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FADE IN:
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1 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - SUNSET 1
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The sky is a shimmering expanse of stars, packed together.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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Memory is a strange thing.
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2 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - SUNSET 2
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A modern home built on the shore with a large deck. The
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skin of the lake is a cloudy mirror.
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LOUISE BANKS stares up at the sky, leaning against the
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deck's railing. Merlot glass in one hand.
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Louise has a clean, timeless look about her; the kind of
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woman who ages gracefully. Short hair.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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It doesn't work like I thought it
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did. We are so bound by time; by
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its order.
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She steps back inside, a little tipsy, smiling.
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3 A2 INT. LAKE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 3
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Stacks of books on shelves and tables. A telescope against
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a glass wall. And dry-erase boards, marked with foreign
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languages. Different colors for different dialects.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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Maybe there's a higher order.
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Mingled here are also dinner plates. Candlelight.
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LOUISE
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Darling, is there any more wine?
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She pauses when a deck light winks on outside. Her eyes
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sparkle when she sees something:
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A question, written on the glass, lit from outdoors.
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"Do you want to make a baby?"
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2.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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I used to think this was the
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beginning of your story.
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Louise goes right to the glass, wanting to touch the
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question with her finger to make sure it's real.
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CLOSE ON HER FACE: From outside looking in, a curious
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circular shadow is thrown from the deck light. But her eyes
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start to water.
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In the background, the bedroom door hangs open and the
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silhouette of a MAN leans against the frame, watching her.
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Louise turns around, smiling again. We know her answer.
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4 INT. MERCY HILL GENERAL HOSPITAL - MORNING 4
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Louise cradles a NEWBORN GIRL in her arms. Her name:
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HANNAH.
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Hannah reaches up.
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Crooks her tiny hand around Louise's finger.
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LATER
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A NURSE starts to take baby Hannah to give Louise some
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rest. Hannah BLEATS and reaches for her mother.
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Louise smiles through the exhaustion and pulls her back.
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LOUISE
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Okay, come back, come back to me --
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5 EXT. LAKE HOUSE YARD - AFTERNOON 5
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Four-year-old HANNAH dressed as a cowgirl.
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On a toy riding horse with wheels for hooves.
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Giggling like she can't stop.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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I remember moments in the middle.
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She pulls both finger-guns, aimed at us.
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HANNAH
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Stick 'em up!
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3.
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6 INT. HANNAH'S ROOM - NIGHT 6
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Eight-year-old Hannah is tucked in bed.
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Said to us as a prayer:
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HANNAH
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I love you.
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7 INT. LAKE HOUSE - NIGHT 7
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Twelve-year-old Hannah glowers at us:
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HANNAH
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I hate you!
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-- and storms into her room.
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8 INT. MERCY HILL GENERAL HOSPITAL - MORNING 8
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Twelve-year-old daughter HANNAH lies, eyes closed.
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Hannah is pale. Her head has been shaved in the last month.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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And this was the end.
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Louise holds her daughter's hand in hers.
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Her thumb traces Hannah's knuckles.
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A life monitor beeps as Hannah's heart stops.
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Hannah's eyes roll up and she sighs her final breath.
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Louise's grip on her daughter tightens. Trembling.
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A Nurse starts to pull Louise away, but she hangs on -- now
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it's mother trying to return to her baby girl --
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LOUISE
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Come back -- come back to me, baby
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Louise is unaware she's crying. Hannah remains motionless.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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4.
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But now I'm not so sure I believe
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in beginnings and endings. There
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are days that define your story
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beyond your life.
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CUT TO BLACK.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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Like the day they arrived.
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9 EXT. SKY - DAY 9
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Storybook blue, patched with cumulous clouds.
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Drifting down to find a tree line in motion.
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Looking into a car on a road.
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10 EXT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY 10
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Louise parks her car end steps out. Her hair is longer
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here, and there's no wedding band on her finger.
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She carries herself like someone who's learned how to be
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alone, handling her briefcase, coffee, keys, etc.
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It's oddly quiet in the garage around her.
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11 EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY 11
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Louise crosses campus. Absorbed in her thoughts.
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Overhead, a pair of F-22 fighters slice across the sky.
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12 EXT. STUDENT CENTER - MOMENTS LATER 12
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Louise passes the campus center.
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A crowd of STUDENTS are huddled around the glass outside
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the student center, looking in at a large TV. The crowd is
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too dense for Louise to see what is on the TV.
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Louise frowns, but keeps going.
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Overhead, a second pair of fighter jets rocket past.
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Louise looks up at the sky. Apprehensive.
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5.
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13 INT. UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM - DAY 13
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Louise enters a classroom, leaving the door open behind
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her. Out in the hall, a couple of STUDENTS run by, but it's
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unclear if they're late for class or it's something worse.
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Louise steps to her desk to unload her briefcase and
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thermos.
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The course name is written on the blackboard behind the
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desk: "Advanced Linguistics" and "Dr. Louise Banks."
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LOUISE
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Good morning, everyone.
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No response. Louise finally looks to the class to discover:
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Only FOUR STUDENTS seated in an otherwise empty classroom.
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LOUISE
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Where is everyone?
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The Grad Students in the room shrug» These are the hardcore
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learners, with their laptops out and textbooks open»
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The class session BELL chimes over the PA. Louise looks
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back at the door, silently considering something, then
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decides:
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LOUISE
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Well, let's get started. Today
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we're talking about Portuguese, and
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why it sounds so different from the
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other Romance languages.
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Louise walks to a MAP of western Europe on a rolling easel,
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parked next to a TV.
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LOUISE
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The story of Portuguese begins with
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the Kingdom of Galicia, in the
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middle ages, where the language was
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seen as an expression of art. The
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way it was written and spoken was
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rooted in aesthetics.
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One Grad Student's phone CHIMES with an alert. Louise
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pauses, thinking what the other Students are thinking --
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LOUISE
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Any news you want to share?
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The Student reading his phone frowns, suddenly nervous.
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GRAD STUDENT WITH SMARTPHONE
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Uhh, Doctor Banks? Can you turn on
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the TV to a news channel?
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Louise grabs her TV remote and turns the set to CNN, to
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reveal AERIAL FOOTAGE from a helicopter, also live, as a
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REPORTER narrates in a near panic:
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REPORTER IN HELI (V.O.)
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Are you seeing this!? Oh dear god
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what is that noise -- WHAT IS IT --
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should we be this close to it?!
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FOOTAGE shows wilderness, where a STRANGE, OBLONG OBJECT
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hovers over the tree line. It absorbs sunlight and its
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dimensions are difficult to grasp -- at times it appears
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almost concave, poised as if to dig into the planet's
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crust.
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Another helicopter edges into view, and suddenly the scale
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of the object is clear: It's the size of a massive
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skyscraper.
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Bumper text at the bottom of the screen reads: "STRANGE
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CRAFT IN MONTANA"
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Amid the WHUFF of the helicopter, a reporter on location is
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shouting in a voice on verge of a nervous breakdown:
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The audio cuts out and an ANCHORWOMAN takes over. Cutting
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to the studio where she pulls her attention to the camera:
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ANCHORWOMAN
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The object, uh, apparently touched
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down forty minutes ago just north
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of I-94, we're, we're waiting to
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hear if this is perhaps an
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experimental vessel or --
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She looks for help off-camera and they cut to:
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MORE FOOTAGE, closer to the ground. The oblong ship is
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immense. And seemingly without creases or windows.
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ANCHORWOMAN (V.O.)
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Hold on, it -- I'm learning that
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more objects like this have landed
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in as many as eight other locations
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around the world. We're waiting for
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confirmation -- yes? Can we--? Okay
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7.
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New footage: a live feed in Japan. An identical CONCAVE
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SHIP is parked above a stadium lot.
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ANCHORWOMAN (V.O.)
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This is from a site in Hokkaido!
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The Grad Students all stare in silent horror at the
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footage.
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One of them stands up and gathers his stuff, ready to
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leave. But he only gets as far as standing up. Unsure what
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to do next; where to run to.
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ANCHORMAN (V.O.)
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(panicked)
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This is worldwide, it is happening
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right now! We don't-- do we know
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where they came from?
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A campus SIREN spins up; the kind used for tornado
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warnings.
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The STUDENTS now start to get their materials together, to
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leave. Louise snaps out of her shock, and with authority:
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LOUISE
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Okay, yes, let's go. Class over.
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14 EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - MOMENTS LATER 14
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Louise joins a FLOCK of people on campus hurrying to the
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parking structures. Nearly everyone keeps looking up from
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time to time. The SIREN is louder here.
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Anothe pair of FIGHTER JETS fly overhead.
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15 EXT. UNIVERSITY PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY 15
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Louise gets to her sedan, climbs inside, windows down. Her
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satellite radio plays as she powers the car --
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PRESS SECRETARY (V.O.)
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But for now we're simply asking for
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cooperation while authorities
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assess the object. Until further
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notice, the site is a no-fly zone.
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From the street: Sounds of a car accident. It startles her.
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REPORTER (V.O.)
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8.
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So you're saying it's not ours? Do
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you know if it's even from Earth?
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Louise opens her door and steps out again, to look down at:
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The wreck below. The aftermath. The two DRIVERS panicked
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and on edge but uninjured.
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PRESS SECRETARY (V.O.)
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We're still collecting information,
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coordinating with other nations.
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We're not the only ones with one of
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these in our back yard.
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Louise returns to her car and straps herself in.
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REPORTER (V.O.)
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If this is some sort of peaceful
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first contact, why send twelve? Why
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not just one?
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She backs out, tires yelping at her quick getaway.
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16 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - EVENING 16
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Her sedan pulls up at the lake house from the opener.
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17 INT. LAKE HOUSE - FRONT ENTRY - EVENING 17
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Louise enters with her cell phone to her ear, carrying her
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valise.
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LOUISE
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(into phone)
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I don't know, Mom, I'm listening to
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the same news coverage.
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(beat)
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Don't -- Mom, don't bother with
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that channel, how many times do I
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have to tell you not to pay
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attention to those idiots?
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(beat)
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All right then.
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18 INT. LAKE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 18
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Traversing a hallway to bedrooms. Louise pulls her shoes
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off by the heel, switching hands with the phone as she
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goes.
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9.
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LOUISE
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Do I sound worried? Exactly.
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Louise pauses at an open bedroom door halfway down the
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hall.
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LOUISE
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Me? Oh, you know. The same.
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There's a tiredness in her answer. Like she's been down
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this road with her mother before.
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19 INT. SPARE BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 19
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An empty room, save for a couple of stray book boxes and a
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neglected stationary bike in the corner.
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Louise surveys the room from the door.
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LOUISE
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I'm fine, Mom.
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(not really)
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Okay, call me later.
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She disconnects the call and leans against the door frame.
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Staring into the empty room with a quiet sadness.
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Finally, having come to some decision, she pushes off
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again.
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20 INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER 20
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Louise, alone, on the couch. Half a bottle of wine left.
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The place is furnished nicely, but there are telltale signs
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of a single occupant in a larger space. No family photos.
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A recliner by the couch has become a surrogate bookshelf.
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TV is on. More coverage of the alien landing.
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CNN REPORTER (V.O.)
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-- and at around eight hours after
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landing, there are still no signs
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of what might be called 'first
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contact.' The objects measure at
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least fifteen hundred feet tall --
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Changing channel. Footage changes to a snowy tundra where
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another UFO has landed and flattened a section of fence
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line.
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This is a foreign channel. Louise gets international
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stations. The anchor speaks in Russian.
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New channel: Another SHIP, hovering over the ocean.
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AERIAL COVERAGE: Fleets from three different nations
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threaten each other for possession of the massive UFO.
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NETWORK REPORTER (V.O.)
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-- none of whom can claim because
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this 'object' as it's being called
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is actually hovering over
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international waters. One Iranian
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cruiser has fired across the bow of
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the Indian fleet --
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Louise changes the channel.
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Finding: The press room in the west wing of the White
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House.
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PRESS SECRETARY
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We have to entertain the idea that,
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if it is a kind of vessel, it may
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be unmanned. Regardless, we have a
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protocol for scenarios like this --
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The word "protocol" instantly sours Louise to the news. She
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mutes the TV and shuffles off to her bedroom --
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21 INT. LOUISE'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 21
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-- picks up a remote off a nightstand and turns on a TV
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facing her bed. More news, the volume low.
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22 INT. LOUISE'S BEDROOM - MORNING 22
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Louise is asleep in bed. The covers are a mess. She's
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spooning extra pillows as if they were a bedfellow.
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Louise wakes with a start, as if from a dream.
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23 EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - MORNING 23
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Louise returns to work.
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11.
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The campus is empty. Two STUDENTS hurry between buildings.
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Louise passes the student center.
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It's too quiet.
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24 INT. UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM - MORNING 24
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Louise enters her classroom. No one has showed up.
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25 INT. LOUISE'S OFFICE - DAY 25
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A cramped office with a window looking out on the city.
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Sirens wail in the distance.
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Louise has barely decorated the place. It's the sign of
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someone untethered from the world. Closed off. She sits at
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her desk, grading papers. Streaming video news coverage
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plays on her computer.
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ANCHORWOMAN (V.O.)
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Forty-eight hours later, and still
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no further developments from the
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sites of the twelve UFOs. Borders
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are closed and flights --
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COLONEL WEBER (O.S.)
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Two days and already the public
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expects us to know the answers.
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Louise turns to see the source of the voice at her office
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door. COLONEL WEBER (50s) wears civilian clothing but his
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body language screams career military. Callused hands,
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sharp eyes, rigid posture.
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He steps in and reaches to her computer, powering off the
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speakers. Behind him, two large MEN stand guard in the
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hall.
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LOUISE
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Who are you?
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Weber has his I.D. ready; shows it to her.
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COLONEL WEBER
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I'm Colonel G.T. Weber. You and I
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never formally met but two years
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ago you did some Farsi translation
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for Army Intelligence.
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LOUISE
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12.
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I remember. Alan Boudreau hired me.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Alan works for me. You made quick
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work of those insurgent videos.
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Louise crosses her arms. He's touched a nerve.
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LOUISE
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You made quick work of those
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insurgents.
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COLONEL WEBER
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You have another two years on your
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SSBI so you still have top secret
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clearance. That's why I'm in your
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office, and not at Berkeley.
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LOUISE
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Okay --
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COLONEL WEBER
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I need you to translate something
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for me.
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As one of the men guarding the door shuts it, giving them
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total privacy, Colonel Weber places a pocket-sized digital
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recorder on Louise's desk.
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He hits PLAY. White noise, shuffling. Then murmured talk,
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and:
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MAN'S VOICE
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(on recorder)
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Why are you here?
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In response: A SERIES OF SOUNDS that have no Earthly
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comparison. An audio mixture of organic clicks, rushing
|
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water, whispers, and low-octave moaning.
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MAN'S VOICE
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(on recorder)
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Can you understand us?
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Almost immediately, the SOUNDS return, this time slightly
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different. The bass tone is lower. The whispers raspy.
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Louise listens, rapt. As if she's waking up from a long
|
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sleep. She leans in.
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Weber studies her face while she listens.
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MAN'S VOICE
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13.
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(on recorder)
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Where did you come from?
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Before an answer is heard, Weber stops playback and takes
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back the recorder.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Well? What do you make of it?
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LOUISE
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Is that --
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COLONEL WEBER
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Yes.
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The weight of his answer settles on Louise. Beat.
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LOUISE
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How many?
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COLONEL WEBER
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How many what?
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LOUISE
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How many of them were speaking?
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Weber raises an eyebrow at her but answers.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Two. Assume they were not speaking
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at the same time.
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LOUISE
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Are you sure? Do they have mouths?
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COLONEL WEBER
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Keep your focus on the sounds.
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Weber replays a portion of the recording. The alien VOICE
|
|
sounds even stranger a second time.
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COLONEL WEBER
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What would be your approach to
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translating this? Does any of it
|
|
sound like words to you? Phrases?
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LOUISE
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I don't know.
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COLONEL WEBER
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(said not as a question)
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What can you tell me.
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14.
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LOUISE
|
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I can tell you it's impossible to
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translate this from an audio file.
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To do this right, I need to be
|
|
there. Interacting with them.
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|
Weber bristles at this.
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COLONEL WEBER
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You didn't need that for the Farsi
|
|
translations.
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LOUISE
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It was Burushaski, not Farsi, and I
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|
didn't need it because I already
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knew the language. This --
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(points at recorder)
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This is a whole new ball game.
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COLONEL WEBER
|
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I know what you're doing.
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LOUISE
|
|
Tell me what I'm doing.
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|
COLONEL WEBER
|
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I'm not taking you to Montana. It's
|
|
all I can do to keep it from
|
|
becoming a tourist site for anyone
|
|
with TS clearance.
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|
LOUISE
|
|
I'm just telling you what it will
|
|
take to do this job.
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COLONEL WEBER
|
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We will set up a safe room at a
|
|
facility here in town where you can
|
|
observe video of the conversations
|
|
in real-time. I'll put you on the
|
|
line with our team at the site.
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|
|
LOUISE
|
|
No.
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COLONEL WEBER
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|
(beat)
|
|
What do you mean, 'no'?
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LOUISE
|
|
It won't work that way.
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COLONEL WEBER
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15.
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You'll make it work.
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|
Her patience wears thin.
|
|
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|
LOUISE
|
|
Have they spoken to us in English?
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|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
No.
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|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Have they played back any of our
|
|
media, or given you any indication
|
|
they understand us?
|
|
|
|
Weber doesn't have a reply for this. His eyes shift.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
So in order for this to work, I
|
|
might have to teach them English.
|
|
The basics. Nouns, verbs. I can't
|
|
do that remotely. I have to be in
|
|
the room with them.
|
|
|
|
Weber and Louise stare down.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
There is one opportunity here, and
|
|
that is to study them remotely. If
|
|
I leave here, your chance is gone.
|
|
|
|
Weber turns to leave.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Colonel -- You mentioned Berkeley.
|
|
You going to ask Danvers next?
|
|
|
|
Weber pauses at the door.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Maybe, why?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Before you commit to him, ask him
|
|
the Sanskrit word for "war" and its
|
|
translation.
|
|
|
|
She grins at him.
|
|
|
|
Weber exits. After he leaves, her grin fades.
|
|
|
|
|
|
26 INT. LOUISE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 26
|
|
16.
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|
|
|
|
|
Louise is asleep in her bed. Again with the formation of
|
|
pillows around her.
|
|
|
|
She wakes to a rhythmic thumping. Low; dull. Her hand goes
|
|
to her heart. It's not her heart.
|
|
|
|
From her bedroom window: A distant flying object vaguely
|
|
like a helicopter. One thing is clear: it's on fast
|
|
approach. As it gets closer, treetops bend and leaves
|
|
scatter.
|
|
|
|
|
|
27 INT. LOUISE'S LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 27
|
|
|
|
Dressed in a bathrobe, Louise crosses to the front windows
|
|
looking out on her wide, flat front yard.
|
|
|
|
SPOTLIGHTS shine into her house, STROBES pop. We are so
|
|
used to how a helicopter sounds, but this is different. The
|
|
engine noises, the rotors -- it's more muscular;
|
|
threatening.
|
|
|
|
The lights finally dim to reveal: A Sikorsky UH-60
|
|
Blackhawk has touched down on the lawn. The passenger door
|
|
is open, slid back to reveal someone riding in the rear
|
|
compartment.
|
|
|
|
Her doorbell rings. Louise answers it.
|
|
|
|
Weber stands at the door, now in military uniform.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Good morning.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Colonel?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Gavisti.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That's the word. But what did
|
|
Danvers say it means in Sanskrit?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
He said it means an argument. What
|
|
does it really mean?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"A desire for more cows."
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Pack your bags.
|
|
17.
|
|
|
|
|
|
It hits Louise: She got the job.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
All right. Give me twenty minutes.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You have ten.
|
|
|
|
Louise glares at Weber for just a moment, then dashes off
|
|
to her bedroom.
|
|
|
|
|
|
28 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - PRE-DAWN 28
|
|
|
|
Louise (now dressed and carrying an overnight bag) hurries
|
|
for the Blackhawk. The rotor blades flatten the grass on
|
|
her lawn and pull at Louise's coat.
|
|
|
|
Weber helps Louise inside and then shuts the door.
|
|
|
|
The helicopter rises immediately.
|
|
|
|
|
|
29 INT. BLACKHAWK HELICOPTER - PRE-DAWN 29
|
|
|
|
Louise drops into a bench seat still holding her bag. As
|
|
she buckles in:
|
|
|
|
IAN (O.S.)
|
|
Language is the foundation of
|
|
civilization.
|
|
|
|
Across from her: IAN DONNELLY (late 30s), Oxford shirt,
|
|
wild hair, fierce eyes, and a smile in the corner of his
|
|
mouth that makes it hard to tell what he's thinking.
|
|
|
|
Ian holds a book. He's reading from it.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Pardon?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
"It is the glue that holds a people
|
|
together, and it is the first
|
|
weapon drawn in a conflict."
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Louise, this is Ian Donnelly.
|
|
|
|
Neither Louise nor Ian offer to shake hands. They study one
|
|
another as they talk.
|
|
18.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That's quite a greeting.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
You wrote it.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It's the kind of thing you write as
|
|
a preface. Dazzle them with basics.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
It's good. Even if it's wrong.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Wrong?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
The cornerstone of civilization
|
|
isn't language. It's science.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Ian is a theoretical physicist from
|
|
Los Alamos. He is the man with the
|
|
questions. You will be reporting to
|
|
me but you'11 be working with him
|
|
when you're in the shell.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
The shell?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
That's what they're calling the
|
|
UFO.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Priority one: What do they want,
|
|
where are they from?
|
|
|
|
Weber speaks them as orders. Ian thinks it's a
|
|
conversation.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Yes, but beyond that: How did they
|
|
get here? Are they capable of
|
|
faster-than-light travel?
|
|
|
|
Ian pulls a Moleskine notebook from his pocket, excited to
|
|
share from it --
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I've prepared a list of questions,
|
|
starting with some "handshake"
|
|
binary sequences --
|
|
19.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How about we just talk to them
|
|
first? Before we start throwing
|
|
math problems at them.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Thus is why you're both here.
|
|
|
|
Ian nods as he puts his notebook up, but it's clear he's
|
|
anxious to get past the small talk and on to the big ideas.
|
|
|
|
|
|
30 EXT. MONTANA LANDING SITE - DAWN 30
|
|
|
|
Wide angle on approach. A mile out. Roads and highways are
|
|
crowded with traffic, up against military blockades.
|
|
|
|
In the distance: The ALIEN SHIP, in silhouette behind the
|
|
rising egg-yolk sun.
|
|
|
|
The ship dwarfs the wilderness around it and stands out
|
|
like a massive, strange edifice that would seem ancient
|
|
were it not hovering over the ground.
|
|
|
|
At this distance, a low TONE starts to resonate in
|
|
everyone's sternum. The Blackhawk lances over the treeline.
|
|
|
|
|
|
31 INT. BLACKHAWK HELICOPTER - MORNING 31
|
|
|
|
LOUISE'S POV: The alien ship towers over the field. It
|
|
seems impossibly balanced, as if it could tip over and
|
|
crush everyone at any time.
|
|
|
|
A mile away, a series of tents have been erected. Up close
|
|
the ship looks majestic; ominous.
|
|
|
|
|
|
32 INT. BLACKHAWK - CONTINUOUS 32
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian stare out the side window at the ship.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Every thirteen hours a sort of door
|
|
opens up, at the base. That's where
|
|
we go in.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How many of us are here?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
20.
|
|
|
|
|
|
You're the only scientists going
|
|
in. But you both have a team here -
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
A team? What kind of team?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Mostly NSA. Cryptanalysts, a couple
|
|
of signal processing experts --
|
|
|
|
A phone handset's cradle lights up by Weber. He answers it.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(sotto, to Ian)
|
|
When's the next meeting?
|
|
|
|
Ian shrugs -- he just got here. He's busy making a SKETCH
|
|
of the ship in his notebook. His notebook is a tiny library
|
|
of all his thoughts and ideas.
|
|
|
|
Weber hangs up.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
We'll need to hurry you through.
|
|
|
|
|
|
33 EXT. HELIPAD - MOMENTS LATER 33
|
|
|
|
Colonel Weber, Ian, and Louise are escorted out of the
|
|
helicopter and into base camp. The camp is divided into two
|
|
clusters of tents/buildings: OPERATIONS and SCIENCE.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS (barely 30, disciplined; a man of rules)
|
|
meets Weber and updates him as they walk:
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Materials team called in with some
|
|
early analysis.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Tell me.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Normally you find three or four
|
|
elements in base material. Humans
|
|
have eleven. That thing is made of
|
|
every single element known to us
|
|
plus a dozen we've never seen.
|
|
|
|
Weber frowns, worried. But Ian has the opposite reaction:
|
|
His face lights up in wonderment, and a hundred questions
|
|
pile up in his mind but then --
|
|
21.
|
|
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
All right. Take these two to
|
|
Kettler.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Yessir.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
(to Ian and Louise)
|
|
You will follow this man to
|
|
medical. The procedure should take
|
|
just a few minutes.
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian keep up with the Captain's brisk march.
|
|
|
|
A Medevac helicopter powers up on a pad nearby. Someone is
|
|
strapped to a gurney inside, flanked by two Paramedics.
|
|
|
|
Ian notices. So does Louise. They exchange looks.
|
|
|
|
|
|
34 EXT. TENT COMPLEX - MOMENTS LATER 34
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks leads them to a large tent.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks back at the ship for a moment. Nervous.
|
|
|
|
Behind her, Ian looks back at it too. Curious.
|
|
|
|
|
|
35 INT. MEDICAL TENT - MOMENTS LATER 35
|
|
|
|
A staff of military medical personnel are busy testing new
|
|
diagnostic equipment.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks opens a flap into a room where we find a man
|
|
in scrubs with a tray of hypodermics. This is DR. KETTLER;
|
|
professorial, even-toned voice, but a predator's eyes.
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Louise Banks and Ian Donnelly?
|
|
|
|
Louise nods. Kettler gestures to two plastic chairs. They
|
|
sit, while he prepares a syringe with a vial attached.
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
When is the last time either of you
|
|
have eaten?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Last night.
|
|
22.
|
|
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Same.
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
When is the last time you did
|
|
something stressful?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Does right now count?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Who was being carted off on the
|
|
medevac?
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Not everyone is wired for what
|
|
you're about to do. Our brains
|
|
aren't always able to process
|
|
experiences like this.
|
|
(then)
|
|
I'm going to get some blood from
|
|
you, and give you an immunization
|
|
dose that covers a battery of
|
|
bacterial threats. Roll up your
|
|
sleeves, please.
|
|
|
|
Ian begins rolling up his Oxford shirt sleeve. Louise
|
|
notices Ian is complying, then follows suit.
|
|
|
|
Kettler moves his tray over and wraps a band around
|
|
Louise's arm, just above her elbow. As he draws blood:
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
The booster is a kick to your
|
|
system, so you might feel some side
|
|
effects. Nausea. Dizziness.
|
|
Headaches. A ringing in your ear
|
|
like you have Tinnitus.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks over at Ian to share a look of: Do you believe
|
|
what Kettler just said?
|
|
|
|
But Ian is staring out a window at the big ship.
|
|
|
|
|
|
36 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - INTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 36
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise enter this tent that serves as the nerve
|
|
center of base camp. The room is fitted with dozens of
|
|
flatscreens, each one monitoring activity of a landing site
|
|
in some other part of the world.
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST (O.S.)
|
|
23.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Honestly they've been mostly quiet
|
|
so far. And by the time we start to
|
|
make any real progress, it's over,
|
|
and we're out the door again.
|
|
|
|
Weber is waiting for them, now in full uniform. Behind him:
|
|
a large white board.
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST (O.S.)
|
|
We're trying to reduce our setup
|
|
time, maybe limit the diagnostic
|
|
gear so we can focus more on our
|
|
friends across the glass.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN (O.S.)
|
|
How long are your sessions?
|
|
|
|
On the white board: Twelve columns, with labels of
|
|
countries. CHINA / GREENLAND /RUSSIA 1 (SIBERIA) / RUSSIA 2
|
|
(BLACK SEA) / JAPAN / UNITED STATES / SUDAN / VENEZUELA /
|
|
SIERRA LEONE / WALES / PAKISTAN / INDIAN OCEAN.
|
|
|
|
Information is written under the columns, and spy satellite
|
|
plus location photos are peppered throughout. It shows what
|
|
every country is doing at their separate sites.
|
|
|
|
Standing at a MONITOR is a MAN in a suit and tie. Arms
|
|
crossed over his chest. This is AGENT HALPERN: All
|
|
business. His job is international relations.
|
|
|
|
On the monitor is an AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST talking via VTC.
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST
|
|
The barometer readings don't
|
|
change, but like clockwork, after
|
|
forty-six minutes and two seconds
|
|
the gravity slowly shifts to slide
|
|
us out of the room. Like we're
|
|
insects on a piece of paper and
|
|
they're easing us out of the house.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Is there a scientific explanation
|
|
for it? Like, is it for them?
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST
|
|
We think it's for us. The air
|
|
doesn't seem to circulate in the
|
|
chamber, so after about an hour
|
|
we'd run out of oxygen.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
24.
|
|
|
|
|
|
But it doesn't take thirteen hours
|
|
to pump fresh air into that room.
|
|
|
|
IAN (O.S.)
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Atmosphere.
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AGENT HALPERN
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Excuse me?
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IAN
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If their atmosphere is different
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from Earth, it could take them
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hours to re-balance the oh-two
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content and pressure for us every
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time they open their door.
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AGENT HALPERN
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So, you're saying they could
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suffocate us if they wanted.
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Weber guides Ian away from Halpern and the monitors, back
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toward the way out of the tent.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Remember: We need answers as soon
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as possible. Why they are here.
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What they want, what they will give
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us. This is the priority.
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IAN
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Have they responded to anything?
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Numbers? Shapes? Fibonnacci?
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COLONEL WEBER
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We can't tell what they're saying
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when they respond to "hello." So
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don't get ahead of yourselves.
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Louise frowns as a new question occurs to her.
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LOUISE
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What have you figured out?
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37 INT. SCIENCE TENT - MOMENTS LATER 37
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On the other side of basecamp: Communications. Weber pulls
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back the flap and Louise enters, Ian trailing behind her.
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25.
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Inside: A dozen MEN AND WOMEN work at computer stations
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with large monitors and at an oversized white board. The
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monitors all display the same kind of data: audio
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recordings, visually bouncing and fluctuating as the alien
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VOICES speak.
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Some of the members approach to shake Louise's hand, and AD
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LIB their greetings before returning to analysis work.
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A few of them remain at their stations, headphones on.
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COLONEL WEBER
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We're just getting started.
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Stepping back, Louise asks Weber:
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LOUISE
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Why not send them in?
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COLONEL WEBER
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(beat)
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Honestly, they all prefer to stay
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out here.
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Suddenly, a low, deep bass TONE vibrates the tent. A pen
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falls off a desk. A TECH grabs his coffee mug. The tent-
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ties CLATTER against the support poles. It's terrifying.
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COLONEL WEBER
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That's our ten-minute warning.
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38 INT. "CLEAN ROOM" - DAY 38
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A miniature Silkwood. Contained showers. Dressing areas.
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Full HAZMAT suits hang on a wall.
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Captain Marks brings Ian and Louise in. They each have
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cotton swabs taped to their elbows now.
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CAPTAIN MARKS
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Climb into these. I'll help you
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with the helmet seals.
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IAN
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What kind of radiation exposure are
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we walking into?
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CAPTAIN MARKS
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Nominal. These are just for safety.
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LOUISE
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26.
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Is there physical contact with the,
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the -- am I the only one who has
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trouble saying "aliens"?
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IAN
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No.
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CAPTAIN MARKS
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There's a wall. Like a glass wall.
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You can't get to them.
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IAN
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What do they look like?
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A flashing light winks over the exit door.
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Captain Marks claps his hands: Let's go.
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On Louise, wanting to get off this ride, but she follows --
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39 EXT. BASE CAMP - DAY 39
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The Shell looms in the distance, at the other end of a
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mile-long "road" formed in the grass from all the back-and-
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|
forth.
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A dusty PICKUP TRUCK waits for them, its tailgate down, a
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step ladder planted at its lip.
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|
A second TRUCK is already on the road, its bed loaded with
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gear and two SCIENCE TECHS in similar moonsuits.
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Nearby, two DRONE OPERATORS launch a surveillance drone
|
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into the air, which then flies ahead of the trucks, toward
|
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the shell. Leading the way.
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|
Louise and Ian are led into their pickup truck. Bench
|
|
seating has been set up, but it all feels a bit cobbled
|
|
together.
|
|
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|
Weber (in his suit and mask) nods at a LIEUTENANT who locks
|
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the tailgate into place for them and slaps the truck:
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They're good to go.
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The truck starts for the Shell.
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|
Louise stares at it with wide eyes. Soon, the sun eclipses
|
|
the ship and the whole truck succumbs to shadow.
|
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|
HIGH ANGLE: From a perch above the Shell: the two tiny
|
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trucks slow as they arrive underneath it.
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27.
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40 EXT. "THE SHELL" - MOMENTS LATER 40
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The craft is even more intimidating close-up. Its surface
|
|
on the undercarriage portion seems to absorb light.
|
|
|
|
It's also floating twenty or so feet overhead.
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|
|
|
Louise and Ian join a small contingent of MILITARY
|
|
PERSONNEL also in HAZMAT suits, all attending crates of
|
|
specialty gear. One of them gestures at:
|
|
|
|
A SCISSOR LIFT parked directly under the Shell. Nearby, a
|
|
second "backup" scissor lift sits parked.
|
|
|
|
She follows Weber, Marks, and two other Science Techs (a
|
|
total of 6). Her breath is loud in her helmet. She's
|
|
shaking.
|
|
|
|
They step onto the Scissor Lift.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks pounds a button and they start to elevate.
|
|
|
|
A safety CHAIN hooked to the guard rail on the lift RATTLES
|
|
incessantly. Louise notices it. Looks up again.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It's just hovering --
|
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|
IAN
|
|
They probably traveled millions of
|
|
light years, they couldn't go an
|
|
extra twenty feet?
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|
|
|
Said with a grin, but no one laughs.
|
|
|
|
The lift is now so close overhead, they can reach up and
|
|
touch it. The two TECHS do just that — feeling the surface
|
|
for some purchase or change. But it's so dark, there's no
|
|
real sense of dimension here.
|
|
|
|
Ian tries, too. And suddenly they're all reaching, feeling.
|
|
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|
IAN'S GLOVED HAND curls into something. An edge. A hole
|
|
that can't be seen on the surface.
|
|
|
|
It widens, as marked by his hand. Opening like a mouth to
|
|
accept the lift inside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
41 INT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 41
|
|
28.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Looking down from within the tunnel: Flashlights clack ON
|
|
among the team, pointed up, seeking a sense of destination.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Is this how it always goes?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Yes.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
This is the easy part. Our job was
|
|
recon. Now it's your job.
|
|
|
|
This does nothing to comfort Louise.
|
|
|
|
Above: A distant, indiscernible light.
|
|
|
|
Ian studies the surface of the tunnel as they ascend,
|
|
moving his flashlight beam over it. In the light's edge, it
|
|
seems perfectly smooth, but in the full beam there's a
|
|
texture.
|
|
|
|
The lift stops. One of the Techs cracks a GLOWSTICK and
|
|
throws it straight up.
|
|
|
|
Louise watches it arc up then veer to one wall, bounce and
|
|
then it settles AGAINST THE WALL. Without falling.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Here's where it starts to get
|
|
strange.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
"Starts?"
|
|
|
|
Everyone in the lift rises maybe an inch, like balloons.
|
|
Several of them immediately grab hold of the railing.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks down at her HAZ-MAT boots. Noticing the lower
|
|
gravity here. How easy it would be to float away.
|
|
|
|
That's just what TECH 1 and TECH 2 do -- they grab their
|
|
gear, bend at the knees, and then launch upward in a
|
|
floaty, slow-motion leap --
|
|
|
|
Ian lets out a spontaneous little LAUGH as he sees them go,
|
|
slowly righting themselves to the shift in gravity until
|
|
they're both standing next to the glowstick.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks follows, like it's nothing; like it's a
|
|
commute to a job.
|
|
29.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ian looks to Louise, as if they're both at the top of a
|
|
ride in a theme park and he's looking to see if she goes
|
|
first.
|
|
|
|
She's terrified. So he jumps.
|
|
|
|
Ian lands gently, maybe twenty feet up. He looks down at
|
|
them, opens his mouth to say something, can't figure out an
|
|
answer, so instead he turns to face the "top" of the
|
|
tunnel.
|
|
|
|
And he slowly walks after the Techs. The light-and-dark in
|
|
the tunnel casts eerie reflections on his mask.
|
|
|
|
All that's left is Louise and Weber. He can hear her
|
|
breathing shallow inside her suit.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
This. I don't. I don't know if.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
All right. It's okay.
|
|
|
|
He holds onto her. Firm. Calm. Wise.
|
|
|
|
And then he launches them both.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks up, wide-eyed, fearful she's breaking the laws
|
|
of physics, but tucked in next to Weber --
|
|
|
|
They "swim" toward the others, leaving the lift behind --
|
|
|
|
And then they come to rest on the wall/floor of the tunnel.
|
|
|
|
Louise finds her footing. And her breath. And they walk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
42 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS 42
|
|
|
|
The chamber has no hard corners or edges. Vaguely
|
|
rectangular.
|
|
|
|
The room is bisected by a semi-transparent wall. The wall
|
|
can be seen through, but it renders the other side milky
|
|
and foggy -- it's uncertain if the atmosphere on that side
|
|
is some sort of gas, or if the barrier just makes it seem
|
|
so.
|
|
|
|
The TECHS with Weber and Marks quickly set up an arsenal of
|
|
video, audio, and other recording equipment to face this
|
|
glass-like partition. Chemical sniffers. IR and UV cameras.
|
|
Barometers. And most disturbingly, an old-tech detection
|
|
tool among the high-tech: A CANARY IN A CAGE.
|
|
30.
|
|
|
|
|
|
On the other side, the room seems empty.
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian are speechless. Their breathing is loud in
|
|
their ears. Colonel Weber steps up to them.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What happens now?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
They arrive.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
And you've always worn this gear?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
The suits? Yes.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
So they haven't really seen what we
|
|
look like.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What are you getting at?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Context.
|
|
|
|
Comparative data streams on the Techs' small monitors. They
|
|
speak quietly into their headset mics behind the group:
|
|
|
|
ENVIRONMENTAL TECH 1
|
|
Barometric down two point one.
|
|
|
|
ENVIRONMENTAL TECH 2
|
|
No change in temperature.
|
|
|
|
A sound from the other end of the room quiets everyone.
|
|
They look to the wall, squinting into the haze --
|
|
|
|
TWO ALIEN FIGURES enter the room, and cause a breathtaking
|
|
silence.
|
|
|
|
They move in a foggy silhouette, making it impossible to
|
|
see much detail. They appear quadropedal with several
|
|
appendages along the torso that serve as arms. The arms are
|
|
spread equally around their bodies like spokes of a wheel.
|
|
|
|
One seems a bit shorter and stouter than the other.
|
|
Otherwise, their forms in the blurry mist are the same.
|
|
31.
|
|
|
|
|
|
As they approach their podium, the forms undulate in ways
|
|
that make them seem like deep-water fish. There is no hint
|
|
of cavitation around them, yet the aliens move in a way
|
|
best described as "swimming."
|
|
|
|
The silhouettes settle behind the raised podium.
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian stare in awe of the creatures. Louise
|
|
tenses, realizing she's leading the session. Ian is the
|
|
only one in the group smiling and nodding to himself,
|
|
coolly confident. This is right where he's supposed to be.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You're up, Doctor Banks.
|
|
|
|
Louise tries to control her breathing.
|
|
|
|
Shrouded in the mist beyond the glass, the aliens stare
|
|
back.
|
|
|
|
ENVIRONMENTAL TECH 1
|
|
(quietly)
|
|
Oxygen level dipping, point three.
|
|
|
|
ENVIRONMENTAL TECH 2
|
|
(quietly)
|
|
Gravity stable inside the chamber.
|
|
|
|
Ian squints his eyes and leans in.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Seven? Seven arms?
|
|
(to Louise)
|
|
Are those arms?
|
|
|
|
Louise steps forward. Hesitant. Close to the boundary.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hello.
|
|
|
|
Beat. No reaction. The vague alien forms stand and wait.
|
|
They are a good head taller than Louise.
|
|
|
|
She clears her throat. Still on the verge of an overload of
|
|
shock and stress.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hello.
|
|
|
|
The blurry shapes seem to undulate, but it's unclear if
|
|
they are moving or if there is some distortion in the
|
|
partition between their space and Louise's.
|
|
32.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Louise gestures at them, looking for some possible gesture
|
|
in response:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hello. Can you hear me?
|
|
(then)
|
|
Can you hear --
|
|
|
|
She's interrupted by a sudden LOW NOISE from the other
|
|
side. Followed by a strange endcap: Flutter-tone.
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise both jump at the sounds, startled.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(to Weber)
|
|
Is this what they do?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Sometimes.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
What does it mean?
|
|
|
|
Louise looks to Ian, terrified at her own answer:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I don't know.
|
|
|
|
The alien forms wait. Two "arms" on one of them flex and
|
|
relax again, seemingly random.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
If we can just -- establish a
|
|
common form of communication, maybe
|
|
speech isn't the—
|
|
|
|
She gestures at them again. No reaction.
|
|
|
|
ENVIRONMENTAL TECH 1
|
|
(sotto)
|
|
Thirty-two minutes remaining.
|
|
|
|
TIGHT ON Louise, trying to figure her next move, with
|
|
everyone waiting on her. Panic rising.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER (O.S.)
|
|
Doctor Banks --
|
|
|
|
|
|
43 INT. "CLEAN ROOM" - DAY 43
|
|
|
|
Louise takes off her suit's mask and gulps in air. Her eyes
|
|
are red from nervous tears. She looks physically drained.
|
|
33.
|
|
|
|
|
|
She pulls off a glove and notices tremors in her hand.
|
|
|
|
Ian strides in and begins shedding his suit. She watches
|
|
him. Hears him softly laughing to himself.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Ian --
|
|
|
|
Ian faces her, his hair wild and his eyes wilder.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Can you believe it? It's just --
|
|
|
|
He shakes his head and laughs again, but Louise detects
|
|
manic in his voice now.
|
|
|
|
Ian moves suddenly for the bathroom stall behind a divider.
|
|
Louise hears him vomit into the toilet.
|
|
|
|
Colonel Weber steps in, pulling off his helmet. Oxygen
|
|
escapes with a soft hiss. He and Louise make eye contact.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
So. Am I fired?
|
|
|
|
Weber sits down opposite Louise.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You did better than the last guy.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That doesn't make me feel better.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Well, you got until 1900 hours to
|
|
figure something out.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What happens then?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You go back in.
|
|
|
|
Weber stands up to peel out of his suit.
|
|
|
|
STAYING ON Louise, looking like she just escaped a fire and
|
|
was told to run back into it --
|
|
|
|
|
|
44 EXT. MONTANA LANDING SITE - EVENING 44
|
|
34.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The sun sinks behind the sphere, casting long shadows over
|
|
the encampment.
|
|
|
|
|
|
45 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - INTEL ROOM - EVENING 45
|
|
|
|
Agent Halpern stands at the communications array, talking
|
|
to the Australian Scientist on the monitor, at the NZ site:
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
We're up in fifteen. Got any new
|
|
intel? Anything working?
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST
|
|
We've been playing back some of
|
|
their sounds.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Where does that get you?
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST
|
|
They play back audio at us, from
|
|
some unseen source.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Audio of what?
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST
|
|
Just bits of us talking in the
|
|
room. Random clips of dialog.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
So, really, we've got nothing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
46 EXT. "CLEAN ROOM" - YELLOW TUNNEL - EVENING 46
|
|
|
|
Colonel Weber stands with Ian by the door. Both men are
|
|
back in the full HAZ-MAT suits. Waiting.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
How long has she been in there.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
(calling through door)
|
|
Doctor Banks? -- Louise?
|
|
|
|
|
|
47 INT. "CLEAN ROOM" 47
|
|
|
|
Louise sits on the bench, still in her clothes. The HAZ-MAT
|
|
suit hangs across from her.
|
|
35.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Her leg bounces nervously. She's not ready to go back in.
|
|
She can hear Weber outside:
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER (O.S.)
|
|
Did you two get any bright ideas on
|
|
how to talk to them this time?
|
|
|
|
IAN (O.S.)
|
|
I'm really not that good at talking
|
|
to other humans.
|
|
|
|
It's all on Louise. She sits up and looks away from the
|
|
door, afraid to step out.
|
|
|
|
And her attention lands on something. On the wall.
|
|
|
|
A SMALL WHITEBOARD. Used for recording the HAZ-MAT suit
|
|
cleaning schedule. Names and shifts in dry-erase markers.
|
|
|
|
Louise sees it and is seized by an idea.
|
|
|
|
|
|
48 EXT. BASE CAMP - YELLOW TUNNEL - MOMENTS LATER 48
|
|
|
|
Louise emerges in her HAZ-MAT suit, cradling the whiteboard
|
|
and a dry-erase marker.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What's that for?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
A visual aid.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
For what?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I'm never going to be able to speak
|
|
their words, if they are talking,
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but they might have some form of
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written language. Or a basis for
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visual communication.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Okay.
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(then)
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Where do you start?
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49 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - EVENING 49
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CLOSE ON the whiteboard. Louise has written the word
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"HUMAN" in large block letters.
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36.
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She stands by the whiteboard, marker in her trembling hand.
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Ian is with her, along with the team of TECHS behind them.
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THE VAGUE ALIEN FIGURES are back, on the other side. Quiet.
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Louise speaks, and points to the word as she does;
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LOUISE
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Human.
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She points to herself. Then to others on her side of the
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room, including Weber.
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LOUISE
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Human.
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She points at one of the aliens.
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LOUISE
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What are you?
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Beat. The aliens seem unresponsive, until --
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They both RETREAT from the screen, deeper into the mist on
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their side of the room.
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For a moment, all is quiet. Louise looks to Ian, Ian looks
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to the Colonel.
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CLOSE ON A NEEDLE-GAUGE: Dead, registering no frequencies.
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And then it SPIKES to the other side --
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Before anyone can speak, THE CANARY SQUAWKS in its cage.
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Its wings flutter frantically.
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|
INK GLOBULES float from the mist. Like oil in glycerine.
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Thousands of drops; horizontal black rain, but intelligent
|
|
--
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|
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|
They all start to form something against the partition:
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|
|
|
A brilliant LOGOGRAM. An inkblot coffee-cup stain with
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|
mesmerizing fractal embellishments.
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|
|
|
The taller, slimmer alien steps forward and says something:
|
|
Click-flutter-tone.
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|
|
|
Louise smiles. Nearly laughs. Wants to cry. She just had
|
|
her first real exchange with an alien.
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|
LOUISE
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|
(sotto)
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|
37.
|
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|
|
|
Are you getting this?
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|
|
|
Ian has taken control of a static video camera and holds it
|
|
at an angle that better captures the detail on the barrier.
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|
|
IAN
|
|
Absolutely. It's all downloading
|
|
back at basecamp.
|
|
|
|
One of the aliens "speaks" again. Flutter-tone, flutter-
|
|
tone.
|
|
|
|
THE LOGOGRAM MORPHS into another form, replacing the
|
|
previous one. This one more intricate.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Whoa whoa, too fast, fellas.
|
|
|
|
She lifts her marker to make a note. For the first time,
|
|
her hand isn't trembling.
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|
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|
50 INT. "CLEAN ROOM" - NIGHT 50
|
|
|
|
Louise drops the whiteboard by the door.
|
|
|
|
She doesn't get more than her helmet/mask off before
|
|
Colonel Weber steps in and confronts her.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
I said talk to them, not teach them
|
|
how to read. Do you understand what
|
|
this could mean?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It means if I play my cards right,
|
|
they'll take some Shakespeare home
|
|
with them.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Only now you've made it twice as
|
|
hard, trying to learn how to speak
|
|
and read. That takes longer.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Wrong. It's faster.
|
|
|
|
Louise starts marching past him. Weber keeps up with her.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
I'm not saying no, I'm asking why.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
38.
|
|
|
|
|
|
It's the only way this will work.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Hey. Everything you do in there I
|
|
have to explain to a room full of
|
|
men whose first and last question
|
|
is, 'How can this be used against
|
|
us?' So give me something.
|
|
|
|
Louise gestures at the whiteboard.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Kangaroo.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
In 1770, Captain James Cook's ship
|
|
ran aground on the coast of
|
|
Australia. He led a party into the
|
|
country and met the aboriginal
|
|
people.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
One of his sailors pointed to the
|
|
animals that hopped around with
|
|
their young in pouches, and asked
|
|
what they were called. The
|
|
aborigine replied "Kanguru."
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What's your point?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It wasn't until later that they
|
|
learned "Kanguru" means "I don't
|
|
understand."
|
|
(re: whiteboard)
|
|
I need this to make sure we don't
|
|
misinterpret in there. Otherwise
|
|
this will take ten times as long.
|
|
|
|
Time wasted is the key phrase to convince Weber.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
All right. I can sell that for now.
|
|
But submit your vocabulary before
|
|
the next session.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
And remember what happened to the
|
|
aborigines. A more advanced race
|
|
nearly wiped them out.
|
|
39.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Weber walks off with Captain Marks.
|
|
|
|
Ian steps up, watching them go. Grinning at Louise:
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Is that true? The kangaroo story?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
No. But it made my point.
|
|
|
|
Louise starts walking out the clean room, leaving Ian to
|
|
shake his head in admiration.
|
|
|
|
|
|
51 INT. SCIENCE TENT - CRYPTO ROOM - NIGHT 51
|
|
|
|
The team of NSA cryptographers works diligently on one
|
|
thing: That alien logogram. As if it were the codes from an
|
|
Enigma machine and the key to winning a war. Louise steps
|
|
in, sees the frenetic action, and backs out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
52 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - SKYPE ROOM - NIGHT 52
|
|
|
|
Through the busy activity at the various flatscreen monitor
|
|
stations, Halpern stands at one monitor, talking to a man
|
|
from the Wales Science Team at their landing site.
|
|
|
|
BRITISH SCIENTIST
|
|
Spent most of the time just trying
|
|
to establish a proper greeting.
|
|
We're analyzing the playback now,
|
|
to see if there is a pattern. I'm
|
|
doing a Zipf law analysis. But I'm
|
|
worried they aren't really talking,
|
|
it's just how they breathe.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Like the time I got bronchitis. OK,
|
|
let me know if you figure that out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
53 INT. SCIENCE TENT - LOUISE'S DESK - LATER 53
|
|
|
|
Louise studies at her desk.
|
|
|
|
CELLO MUSIC distracts Louise, and she looks up.
|
|
|
|
On a screen, the Japanese site is performing 'Canon in D'
|
|
with a cellist in their interview chamber.
|
|
|
|
Louise reviews the logograms from the session printed on
|
|
large photo paper. The one on top is labeled "EARTH."
|
|
40.
|
|
|
|
|
|
She's circled pieces of the logogram in red pen, making
|
|
notes like "curling ascender = proper noun?"
|
|
|
|
With a straight edge, Louise divides the circular logogram
|
|
into twelve slices, isolating the different graphical
|
|
elements in the alien symbol. She labels them 1 to 12.
|
|
|
|
Louise blinks and takes a breath. Rubs the bridge of her
|
|
nose and works a kink in her neck. Then leans back in,
|
|
momentarily renewed with focus.
|
|
|
|
A high-pitched RINGING creeps into her ears. She winces --
|
|
|
|
|
|
54 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 54
|
|
|
|
Four-year-old HANNAH giggles as she runs from us --
|
|
|
|
|
|
55 INT. SCIENCE TENT - LOUISE'S DESK - BACK TO SCENE 55
|
|
|
|
Louise sits up at her desk as if yanked from the memory.
|
|
|
|
She takes a breath, rubs her forehead, confused by that
|
|
little moment. She stares at the logogram on her desk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
56 INT. BARRACKS - MORNING 56
|
|
|
|
ON A LAPTOP SCREEN: Aerial footage of the Shell appears.
|
|
|
|
Back from a safe distance. The Shell looks, as always,
|
|
intimidating.
|
|
|
|
But now with the footage is a SINISTER SCORE added by
|
|
shockjock radio host RICHARD RILEY, who emphasizes words -
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
RICHARD RILEY
|
|
This is aliens we're talking about.
|
|
The most important time in our
|
|
history as a people is right now,
|
|
first contact with whoever is
|
|
inside this thing, and who do we
|
|
have running the show? The
|
|
government. The same government
|
|
that ruined our health care and
|
|
bankrupted our military.
|
|
|
|
An image of the cluster of tents around the Montana site
|
|
appears, obviously shot with a long zoom lens.
|
|
|
|
RICHARD RILEY
|
|
41.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Look at these people! Most of them
|
|
don't even have guns. We could be
|
|
facing a full-scale invasion and
|
|
our president is ready to roll over
|
|
and let them take our country --
|
|
|
|
REVEAL the LAPTOP is in:
|
|
|
|
The military barracks. And PRIVATE LASKY listens intently
|
|
to it. Nodding. Glancing out the open flaps of the barracks
|
|
tent toward the giant Shell in the distance.
|
|
|
|
Three bunks over, a group of SCIENTISTS watch a news
|
|
program on a separate TV, following riots somewhere. Could
|
|
be Prague, could be Detroit. One SCIENTIST shakes his head
|
|
in disgust. Outside, Louise walks past the barracks, on her
|
|
way to --
|
|
|
|
|
|
57 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - SKYPE ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 57
|
|
|
|
Louise enters the tent to find Ian and Weber already here,
|
|
with other team members.
|
|
|
|
Ian has a sketchbook, he's busy with an art pencil,
|
|
listening and nodding to the British Scientist on his
|
|
monitor.
|
|
|
|
BRITISH SCIENTIST
|
|
We think we were able to reproduce
|
|
some prime-number sequences back at
|
|
them, so that's something.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Congrats. You're a parrot.
|
|
|
|
BRITISH SCIENTIST
|
|
It's more than that, you cheeky
|
|
bastard. Don't you see? They can't
|
|
seem to follow our algebra system,
|
|
but complex behaviors? That clicks.
|
|
|
|
Beyond Ian: Weber stands with Halpern, watching Middle
|
|
Eastern news coverage of an armored division mobilizing.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Problem is, that shell dropped at
|
|
the border, so when Pakistan rolled
|
|
out their army to secure the site
|
|
from locals, India got all fussy,
|
|
amassing two armored divisions at
|
|
the border.
|
|
42.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We can't get them to stand down?
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
And tell them what exactly?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Louise, Ian, this is Agent David
|
|
Halpern with the CIA.
|
|
|
|
Weber guides Louise and Ian away from the bank of monitors.
|
|
It's clear he doesn't like dealing with Halpern.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
We need to gain ground today. You
|
|
have your vocabulary list for me?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I do.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
(examines her list)
|
|
You're going to teach them your
|
|
name? And Ian's?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It's so I can learn their names. If
|
|
they have names. And so I can
|
|
introduce pronouns later.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
These are all grade-school words.
|
|
Eat. Walk. Tool. We need to get
|
|
more specific.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Do you know what a Pulaski is?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
(beat)
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It's a tool. Used by firefighters.
|
|
We can't start specific.
|
|
|
|
Weber makes a noncommittal noise and reviews the words.
|
|
|
|
Ian reveals to Louise his sketch of an ALIEN.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Heptapod. Seven limbs.
|
|
(gesturing at Louise)
|
|
43.
|
|
|
|
|
|
She's right -- it's useless until
|
|
we can demonstrate some basics
|
|
first.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
We have one question: What is their
|
|
purpose here on Earth? It isn't
|
|
complicated.
|
|
(softening)
|
|
Help me understand.
|
|
|
|
Louise goes to a larger whiteboard stationed nearby and
|
|
writes the question "What is your purpose on Earth?"
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Okay, so this is where we want to
|
|
get. Right? This question.
|
|
(off Weber's nod)
|
|
To get there, we have to make sure
|
|
they understand what a question is,
|
|
and the nature of a request for
|
|
information along with the
|
|
response. Then there is clarifying
|
|
the difference between a specific
|
|
"you" from a collective "you." We
|
|
don't want to know why Joe Alien is
|
|
here, we want to know why all of
|
|
them landed.
|
|
|
|
She writes frantically over the words in columns, marking
|
|
relations with arrows. As she speaks, her voice gets louder
|
|
and more confident. This is her area of expertise.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Purpose requires an understanding
|
|
of intent. Which means we have to
|
|
find out if they make conscious
|
|
choices or if their motivation is
|
|
so instinctive they don't
|
|
understand a "why" question, and
|
|
biggest of all, we need to have
|
|
enough of a vocabulary with them so
|
|
we understand their answer.
|
|
|
|
Colonel Weber nods and surrenders to her. Behind Weber, Ian
|
|
grins devilishly at Louise, even winks at her.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
All right, all right, I get it.
|
|
Stick to your list. Just --
|
|
|
|
Then: That low, bone-trembling BASS TONE echoing out from
|
|
the Shell, rattling the equipment.
|
|
44.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Weber scraps what he was going to say, opting instead for:
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Good luck.
|
|
|
|
|
|
58 INT. "CLEAN ROOM" - MORNING 58
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian suit up again. Louise notices the tremors in
|
|
her hands have returned.
|
|
|
|
|
|
59 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - MORNING 59
|
|
|
|
Louise faces the semi-transparent wall, holding a dry-erase
|
|
marker in one hand. Ian stands near the whiteboard.
|
|
Everyone is in full HAZMAT suits again. Weber isn't here
|
|
this time.
|
|
|
|
The heptapods watch Louise with a strange curiosity.
|
|
|
|
Louise points at herself.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Louise.
|
|
|
|
The whiteboard displays her name in large letters.
|
|
|
|
Beat. One heptapod speaks. Whisper-flutter-click.
|
|
|
|
Inky drops float to the glass and a beautiful LOGOGRAM
|
|
forms.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Well, that's progress.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
No. That's the symbol for "human"
|
|
again. But with a little curl at
|
|
the end of that leg. Probably to
|
|
indicate a question.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
They're getting confused.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
You know what -- I can't do it like
|
|
this. I just --
|
|
|
|
Louise looks over at something behind the Environmental
|
|
Techs: THE CANARY.
|
|
45.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The little bird flaps its wings and crooks its head at her.
|
|
It's alive and well.
|
|
|
|
Louise makes a decision. She takes her HAZMAT mask off.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Whoa whoa hey --
|
|
|
|
Weber's voice pipes in via intercom, from the ops tent:
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER (V.O.)
|
|
You're risking contamination.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
They need to see me.
|
|
|
|
Louise shirks out of the rest of her suit. She's wearing
|
|
her civilian clothes underneath.
|
|
|
|
She takes a breath. It doesn't kill her. Louise moves a
|
|
step toward the glass barrier --
|
|
|
|
The heptapods advance closer to the barrier. Curious. For
|
|
the first time, we can see a bit more detail; more focus.
|
|
|
|
Their skin is more mottled than a uniform color. Their
|
|
torsos move slightly, not from breath but as a jellyfish.
|
|
And the tips of one heptapod's "feet" are dark with ink.
|
|
|
|
Everyone holds their breath a beat. Slowly, Louise puts a
|
|
hand on her heart and repeats:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
My name is Louise.
|
|
|
|
She takes the whiteboard and writes furiously. Flips it
|
|
around and shows: She's drawn their symbol for -"human"
|
|
next to the English word "HUMAN" and then a greater-than
|
|
symbol leading to her name.
|
|
|
|
The two heptapods are unresponsive.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Ian, introduce yourself.
|
|
|
|
Ian noisily shirks off his HAZMAT suit. Louise looks on.
|
|
Weber gets more uneasy by the minute.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Made me look like a beekeeper.
|
|
|
|
Ian erases Louise's name on the board and writes his.
|
|
46.
|
|
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
My name is Ian.
|
|
|
|
A magical thing happens next: The shorter, rounder heptapod
|
|
steps forward. Click-tone. A small logogram appears on the
|
|
boundary in front of him.
|
|
|
|
Then the taller one ambles close. Flutter-swallow. A
|
|
different symbol appears in front of him.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
They have names.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Yeah -- So what do we call them?
|
|
Because if I try to make sounds
|
|
like them, I will end up insulting
|
|
their mothers.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Slim and Stout?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I was thinking Abbott and Costello.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(grins)
|
|
I like it.
|
|
|
|
Cautious, yet mystified, Louise takes another bold action:
|
|
She steps for the boundary. The light from that mist on the
|
|
other side of the glass illuminates her face, showing her
|
|
wonderment.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(quieter)
|
|
You have names -- You're
|
|
individuals. Aren't you.
|
|
|
|
Ian and Captain Marks watch. Marks doesn't like it.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Doctor Banks --
|
|
|
|
Louise then puts her HAND on the barrier. Leaves it there.
|
|
|
|
The shorter one (ABBOTT), drifts close, too.
|
|
|
|
And through the vague cloud, something specific: It raises
|
|
a limb and puts a SEVEN-FINGERED 'HAND' on its side.
|
|
|
|
Near Louise's hand.
|
|
47.
|
|
|
|
|
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She smiles, still partly terrified but also reassured.
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LOUISE
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Now that's a proper introduction.
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60 INT. INFIRMARY - DAY 60
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Colonel Weber, Agent Halpern, and Doctor Kettler step to
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one of Kettler's work tables in a private conference, as if
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they just arrived in a hurry.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Tell me. Are they a contamination
|
|
risk without the suits?
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DR. KETTLER
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No radiation. Nothing else we can
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detect, either. But I'd give them a
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|
strong cocktail, regardless.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Any other sites working like this?
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AGENT HALPERN
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No. But no one else has made this
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kind of progress. You saw it.
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Weber doesn't like this decision, but he concedes:
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COLONEL WEBER
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All right, no suits for those two.
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But watch them closely for any
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|
signs.
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DR. KETTLER
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(as they leave)
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Signs of what?
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SERIES OF SHOTS:
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61 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - DAY 61
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Louise shows the word "WALK" and Ian demonstrates. Neither
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of them wear their HAZMAT suits now.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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Session three. We're into verbs.
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Slow and steady wins this race.
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62 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - MOMENTS LATER 62
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48.
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Costello saunters along his side of the wall and a heptapod
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logogram appears. It's simple yet complex, like a fractal
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in line art.
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63 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - NIGHT 63
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|
Ian draws a Feynman diagram, next to a set of SCIENCE
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CARDS.
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|
IAN (V.O.)
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|
Session six. Had some trouble with
|
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basics, but they understand complex
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interactions right away. Not that
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it's a race, but I'm totally ahead
|
|
now.
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64 INT. SCIENCE TENT - CRYPTO ROOM - DAY 64
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|
Louise debates some element of a logogram with members of
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her cryptography team in their tent, pointing at a
|
|
magnified piece of one circular symbol.
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|
LOUISE (V.O.)
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|
Session eight was a failure. But
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|
it's clear their logograms are made
|
|
of twelve compartments.
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|
65 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - DAY 65
|
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|
Louise works with a spectrograph as Ian charts a basic
|
|
geometric curve. The heptapods are unresponsive in their
|
|
misty chamber.
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|
IAN (V.O.)
|
|
Session eleven. How can they stare
|
|
at me when I use simple math?
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|
66 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - MOMENTS LATER 66
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|
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|
A graphic on the glass animates, showing our solar system,
|
|
highlighting "EARTH."
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|
67 INT. LOUISE'S OFFICE TENT - NIGHT 67
|
|
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|
Louise practices drawing her own logograms, trying to mimic
|
|
the inkblot style. Nearby, the whiteboard with the goal:
|
|
"WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE ON EARTH?" Several words leading to
|
|
the question have been marked -- she's taught them those.
|
|
49.
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|
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|
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|
LOUISE (V.O.)
|
|
Session fifteen. Back on track.
|
|
|
|
She smirks at a frustrated Ian. Their attention is drawn
|
|
to:
|
|
|
|
THE BANK OF MONITORS
|
|
|
|
Footage on screens of anxious crowds massing around other
|
|
sites. Protesters, fanatics, the hopeful and the hopeless.
|
|
Ian and Louise watching the footage, disturbed by the
|
|
effect on the public of the ships' mere presence.
|
|
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|
|
|
68 EXT. BASE CAMP - MORNING 68
|
|
|
|
High angle above the camp at sunrise.
|
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|
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|
69 INT. "CLEAN ROOM" - YELLOW TUNNEL - MORNING 69
|
|
|
|
Weber gives Louise a notecard before they step out.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
When Ian is done with his math
|
|
portion, include this word on
|
|
today's vocabulary.
|
|
|
|
Louise frowns and hands it back.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
No way.
|
|
|
|
Ian leans over, takes the card and nods at Weber—
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|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Yeah, we can manage that.
|
|
|
|
Louise, now unsure whom she needs to convince first --
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It's dangerous. We could come
|
|
across as hostile.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Yes. But I trust you to choose your
|
|
demonstrations carefully.
|
|
|
|
|
|
70 EXT. "CLEAN ROOM" - YELLOW TUNNEL - DAY 70
|
|
50.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise approach the pickup truck. Louise takes this
|
|
moment to speak quietly at Ian, through her teeth:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What the hell was that?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I know you're the language expert,
|
|
but I know how to talk to these
|
|
guys. You don't say 'no' to them.
|
|
You say 'yes' and then find a way
|
|
to control the situation.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
So you have them all figured out?
|
|
|
|
Ian smiles sweetly at her. He's not fighting with her.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
It wasn't that hard.
|
|
|
|
|
|
71 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - DAY 71
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks remains in the room in full HAZMAT suit,
|
|
monitoring the equipment with another TECH.
|
|
|
|
Ian looks on at Louise, worried. Louise holds a HUNTING
|
|
KNIFE in her hands, the notecard tucked in one palm.
|
|
|
|
On the semi-transparent wall facing her, the heptapods have
|
|
written a terse, angular symbol next to the word Louise has
|
|
written: "WEAPON."
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
There's your word, Colonel.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER (V.O.)
|
|
(through speakers)
|
|
Let's ask the big question now.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hold on. We need to distinguish a
|
|
weapon from other devices or else
|
|
they'll think everything is a
|
|
weapon.
|
|
|
|
Costello whisper-clicks at Abbott, then turns to leave. A
|
|
doorway irises open on the far wall.
|
|
|
|
Abbott wipes the podium and the logogram vanishes. The two
|
|
aliens begin to glide away from their stations --
|
|
51.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Louise realizes they are leaving and calls out --
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Wait. Wait!
|
|
|
|
She steps to the boundary and puts her hand on it.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Why are you here?
|
|
|
|
Abbott crooks his head.
|
|
|
|
Louise, desperate, looks back at the printer attached to
|
|
the still camera capturing everything written by the
|
|
heptapods. She riffles through the pages, looking for the
|
|
words.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What can I do?
|
|
|
|
Louise gives him two print-outs.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hold these up.
|
|
|
|
Abbott looks back at the door where Costello left. Then at
|
|
Louise and Ian.
|
|
|
|
Louise finishes drawing. Shows the board to Abbott. Puts it
|
|
against the boundary. She's attempted freehand drawing
|
|
their gorgeous logograms, and she's actually done a great
|
|
job.
|
|
|
|
It's not quite the phrasing; she hasn't taught them "why"
|
|
but instead uses "heptapods purpose Earth" with a curl on
|
|
the logogram for Earth.
|
|
|
|
Abbott stares a beat. And writes on the podium.
|
|
|
|
As the logogram glows on the divider, Louise steps back in
|
|
shock. She's translated it already.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What does it say?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"Offer weapon."
|
|
|
|
The phrase sends a tense hush through the team.
|
|
52.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The unidentifiable light source in the interview chamber
|
|
dims and the transparent wall clouds until it's fully
|
|
opaque.
|
|
|
|
Louise, Ian, Captain Marks, and the other in-room Techs
|
|
face each other as if they've just learned a terrible
|
|
secret.
|
|
|
|
|
|
72 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - WAR ROOM - DAY 72
|
|
|
|
An eruption of sound and chaos, joining in mid-debate with
|
|
several people talking at once. Halpern is among them.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
But you saw what they wrote --
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
-- using a word they don't
|
|
fully understand!
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
It could just be a request --
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
or a warning --
|
|
|
|
Over the din of everyone talking and no one truly listening
|
|
comes the booming voice of Weber in his best stern father:
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Enough.
|
|
(as room quiets down)
|
|
I can't agree with any of you when
|
|
you're all talking at once. Now: I
|
|
want to hear theories. Louise?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We don't know if they understand
|
|
the difference between a weapon and
|
|
a tool. Our language, like our
|
|
culture, is messy. In many cases
|
|
one thing can be both.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
In addition, it's possible they are
|
|
wanting us to offer them something,
|
|
not the other way around. Like the
|
|
first part of a trade.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
How do we clarify their intention
|
|
beyond those two words?
|
|
53.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I go back in there. In thirteen
|
|
hours, we go in and clear this up.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
It's more complicated than that.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How is that complicated?
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Set aside our own reaction to the
|
|
message, we have to consider the
|
|
other nations and how they will
|
|
interpret this.
|
|
(pointing at monitor)
|
|
Like China. Have you met General
|
|
Shang? How about a little round of
|
|
"meet the scary-powerful men."
|
|
|
|
Halpern points at a profile photo of a distinguished
|
|
Chinese man in dress uniform: GENERAL SHANG.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
The call-sign for him is Big
|
|
Domino. Because he's a tastemaker.
|
|
Whatever Shang does, at least four
|
|
other nations will follow.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We're on good terms with Shang.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
But we can't say the same for other
|
|
nations where these ships have
|
|
landed. And Russia has control of
|
|
two sites. Twice the data.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How is that relevant to this?
|
|
|
|
A LIEUTENANT enters to address Weber:
|
|
|
|
LIEUTENANT
|
|
Colonel, the Secretary of Defense
|
|
is on the line for you.
|
|
|
|
Weber reluctantly steps out. Halpern takes over:
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
54.
|
|
|
|
|
|
We need to sit on this information
|
|
until we know what it means. So we
|
|
aren't sharing with our enemies. We
|
|
have to consider the idea that our
|
|
'visitors' are prodding us to fight
|
|
among ourselves until only one
|
|
faction prevails.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
There's no evidence of that.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Sure there is. Just grab a history
|
|
book. The British with India. The
|
|
Germans with Rwanda. They even got
|
|
a name for it in Hungary.
|
|
|
|
Halpern's cell phone rings, and before he takes the call—
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
We are a world with no single
|
|
leader. It's impossible to deal
|
|
with just one of us. And with the
|
|
word "weapon" now --
|
|
|
|
Louise pales. Feeling like she just broke something. She
|
|
looks for someone to talk to and finds Ian deep in thought,
|
|
keeping his eyes on the twelve monitors.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That was my doing. I taught them
|
|
that. So, if we just go back in
|
|
tonight, go in and, and --
|
|
|
|
Frenzied activity at the monitoring station draws their
|
|
attention in time to see:
|
|
|
|
AN EXPLOSION at one landing site, the plume of the
|
|
firecloud lighting up the urban-located Shell --
|
|
|
|
Communications Team Members stand up now, talking into
|
|
their headsets in four different languages --
|
|
|
|
ON THE CHINESE VIDEO STREAM, a Scientist is forcibly pulled
|
|
away by a Chinese Intelligence Officer who yanks at a cable
|
|
and then the video feed BLACKS OUT.
|
|
|
|
A moment later, a panicked Russian Officer does the same to
|
|
their feed. Two more black screens. Siberia and Black Sea.
|
|
|
|
Weber gets off the phone, focused on the feeds.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
55.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What's going on? What was that
|
|
explosion at Site Four?
|
|
|
|
Halpern keeps his ear to his phone, but answers:
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
China and Russia are off the grid.
|
|
They aren't speaking to anyone.
|
|
Whatever they learned in their last
|
|
session has them spooked --
|
|
(into phone)
|
|
Yes sir.
|
|
(to Weber)
|
|
We have orders to do the same.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What? These people are our allies!
|
|
Ian, tell him.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Until we figure out what the
|
|
message means --
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
That is a bad idea. It sends a
|
|
clear signal of hostility. If we
|
|
start this --
|
|
|
|
A fourth monitor goes dark: Indian Ocean.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
It's already started.
|
|
|
|
Halpern leans in at one station and orders a Team Member:
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Put us on radio silence.
|
|
|
|
ON ONE SCREEN: It's their own tent, the camera pointed at
|
|
Louise and Ian. Louise rushes to the mic—
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Listen, we got a message from the
|
|
heptapods, "offer weapon--"
|
|
|
|
But as she says "offer" the U.S. SCREEN BLACKS OUT, leaving
|
|
the other countries hanging.
|
|
|
|
AUSTRALIAN SCIENTIST
|
|
What is happening? U.S. Team,
|
|
please respond.
|
|
|
|
Louise whirls on Halpern --
|
|
56.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Dammit, Halpern! We should be
|
|
talking to each other.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
You want to talk to them, find out
|
|
what this means. Please. I will
|
|
sleep better if you do.
|
|
|
|
He holds up the printout with the words "OFFER WEAPON."
|
|
|
|
Louise grabs the page from him and storms off to her desk.
|
|
|
|
Ian (quietly boiling) passes by Halpern and hisses:
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
By then it will be too late.
|
|
|
|
ON THE MONITORS: four of the twelve now blacked out, with
|
|
the rest talking over each other, panicked -- And then a
|
|
FIFTH monitor goes dark.
|
|
|
|
|
|
73 INT. SCIENCE TENT - LOUISE'S DESK - NIGHT 73
|
|
|
|
Louise wears a set of noise-cancelling headphones at her
|
|
desk, listening to the spoken heptapod language and trying
|
|
to shut out the world beyond.
|
|
|
|
She stares at one of the logograms as she listens to the
|
|
audio. It's a circular piece full of whorls and curls.
|
|
|
|
Writing notes to herself as she does:
|
|
|
|
"They have landed? Earth? Planet?"
|
|
|
|
Louise underlines that last word, she hears a new voice:
|
|
|
|
HANNAH (V.O.)
|
|
(pre-lap)
|
|
What's this word?
|
|
|
|
Louise hears Hannah's voice and closes her eyes --
|
|
|
|
|
|
74 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 74
|
|
|
|
Louise and Hannah (age 8) sit on the picnic blanket, under
|
|
the shade of a stately oak tree. They share a story book.
|
|
|
|
Hannah points at a page.
|
|
57.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"Planet." Like Earth is a planet.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Mmmm -- what's that word?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How many words are you trying to
|
|
learn today?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
All of them.
|
|
|
|
Louise smiles and kisses Hannah on the forehead.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Want to see my project for Mrs.
|
|
Garriott's class?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
All right little-nose, whatcha got?
|
|
|
|
Hannah digs into her backpack and pulls out a sketch.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Supposed to draw what my Saturday
|
|
morning cartoon would look like if
|
|
I had one.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What is this place?
|
|
|
|
THE DRAWING depicts a Man and Woman (stick-figures) holding
|
|
up a really fat bird-like shape.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
That's supposed to be a book.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Who are these two people?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
You and Daddy. The show is called
|
|
"Mommy and Daddy Save the World."
|
|
|
|
Louise's smile sinks. She looks pained.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Well. That sounds lovely.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
You know, it's okay to be upset
|
|
that your daddy and I --
|
|
58.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Little Hannah breathes through her nose.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
I know. I'm not.
|
|
|
|
Louise brushes Hannah's hair out of her eyes.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We both love you, very much.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
I know.
|
|
(then)
|
|
It's just a cartoon. It's not real.
|
|
|
|
That same high-pitched WHINE escalates and --
|
|
|
|
|
|
75 INT. SCIENCE TENT - LOUISE'S DESK - BACK TO SCENE 75
|
|
|
|
Louise flings off her headphones and tries to get up, but
|
|
she's dizzy. Ian gets up from his station to help her --
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Louise? You okay?
|
|
|
|
Louise recovers from a sudden vertigo. She focuses on Ian.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I -- Yeah, fine.
|
|
|
|
She bends over and takes a moment to refocus. When she
|
|
stands upright she faces a suspicious Weber, who's come
|
|
over.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
When was your last check-up with
|
|
Kettler?
|
|
|
|
Louise lets out a breath and passes him by, for the exit.
|
|
|
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Ian considers going with her. Weber gestures: Stay back.
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COLONEL WEBER
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How about you?
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IAN
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Me? I'm fine.
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Weber brings Ian close to Louise's desk and surveys the
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heptapod writing scattered over it. He takes a moment and
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chooses his words carefully.
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59.
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COLONEL WEBER
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A lot of work for one person.
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IAN
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She's not alone. We're making good
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progress. We're teaching each other
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physics and language.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Good. Learn as much as you can. In
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case we need to bench Doctor Banks.
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IAN
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No -- you can't do that.
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(recovers)
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I'm saying, it won't come to that.
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COLONEL WEBER
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But if it does --
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Weber leaves Ian to consider this scenario.
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DR. KETTLER (V.O.)
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(pre-lap)
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How do you feel?
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76 INT. MEDICAL TENT - DR. KETTLER'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER 76
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A pen light shines in Louise's left eye.
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LOUISE
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Overworked.
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Kettler tries to be casual but comes off awkward:
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DR. KETTLER
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That makes two of us. I hear you
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collapsed in the ops tent.
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LOUISE
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Probably just lack of sleep.
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Kettler readies a syringe.
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DR. KETTLER
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Well, you're not getting radiation
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poisoning.
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DR. KETTLER
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60.
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We'll see how your blood tests
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look, but for now I'm going to give
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you another boost. Try and sleep
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this one off, okay?
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He sinks the needle into her arm. Louise tries not to
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flinch.
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77 EXT. BASE CAMP OVERLOOK - EVENING 77
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Armed SOLDIERS are stationed at regular intervals around a
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tight perimeter. Disturbing, as the base camp previously
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did not seem military-led. Their presence is slowly
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increasing.
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Private Lasky stands guard, and looks back at the mammoth
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|
Shell above him. He's joined by Private COMBS, who gives
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the ship a similar look of aggression. They notice each
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|
other glaring at the ship, and share a wordless nod of
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solidarity. Two soldiers who both spotted the enemy.
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78 EXT. HILLSIDE NEAR BASE CAMP - DUSK 78
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Ian sits atop a sleeping bag, staring out at the massive
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ship with a look just the opposite of Lasky's glare.
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He has a sketchbook open, filled with mechanical drawings,
|
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advanced equations, and notes to himself.
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|
Louise ascends the hill toward him.
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LOUISE
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Weber is looking for you.
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Ian smiles at her.
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IAN
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Why do you think I'm hiding out
|
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here? Come, join me.
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She considers it a moment, then sits down next to him as he
|
|
makes room for her on his sleeping bag.
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|
Louise looks down at the camp, her concern all wrapped up
|
|
in the military population, while Ian keeps staring out at
|
|
the massive shell a quarter-mile away.
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IAN
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|
How are you so good at talking to
|
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something so unlike us?
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61.
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Louise notices the focus of his gaze and shrugs.
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LOUISE
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There's precedent.
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79 EXT. RANCH - DAY - FLASHBACK 79
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Louise with Hannah at a RANCH with a horse. The horse's
|
|
nostrils flaring, standing eighteen hands tall, a gigantic
|
|
creature to the scared little 8-year-old Hannah.
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|
But Louise puts her hands on the horse. Speaks to it.
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|
LOUISE (O.S.)
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Shh, shh. It's okay --
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The horse's ears spin like radar dishes --
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|
80 EXT. HILLSIDE NEAR BASE CAMP - BACK TO SCENE 80
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|
|
Back with Ian and Louise on the hill.
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|
IAN
|
|
You know, you approach language
|
|
like a mathematician.
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|
LOUISE
|
|
I'll take that as a compliment.
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|
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|
IAN
|
|
You should! You steer us around
|
|
communication traps I didn't know
|
|
existed. Which probably explains
|
|
why I'm single.
|
|
|
|
Louise studies Ian's face to see if he's being sarcastic.
|
|
He's not. This is honesty.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
My father worked for a big energy
|
|
company. They'd relocate him every
|
|
year to some new country, and I
|
|
went with him. He used to say
|
|
learning all those foreign tongues
|
|
would make me the center of every
|
|
party. But you know what people say
|
|
when you're sixteen and fluent in
|
|
seven languages? "You're smart."
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Oh no. "Smart" is bad.
|
|
62.
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|
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|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
People are so afraid of smart.
|
|
|
|
Ian stares at the sky.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
When I was six, my parents bought
|
|
me a globe. One of those big ones
|
|
on an iron floor stand. This was
|
|
the same year I dressed up as a
|
|
wilderness explorer for Halloween.
|
|
My room was papered with hand-drawn
|
|
maps of my neighborhood.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
I studied every inch of that globe,
|
|
and it was the saddest moment of my
|
|
childhood. Everything had already
|
|
been explored.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Next Halloween, I was an astronaut.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"To boldly go--"
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I've spent the last thirty years
|
|
staring at the sky. Trying to find
|
|
a way out there. Now it's here, and
|
|
I don't know how I feel about it.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Because you might finally get to
|
|
explore the galaxy?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Because they've already explored
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
Louise shivers; it's getting cold up here.
|
|
|
|
Ian drapes a blanket over her shoulders and shares it with
|
|
her. The two huddle close together, under the massive
|
|
spherical Shell lit by drifting spotlights.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I feel like everything here comes
|
|
down to the two of us.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
That's a good thing. Have you seen
|
|
the jokers around us?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
63.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Promise me. We'll do this together?
|
|
|
|
Ian's smile falters, as he recalls his talk with Weber.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Yeah.
|
|
|
|
|
|
81 EXT. BASE CAMP - NIGHT 81
|
|
|
|
Aerial view. The compound has doubled in size.
|
|
|
|
|
|
82 INT. “CLIIAN ROOM" - NIGHT 82
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise prep for another session. Ian vigorously
|
|
applies antibacterial soap to his hands and arms, like a
|
|
surgeon prepping for the O.R. Louise still refuses to don a
|
|
HAZMAT suit, but she ties her hair back in a ponytail.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks enters, carrying a pair of respirators with
|
|
small oxygen tanks attached.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
New policy. Carry these on you when
|
|
you're in the Shell.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
You're worried we'll run out of air
|
|
inside? Why?
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Before the blackout, the Swedish
|
|
site reported their last session
|
|
ran long by about twenty minutes.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
But they were fine at the end of
|
|
it, weren't they?
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
They still wear full HAZMAT suits,
|
|
doctor. Like the rest of the world.
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise trade looks.
|
|
|
|
Dr. Kettler enters, with his medical bag.
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Let's roll up those sleeves --
|
|
|
|
|
|
83 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - NIGHT 83
|
|
64.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Louise leads the team.
|
|
|
|
On the other side of the barrier, Abbott and Costello are
|
|
waiting. Costello stands at the podium. Abbott is closer to
|
|
the glass barrier. The glass-like surface is still milky,
|
|
so no one can get a good look at them.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(to Ian)
|
|
They're already here.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks stands at the back. Watchful.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Show them the question.
|
|
|
|
Louise takes a breath and holds up her whiteboard while the
|
|
Techs set up the video equipment behind her.
|
|
|
|
It reads, in subtitled logogram: "OFFER WEAPON?"
|
|
|
|
Abbott and Costello make little movement. No answer.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
This isn't working.
|
|
|
|
Louise speaks directly to Abbott, stepping a bit closer:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Are you offering us something?
|
|
|
|
She holds up the whiteboard again.
|
|
|
|
Another quiet conference between Abbott and Costello.
|
|
|
|
More ink floats to the barrier to form a complex LOGOGRAM,
|
|
followed by the translation in subtitles.
|
|
|
|
"MUST LEARN MORE FROM IAN LOUISE"
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
They don't have enough of our
|
|
language to share it yet.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Let's fix that.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks checks the flatscreen monitors and tablet
|
|
interfaces behind them -- one for Louise, one for Ian.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
You're good to go.
|
|
65.
|
|
|
|
|
|
On one monitor, the library of new learned logograms is
|
|
currently blank. Like a spreadsheet waiting to be filled.
|
|
|
|
|
|
84 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - LATER 84
|
|
|
|
The sentence on Louise's flatscreen reads: "Ian gives
|
|
Louise an apple because tomorrow she will be hungry."
|
|
|
|
On the monitor behind her: the library is FULL of
|
|
logograms.
|
|
|
|
Abbott replies. The written logogram is displayed: A
|
|
gorgeous interwoven circle of loops, whorls, and splotches.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What is that?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I think it's what we wrote.
|
|
(pointing)
|
|
Look. This is the word for "apple"
|
|
but it's conjoined with their names
|
|
-- I can't tell where it starts or
|
|
ends.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
No front or back. Like their
|
|
bodies. And the ship.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How do you begin to craft a complex
|
|
statement like this? The relation
|
|
each symbol has to another --
|
|
(then)
|
|
You know what? We've never seen
|
|
them write. Only the result. Let's
|
|
see them in the act of writing.
|
|
|
|
Louise returns to the tablet. Erases the sentence on her
|
|
screen. And then, instead of preparing words and displaying
|
|
the result, she triggers the "live sketching" option that
|
|
shows her writing the letters and words in real-time.
|
|
|
|
She writes the sentence: "Louise writes so heptapods can
|
|
see her writing."
|
|
|
|
Abbott and Costello crook their heads.
|
|
|
|
Then Abbott approaches the transparent boundary, which
|
|
becomes clearer than ever before.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks notices. Tenses.
|
|
66.
|
|
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
(into mic)
|
|
One is approaching the boundary
|
|
with two, uh, limbs raised.
|
|
|
|
Abbott reaches the boundary, holding up two of his seven
|
|
"hands." He places them at two points on the transparent
|
|
wall and begins to draw. Ink issues from his hands as he
|
|
does.
|
|
|
|
Abbott writes a heptapod sentence in real-time. With two
|
|
hands simultaneously.
|
|
|
|
It is poetry in motion. A dance of ink. He begins at
|
|
opposite ends, and then writes phrases and symbols in a
|
|
perfect pair of arcs so that they connect as a circle at
|
|
the end.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Oh my god. Nonlinear orthography.
|
|
|
|
Ian catches up to what she's saying.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
They'd have to actually think
|
|
nonlinearly, then.
|
|
|
|
Louise grabs a tablet synced to the large flatscreen and
|
|
draws in heptapod logograms. She does it one-handed, but
|
|
she's quite good at it.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER (V.O.)
|
|
(via intercom)
|
|
Explain.
|
|
|
|
As she draws her logogram, she walks him through it;
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Imagine trying to write a long
|
|
sentence with two hands, starting
|
|
at either end. To do that, you'd
|
|
have to know every single word
|
|
you're going to write, and the
|
|
space all of it occupies.
|
|
|
|
Ian struggles to find reference to her logogram.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What is -- what are you writing?
|
|
|
|
She completes the ornate symbol.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
67.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I asked about predictability. If
|
|
"before" and "after" mean anything
|
|
to them. Or if they don't know what
|
|
that means.
|
|
|
|
Ian shuffles through notes on his tablet.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
When did we teach them any of this?
|
|
|
|
Abbott answers in heptapod with another elegant logogram.
|
|
|
|
Louise smiles and nods at Abbott.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
(astonished)
|
|
You can read that?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER (V.O.)
|
|
(over intercom)
|
|
Get back to the weapon.
|
|
|
|
Louise sighs and uses her keyboard to type as she asks
|
|
aloud:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Give weapon now?
|
|
|
|
Abbott draws a simple logogram. The translation: "SOLVE"
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Solve what?
|
|
|
|
The transparent boundary clears itself of all its writing.
|
|
|
|
Abbott then draws two lines that meet in the middle to form
|
|
one long, contiguous line.
|
|
|
|
Abbott gestures at the timeline and speaks: Click-click.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That's their spoken word for time.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
How do you know?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I remember how it sounds.
|
|
|
|
Then, Abbott draws a logogram on the far end of the line.
|
|
Louise translates:
|
|
68.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Humanity. That's us.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
So I see.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
At the end of our timeline.
|
|
|
|
The logogram from earlier forms again: "SOLVE."
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Son of a bitch. He's giving us
|
|
homework.
|
|
|
|
|
|
85 EXT. BASE CAMP - NIGHT 85
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian leave the trucks for the science tent,
|
|
escorted by men on either side. Weber walks with them.
|
|
Louise looks pale and slightly ill.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What is the answer?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I don't know yet. I have to dig
|
|
into it, figure out what they're
|
|
even asking.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
This is your new priority. No more
|
|
language lessons until you crack
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
His voice fades as the group marches on toward the tents,
|
|
unaware that Louise has stopped walking.
|
|
|
|
She puts her hands on her thighs, suddenly nauseated.
|
|
|
|
Nearby is a PUDDLE of rainwater. The moon is visible in
|
|
reflection, as is the silhouette of the Shell.
|
|
|
|
Louise stares at the puddle as a ringing swells in her ear
|
|
--
|
|
|
|
QUICK POPS:
|
|
|
|
|
|
86 INT. LAKE HOUSE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 86
|
|
|
|
The moonlit lake on the other side of a bedroom window.
|
|
69.
|
|
|
|
|
|
87 INT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 87
|
|
|
|
Four-year-old Hannah's feet curl, inside pajama footies.
|
|
|
|
|
|
88 EXT. BASE CAMP - BACK TO SCENE 88
|
|
|
|
Louise stands upright again. Takes a breath, a little
|
|
unnerved. And continues on to the cluster of tents, alone.
|
|
|
|
One soldier has remained behind as escort. Watching her
|
|
with a growing suspicion. Private Lasky. With his rifle.
|
|
|
|
|
|
89 INT. MESS TENT - NIGHT 89
|
|
|
|
Louise sits alone, rubbing her temples. Her plate:
|
|
untouched.
|
|
|
|
Ian enters, looking worse for wear. He grabs a pre-made
|
|
meal and joins Louise at her table. His eyes are bloodshot.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Didn't expect to see you out.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I'm hiding from Weber.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How goes the riddle?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
It's a timeline. I don't know what
|
|
they're asking me to solve. Is it
|
|
about population dynamics?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Why do you go there?
|
|
|
|
Ian grabs a salt shaker from the end of the table.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Let me tell you a story about
|
|
probability.
|
|
|
|
He pours a dollop of salt on the table between them. A few
|
|
quick shakes.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
70.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The current world population is
|
|
hovering close to eight billion,
|
|
but we started out as just a
|
|
trickle, right? Things got really
|
|
populated in the last couple of
|
|
centuries, so here's humanity:
|
|
|
|
He then shakes out a salt line for a bit until he unscrews
|
|
the cap and dumps a heap at the end.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
This line represents the population
|
|
of the whole history of humanity.
|
|
Estimated at just over 100 billion.
|
|
What that means is: About eight
|
|
percent of every human who ever
|
|
lived is alive right now. And that
|
|
puts us at this pileup at the end.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
The end?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Well, some people call this an
|
|
"extinction burst." I don't,
|
|
because I think it's junk science.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How can you be so sure?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
People have been predicting the end
|
|
of civilization for ages. But
|
|
someone always comes along and
|
|
kicks us further down the timeline.
|
|
|
|
Ian spreads out the salt like sand, and runs his finger
|
|
through it in a line, punctuating one end. The timeline.
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LOUISE
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Maybe it doesn't happen this time.
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They're warning us. We're running
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out of time.
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IAN
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I can't tell that to Weber.
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LOUISE
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Weber? The CIA guy is who worries
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me. Halpern.
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Louise suddenly winces and rubs her temples.
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71.
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IAN
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How are you holding up?
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LOUISE
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Headaches.
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(beat)
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My brain is scrambled.
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IAN
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I hear they have the prefabs up
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finally. We get private housing.
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LOUISE
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(distant)
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Yeah --
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IAN
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Hey.
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He reaches across the table and takes her hand in his.
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Louise looks at Ian. Then at their hands.
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IAN
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We'll get through. It's all right.
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She pulls her hands from him, suddenly shy.
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LOUISE
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I'm sorry, I just -- I'm feeling
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raw and unstable and --
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Colonel Weber enters the mess tent and sets his sights on
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Ian. Calls out from the door:
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COLONEL WEBER
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Ian. You're needed in operations.
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Ian keeps his focus on Louise.
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IAN
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I'll see you later.
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(once more)
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We'll get a win soon.
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Ian leaves. When he's gone, Louise's headache returns.
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90 INT. PEDIATRICIAN'S OFFICE - DAY - FLASHBACK 90
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Hannah and Louise hold hands on the exam bed. Louise is
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fighting back tears.
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72.
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91 INT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 91
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Louise stares at a shelf full of Hannah's awards. Photos of
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Hannah in sports, at band concerts, in a theme park.
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92 INT. LAKE HOUSE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 92
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Louise is bent over in her bathroom, ill.
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93 EXT. MESS TENT - NIGHT 93
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Louise is bent over a trash can as if she just vomited. She
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coughs, looks around like she's lost.
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She notices tears in her eyes. Wipes them.
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It disturbs her. She fights back the intense emotional
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impact of these memories.
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It takes a few breaths for her to compose herself.
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REPORTER (V.O.)
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(pre-lap)
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And why do you want to see the
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ships destroyed?
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94 EXT. TV COVERAGE - SOME LANDING SITE - NIGHT 94
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Handheld camera interviewing a MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN holding a
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sign in a protest line outside a barricade. She's been
|
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crying; her eyes are red with tears. And she speaks
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English.
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Ticker at bottom of screen: "UFO 'TRUTHER' MOVEMENT GROWS"
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MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN
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Because! It's not right. We are the
|
|
only ones in this universe. This
|
|
whole thing is a hoax. Why d'you
|
|
think they haven't shown an alien
|
|
up close? It's all a conspiracy!
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The sound of a KNOCKING wrenches from the news clip to --
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95 INT. HOUSING PRE-FAB - BEDROOM - NIGHT 95
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|
Louise wakes suddenly in bed. She's fallen asleep atop the
|
|
covers, still in her clothes. Clutching a pillow as if it
|
|
were a child.
|
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73.
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The loud KNOCKING comes again. And she gets up.
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96 INT. HOUSING PRE-FAB - FRONT DOOR - MOMENTS LATER 96
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|
Louise opens the door to find Weber and Ian standing
|
|
outside, their breath pluming in the cold air.
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COLONEL WEBER
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May we come in?
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|
Louise frowns.
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97 INT. HOUSING PRE-FAB - LIVING AREA - MOMENTS LATER 97
|
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|
Louise, Weber, and Ian sit in this hotel-room-sized space.
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|
IAN
|
|
How are you feeling?
|
|
|
|
Louise tries to read the situation. Something is wrong.
|
|
|
|
Ian looks concerned. Weber looks suspicious.
|
|
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|
LOUISE
|
|
I just need sleep. I'm fine.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You want to tell me what's going
|
|
on?
|
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|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I don't -- what, what happened?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You used seven words in the last
|
|
session you never used before. And
|
|
you wrote all of them in heptapod.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What? What words?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You had three different exchanges
|
|
no one on our side of the glass
|
|
could follow.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Show me. I'll tell you what I
|
|
wrote.
|
|
74.
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|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
That's not the problem here!
|
|
|
|
Weber's getting more frustrated. Ian steps in to defuse:
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
All this focus on alien language.
|
|
Look, I did some research and
|
|
there's this idea that immersing
|
|
yourself in a foreign language can
|
|
rewire your brain --
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
The Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, yes.
|
|
The theory that the language you
|
|
speak determines how you think.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Are you dreaming in this language?
|
|
|
|
Louise looks from Ian to Weber. Guarded.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What does that--? I've had a few
|
|
dreams. That doesn't make me unfit
|
|
for the job.
|
|
|
|
Weber shows her a paper document signed at the bottom.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
This might.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That's just a prescription for my
|
|
headaches, Kettler--
|
|
|
|
Then she notices something.
|
|
|
|
THE SIGNATURE FORM, revealing Louise has signed her name in
|
|
a circle. Like a cursive logogram.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Kettler tells me you signed it with
|
|
your left hand. You're right
|
|
handed.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Well. I. I mean --
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
It was one thing when no one could
|
|
understand them. It's another when
|
|
no one but you can.
|
|
75.
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|
|
|
|
|
(directed at Ian)
|
|
You think you can manage in the
|
|
room on your own now?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
Louise focuses on Ian now, her eyes pleading.
|
|
|
|
Ian sees her, this woman on verge of a breakdown, suddenly
|
|
quite fragile. It pains him, but he believes it --
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
If I had to. Yes.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Ian. Come on. Wait, just --
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
(stands)
|
|
I'm pulling you out.
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian follow. Louise intercepts Weber at the door:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I need to be in there. This is all
|
|
I do. Take it away and I'm just a,
|
|
what, a prisoner.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Louise, you just need to recover --
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(snaps at Ian)
|
|
Shut up!
|
|
(to Weber)
|
|
This won't work without me. I'm the
|
|
only one they really talk to.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Which is why I can't afford to lose
|
|
you! Do you get it now?
|
|
|
|
Suddenly frustrated by his confession, Weber steps back out
|
|
into the cold. But Ian pauses outside her door. Turns
|
|
around to face Louise again.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks devastated; untethered.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I'm sorry. I got worried --
|
|
|
|
But she shuts the door on him.
|
|
76.
|
|
|
|
|
|
98 EXT. MONTANA LANDING SITE - MORNING 98
|
|
|
|
The Shell gleams in the rising sun, casting a shadow over a
|
|
slice of the science camp site the shape of a tombstone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
99 EXT. "THE SHELL" - MORNING 99
|
|
|
|
Privates Lasky and Combs set heavy A/V boxes at a staging
|
|
area by the scissor lift.
|
|
|
|
|
|
100 INT. SCIENCE TENT - IAN'S AREA - MORNING 100
|
|
|
|
VIDEO of Abbott and Costello plays on a screen. The last
|
|
session in the room. Fast-forwarding to the appearance of
|
|
the timeline. Pause.
|
|
|
|
Ian studies it on the monitor at his desk. His team of
|
|
SCIENCE EXPERTS argue and gesture at one another in the
|
|
background, around a large table.
|
|
|
|
Behind him: A glass screen displays the timeline riddle,
|
|
big as life.
|
|
|
|
Ian rubs his face. Downs his coffee. Goes at it again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
101 EXT. HOUSING PRE-FAB - MORNING 101
|
|
|
|
Weber knocks on Louise's door.
|
|
|
|
Beat. Louise opens the door just a few inches. Her eyes are
|
|
bloodshot. She's wearing yesterday's clothes.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Did you sleep?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
A little.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
I need your brain.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
You're putting me back in?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
(evading)
|
|
77.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Do you know Mandarin?
|
|
|
|
|
|
102 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - SPY ROOM - MORNING 102
|
|
|
|
The two push through the tent flap, and Louise is startled—
|
|
|
|
EVERY SINGLE TV SCREEN is filled with footage of violence.
|
|
Gunfire at the grounds of another alien site. Riots at
|
|
another. Naval maneuvers on the Indian Ocean.
|
|
|
|
Weber hands Louise a set of headphones, and replays a
|
|
video.
|
|
|
|
ON SCREEN: Spy footage of two CHINESE MEN meeting at a camp
|
|
not unlike the Montana site. Muddled voices in Mandarin.
|
|
Louise translates:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
He's saying each of the twelve is
|
|
offering advanced technology.
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Spies report India and Sudan have
|
|
already received theirs. Like sets.
|
|
Sets? I don't know what he means --
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Something about an advantage. With
|
|
suits, honor, and flowers?
|
|
|
|
The clip ends abruptly. Weber takes the headphones back.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
We don't know what it means,
|
|
either. But an hour ago China
|
|
scrambled fighters at airfields in
|
|
four different bases, and Sudan is
|
|
following suit. "Big Domino" is
|
|
about to start something.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Following suit --
|
|
(realizing)
|
|
Suits, honor, and flowers. Colonel,
|
|
those are tile sets in Mahjong. Oh
|
|
god, have they been using a game to
|
|
converse with their heptapods?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Maybe. Probably easier than trying
|
|
to teach Mandarin. Why?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
78.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Say I taught them chess instead of
|
|
English. Every conversation is a
|
|
game, every idea expressed through
|
|
opposition -- victory and defeat.
|
|
You see the problem? If all I ever
|
|
give you is a hammer --
|
|
|
|
Weber looks back at the monitors, suddenly getting it.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
-- Everything's a nail.
|
|
|
|
Halpern enters, riled up. Steps up to Weber.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
May I have a word, Colonel?
|
|
|
|
Weber nods to Louise: Dismissed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
103 INT. SCIENCE TENT - MOMENTS LATER 103
|
|
|
|
Louise enters, distraught. Goes to her desk.
|
|
|
|
ANGLE ON IAN, engrossed in his study of previous sessions,
|
|
until he hears Louise gathering papers at her desk.
|
|
|
|
He sees her through the timeline screen bisecting their
|
|
workspace. It's like the glass barrier in the chamber.
|
|
After a beat, he decides to approach her.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Hey.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hey.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
How are you doing?
|
|
|
|
She keeps gathering printouts of logograms. Shoving
|
|
material into folders.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Why do you want to know?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Why? Because I -- because you were
|
|
starting to scare me.
|
|
(steps closer)
|
|
You would have done the same for
|
|
me, if you were in my shoes.
|
|
79.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Louise turns to him now. Vulnerable, and mad about it. But
|
|
refusing to cry in front of him.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Oh, so I should see things from
|
|
your perspective, but did you ever
|
|
see it from mine? Just once?
|
|
(re: Timeline)
|
|
You got the symbol for 'humanity'
|
|
wrong. Doesn't that say it all.
|
|
|
|
She walks around to the other side of the screen and makes
|
|
adjustments by touch.
|
|
|
|
Ian watches from Louise's desk on the other side -- and he
|
|
nearly gasps in surprise.
|
|
|
|
From his POV, the timeline is reversed. And the logogram
|
|
that means 'humanity' now looks the same from either side.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Louise -- their word is an
|
|
ambigram. It reads the same front
|
|
or back.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It is? Oh -- You're right.
|
|
|
|
He marvels at this mirror image of the timeline problem.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
On your side, the human race is at
|
|
the end of its time. But here -- to
|
|
the heptapods -- we're just getting
|
|
started.
|
|
|
|
The low BASS TONE reverberates through the tents.
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS (О.S.)
|
|
Ten minutes to session. Ian --
|
|
you're up.
|
|
|
|
Louise leans in to Ian to keep him focused on the problem
|
|
in front of him.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How does that help us?
|
|
|
|
Ian frowns, thinking then, in a sudden Eureka moment, he
|
|
gets it. Claps his hands --
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
80.
|
|
|
|
|
|
My god. It's not a problem at all,
|
|
it's a choice.
|
|
|
|
He charges off, right out of the tent.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Ian? Ian, wait --
|
|
|
|
|
|
104 EXT. BASE CAMP - CONTINUOUS 104
|
|
|
|
Louise trails after Ian, who's headed right for the pickup.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What choice?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
That's what they're saying. It's
|
|
like a warning label on a power
|
|
tool. Whatever they're offering us,
|
|
we can use it to flourish for
|
|
millions of years, or we can do
|
|
something stupid and end it all
|
|
right now.
|
|
|
|
Halpern steps out of the Ops Tent with Weber and zeroes in
|
|
on Ian leading Louise for the Shell door.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Doctor Banks!
|
|
|
|
Ian grabs Louise by the hand. He's not going in alone.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Come on.
|
|
|
|
Louise hurries after Ian.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
No one authorized you back inside -
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
But the two pile into a pickup and Ian peels out.
|
|
|
|
Halpern moves for the second truck, where two HAZMAT-suited
|
|
TECHS arrive looking confused -- the rest of Ian's team.
|
|
|
|
|
|
105 EXT. "THE SHELL" - DAY 105
|
|
|
|
Ian slides the pickup to a stop close to the scissor lift.
|
|
Louise hurries out on one side, Ian following. Neither of
|
|
them in suits or with respirators.
|
|
81.
|
|
|
|
|
|
In the distance, the other truck is on approach, leaving a
|
|
rooster tail of dust behind it.
|
|
|
|
Ahead, the scissor lift DESCENDS from its high perch at the
|
|
surface, revealing Lasky and Combs in full suits.
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise climb in as they step out. Louise makes eye
|
|
contact with Lasky.
|
|
|
|
PRIVATE LASKY
|
|
You can't go in there.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
She's with me.
|
|
|
|
Ian punches the 'up' button on the lift.
|
|
|
|
Louise checks to see how close the other truck is, but then
|
|
her attention drifts back to Lasky and Combs, below.
|
|
|
|
They both just stand and watch them, clutching their
|
|
rifles.
|
|
|
|
|
|
106 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - MOMENTS LATER 106
|
|
|
|
Louise and Ian arrive to find Abbott already here,
|
|
advancing for the glass barrier. Abbott's movement suggests
|
|
an urgency.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Abbott?
|
|
|
|
The timeline draws itself on the glass. And beneath it a
|
|
symbol appears. Louise points to it:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"Solve." It's all on you now.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Is there a symbol for "choice?"
|
|
Both timelines are possible, it all
|
|
depends upon what we choose to do
|
|
with their offer.
|
|
|
|
Louise nods.
|
|
|
|
But then the tablet powers down; shorts out on its own.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Wait, what just—
|
|
82.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Abbott writes on the barrier. Adding to the previous:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"Solve here." He wants me to write
|
|
on the glass.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Can you?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It's a complicated sentence. I'm
|
|
trying to figure it out.
|
|
|
|
Louise approaches the boundary, opposite Abbott.
|
|
|
|
The wall becomes more and more transparent, revealing
|
|
Abbott more intimately than ever before.
|
|
|
|
The alien gestures at her.
|
|
|
|
Louise tentatively puts up two hands, then lowers one.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I can't. I can't draw both ends at
|
|
the same time.
|
|
|
|
She holds her right hand up against the glass. It reacts by
|
|
forming ink on Abbott's side.
|
|
|
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As she does, Abbott holds up one hand against the glass on
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his end, to the left of her position.
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Louise regards him curiously. Then she takes a breath, and
|
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begins to draw one end of this elegant, complicated circle.
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As she does, Abbott draws on his end. Working in the
|
|
opposite arc toward Louise's starting point.
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IAN
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|
What is he doing?
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Louise's eyes widen as she realizes --
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LOUISE
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He's being my other arm. He's
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finishing my sentence.
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The two co-authors finish simultaneously, connecting the
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arcs of their logograms into a circle.
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83.
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REVEAL an angle showing Abbott's hand perfectly aligned
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with Louise's, only the transparent wall between them.
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QUICK POP:
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107 INT. LAKE HOUSE - HANNAH'S ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 107
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Baby Hannah reaches up from her cradle, her little infant
|
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hand outstretched like Abbott's. Louise reaching down to
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let Hannah grip mom's pointer finger.
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108 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - BACK TO SCENE 108
|
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Louise snaps out of that quick vision. She takes a step
|
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back.
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LOUISE
|
|
That's -- That's it.
|
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|
Looking at it head-on, the logogram is complete.
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|
|
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Then: A tapestry of heptapod logograms begin flowing across
|
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the entire transparent wall, like wallpaper patterns.
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|
|
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They appear with dozens of GEOMETRIC EQUATIONS. Circles.
|
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Angular shapes. Equations in heptapod with Arabic numerals
|
|
around them like liner notes. A waterfall of data. It pours
|
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down the screen.
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PRESSING IN on Ian, who smiles broadly.
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|
IAN
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|
This is it.
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(into headset)
|
|
This is the gift!
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COLONEL WEBER (V.O.)
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|
(over headset)
|
|
We got it over here.
|
|
(to Tech)
|
|
Christ, how much is this --
|
|
(back to Ian)
|
|
It's two terabytes of data.
|
|
|
|
Abbott begins miming the "walk" action they taught earlier.
|
|
Simultaneously, a new set of logograms form from ink
|
|
splattered harshly against the glass --
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|
IAN
|
|
What is he saying?
|
|
84.
|
|
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|
Louise approaches the barrier, frowning.
|
|
|
|
Meanwhile, a faint BEEPING begins quickening somewhere in
|
|
the interview chamber.
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|
LOUISE
|
|
Those are our names --
|
|
(translating)
|
|
Must leave?
|
|
(to Abbott)
|
|
You're asking us to go?
|
|
|
|
She gets close now --
|
|
|
|
Ian approaches a DUFFEL BAG toppled by the glass barrier on
|
|
the floor, getting closer to the sound --
|
|
|
|
Pulling it away to reveal: A set of wired C4 CHARGES stuck
|
|
against the glass --
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Louise!
|
|
|
|
Ian runs to grab Louise --
|
|
|
|
Louise looks back at Abbott -- he's warning them --
|
|
|
|
Suddenly the gravity shifts in the chamber -- Louise and
|
|
Ian find themselves sliding AWAY from the barrier, right
|
|
back into the tunnel --
|
|
|
|
Louise looks one last time at Abbott and sees:
|
|
|
|
He's pressing his seven-fingered hand to the glass once
|
|
more. The way he did when she first shared her name.
|
|
|
|
This image shrinks as gravity takes Louise away from the
|
|
chamber and then with a cacophonous BOOM --
|
|
|
|
The interview chamber is ENGULFED IN A FIREBALL, with an
|
|
impact so hard Louise sees it SHATTER THE BARRIER --
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise stop sliding, but then the firecloud rolls
|
|
toward them out the chamber and into the tunnel --
|
|
|
|
BLACK. NO SOUND.
|
|
|
|
A beat. Then:
|
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|
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|
109 INT. LAKE HOUSE - HANNAH'S ROOM - MORNING - FLASHBACK 109
|
|
85.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Louise and 4-year-old Hannah are on the bed. Louise has
|
|
fallen asleep with a storybook on her lap. Hannah leans in
|
|
and WHISPERS into Louise's ear --
|
|
|
|
Louise's eyes SNAP OPEN --
|
|
|
|
|
|
110 INT. MEDICAL TENT - INFIRMARY - DAY 110
|
|
|
|
TIGHT on Louise waking with a start.
|
|
|
|
A bandage has been taped to her forehead.
|
|
|
|
She sits up, and instantly regrets it. Her head hurts.
|
|
|
|
Kettler approaches.
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Careful. You suffered a concussion.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Ian -- Is he --
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Three broken ribs and a sprained
|
|
ankle, but otherwise he's fine.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
How long was I out?
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
About two hours. Been strangely
|
|
quiet ever since.
|
|
|
|
Kettler tends to her, examines her pulse and temperature.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Who--?
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
It was a couple of soldiers. They'd
|
|
been watching too much TV, afraid
|
|
the gift was going to kill us all.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We don't need help from another
|
|
race to do that.
|
|
|
|
81-82A.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(then)
|
|
86.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What happened to them? The
|
|
soldiers.
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
The agency man, Halpern, he shot
|
|
them, but it was too late.
|
|
|
|
Outside: The entire camp is mobilized. One tent one the
|
|
edge of camp is in the process of being collapsed.
|
|
|
|
Even more sobering: A truck parks nearby, towing the
|
|
SCISSOR LIFT used to get up into the Shell.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What's going on now?
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Preparing to evacuate.
|
|
|
|
Louise tenses. She looks around -- Ian isn't in the tent.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Where is Ian?
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Weber came and got him, maybe ten
|
|
minutes ago. He wouldn't leave
|
|
until he knew you were okay. But
|
|
your whole tent is on the clock to
|
|
figure out whatever it is you were
|
|
given up there. Because we're
|
|
pulling up stakes.
|
|
|
|
Louise immediately gets up, past Kettler, and goes for the
|
|
tent exit.
|
|
|
|
DR. KETTLER
|
|
Medevac is on the way!
|
|
|
|
|
|
111 INT. SCIENCE TENT - CRYPTO ROOM - THAT MOMENT 111
|
|
|
|
The alien data spreads across all the flatscreens.
|
|
|
|
Weber watches it, arms crossed.
|
|
|
|
Ian stands at one computer, cycling through some subset of
|
|
the data. His button-down shirt is loose, showing the tight
|
|
bandage wrap around his ribs underneath.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Is this all of it? The feed wasn't
|
|
cut before the explosion?
|
|
87.
|
|
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Not as far as we can tell.
|
|
|
|
Ian is visibly relieved.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
We should combine my team with
|
|
Louise's and get them all working
|
|
on this.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I don't know yet. But they're
|
|
finally speaking my language.
|
|
|
|
Louise enters the tent, shoving the flap aside.
|
|
|
|
Weber sees her coming.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Doctor Banks --
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We are not leaving.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Glad to see you're awake.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(rolling through it)
|
|
We need to get back in there, talk
|
|
to them, explain what happened, it
|
|
wasn't our fault --
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You're not going back inside.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We have to.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What happened in there was an
|
|
attack. We can hope for the best,
|
|
but I have orders to prepare for a
|
|
retaliation. So we're leaving in
|
|
twenty-four hours.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That's the wrong move. As long as
|
|
they stay, we have to stay. We have
|
|
to keep talking.
|
|
88.
|
|
|
|
|
|
A low, STRANGE TONE reverberates through the tent.
|
|
|
|
This one is not the tone they've heard before.
|
|
|
|
And it's accompanied by a RUMBLE.
|
|
|
|
|
|
112 EXT. SCIENCE TENT - DAY 112
|
|
|
|
Louise, Ian and Weber emerge from the tent to see:
|
|
|
|
The Shell lifts higher into the sky.
|
|
|
|
It rises, vibrating everyone's rib cages, the air beneath
|
|
it undulating as if reflected on water.
|
|
|
|
Then, several hundred feet up -- it stops.
|
|
|
|
And hovers. Parked there. Staring down.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Well. They're not leaving.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
Why does this feel worse.
|
|
|
|
|
|
113 EXT. SCIENCE TENT - NIGHT 113
|
|
|
|
Outside, the canopy of stars above is staggering.
|
|
|
|
The Shell remains in the sky, partially eclipsing the moon.
|
|
|
|
Tilting down to find the Ops Tent, bustling with activity.
|
|
|
|
|
|
114 INT. SCIENCE TENT - NIGHT 114
|
|
|
|
Close in: the data playing out on a large flatscreen. The
|
|
twelve landing site MONITORS are all black.
|
|
|
|
Ian and Louise sit together, down from their early high of
|
|
receiving the gift. Now they face a mountain of material.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I don't get it.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
We've only been at this an hour.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
No, I mean -- what is it?
|
|
89.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I recognize maybe one in every
|
|
twenty logograms. It will take some
|
|
time to unpack the rest.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
But look at their math. This is
|
|
their code; their building blocks.
|
|
But I don't know where anything
|
|
starts or ends1 It may as well be
|
|
random.
|
|
|
|
Strange RORSCHARCH-LIKE DIAGRAMS animate on screen.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It can't be random.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I know.
|
|
|
|
Ian gets up and starts pacing. Stares at the dark monitors.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I wonder how the Brits are doing.
|
|
|
|
He kicks at the back of his chair and storms off.
|
|
|
|
Louise is too tired to get up and go after him. Her eyes
|
|
are heavy and she's still wounded from the explosion. She
|
|
rakes her fingers through her long hair and stares at the
|
|
screens.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH (O.S.)
|
|
What's this term here?
|
|
|
|
|
|
115 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 115
|
|
|
|
Louise reads papers at her desk. She runs her fingers
|
|
through her short hair, like she just did.
|
|
|
|
Her study is walled with books, and her desk allows her a
|
|
view through the open door all the way down the hall.
|
|
|
|
Hannah (age 12) steps to the threshold. Leans against it.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Mom.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Sweetie.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
90.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What's the term for that thing,
|
|
like a technical term, where we
|
|
make like a deal, and we both get
|
|
something out of it?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
A compromise?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
You remember what it sounds like?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Like it's a competition but both
|
|
sides end up happy.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Like a win-win?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
More science-у than that.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
You want science, call your father.
|
|
|
|
Louise returns to her papers. Hannah frowns.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
You always do that. You and Dad.
|
|
Put in just a little effort and
|
|
then kick me to the other parent.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hannah, that's not fair.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
It really isn't!
|
|
|
|
She storms off down the hall. Louise watches her go. Tries
|
|
to think of what to say.
|
|
|
|
IAN (V.O.)
|
|
Louise --
|
|
|
|
|
|
116 INT. SCIENCE TENT - LOUISE'S DESK - DAY 116
|
|
|
|
Louise snaps her head up, having drifted off to sleep at
|
|
her work table surrounded by computers .
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
91.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
No. I'm up.
|
|
(then)
|
|
What time is it?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
That question is irrelevant, if
|
|
you're a heptapod.
|
|
|
|
He smiles at her. Eager.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
You cracked something. Didn't you.
|
|
|
|
Ian nods. He grabs a bottle of HAND SANITIZER stowed atop a
|
|
comms shelf and his pen-sized laser pointer.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I found something that demonstrated
|
|
Fermat's Principle of Least Time.
|
|
|
|
Ian shines the laser at the sanitizer and oddly, we can SEE
|
|
THE BEAM cutting through the bottle. Ian moves the pointer
|
|
as he talks, demonstrating:
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Light always knows the shortest
|
|
route to a point in terms of time,
|
|
even if it has to change course.
|
|
For a long time we thought it was
|
|
cheating. Like how does it know the
|
|
shortest path is this curve?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
The heptapods know?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
More than that.
|
|
|
|
He triggers an animation sequence of data that looks like a
|
|
three-dimensional network of nodes. Then one strand GLOWS
|
|
inside the network, linking two disparate parts.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
It's how they see everything. How
|
|
they travel. Except the shortest
|
|
path is outside space and time.
|
|
With this, we could build a space
|
|
shipwith no rockets. We'd just --
|
|
(snaps fingers)
|
|
92.
|
|
|
|
|
|
-- and we're there.
|
|
|
|
Louise catches her breath.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It's not a weapon.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Yeah. Well -- Nobel thought the
|
|
same of dynamite --
|
|
|
|
Nonetheless, Louise is visibly relieved.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
There's something else. At the tail
|
|
end of the code.
|
|
|
|
Ian makes a few keystrokes on a monitor and brings up an
|
|
image on a large flat-screen.
|
|
|
|
THE SCREEN shows a series of intertwined logograms. Like a
|
|
Persian rug of alien data.
|
|
|
|
Ian magnifies one corner revealing:
|
|
|
|
"1 / 12" -- followed by an elegant little symbol.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
They used Arabic numerals. "One of
|
|
twelve."
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(a-ha moment)
|
|
Do you know what this means?
|
|
|
|
|
|
117 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - "WAR ROOM" - DAY 117
|
|
|
|
Connected to the Operations tent, but made private, walled
|
|
off from the screens and the noise. Mainly it's just a
|
|
conference table, some comms gear, and a world map.
|
|
|
|
Louise, flanked by Ian, confronts Colonel Weber at the
|
|
conference table with Agent Halpern.
|
|
|
|
She holds up the printout.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
This is just one piece of it. What
|
|
they're telling us, right here, is
|
|
that ours is one of twelve. We're
|
|
part of a larger whole.
|
|
93.
|
|
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Or we're one of twelve contestants
|
|
for the prize.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(to Weber)
|
|
Why do I have to talk to him?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You did your job, now he gets to
|
|
run the show.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(to Halpern)
|
|
We need to talk to the other sites
|
|
and help them with whatever they've
|
|
gotten from the other heptapods.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
In case you don't remember, we're
|
|
blacked out. So are the other
|
|
nations. We're on our own.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
This is telling us the pieces go
|
|
together.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
And I'm telling you no one else
|
|
believes that.
|
|
|
|
Halpern swivels his laptop around and shows a recording:
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Two hours ago we pulled this audio
|
|
off a secure channel in Russia.
|
|
Someone on the science team there
|
|
was broadcasting wide.
|
|
|
|
He clicks playback, and we see a screen go black with
|
|
English translation appearing as the recording plays over
|
|
the sound of pounding on the door --
|
|
|
|
RUSSIAN SCIENTIST (V.O.)
|
|
Their final words translate to,
|
|
"There is no time, many become
|
|
one." I fear we have all been given
|
|
weapons because we answered the
|
|
timeline wrong, please, if you --
|
|
|
|
With the CRACK of a gunshot the recording abruptly ends.
|
|
|
|
Louise begins to fray at the edges. Staving off panic:
|
|
94.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Well, I mean, there are ways to
|
|
interpret what he said --
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
I don't need an interpreter to know
|
|
what this means. Russia just
|
|
executed one of their own experts
|
|
to keep their secrets.
|
|
|
|
He clicks through to show on his monitor:
|
|
|
|
Every Shell now hovers over their site. From Hokkaido to
|
|
Wales, the massive spheres hang in the air. Waiting.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"Many become one" could just be
|
|
their way of saying "some assembly
|
|
required -- "
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Why hand it out to us in pieces?
|
|
Why not just give it all over?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What better way to force us all to
|
|
work together, for once?
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Halpern looks to the other people in the room. Weber
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studies him carefully. Ian nods, in support of Louise.
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AGENT HALPERN
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Even if I did believe you, how in
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the world are you going to get
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anyone else to play along and give
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up their data?
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Ian jumps on this one:
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IAN
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We offer our own in return.
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Halpern looks to Weber. Is he serious?
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AGENT HALPERN
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A trade.
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IAN
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So it's a non-zero-sum game.
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Louise hears this and it dawns on her --
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95.
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118 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 118
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Hannah storms down the hall. Picking up right where we left
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her from the previous flashback.
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Louise sits forward, with that same look of realization:
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LOUISE
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A non-zero-sum game!
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Hannah stops. Turns back around.
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HANNAH
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That's it! Yes! Thank you, Mom.
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Hannah shuffles back into her room.
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Louise slowly touches her face, an even deeper question now
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creeping into her mind: Did I just alter my own past?
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COLONEL WEBER (V.O.)
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(pre-lap)
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What did you just do?
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Louise seems to hear the voice beside her and look --
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119 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - "WAR ROOM" - BACK TO SCENE 119
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Weber stands at her side. Behind him, by a set of comms
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stations, Halpern and his team are on phones.
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LOUISE
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I'm -- I'm sorry?
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COLONEL WEBER
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Nobody locks horns with the CIA
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like that. What motivated you?
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Louise is still a bit lost, reeling from the effect she
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just had on her own memory.
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LOUISE
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Family.
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Weber is surprised and confused by this answer.
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They're interrupted by Halpern, who steps up with:
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AGENT HALPERN
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96.
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Nine of the landing sites have gone
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total comms blackout. Only way to
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reach them is to physically drive
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there and yell at the border guard.
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Which we're doing, but it won't be
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fast enough.
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LOUISE
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There's gotta be some way to get a
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message to them.
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AGENT HALPERN
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To our allies, maybe, but at this
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stage it's too little too late.
|
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What we need is to get all the
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nations online before one starts
|
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global war, and there's no way for
|
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us to reach them.
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|
It's a living nightmare for Louise; all that needs to
|
|
happen is for people to talk to each other, but no one
|
|
will. Then:
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IAN (O.S.)
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Yes there is.
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All eyes on Ian.
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IAN
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It's right over our heads.
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He taps a screen displaying the Shell hovering outside.
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COLONEL WEBER
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Maybe you see how that's
|
|
problematic for us now.
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PRESSING ON LOUISE, as the others discuss options:
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AGENT HALPERN (O.S.)
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And if their intent is global war?
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IAN (O.S.)
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Then at least we know.
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QUICK POP:
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120 INT. CYLINDER CHAMBER - DAY 120
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Louise is in a dark space of unknown dimension, lit from a
|
|
bright light on one side, wearing a breathing mask, her
|
|
hair dancing weightlessly around her face—
|
|
97.
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121 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - "WAR ROOM" - BACK TO SCENE 121
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She snaps out of the vision, looks around:
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|
The men are still arguing.
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|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
I'm not having our decisions
|
|
outsourced to the enemy --
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|
IAN
|
|
They aren't the enemy, when have
|
|
they made any act of aggression
|
|
toward us?
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|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Maybe this is their way of being
|
|
aggressive!
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
That isn't the question.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Then what is?
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
How do we get you back in the room
|
|
when it's half a mile straight up?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I'm sure Louise would --
|
|
|
|
They all look to where Louise was standing.
|
|
|
|
She's gone now.
|
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|
122 EXT. OPERATIONS TENT - DAY 122
|
|
|
|
It's raining when Ian, Halpern, and Weber step out. Halpern
|
|
is first to point out:
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Vehicle's missing.
|
|
|
|
Another low BASS TONE emanates from the ship -- and it
|
|
seems to PUSH THE CLOUDS around it like a ripple on water.
|
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|
123 INT. "THE SHELL" - CONTINUOUS 123
|
|
98.
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|
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|
|
|
FROM BLACK, a circle of BLACK separates and shrinks. It
|
|
takes us a moment to realize we're inside the ship, looking
|
|
straight down as a cylinder descends to the ground.
|
|
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|
|
124 EXT. OPERATIONS TENT - CONTINUOUS 124
|
|
|
|
Ian grabs a pair of binoculars from an OFFICER and looks
|
|
out in the direction of where the Shell had been.
|
|
|
|
BINOCULARS POV:
|
|
|
|
Through magnification he sees the cylinder descend.
|
|
|
|
And where it lands is close to where LOUISE now waits for
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
Both of them are tiny, almost silhouettes at this range.
|
|
|
|
But it looks like Louise has a breathing mask in her hand.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN (O.S.)
|
|
What the hell is she doing?
|
|
|
|
She steps into the cylinder.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What you hired her to do.
|
|
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|
|
|
125 INT. CYLINDER CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS 125
|
|
|
|
Plain, dimly-lit from below, cramped.
|
|
|
|
Louise puts her fingers on the inside wall, feeling it --
|
|
|
|
-- and then the cylinder seals her up inside, in darkness.
|
|
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|
|
126 EXT. LANDING SITE - CONTINUOUS 126
|
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|
|
The cylinder elevator lifts off. Noiselessly.
|
|
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|
|
|
127 INT. CYLINDER CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS 127
|
|
|
|
Louise can feel the acceleration in her stomach, and in the
|
|
pitch of the low tone reverberating inside.
|
|
|
|
She looks around for anything else in the chamber with her.
|
|
No windows. No views outside.
|
|
99.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Outside the walls of the chamber, another metallic ROAR.
|
|
Followed by a distant HIGH PITCH.
|
|
|
|
Louise waits for a portal to open. None do. She's trapped
|
|
inside this space.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
-- Hello?
|
|
|
|
At her feet, light sets the floor aglow.
|
|
|
|
And then a luminous GAS seeps in and begins to rise around
|
|
her. Filling the cylinder.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Oh god - oh god oh god --
|
|
|
|
Louise puts on the oxygen mask as the barrier rises up to
|
|
her shoulders, then her neck and finally up over her head -
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
UNDERNEATH, the world is bright and mostly clear, and yet -
|
|
-
|
|
|
|
Louise's hair drifts up around her face as if she were
|
|
underwater. Louise breathes through the mask. Looks around.
|
|
|
|
A portal opens up opposite her. Light shines on her face.
|
|
|
|
|
|
128 INT. "THE SHELL" - CONTINUOUS 128
|
|
|
|
Louise steps out to a dimensionless sea of bright mist.
|
|
|
|
No walls or ceiling.
|
|
|
|
She looks up to see what might be a heptapod drifting into
|
|
the white void far above her.
|
|
|
|
Her breath is shallow. She is in a truly alien place now.
|
|
|
|
There is no reference for this experience.
|
|
|
|
Something dark and enormous "swims" through the mist,
|
|
passing by her, always just far enough to make it
|
|
impossible to see clearly -- it could be a swarm of small
|
|
things, or something the size of a blue whale.
|
|
|
|
And then a heptapod approaches from behind her. Louise
|
|
spins around in time to see it as its seven limbs advance
|
|
to her.
|
|
100.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Beat. She finally controls her breathing.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Costello?
|
|
|
|
Costello stands with limbs poised before her --
|
|
|
|
Then the mist clears a bit, revealing more of his heptapod
|
|
body. The limbs and torso? What seemed to be the entire
|
|
form of the alien? Not so. It is more like the fingers and
|
|
hand of a much larger being.
|
|
|
|
Costello towers over her. She looks up, in awe.
|
|
|
|
And then it writes on the invisible floor beneath them.
|
|
With two fingers. Ink sluicing out from them into a
|
|
logogram.
|
|
|
|
SUBTITLES: "Louise."
|
|
|
|
Louise takes a breath.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Where is Abbott?
|
|
|
|
Costello moves the ink around with one appendage and a new
|
|
logogram forms.
|
|
|
|
SUBTITLES: "Abbott is dead."
|
|
|
|
Louise holds her stomach, she's hit so hard by this.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I'm sorry. We are sorry.
|
|
|
|
The logogram ink shifts again. Louise looks down to read
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
SUBTITLES: "Abbott chooses to save Louise and Ian."
|
|
|
|
Another ink-shift for a second logogram:
|
|
|
|
SUBTITLES: "Louise has question?"
|
|
|
|
Louise remembers her mission. Her reason for making the
|
|
trip.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I need -- need you to send a
|
|
message. To the other sites.
|
|
|
|
Costello replies by modifying the first logogram.
|
|
101.
|
|
|
|
|
|
SUBTITLES: "Message here. Louise has weapon."
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
That's just it, I --
|
|
(directly)
|
|
What is your purpose here?
|
|
|
|
Costello stares down at her.
|
|
|
|
Inky globules drift in from the mist, showering not
|
|
randomly but into patterns. Circles. A hundred logograms. A
|
|
thousand.
|
|
|
|
Click-click , flutter-whisper-tone. SUBTITLES: "The story
|
|
of our people. A span of two point nine billion years."
|
|
|
|
Louise marvels at it.
|
|
|
|
A chain of them light up at her feet, shifting for her to
|
|
see. Louise reads it aloud:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"Three thousand years from this
|
|
point, humanity helps us. We help
|
|
humanity now. Returning the favor."
|
|
(to Costello)
|
|
You know both your past and your
|
|
future -- How?
|
|
|
|
A podium screen rises between Louise and Costello. The
|
|
timeline riddle appears. Up close, more details are
|
|
visible.
|
|
|
|
It's more artful than a simple line segment with a large
|
|
bulbous flourish at one end. There are little stems and
|
|
curls along the line. And then that familiar logogram --
|
|
|
|
SUBTITLES: "Solve."
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Did we answer wrong?
|
|
|
|
A NEW SERIES OF SYMBOLS: "Many answers given. Many become
|
|
one. Only one matters."
|
|
|
|
The message the Russian Scientist translated, in part.
|
|
Louise looks back at the timeline.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
But I don't understand, it's time -
|
|
-
|
|
(then)
|
|
102.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Time. Wait. Is it? What's the
|
|
logogram for time --
|
|
|
|
Louise is seized with a realization. She reaches out and
|
|
touches the timeline on the screen. Nudges it. It moves.
|
|
|
|
From both ends, she wraps the line into its own circle an
|
|
exact representation of the logogram. It pulses when she
|
|
completes the action.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Time --
|
|
|
|
Then, a few more inky shapes bleed into the symbol for a
|
|
crucial sentence.
|
|
|
|
The awareness causes a memory attack --
|
|
|
|
QUICK POPS:
|
|
|
|
|
|
129 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 129
|
|
|
|
Hannah age 8, skipping stones in the lake.
|
|
|
|
|
|
130 EXT. MONTANA LANDING SITE - DAY - FLASHBACK 130
|
|
|
|
The Shell landing in Montana.
|
|
|
|
|
|
131 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 131
|
|
|
|
Louise at home alone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
132 INT. "THE SHELL" - BACK TO SCENE 132
|
|
|
|
Louise sucks in a breath, mentally returning to present day
|
|
in a panic. Even more confused and frightened.
|
|
|
|
Costello retreats from her, as she translates the sentence
|
|
--
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
"There is no linear time"--
|
|
(then)
|
|
Wait! What is happening to me? What
|
|
do I do?
|
|
|
|
The ship shudders. The THRUM returns as the cylinder
|
|
descends, to seal Louise inside once more.
|
|
103.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Costello turns to her, some of his arms float in the air
|
|
like the strands of Louise's hair. Despite his unearthly
|
|
figure, he seems to look upon her with tenderness. A final
|
|
logogram forms on the floor between them:
|
|
|
|
SUBTITLES: "You already have. You choose life."
|
|
|
|
The THRUM increases in urgency. That same cylinder rises
|
|
around her feet to encase her once again.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I don't understand -- WAIT --
|
|
|
|
With a ROAR, the cylinder seals her up, into darkness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
133 EXT. BASE CAMP - DAY 133
|
|
|
|
From the top of the hill, the massive Shell begins to TURN
|
|
on itself. Rotating, yet remaining in place. Like spinning
|
|
a billiard ball on its axis.
|
|
|
|
The ovoid craft reverses its hemispheres until finally it's
|
|
sitting upside-down from its previous position.
|
|
|
|
Louise emerges from behind the hill, running toward us. Her
|
|
hair is damp from the exposure to the alien atmosphere.
|
|
|
|
Three pickup trucks rush toward her. SIX MEN in full HAZMAT
|
|
suits grab LOUISE, as the spaceship starts to leave the
|
|
ground with an ASTONISHING SOUND.
|
|
|
|
Ian is among the men. He calls her name but it's drowned
|
|
out by the sound of the ship overhead.
|
|
|
|
The spaceship then disappears in the clouds.
|
|
|
|
Everyone outside base camp stares up at the sky, every face
|
|
fretting and worried about what it means.
|
|
|
|
Weber is among the six. He steps close to Louise, grim.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
You got everyone's attention with
|
|
your little field trip.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I hope you got good news, too.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks rushes to Weber:
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
104.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sir! We're getting the order from
|
|
command to evacuate immediately.
|
|
|
|
COLONEL WEBER
|
|
What for?
|
|
|
|
CAPTAIN MARKS
|
|
Big Domino.
|
|
|
|
Captain Marks and Weber move for the War Room tent.
|
|
|
|
Louise gives Ian a pained look. Like she's lost and afraid.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Ian -- I don't know what it means.
|
|
|
|
Louise wobbles a step. Ian holds onto her.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Whoa now. I got you.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks down at her boots --
|
|
|
|
They're covered in mud from the slog across the field --
|
|
|
|
|
|
134 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 134
|
|
|
|
Louise stands on the back patio, one hand on a deck post.
|
|
Her boots are covered in mud. She looks around. It's
|
|
raining.
|
|
|
|
A 7-year-old Hannah comes in from the rain and sits down on
|
|
the bench at the patio.
|
|
|
|
Louise reaches up and feels the length of her hair. Looks
|
|
at her hands. Notes her wedding ring -- she's still wearing
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH (O.S.)
|
|
Help me, mommy.
|
|
|
|
Hannah struggles to get her muddy shoes off.
|
|
|
|
Louise bends down and starts to work the laces.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Baby? What day is it, do you know?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Sunday.
|
|
(then)
|
|
105.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Are you gonna leave me like Daddy
|
|
did?
|
|
|
|
Louise snaps back to full attention on her daughter.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Hannah, honey, your father didn't
|
|
leave you. You'll spend time with
|
|
him this weekend.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
He doesn't look at me the same way
|
|
anymore.
|
|
|
|
Louise touches Hannah's hair. She has so much love for her
|
|
daughter.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Oh, god. I'm -- That was my fault.
|
|
I told him something he wasn't
|
|
ready to hear.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Believe it or not, I know something
|
|
that's going to happen. I can't
|
|
explain how I know, I just do. When
|
|
I shared it with Daddy, he got real
|
|
mad. Said I made the wrong choice.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Why? What's going to happen?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
It has to do with a very rare
|
|
disease. And it can't be stopped.
|
|
Kind of like how you are when you
|
|
get focused on swimming, or poetry,
|
|
or any of the amazing things you
|
|
share with the world.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
I'm unstoppable.
|
|
|
|
Said like a little mad scientist. Louise brings Hannah in
|
|
close, to hide the fact that she's trying not to cry.
|
|
|
|
Louise breathes in the smell of Hannah's hair.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(to herself)
|
|
106.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Hold onto this moment --
|
|
|
|
|
|
135 EXT. BASE CAMP - BACK TO SCENE 135
|
|
|
|
Ian holds onto Louise.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE (V.O.)
|
|
Hold onto this moment.
|
|
|
|
She realizes she's back. Sucks in a breath. She's crying.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What just happened?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I remembered something.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What was it?
|
|
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Louise looks into his eyes. Then pulls him in for a hug.
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LOUISE
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Why my husband left me.
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Ian didn't expect that answer.
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IAN
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You were married?
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Louise wipes her eyes and struggles to find her game face.
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136 INT. SCIENCE TENT - MOMENTS LATER 136
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The translators, scientists, and techs are gone here. ARMED
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SOLDIERS now populate the place, tearing down all non-
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essential material as fast as possible. Halpern supervises.
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Louise rushes in and gets to a keyboard at her hutch. She
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calls up the heptapod data on the screens. Spreads it to
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every available screen. Loops and whorls of logograms, all
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strung together like DNA strands. Geometric formulae
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animate around the cursive writing. A wall of alien
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graffiti.
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Ian hurries in behind Louise.
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IAN
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107.
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It's too late for this. We've only
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cracked maybe one percent of it,
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it'll take weeks --
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Louise puts up her hand, silencing Ian. She closes her
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eyes.
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137 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 137
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Louise pulls a hardback book from a box of advance copies.
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Its cover: "The Universal Language" by Dr. Louise Banks.
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138 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 138
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The table of contents show twelve chapters.
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139 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 139
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Hannah's drawing is now framed.
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HANNAH (V.O.)
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That's supposed to be a book.
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The girl's handwriting: "Mommy and Daddy save the world."
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140 INT. SCIENCE TENT - BACK TO SCENE 140
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Louise's eyes snap open, and she takes in the sight of all
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the alien symbols once more.
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She lets out a ragged breath, in awe of it.
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LOUISE
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I can read it --
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(then)
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Ian, I know what it is.
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A new SIREN now begins to wail around the campsite. Louise
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and Ian look up, unsure what to do.
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Colonel Weber enters and marches for them with Captain
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Marks behind him --
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COLONEL WEBER
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You two: We're evacuating you right
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now. Come on.
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IAN
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108.
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What's happening?
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COLONEL WEBER
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War, that's what.
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Weber grabs onto them both and wills them into motion.
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LOUISE
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Wait -- I figured out the gift!
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COLONEL WEBER
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Good for you.
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He ushers them outside --
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141 EXT. BASE CAMP - HELIPAD - CONTINUOUS 141
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-- and they keep marching for the helipad, despite Louise
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trying to slow things down.
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LOUISE
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It's their language. They gave it
|
|
all to us. It's in twelve parts
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because I separated their first
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symbol into twelve segments -- and
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they knew I would. Understand?
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COLONEL WEBER
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So we can learn heptapod if we
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survive. Not much of a gift.
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LOUISE
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(emphatic)
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|
When you learn it, truly learn it,
|
|
you perceive time the way they do.
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It's nonlinear.
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Weber stops as they're two dozen feet from the chopper. He
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|
has to shout over the sound of the rotors and the siren.
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|
COLONEL WEBER
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I see we are out of time. We did
|
|
our best, but it wasn't enough. The
|
|
dominoes are falling now.
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|
Weber gestures at Ian to suggest: Get her on the chopper.
|
|
Then he turns and hurries back for the ops tent.
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|
Louise stands, rigid with tension. Ian tugs at her:
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|
IAN
|
|
Come on!
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109.
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Louise whirls around to face Ian but when she does --
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142 INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT 142
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|
-- she is dressed in a RESPLENDENT RED EVENING GOWN. Her
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|
hair is done up. She looks stunning.
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|
All around her is a cocktail party in full swing. Classical
|
|
music plays from a live band nearby.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks around and takes in the ambiance. A dozen
|
|
national FLAGS hang on the walls as a symbol of unity. On a
|
|
stage (currently unoccupied), that heptapod logogram for
|
|
"time" is on prominent display.
|
|
|
|
The crowd of PARTYGOERS is international and dressed up.
|
|
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|
One of them sets their sights on Louise and advances: A
|
|
distinguished Chinese man (65) in a tailored tuxedo. She
|
|
has seen him before, on monitors. GENERAL SHANG.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
Doctor Banks, what a delight.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
General Shang. The pleasure is
|
|
certainly mine.
|
|
|
|
They shake hands, but Louise offers a slight bow.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
Your President said he was honored
|
|
to host me at the celebration, but
|
|
I confess I am only here because I
|
|
wanted to meet you in person.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Me? Well. I'm flattered.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
Eighteen months ago, you did
|
|
something -- remarkable. Something
|
|
not even my superior has done.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
What was that?
|
|
|
|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
You changed my mind. In a way, you
|
|
are the reason for the unification.
|
|
All because you reached out to me
|
|
on my private number.
|
|
110.
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|
|
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|
LOUISE
|
|
Your private number? General, I
|
|
don't know what, uh --
|
|
|
|
Shang shows her his sleek SMARTPHONE. It's open to an ID
|
|
screen with a number. She accepts it, staring at the
|
|
screen.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
Now you do. I do not claim to know
|
|
how your brain works, but I believe
|
|
it's important you see that.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(beat)
|
|
Wait. I called you, didn't I --
|
|
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|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
You did. And you spoke to me. I
|
|
will never forget what you said.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
General, you must forgive me. I've
|
|
had a bit to drink tonight. I might
|
|
need a reminder.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
Yes. You warned me of this as well.
|
|
|
|
He looks over his shoulder, to make sure no one is
|
|
eavesdropping. Then he leans close to her.
|
|
|
|
She turns her head so he can speak into her ear.
|
|
|
|
The classical MUSIC plays and the other Partygoers chat,
|
|
providing a drone of noise.
|
|
|
|
Louise's eyes widen. She puts her hand over her mouth.
|
|
|
|
Above the music and chatter, that high RINGING TONE builds
|
|
up again, overtaking it all --
|
|
|
|
Louise blinks and --
|
|
|
|
|
|
143 EXT. MONTANA LANDING SITE - DAY 143
|
|
|
|
She's right back where she was a moment ago. Ian tugs at
|
|
her to get into the helicopter.
|
|
|
|
Louise sucks in a breath like she was just pulled from cold
|
|
water. The memory of the future leaves her shaking.
|
|
111.
|
|
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Come on!
|
|
|
|
But she doesn't follow him. She turns and runs for the
|
|
tents. Ian runs after her.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Louise!
|
|
|
|
|
|
144 INT. NEW OPERATION TENT 144
|
|
|
|
Halpern watches a monitor as others around him pack up for
|
|
evacuation. One of the SYSTEMS OPERATORS seated near him
|
|
frowns and gets Halpern's attention.
|
|
|
|
SYSTEMS OPERATOR
|
|
Sir! A sat line here is dialing
|
|
China.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Here? What do you mean "here"?
|
|
|
|
SYSTEMS OPERATOR
|
|
Base Camp, sir.
|
|
|
|
|
|
145 INT. CORRIDOR 145
|
|
|
|
Louise hurries down the corridor. Sat phone to her ear.
|
|
Waiting for an answer on the other end of the line.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
C'mon, c'mon --
|
|
|
|
A voice on theother end answers. It's Shang. Louise gets a
|
|
jolt of hope.
|
|
|
|
|
|
146 INT. NEW OPERATION TENT 146
|
|
|
|
Halpern is now leaning over the Systems Op, focused on his
|
|
screen.
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
Whose phone is it?
|
|
|
|
SYSTEMS OPERATOR
|
|
Sir, it's your phone.
|
|
|
|
Shocked and alarmed, Halpern looks to the table for his
|
|
phone. It's not there. Now Halpern is on the move, as he
|
|
goes:
|
|
112.
|
|
|
|
|
|
AGENT HALPERN
|
|
(to CIA)
|
|
Search the base now!
|
|
|
|
|
|
147 INT. CLEAN ROOM 147
|
|
|
|
Louise enters the clean room, speaking urgently with Shang.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(in Mandarin)
|
|
General, I'm calling from the
|
|
American site.
|
|
|
|
|
|
148 INT. CORRIDOR 148
|
|
|
|
CIA and Soldiers search the base.
|
|
|
|
|
|
149 INT. CLEAN ROOM 149
|
|
|
|
Louise speaks with Shang as two soldiers arrive in the
|
|
clean room.
|
|
|
|
Louise locks herself in the chamber, still talking to
|
|
Shang.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(in Mandarin)
|
|
Your wife spoke to me in a dream,
|
|
she said you'd help save the world
|
|
by being braver than everyone else
|
|
--
|
|
|
|
SOLDIER #1
|
|
(in headset, to Systems
|
|
op)
|
|
We found the source of the call,
|
|
waiting for instructions.
|
|
|
|
Tan arrives from Yellow Tunnel, opens the door of the
|
|
chamber.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Louise! What are you doing?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Changing someone's mind -- give me
|
|
20 seconds.
|
|
|
|
Ian gets in the chamber and locks the door.
|
|
113.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Halpern arrives from Yellow Tunnel and draws a gun. The two
|
|
soldiers raise their rifles on the other side of the
|
|
chamber.
|
|
|
|
Ian locks the second door and puts himself between the
|
|
soldiers' guns and her.
|
|
|
|
HALPERN
|
|
Drop the phone now or we shoot!
|
|
|
|
Ian protects Louise from both sides with his body.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
You can't stop this now.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
(in Mandarin)
|
|
War doesn't make winners, only
|
|
widows.
|
|
|
|
She listens briefly and then drops the phone.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I already did.
|
|
|
|
|
|
150 EXT. HELICOPTER FIELDS 150
|
|
|
|
Weber, talking to officers, is interrupted by another
|
|
officer.
|
|
|
|
OFFICER
|
|
Colonel, urgent message from the
|
|
Pentagon.
|
|
|
|
|
|
151 INT. CLEAN ROOM 151
|
|
|
|
On the walkies: "China is standing down!!!"
|
|
|
|
Halpern, hearing the news, lowers his weapon.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
What did you do?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I repeated what hiswife told him
|
|
before she passed away --
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
How did you know that?
|
|
114.
|
|
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
He told me.
|
|
(ALT)
|
|
He will tell me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
152 INT. SKYPE ROOM 152
|
|
|
|
Weber and Halpern enter into the Skype room followed by
|
|
Louise and Ian.
|
|
|
|
One of the monitors at another nation's site comes to life.
|
|
CHINA. On screen is GENERAL SHANG. He looks shaken to his
|
|
core. In articulate English, he announces.
|
|
|
|
GENERAL SHANG
|
|
China is standing down. Instead, we
|
|
offer the information we received
|
|
at our site -- the "gift."
|
|
(beat)
|
|
It is one of twelve.
|
|
|
|
A second monitor awakens.
|
|
|
|
BRITISH SCIENTIST
|
|
We won't be upstaged by you blokes.
|
|
Uploading our data.
|
|
|
|
Then a third monitor returns to life. Australia.
|
|
|
|
Everyone in the room starts to breathe again.
|
|
|
|
|
|
153 EXT. BASE CAMP - MOMENTS LATER 153
|
|
|
|
Louise steps out with Ian close behind.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
(amazed yet scared)
|
|
Are you all right?
|
|
|
|
Louise is simply overcome by the emotion of what she just
|
|
experienced. She looks at Ian in an entirely new way. It's
|
|
a moment where she wants to tell him everything, and
|
|
doesn't know where to start.
|
|
|
|
And there's a tsunami of joy, sorrow, pain, and hope
|
|
hitting her as she realizes where she is again.
|
|
|
|
Finally, she nods at Ian, wiping her face. Tenderly:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
115.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ian -- If you could suddenly see
|
|
your whole life, start to finish --
|
|
Would you change things?
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I don't say what I mean enough. And
|
|
I'm changing that right now.
|
|
|
|
Ian is just as tender with her.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
I've been tilting my head to the
|
|
stars for as long as I can
|
|
remember, and you know what's
|
|
surprised me the most? It's not
|
|
meeting them. It's meeting you.
|
|
|
|
That's all it takes for Louise. She puts her arms around
|
|
Ian, and kisses him on the mouth.
|
|
|
|
As the kiss intensifies, that high pitch returns. And when
|
|
Ian shifts from a kiss to a tight hug, when Louise hugs
|
|
back --
|
|
|
|
|
|
154 INT. HANNAH'S ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 154
|
|
|
|
Louise hugs Hannah (age 4, tucked in bed) goodnight. Louise
|
|
goes to click off the light by Hannah's bed.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Mommy?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Yes, little-nose?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
Why is my name Hannah?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Don't you like it?
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
I don't know yet. Where did it come
|
|
from?
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Oh, so this is another episode of
|
|
your series, "Why is it this way?"
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
You make me curious about
|
|
everything.
|
|
116.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Louise smiles sweetly at her daughter. She then gestures at
|
|
a wooden NAME PLAQUE spelling out HANNAH on the wall.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Your name is special. It's a
|
|
palindrome. That means you can read
|
|
it both forwards and backwards, and
|
|
it's still the same.
|
|
|
|
Hannah gets it right away.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH
|
|
I've decided. I like my name.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I love you, Hannah.
|
|
|
|
Hannah smiles at her mother.
|
|
|
|
IAN (O.S.)
|
|
Well, I love you both.
|
|
|
|
Louise looks back at --
|
|
|
|
IAN, standing in the doorway. Smiling.
|
|
|
|
Ian is Louise's husband. And Hannah's father.
|
|
|
|
HANNAH (O.S.)
|
|
Daddy!
|
|
|
|
Ian steps in and scoops Hannah and Louise into a bear hug.
|
|
|
|
A rush of noise again, and --
|
|
|
|
|
|
155 EXT. BASE CAMP - BACK TO SCENE 155
|
|
|
|
Louise is still hugging Ian. Her face half-buried in his
|
|
shoulder, she says quietly:
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I forgot how good it feels to be
|
|
held by you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
156 EXT. LAKE - DAY 156
|
|
|
|
A black sedan pulls up to the driveway of Louise's house.
|
|
|
|
|
|
157 INT. BLACK SEDAN 157
|
|
117.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Louise and Weber both sit in the back seat. It feels like *
|
|
they've been riding in silence for some time.
|
|
|
|
WEBER
|
|
I'm not going to pretend to
|
|
understand what you did up there.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
I'm not going to try to explain it.
|
|
|
|
WEBER
|
|
I took a lot of risk when I chose
|
|
you. But it was clearly the best
|
|
decision I've ever made.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Thank you for believing in me.
|
|
|
|
WEBER
|
|
Goodbye Louise.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE
|
|
Goodbye.
|
|
|
|
Louise steps out and walks towards the house.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE (V.O.)
|
|
So that is your story, dear Hannah.
|
|
|
|
|
|
158 INT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY 158
|
|
|
|
Louise stands in the empty room that we know is Hannah's.
|
|
|
|
|
|
159 INT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 159
|
|
|
|
QUICK POP: The artwork of Hannah's, with the stick figures.
|
|
|
|
|
|
160 INT. UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM - DAY - FLASH FORWARD 160
|
|
|
|
QUICK POP: Louise teaching a group about logograms. On her
|
|
right hand is a sparkly ENGAGEMENT RING.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE (V.O.)
|
|
It's also the ongoing story of our
|
|
people. I can see moments as we
|
|
prepare for the future. Ian was
|
|
right: It's about choice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
161 INT. LOUISE'S FOYER - EVENING 161
|
|
118.
|
|
|
|
|
|
The front door opens: It's IAN. Dressed up as nicely as he
|
|
can be. Bottle of wine in hand.
|
|
|
|
Louise is dressed beautifully. With a new haircut: short.
|
|
|
|
Just like the flashbacks.
|
|
|
|
IAN
|
|
Wow. You look amazing.
|
|
(re: hair)
|
|
The change fits you well.
|
|
|
|
|
|
162 INT. LAKE HOUSE - NIGHT 162
|
|
|
|
Louise steps in, carrying her wine glass.
|
|
|
|
LOUISE (V.O.)
|
|
I'm about to make a choice, too.
|
|
One that I will have to live with
|
|
forever.
|
|
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This is the same scene as the first. Shot for shot.
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She finds the message written on glass: "Do you want to
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make a baby?"
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Beat. The twinkle in her eye, the thoughtful moment. It all
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breathes here.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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In some ways this choice saves the
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world, but I'm not thinking about
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that, Hannah. I never am.
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FINAL SERIES OF SHOTS:
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163 INT. LAKE HOUSE - HANNAH'S ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 163
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Louise cradles NEWBORN HANNAH in her arms. Hannah crooks
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her tiny hand around Louise's finger.
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164 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 164
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Four-year-old HANNAH dressed as a cowgirl.
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HANNAH
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Stick 'em up!
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119.
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165 INT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 165
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Hannah, age 12, getting grounded:
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HANNAH
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When do I get to live my own life?
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166 INT. MERCY HILL GENERAL HOSPITAL - DAY - FLASHBACK 166
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Louise standing with DR. J. BYDWELL in a hospital hall.
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She's hiding her face in her hands. Bydwell reaches out and
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puts a consoling hand on her shoulder. Her body shifts from
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a sob.
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167 INT. HOSPITAL - PATIENT ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 167
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Hannah, on her death bed in the hospital. Holding Louise's
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hand. The two clinging to each other.
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LOUISE (V.O.)
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I'm just thinking about you.
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168 EXT. LAKE HOUSE BALCONY - NIGHT 168
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Louise touches the glass where the question is written "Do
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you want to make a baby?"
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IAN steps into view, with a wine glass in his hand, too.
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IAN
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Well? Do you?
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She smiles broadly at him and replies:
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LOUISE
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Yes.
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And now we stay here a moment longer than the opening
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scene, and see that while Louise is smiling, a tear slips
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down her cheek. She is both the happiest and the saddest
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right now. Because she knows what happens next.
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FADE TO BLACK.
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THE END
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