.
                         
                         SHE STRETCHES
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ahhhhhhhh!
                         
          SHE GRABS THE LEVER-
                         
          AND PULLS IT.
                         
                         
          OUTER SPACE.
                         
          THE LOCKS DISENGAGE-
                         
          THE CABIN separates from the rest of the vessel and from the
          Station. It spins away, plummeting toward the atmosphere.
                         
          The two fragments of the Tiangong follow, spinning in a rage of
          sparks and fire.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          The spinning is punishing. Ryan is shaken violently. She is also
          mumbling words to herself that we can't hear. It looks like she
          rambling.
                         
          Some LIGHTS GO OFF.
                         
                         
          ATMOSPHERE. 130 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The capsule's aerodynamics slow down the spinning, positioning
          the vessel nose up.
                         
          It cuts through the atmosphere at incredible speeds.
          Its metal is burning hot.
                         
          Smoldering DEBRIS and the fragments of the STATION chase the
          Shenzhou in its descent.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
                         THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          A blinding light pours in from outside the window.
                         
          The spinning is over, but the cabin vibrates with a loud rumble.
                         
          As the G-Force restrains Ryan against her seat, she clenches her
          face and sweats.
                         
          On the ceiling, condensation begins to form.
                         
                         
          ATMOSPHERE. 120 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The Shenzhou is a ball of fire precipitating from the skies.
                         
          It's followed very closely by DEBRIS and the two fragments of
          the STATION.
                         
          The TWO FRAGMENTS COLLIDE and EXPLODE into a ball of fire that
          breaks into many pieces.
                         
          An avalanche of fire cascades towards the Shenzhou, rapidly
          closing the distance.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          In THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          Outside burning debris is passing by. The gravitational pull
          keeps Ryan tense in her seat as drops fall on her face. She
                         LOOKS AT-
                         
          THE CEILING- where condensation is dripping.
                         
                         
          ATMOSPHERE. 100 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The avalanche is about to swallow the cabin when the burning
          debris disintegrates before reaching the cooling STRATOSPHERE.
                         
          The capsule escapes the inferno as the debris crumbles in a
          final explosion expelling-
                         
          A VERY SMALL PIECE OF DEBRIS that-
          SHOOTS towards the Shenzhou and-
                         
          SKIMS its surface, tearing one of the outer shields.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          The impact is felt inside and a panel falls off. A small smoke
          trail is formed around its wires.
                         
          Ryan is restrained against her seat by the gravitational force
          of the fall and-
                         
          EVERYTHING IS SHAKING.
                         
                         
          LOWER ATMOSPHERE. 70 KM ABOVE EARTH.
                         
          The Shenzhou has left the burning debris behind.
                         
          As it touches the lower atmosphere, it immediately COOLS DOWN,
          dimming its brightness, surrounded by a purple sky.
                         
          It FREEFALLS 9.8 meters per second and-
                         
          A PARACHUTE RELEASES.
                         
          The long fabric comes out and EXPANDS as the air fills the red
          and white canopy. When it's fully open it SLOWS DOWN the cabin's
          descent and lets it glide in a diagonal path over the Earth.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          A BREATH OF RELIEF, as through THE PORTHOLE-
                         
          She sees the ropes of the parachute extend out to the large
          canvas cushioning the fall.
                         
                         
          LOWER ATMOSPHERE. 10 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          A SECOND PARACHUTE expands.
                         
          It slows the fall even further, shifting the cabin into a more
          vertical descent toward the ground that is so close it now seems
          tangible.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          Ryan starts COUGHING.
                         
          The cabin is quickly filling with SMOKE, and-
          The white cloud of smoke overflowing the small space is getting
          thicker.
                         
                         
          LOWER ATMOSPHERE. 1 KM ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The Shenzhou drops, hanging from the parachutes, at a speed of
          thirty kilometers per hour.
                         
          It is surrounded by a blue sky. It passes through a layer of
          clouds.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          She coughs as the white smoke is becoming unbearable. She's
          suffocating.
                         
                         
          LOWER ATMOSPHERE. 100 METERS ABOVE THE EARTH.
                         
          The Shenzhou is rapidly approaching the ground.
                         
          It is falling straight toward a lake. Two meters before hitting
                         ITS SURFACE-
                         
          THE LANDING ENGINES IGNITE, giving the downward thrust meant to
          cushion the landing on a hard surface.
                         
          The thrust parts the water, creating a curtain of steam, and the
          Shenzhou gently falls down-
                         
          INTO THE LAKE-
                         
          Making a wave that spreads out in a circle.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          Ryan feels the cabin hit the water. She has landed safely.
                         
          But she cannot celebrate because she can't stop coughing. She is
          asphyxiating in the thick cloud of smoke.
                         
          She UNSTRAPS herself and-
                         
          Reaches a LEVER at the side of the hatch.
                         
          She PULLS THE LEVER.
          ON THE LAKE.
                         
          With a small controlled explosion, the hatch cover is launched
          away from the cabin.
                         
          Smoke pours out through the open hatch.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          She begins to unstrap herself when-
                         
          WATER POURS IN through the open hatch.
                         
          She tries to make her way out, fighting against the strong
          current that is gushing in, but the flow is too strong and-
                         
          IT PUSHES HER BACK IN.
                         
          She struggles to force her way through the cascade rapidly
          filling the cabin, but it is too strong.
                         
          THE CABIN IS OVERFLOWING.
                         
          The water has reached Ryan's chin when-
                         
          She manages to take ONE LAST DEEP BREATH of air before-
                         
          WATER COMPLETELY FILLS IT.
                         
                         
                         UNDERWATER
                         
          The metallic capsule, which weighs almost three tons, sinks
          quickly into the lake. As the ropes of the parachute tense, the
          long fabric follows the cabin down.
                         
                         
          SHENZHOU ESCAPE POD.
                         
          Air trapped inside Ryan's suit leaks out through the collar and
          small bubbles float up.
                         
          Ryan fights her way to the hatch, and pulling with her good arm,
          she swims out.
                         
                         
          UNDERWATER.
                         
          She pushes herself away from the cabin, swimming away from the
                         POD AS-
                         
          THE SHENZHOU HITS THE LAKE BOTTOM.
          A dark cloud of mud swells up around it.
                         
          Ryan struggles to SWIM UP to the surface, but she can only use
          one arm and the wet suit is DRAGGING HER DOWN.
                         
          She strokes rapidly, but she isn't moving up. Instead-
                         
          SHE'S GOING DOWN, and
                         
          HER FEET SINK INTO THE LAKE BED.
                         
          She looks up and sees-
                         
          The rays of sunlight breaking through the lake's surface are
          eclipsed by the parachute, which floats down toward her like a
          huge jellyfish about to engulf its pray.
                         
          THE FROG crosses in front of her, effortlessly swimming on its
          way to the surface.
                         
          Small bubbles of air come out of Ryan's nose as she struggles to
          open her suit.
                         
          She takes off the BOTTOM PART of the suit.
                         
                         ABOVE HER-
                         
          THE PARACHUTE IS GETTING CLOSER, a net about to trap her.
                         
          She struggles out of the TOP PART of her suit. And squirming out
          from under it-
                         
          She frees herself from the heavy garments and SWIMS UP as-
                         
          THE SINKING PARACHUTE traps her foot and begins dragging her
          down. But with a kick-
                         
          SHE SETS HERSELF FREE, and-
                         
          SHE SWIMS UP, stroking with her good arm. She is completely out
          of breath, only the tiniest bubbles rise from her nose.
                         
          She is about to lose consciousness, when she sees-
                         
          THE FROG swimming ahead of her, sliding smoothly through the
          water toward the rays of sunlight diffracted by the surface.
                         
          Ryan's eyes are closed as she floats up, her body limp. The
          surface is coming closer and closer.
                         
          She reaches the thin boundary between water and air and she come
          out to the-
          SURFACE.
                         
          And she takes an enormous breath.
                         
                          RYAN
           AAAHHHHHH!
                         
          Almost primal, like the first breath of a newborn child, it
          burns her lungs but reclaims life.
                         
          She only has enough strength to keep her face above water. She
          FLOATS, catching her breath and taking long gulps of air.
                         
          She looks up at-
                         
                         THE SKY-
                         
          Where the clouds move, caressed by air and light. And beyond
                         THEM-
                         
          OUTER SPACE, but-
                         
          SHE'S BACK ON EARTH.
                         
          She turns around, and-
                         
          TAKING A DEEP BREATH-
                         
          She SWIMS, breaking through the water and harnessing every last
          bit of energy in her.
                         
          And soon she arrives to the-
                         
                         
          SHALLOW EDGE OF THE LAKE
                         
          She drags herself from the water, like the first amphibious life
          form crawling out of the primordial soup onto land.
                         
          COLLAPSES ON THE SHORE.
                         
          The water laps gently over her, washing in and out around her
          legs.
                         
          SHE LIES with her face against the muddy shore and her eyes
          closed, recovering her strength.
                         
          AND SHE BREATHES.
                         
          SHE BREATHES AIR.
                         
          And as her breath steadies-
                         
          SHE SMILES.
          She pushes her face against the ground, enjoying the sense of
          weight, and-
                         
          SHE OPENS HER EYES.
                         
          Then she looks at her surroundings, taking in the almost
          unbearable beauty of the planet Earth.
                         
          She's breathing deeply and begins to cough.
                         
          It's not a cough, it's a chuckle.
                         
          RYAN IS CRACKING UP.
                         
          Ecstasy overcomes Ryan and-
                         
          Joyful laughter fills her body.
                         
          SHE IS ALIVE.
                         
                          RYAN
           Thank you.
                         
          She PLANTS HER PALMS against the ground and-
                         
          With an effort, she pushes herself up.
                         
          SHE FEELS HER WEIGHT, and manages to rise to her hands and knees
          like a four-legged mammal.
                         
          And she STANDS UP.
                         
          ONE FOOT FALLS heavily on the ground. It sinks into the mud and
                         THEN-
                         
          ANOTHER FOOT.
                         
          Ryan's FEET are solidly planted on the mud.
                         
                          RYAN (CONT'D)
           Ahhhhh!!!
                         
          One foot moves forward and lands on more solid ground, unstable,
          coping with the weight. And then-
                         
          The other foot follows as-
                         
          SHE BEGINS TO WALK ON PLANET EARTH, laughing.
                         
          SHE IS PUNCH DRUNK.
                         
          SHE IS FREE.
                          


Gravity



Writers :   Alfonso Cuaron  Jonas Cuaron
Genres :   Sci-Fi  Thriller


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