| 1. | |
| FADE IN: | |
| 1 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - SUNSET 1 | |
| The sky is a shimmering expanse of stars, packed together. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| Memory is a strange thing. | |
| 2 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - SUNSET 2 | |
| A modern home built on the shore with a large deck. The | |
| skin of the lake is a cloudy mirror. | |
| LOUISE BANKS stares up at the sky, leaning against the | |
| deck's railing. Merlot glass in one hand. | |
| Louise has a clean, timeless look about her; the kind of | |
| woman who ages gracefully. Short hair. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| It doesn't work like I thought it | |
| did. We are so bound by time; by | |
| its order. | |
| She steps back inside, a little tipsy, smiling. | |
| 3 A2 INT. LAKE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 3 | |
| Stacks of books on shelves and tables. A telescope against | |
| a glass wall. And dry-erase boards, marked with foreign | |
| languages. Different colors for different dialects. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| Maybe there's a higher order. | |
| Mingled here are also dinner plates. Candlelight. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Darling, is there any more wine? | |
| She pauses when a deck light winks on outside. Her eyes | |
| sparkle when she sees something: | |
| A question, written on the glass, lit from outdoors. | |
| "Do you want to make a baby?" | |
| 2. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| I used to think this was the | |
| beginning of your story. | |
| Louise goes right to the glass, wanting to touch the | |
| question with her finger to make sure it's real. | |
| CLOSE ON HER FACE: From outside looking in, a curious | |
| circular shadow is thrown from the deck light. But her eyes | |
| start to water. | |
| In the background, the bedroom door hangs open and the | |
| silhouette of a MAN leans against the frame, watching her. | |
| Louise turns around, smiling again. We know her answer. | |
| 4 INT. MERCY HILL GENERAL HOSPITAL - MORNING 4 | |
| Louise cradles a NEWBORN GIRL in her arms. Her name: | |
| HANNAH. | |
| Hannah reaches up. | |
| Crooks her tiny hand around Louise's finger. | |
| LATER | |
| A NURSE starts to take baby Hannah to give Louise some | |
| rest. Hannah BLEATS and reaches for her mother. | |
| Louise smiles through the exhaustion and pulls her back. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Okay, come back, come back to me -- | |
| 5 EXT. LAKE HOUSE YARD - AFTERNOON 5 | |
| Four-year-old HANNAH dressed as a cowgirl. | |
| On a toy riding horse with wheels for hooves. | |
| Giggling like she can't stop. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| I remember moments in the middle. | |
| She pulls both finger-guns, aimed at us. | |
| HANNAH | |
| Stick 'em up! | |
| 3. | |
| 6 INT. HANNAH'S ROOM - NIGHT 6 | |
| Eight-year-old Hannah is tucked in bed. | |
| Said to us as a prayer: | |
| HANNAH | |
| I love you. | |
| 7 INT. LAKE HOUSE - NIGHT 7 | |
| Twelve-year-old Hannah glowers at us: | |
| HANNAH | |
| I hate you! | |
| -- and storms into her room. | |
| 8 INT. MERCY HILL GENERAL HOSPITAL - MORNING 8 | |
| Twelve-year-old daughter HANNAH lies, eyes closed. | |
| Hannah is pale. Her head has been shaved in the last month. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| And this was the end. | |
| Louise holds her daughter's hand in hers. | |
| Her thumb traces Hannah's knuckles. | |
| A life monitor beeps as Hannah's heart stops. | |
| Hannah's eyes roll up and she sighs her final breath. | |
| Louise's grip on her daughter tightens. Trembling. | |
| A Nurse starts to pull Louise away, but she hangs on -- now | |
| it's mother trying to return to her baby girl -- | |
| LOUISE | |
| Come back -- come back to me, baby | |
| -- | |
| Louise is unaware she's crying. Hannah remains motionless. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| 4. | |
| But now I'm not so sure I believe | |
| in beginnings and endings. There | |
| are days that define your story | |
| beyond your life. | |
| CUT TO BLACK. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| Like the day they arrived. | |
| 9 EXT. SKY - DAY 9 | |
| Storybook blue, patched with cumulous clouds. | |
| Drifting down to find a tree line in motion. | |
| Looking into a car on a road. | |
| 10 EXT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY 10 | |
| Louise parks her car end steps out. Her hair is longer | |
| here, and there's no wedding band on her finger. | |
| She carries herself like someone who's learned how to be | |
| alone, handling her briefcase, coffee, keys, etc. | |
| It's oddly quiet in the garage around her. | |
| 11 EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY 11 | |
| Louise crosses campus. Absorbed in her thoughts. | |
| Overhead, a pair of F-22 fighters slice across the sky. | |
| 12 EXT. STUDENT CENTER - MOMENTS LATER 12 | |
| Louise passes the campus center. | |
| A crowd of STUDENTS are huddled around the glass outside | |
| the student center, looking in at a large TV. The crowd is | |
| too dense for Louise to see what is on the TV. | |
| Louise frowns, but keeps going. | |
| Overhead, a second pair of fighter jets rocket past. | |
| Louise looks up at the sky. Apprehensive. | |
| 5. | |
| 13 INT. UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM - DAY 13 | |
| Louise enters a classroom, leaving the door open behind | |
| her. Out in the hall, a couple of STUDENTS run by, but it's | |
| unclear if they're late for class or it's something worse. | |
| Louise steps to her desk to unload her briefcase and | |
| thermos. | |
| The course name is written on the blackboard behind the | |
| desk: "Advanced Linguistics" and "Dr. Louise Banks." | |
| LOUISE | |
| Good morning, everyone. | |
| No response. Louise finally looks to the class to discover: | |
| Only FOUR STUDENTS seated in an otherwise empty classroom. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Where is everyone? | |
| The Grad Students in the room shrug» These are the hardcore | |
| learners, with their laptops out and textbooks open» | |
| The class session BELL chimes over the PA. Louise looks | |
| back at the door, silently considering something, then | |
| decides: | |
| LOUISE | |
| Well, let's get started. Today | |
| we're talking about Portuguese, and | |
| why it sounds so different from the | |
| other Romance languages. | |
| Louise walks to a MAP of western Europe on a rolling easel, | |
| parked next to a TV. | |
| LOUISE | |
| The story of Portuguese begins with | |
| the Kingdom of Galicia, in the | |
| middle ages, where the language was | |
| seen as an expression of art. The | |
| way it was written and spoken was | |
| rooted in aesthetics. | |
| One Grad Student's phone CHIMES with an alert. Louise | |
| pauses, thinking what the other Students are thinking -- | |
| LOUISE | |
| Any news you want to share? | |
| The Student reading his phone frowns, suddenly nervous. | |
| 6. | |
| GRAD STUDENT WITH SMARTPHONE | |
| Uhh, Doctor Banks? Can you turn on | |
| the TV to a news channel? | |
| Louise grabs her TV remote and turns the set to CNN, to | |
| reveal AERIAL FOOTAGE from a helicopter, also live, as a | |
| REPORTER narrates in a near panic: | |
| REPORTER IN HELI (V.O.) | |
| Are you seeing this!? Oh dear god | |
| what is that noise -- WHAT IS IT -- | |
| should we be this close to it?! | |
| FOOTAGE shows wilderness, where a STRANGE, OBLONG OBJECT | |
| hovers over the tree line. It absorbs sunlight and its | |
| dimensions are difficult to grasp -- at times it appears | |
| almost concave, poised as if to dig into the planet's | |
| crust. | |
| Another helicopter edges into view, and suddenly the scale | |
| of the object is clear: It's the size of a massive | |
| skyscraper. | |
| Bumper text at the bottom of the screen reads: "STRANGE | |
| CRAFT IN MONTANA" | |
| Amid the WHUFF of the helicopter, a reporter on location is | |
| shouting in a voice on verge of a nervous breakdown: | |
| The audio cuts out and an ANCHORWOMAN takes over. Cutting | |
| to the studio where she pulls her attention to the camera: | |
| ANCHORWOMAN | |
| The object, uh, apparently touched | |
| down forty minutes ago just north | |
| of I-94, we're, we're waiting to | |
| hear if this is perhaps an | |
| experimental vessel or -- | |
| She looks for help off-camera and they cut to: | |
| MORE FOOTAGE, closer to the ground. The oblong ship is | |
| immense. And seemingly without creases or windows. | |
| ANCHORWOMAN (V.O.) | |
| Hold on, it -- I'm learning that | |
| more objects like this have landed | |
| in as many as eight other locations | |
| around the world. We're waiting for | |
| confirmation -- yes? Can we--? Okay | |
| -- | |
| 7. | |
| New footage: a live feed in Japan. An identical CONCAVE | |
| SHIP is parked above a stadium lot. | |
| ANCHORWOMAN (V.O.) | |
| This is from a site in Hokkaido! | |
| The Grad Students all stare in silent horror at the | |
| footage. | |
| One of them stands up and gathers his stuff, ready to | |
| leave. But he only gets as far as standing up. Unsure what | |
| to do next; where to run to. | |
| ANCHORMAN (V.O.) | |
| (panicked) | |
| This is worldwide, it is happening | |
| right now! We don't-- do we know | |
| where they came from? | |
| A campus SIREN spins up; the kind used for tornado | |
| warnings. | |
| The STUDENTS now start to get their materials together, to | |
| leave. Louise snaps out of her shock, and with authority: | |
| LOUISE | |
| Okay, yes, let's go. Class over. | |
| 14 EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - MOMENTS LATER 14 | |
| Louise joins a FLOCK of people on campus hurrying to the | |
| parking structures. Nearly everyone keeps looking up from | |
| time to time. The SIREN is louder here. | |
| Anothe pair of FIGHTER JETS fly overhead. | |
| 15 EXT. UNIVERSITY PARKING STRUCTURE - DAY 15 | |
| Louise gets to her sedan, climbs inside, windows down. Her | |
| satellite radio plays as she powers the car -- | |
| PRESS SECRETARY (V.O.) | |
| But for now we're simply asking for | |
| cooperation while authorities | |
| assess the object. Until further | |
| notice, the site is a no-fly zone. | |
| From the street: Sounds of a car accident. It startles her. | |
| REPORTER (V.O.) | |
| 8. | |
| So you're saying it's not ours? Do | |
| you know if it's even from Earth? | |
| Louise opens her door and steps out again, to look down at: | |
| The wreck below. The aftermath. The two DRIVERS panicked | |
| and on edge but uninjured. | |
| PRESS SECRETARY (V.O.) | |
| We're still collecting information, | |
| coordinating with other nations. | |
| We're not the only ones with one of | |
| these in our back yard. | |
| Louise returns to her car and straps herself in. | |
| REPORTER (V.O.) | |
| If this is some sort of peaceful | |
| first contact, why send twelve? Why | |
| not just one? | |
| She backs out, tires yelping at her quick getaway. | |
| 16 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - EVENING 16 | |
| Her sedan pulls up at the lake house from the opener. | |
| 17 INT. LAKE HOUSE - FRONT ENTRY - EVENING 17 | |
| Louise enters with her cell phone to her ear, carrying her | |
| valise. | |
| LOUISE | |
| (into phone) | |
| I don't know, Mom, I'm listening to | |
| the same news coverage. | |
| (beat) | |
| Don't -- Mom, don't bother with | |
| that channel, how many times do I | |
| have to tell you not to pay | |
| attention to those idiots? | |
| (beat) | |
| All right then. | |
| 18 INT. LAKE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 18 | |
| Traversing a hallway to bedrooms. Louise pulls her shoes | |
| off by the heel, switching hands with the phone as she | |
| goes. | |
| 9. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Do I sound worried? Exactly. | |
| Louise pauses at an open bedroom door halfway down the | |
| hall. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Me? Oh, you know. The same. | |
| There's a tiredness in her answer. Like she's been down | |
| this road with her mother before. | |
| 19 INT. SPARE BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 19 | |
| An empty room, save for a couple of stray book boxes and a | |
| neglected stationary bike in the corner. | |
| Louise surveys the room from the door. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I'm fine, Mom. | |
| (not really) | |
| Okay, call me later. | |
| She disconnects the call and leans against the door frame. | |
| Staring into the empty room with a quiet sadness. | |
| Finally, having come to some decision, she pushes off | |
| again. | |
| 20 INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER 20 | |
| Louise, alone, on the couch. Half a bottle of wine left. | |
| The place is furnished nicely, but there are telltale signs | |
| of a single occupant in a larger space. No family photos. | |
| A recliner by the couch has become a surrogate bookshelf. | |
| TV is on. More coverage of the alien landing. | |
| CNN REPORTER (V.O.) | |
| -- and at around eight hours after | |
| landing, there are still no signs | |
| of what might be called 'first | |
| contact.' The objects measure at | |
| least fifteen hundred feet tall -- | |
| 10. | |
| Changing channel. Footage changes to a snowy tundra where | |
| another UFO has landed and flattened a section of fence | |
| line. | |
| This is a foreign channel. Louise gets international | |
| stations. The anchor speaks in Russian. | |
| New channel: Another SHIP, hovering over the ocean. | |
| AERIAL COVERAGE: Fleets from three different nations | |
| threaten each other for possession of the massive UFO. | |
| NETWORK REPORTER (V.O.) | |
| -- none of whom can claim because | |
| this 'object' as it's being called | |
| is actually hovering over | |
| international waters. One Iranian | |
| cruiser has fired across the bow of | |
| the Indian fleet -- | |
| Louise changes the channel. | |
| Finding: The press room in the west wing of the White | |
| House. | |
| PRESS SECRETARY | |
| We have to entertain the idea that, | |
| if it is a kind of vessel, it may | |
| be unmanned. Regardless, we have a | |
| protocol for scenarios like this -- | |
| The word "protocol" instantly sours Louise to the news. She | |
| mutes the TV and shuffles off to her bedroom -- | |
| 21 INT. LOUISE'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 21 | |
| -- picks up a remote off a nightstand and turns on a TV | |
| facing her bed. More news, the volume low. | |
| 22 INT. LOUISE'S BEDROOM - MORNING 22 | |
| Louise is asleep in bed. The covers are a mess. She's | |
| spooning extra pillows as if they were a bedfellow. | |
| Louise wakes with a start, as if from a dream. | |
| 23 EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - MORNING 23 | |
| Louise returns to work. | |
| 11. | |
| The campus is empty. Two STUDENTS hurry between buildings. | |
| Louise passes the student center. | |
| It's too quiet. | |
| 24 INT. UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM - MORNING 24 | |
| Louise enters her classroom. No one has showed up. | |
| 25 INT. LOUISE'S OFFICE - DAY 25 | |
| A cramped office with a window looking out on the city. | |
| Sirens wail in the distance. | |
| Louise has barely decorated the place. It's the sign of | |
| someone untethered from the world. Closed off. She sits at | |
| her desk, grading papers. Streaming video news coverage | |
| plays on her computer. | |
| ANCHORWOMAN (V.O.) | |
| Forty-eight hours later, and still | |
| no further developments from the | |
| sites of the twelve UFOs. Borders | |
| are closed and flights -- | |
| COLONEL WEBER (O.S.) | |
| Two days and already the public | |
| expects us to know the answers. | |
| Louise turns to see the source of the voice at her office | |
| door. COLONEL WEBER (50s) wears civilian clothing but his | |
| body language screams career military. Callused hands, | |
| sharp eyes, rigid posture. | |
| He steps in and reaches to her computer, powering off the | |
| speakers. Behind him, two large MEN stand guard in the | |
| hall. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Who are you? | |
| Weber has his I.D. ready; shows it to her. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| I'm Colonel G.T. Weber. You and I | |
| never formally met but two years | |
| ago you did some Farsi translation | |
| for Army Intelligence. | |
| LOUISE | |
| 12. | |
| I remember. Alan Boudreau hired me. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Alan works for me. You made quick | |
| work of those insurgent videos. | |
| Louise crosses her arms. He's touched a nerve. | |
| LOUISE | |
| You made quick work of those | |
| insurgents. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| You have another two years on your | |
| SSBI so you still have top secret | |
| clearance. That's why I'm in your | |
| office, and not at Berkeley. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Okay -- | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| I need you to translate something | |
| for me. | |
| As one of the men guarding the door shuts it, giving them | |
| total privacy, Colonel Weber places a pocket-sized digital | |
| recorder on Louise's desk. | |
| He hits PLAY. White noise, shuffling. Then murmured talk, | |
| and: | |
| MAN'S VOICE | |
| (on recorder) | |
| Why are you here? | |
| In response: A SERIES OF SOUNDS that have no Earthly | |
| comparison. An audio mixture of organic clicks, rushing | |
| water, whispers, and low-octave moaning. | |
| MAN'S VOICE | |
| (on recorder) | |
| Can you understand us? | |
| Almost immediately, the SOUNDS return, this time slightly | |
| different. The bass tone is lower. The whispers raspy. | |
| Louise listens, rapt. As if she's waking up from a long | |
| sleep. She leans in. | |
| Weber studies her face while she listens. | |
| MAN'S VOICE | |
| 13. | |
| (on recorder) | |
| Where did you come from? | |
| Before an answer is heard, Weber stops playback and takes | |
| back the recorder. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Well? What do you make of it? | |
| LOUISE | |
| Is that -- | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Yes. | |
| The weight of his answer settles on Louise. Beat. | |
| LOUISE | |
| How many? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| How many what? | |
| LOUISE | |
| How many of them were speaking? | |
| Weber raises an eyebrow at her but answers. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Two. Assume they were not speaking | |
| at the same time. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Are you sure? Do they have mouths? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Keep your focus on the sounds. | |
| Weber replays a portion of the recording. The alien VOICE | |
| sounds even stranger a second time. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| What would be your approach to | |
| translating this? Does any of it | |
| sound like words to you? Phrases? | |
| LOUISE | |
| I don't know. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| (said not as a question) | |
| What can you tell me. | |
| 14. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I can tell you it's impossible to | |
| translate this from an audio file. | |
| To do this right, I need to be | |
| there. Interacting with them. | |
| Weber bristles at this. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| You didn't need that for the Farsi | |
| translations. | |
| LOUISE | |
| It was Burushaski, not Farsi, and I | |
| didn't need it because I already | |
| knew the language. This -- | |
| (points at recorder) | |
| This is a whole new ball game. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| I know what you're doing. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Tell me what I'm doing. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| 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. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I'm just telling you what it will | |
| take to do this job. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| 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. | |
| LOUISE | |
| No. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| (beat) | |
| What do you mean, 'no'? | |
| LOUISE | |
| It won't work that way. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| 15. | |
| You'll make it work. | |
| Her patience wears thin. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Have they spoken to us in English? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| No. | |
| 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. | |
| 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.) | |
| Atmosphere. | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| Excuse me? | |
| IAN | |
| If their atmosphere is different | |
| from Earth, it could take them | |
| hours to re-balance the oh-two | |
| content and pressure for us every | |
| time they open their door. | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| So, you're saying they could | |
| suffocate us if they wanted. | |
| Weber guides Ian away from Halpern and the monitors, back | |
| toward the way out of the tent. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Remember: We need answers as soon | |
| as possible. Why they are here. | |
| What they want, what they will give | |
| us. This is the priority. | |
| IAN | |
| Have they responded to anything? | |
| Numbers? Shapes? Fibonnacci? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| We can't tell what they're saying | |
| when they respond to "hello." So | |
| don't get ahead of yourselves. | |
| Louise frowns as a new question occurs to her. | |
| LOUISE | |
| What have you figured out? | |
| 37 INT. SCIENCE TENT - MOMENTS LATER 37 | |
| On the other side of basecamp: Communications. Weber pulls | |
| back the flap and Louise enters, Ian trailing behind her. | |
| 25. | |
| Inside: A dozen MEN AND WOMEN work at computer stations | |
| with large monitors and at an oversized white board. The | |
| monitors all display the same kind of data: audio | |
| recordings, visually bouncing and fluctuating as the alien | |
| VOICES speak. | |
| Some of the members approach to shake Louise's hand, and AD | |
| LIB their greetings before returning to analysis work. | |
| A few of them remain at their stations, headphones on. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| We're just getting started. | |
| Stepping back, Louise asks Weber: | |
| LOUISE | |
| Why not send them in? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| (beat) | |
| Honestly, they all prefer to stay | |
| out here. | |
| Suddenly, a low, deep bass TONE vibrates the tent. A pen | |
| falls off a desk. A TECH grabs his coffee mug. The tent- | |
| ties CLATTER against the support poles. It's terrifying. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| That's our ten-minute warning. | |
| 38 INT. "CLEAN ROOM" - DAY 38 | |
| A miniature Silkwood. Contained showers. Dressing areas. | |
| Full HAZMAT suits hang on a wall. | |
| Captain Marks brings Ian and Louise in. They each have | |
| cotton swabs taped to their elbows now. | |
| CAPTAIN MARKS | |
| Climb into these. I'll help you | |
| with the helmet seals. | |
| IAN | |
| What kind of radiation exposure are | |
| we walking into? | |
| CAPTAIN MARKS | |
| Nominal. These are just for safety. | |
| LOUISE | |
| 26. | |
| Is there physical contact with the, | |
| the -- am I the only one who has | |
| trouble saying "aliens"? | |
| IAN | |
| No. | |
| CAPTAIN MARKS | |
| There's a wall. Like a glass wall. | |
| You can't get to them. | |
| IAN | |
| What do they look like? | |
| A flashing light winks over the exit door. | |
| Captain Marks claps his hands: Let's go. | |
| On Louise, wanting to get off this ride, but she follows -- | |
| 39 EXT. BASE CAMP - DAY 39 | |
| The Shell looms in the distance, at the other end of a | |
| mile-long "road" formed in the grass from all the back-and- | |
| forth. | |
| A dusty PICKUP TRUCK waits for them, its tailgate down, a | |
| step ladder planted at its lip. | |
| A second TRUCK is already on the road, its bed loaded with | |
| gear and two SCIENCE TECHS in similar moonsuits. | |
| Nearby, two DRONE OPERATORS launch a surveillance drone | |
| into the air, which then flies ahead of the trucks, toward | |
| the shell. Leading the way. | |
| Louise and Ian are led into their pickup truck. Bench | |
| seating has been set up, but it all feels a bit cobbled | |
| together. | |
| Weber (in his suit and mask) nods at a LIEUTENANT who locks | |
| the tailgate into place for them and slaps the truck: | |
| They're good to go. | |
| The truck starts for the Shell. | |
| Louise stares at it with wide eyes. Soon, the sun eclipses | |
| the ship and the whole truck succumbs to shadow. | |
| HIGH ANGLE: From a perch above the Shell: the two tiny | |
| trucks slow as they arrive underneath it. | |
| 27. | |
| 40 EXT. "THE SHELL" - MOMENTS LATER 40 | |
| 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. | |
| 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 -- | |
| IAN | |
| They probably traveled millions of | |
| light years, they couldn't go an | |
| extra twenty feet? | |
| 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. | |
| 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, | |
| but they might have some form of | |
| written language. Or a basis for | |
| visual communication. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Okay. | |
| (then) | |
| Where do you start? | |
| 49 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - EVENING 49 | |
| CLOSE ON the whiteboard. Louise has written the word | |
| "HUMAN" in large block letters. | |
| 36. | |
| She stands by the whiteboard, marker in her trembling hand. | |
| Ian is with her, along with the team of TECHS behind them. | |
| THE VAGUE ALIEN FIGURES are back, on the other side. Quiet. | |
| Louise speaks, and points to the word as she does; | |
| LOUISE | |
| Human. | |
| She points to herself. Then to others on her side of the | |
| room, including Weber. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Human. | |
| She points at one of the aliens. | |
| LOUISE | |
| What are you? | |
| Beat. The aliens seem unresponsive, until -- | |
| They both RETREAT from the screen, deeper into the mist on | |
| their side of the room. | |
| For a moment, all is quiet. Louise looks to Ian, Ian looks | |
| to the Colonel. | |
| CLOSE ON A NEEDLE-GAUGE: Dead, registering no frequencies. | |
| And then it SPIKES to the other side -- | |
| Before anyone can speak, THE CANARY SQUAWKS in its cage. | |
| Its wings flutter frantically. | |
| INK GLOBULES float from the mist. Like oil in glycerine. | |
| Thousands of drops; horizontal black rain, but intelligent | |
| -- | |
| They all start to form something against the partition: | |
| A brilliant LOGOGRAM. An inkblot coffee-cup stain with | |
| mesmerizing fractal embellishments. | |
| The taller, slimmer alien steps forward and says something: | |
| Click-flutter-tone. | |
| Louise smiles. Nearly laughs. Wants to cry. She just had | |
| her first real exchange with an alien. | |
| LOUISE | |
| (sotto) | |
| 37. | |
| Are you getting this? | |
| Ian has taken control of a static video camera and holds it | |
| at an angle that better captures the detail on the barrier. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| She smiles, still partly terrified but also reassured. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Now that's a proper introduction. | |
| 60 INT. INFIRMARY - DAY 60 | |
| Colonel Weber, Agent Halpern, and Doctor Kettler step to | |
| one of Kettler's work tables in a private conference, as if | |
| they just arrived in a hurry. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Tell me. Are they a contamination | |
| risk without the suits? | |
| DR. KETTLER | |
| No radiation. Nothing else we can | |
| detect, either. But I'd give them a | |
| strong cocktail, regardless. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Any other sites working like this? | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| No. But no one else has made this | |
| kind of progress. You saw it. | |
| Weber doesn't like this decision, but he concedes: | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| All right, no suits for those two. | |
| But watch them closely for any | |
| signs. | |
| DR. KETTLER | |
| (as they leave) | |
| Signs of what? | |
| SERIES OF SHOTS: | |
| 61 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - DAY 61 | |
| Louise shows the word "WALK" and Ian demonstrates. Neither | |
| of them wear their HAZMAT suits now. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| Session three. We're into verbs. | |
| Slow and steady wins this race. | |
| 62 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - MOMENTS LATER 62 | |
| 48. | |
| Costello saunters along his side of the wall and a heptapod | |
| logogram appears. It's simple yet complex, like a fractal | |
| in line art. | |
| 63 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - NIGHT 63 | |
| Ian draws a Feynman diagram, next to a set of SCIENCE | |
| CARDS. | |
| IAN (V.O.) | |
| Session six. Had some trouble with | |
| basics, but they understand complex | |
| interactions right away. Not that | |
| it's a race, but I'm totally ahead | |
| now. | |
| 64 INT. SCIENCE TENT - CRYPTO ROOM - DAY 64 | |
| Louise debates some element of a logogram with members of | |
| her cryptography team in their tent, pointing at a | |
| magnified piece of one circular symbol. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| Session eight was a failure. But | |
| it's clear their logograms are made | |
| of twelve compartments. | |
| 65 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - DAY 65 | |
| Louise works with a spectrograph as Ian charts a basic | |
| geometric curve. The heptapods are unresponsive in their | |
| misty chamber. | |
| IAN (V.O.) | |
| Session eleven. How can they stare | |
| at me when I use simple math? | |
| 66 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - MOMENTS LATER 66 | |
| A graphic on the glass animates, showing our solar system, | |
| highlighting "EARTH." | |
| 67 INT. LOUISE'S OFFICE TENT - NIGHT 67 | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 68 EXT. BASE CAMP - MORNING 68 | |
| High angle above the camp at sunrise. | |
| 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— | |
| 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. | |
| Ian considers going with her. Weber gestures: Stay back. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| How about you? | |
| IAN | |
| Me? I'm fine. | |
| Weber brings Ian close to Louise's desk and surveys the | |
| heptapod writing scattered over it. He takes a moment and | |
| chooses his words carefully. | |
| 59. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| A lot of work for one person. | |
| IAN | |
| She's not alone. We're making good | |
| progress. We're teaching each other | |
| physics and language. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Good. Learn as much as you can. In | |
| case we need to bench Doctor Banks. | |
| IAN | |
| No -- you can't do that. | |
| (recovers) | |
| I'm saying, it won't come to that. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| But if it does -- | |
| Weber leaves Ian to consider this scenario. | |
| DR. KETTLER (V.O.) | |
| (pre-lap) | |
| How do you feel? | |
| 76 INT. MEDICAL TENT - DR. KETTLER'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER 76 | |
| A pen light shines in Louise's left eye. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Overworked. | |
| Kettler tries to be casual but comes off awkward: | |
| DR. KETTLER | |
| That makes two of us. I hear you | |
| collapsed in the ops tent. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Probably just lack of sleep. | |
| Kettler readies a syringe. | |
| DR. KETTLER | |
| Well, you're not getting radiation | |
| poisoning. | |
| DR. KETTLER | |
| 60. | |
| We'll see how your blood tests | |
| look, but for now I'm going to give | |
| you another boost. Try and sleep | |
| this one off, okay? | |
| He sinks the needle into her arm. Louise tries not to | |
| flinch. | |
| 77 EXT. BASE CAMP OVERLOOK - EVENING 77 | |
| Armed SOLDIERS are stationed at regular intervals around a | |
| tight perimeter. Disturbing, as the base camp previously | |
| did not seem military-led. Their presence is slowly | |
| increasing. | |
| Private Lasky stands guard, and looks back at the mammoth | |
| Shell above him. He's joined by Private COMBS, who gives | |
| the ship a similar look of aggression. They notice each | |
| other glaring at the ship, and share a wordless nod of | |
| solidarity. Two soldiers who both spotted the enemy. | |
| 78 EXT. HILLSIDE NEAR BASE CAMP - DUSK 78 | |
| Ian sits atop a sleeping bag, staring out at the massive | |
| ship with a look just the opposite of Lasky's glare. | |
| He has a sketchbook open, filled with mechanical drawings, | |
| advanced equations, and notes to himself. | |
| Louise ascends the hill toward him. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Weber is looking for you. | |
| Ian smiles at her. | |
| IAN | |
| Why do you think I'm hiding out | |
| here? Come, join me. | |
| She considers it a moment, then sits down next to him as he | |
| makes room for her on his sleeping bag. | |
| 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. | |
| IAN | |
| How are you so good at talking to | |
| something so unlike us? | |
| 61. | |
| Louise notices the focus of his gaze and shrugs. | |
| LOUISE | |
| There's precedent. | |
| 79 EXT. RANCH - DAY - FLASHBACK 79 | |
| 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. | |
| But Louise puts her hands on the horse. Speaks to it. | |
| LOUISE (O.S.) | |
| Shh, shh. It's okay -- | |
| The horse's ears spin like radar dishes -- | |
| 80 EXT. HILLSIDE NEAR BASE CAMP - BACK TO SCENE 80 | |
| Back with Ian and Louise on the hill. | |
| IAN | |
| You know, you approach language | |
| like a mathematician. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I'll take that as a compliment. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Maybe it doesn't happen this time. | |
| They're warning us. We're running | |
| out of time. | |
| IAN | |
| I can't tell that to Weber. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Weber? The CIA guy is who worries | |
| me. Halpern. | |
| Louise suddenly winces and rubs her temples. | |
| 71. | |
| IAN | |
| How are you holding up? | |
| LOUISE | |
| Headaches. | |
| (beat) | |
| My brain is scrambled. | |
| IAN | |
| I hear they have the prefabs up | |
| finally. We get private housing. | |
| LOUISE | |
| (distant) | |
| Yeah -- | |
| IAN | |
| Hey. | |
| He reaches across the table and takes her hand in his. | |
| Louise looks at Ian. Then at their hands. | |
| IAN | |
| We'll get through. It's all right. | |
| She pulls her hands from him, suddenly shy. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I'm sorry, I just -- I'm feeling | |
| raw and unstable and -- | |
| Colonel Weber enters the mess tent and sets his sights on | |
| Ian. Calls out from the door: | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Ian. You're needed in operations. | |
| Ian keeps his focus on Louise. | |
| IAN | |
| I'll see you later. | |
| (once more) | |
| We'll get a win soon. | |
| Ian leaves. When he's gone, Louise's headache returns. | |
| 90 INT. PEDIATRICIAN'S OFFICE - DAY - FLASHBACK 90 | |
| Hannah and Louise hold hands on the exam bed. Louise is | |
| fighting back tears. | |
| 72. | |
| 91 INT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 91 | |
| Louise stares at a shelf full of Hannah's awards. Photos of | |
| Hannah in sports, at band concerts, in a theme park. | |
| 92 INT. LAKE HOUSE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 92 | |
| Louise is bent over in her bathroom, ill. | |
| 93 EXT. MESS TENT - NIGHT 93 | |
| Louise is bent over a trash can as if she just vomited. She | |
| coughs, looks around like she's lost. | |
| She notices tears in her eyes. Wipes them. | |
| It disturbs her. She fights back the intense emotional | |
| impact of these memories. | |
| It takes a few breaths for her to compose herself. | |
| REPORTER (V.O.) | |
| (pre-lap) | |
| And why do you want to see the | |
| ships destroyed? | |
| 94 EXT. TV COVERAGE - SOME LANDING SITE - NIGHT 94 | |
| Handheld camera interviewing a MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN holding a | |
| sign in a protest line outside a barricade. She's been | |
| crying; her eyes are red with tears. And she speaks | |
| English. | |
| Ticker at bottom of screen: "UFO 'TRUTHER' MOVEMENT GROWS" | |
| MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN | |
| 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! | |
| The sound of a KNOCKING wrenches from the news clip to -- | |
| 95 INT. HOUSING PRE-FAB - BEDROOM - NIGHT 95 | |
| 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. | |
| 73. | |
| The loud KNOCKING comes again. And she gets up. | |
| 96 INT. HOUSING PRE-FAB - FRONT DOOR - MOMENTS LATER 96 | |
| Louise opens the door to find Weber and Ian standing | |
| outside, their breath pluming in the cold air. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| May we come in? | |
| Louise frowns. | |
| 97 INT. HOUSING PRE-FAB - LIVING AREA - MOMENTS LATER 97 | |
| Louise, Weber, and Ian sit in this hotel-room-sized space. | |
| IAN | |
| How are you feeling? | |
| Louise tries to read the situation. Something is wrong. | |
| Ian looks concerned. Weber looks suspicious. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I just need sleep. I'm fine. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| You want to tell me what's going | |
| on? | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| (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. | |
| As she does, Abbott holds up one hand against the glass on | |
| his end, to the left of her position. | |
| Louise regards him curiously. Then she takes a breath, and | |
| begins to draw one end of this elegant, complicated circle. | |
| As she does, Abbott draws on his end. Working in the | |
| opposite arc toward Louise's starting point. | |
| IAN | |
| What is he doing? | |
| Louise's eyes widen as she realizes -- | |
| LOUISE | |
| He's being my other arm. He's | |
| finishing my sentence. | |
| The two co-authors finish simultaneously, connecting the | |
| arcs of their logograms into a circle. | |
| 83. | |
| REVEAL an angle showing Abbott's hand perfectly aligned | |
| with Louise's, only the transparent wall between them. | |
| QUICK POP: | |
| 107 INT. LAKE HOUSE - HANNAH'S ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 107 | |
| Baby Hannah reaches up from her cradle, her little infant | |
| hand outstretched like Abbott's. Louise reaching down to | |
| let Hannah grip mom's pointer finger. | |
| 108 INT. INTERVIEW CHAMBER - BACK TO SCENE 108 | |
| Louise snaps out of that quick vision. She takes a step | |
| back. | |
| LOUISE | |
| That's -- That's it. | |
| Looking at it head-on, the logogram is complete. | |
| Then: A tapestry of heptapod logograms begin flowing across | |
| the entire transparent wall, like wallpaper patterns. | |
| They appear with dozens of GEOMETRIC EQUATIONS. Circles. | |
| Angular shapes. Equations in heptapod with Arabic numerals | |
| around them like liner notes. A waterfall of data. It pours | |
| down the screen. | |
| PRESSING IN on Ian, who smiles broadly. | |
| IAN | |
| This is it. | |
| (into headset) | |
| This is the gift! | |
| COLONEL WEBER (V.O.) | |
| (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 -- | |
| IAN | |
| What is he saying? | |
| 84. | |
| Louise approaches the barrier, frowning. | |
| Meanwhile, a faint BEEPING begins quickening somewhere in | |
| the interview chamber. | |
| 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: | |
| 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? | |
| Halpern looks to the other people in the room. Weber | |
| studies him carefully. Ian nods, in support of Louise. | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| Even if I did believe you, how in | |
| the world are you going to get | |
| anyone else to play along and give | |
| up their data? | |
| Ian jumps on this one: | |
| IAN | |
| We offer our own in return. | |
| Halpern looks to Weber. Is he serious? | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| A trade. | |
| IAN | |
| So it's a non-zero-sum game. | |
| Louise hears this and it dawns on her -- | |
| 95. | |
| 118 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 118 | |
| Hannah storms down the hall. Picking up right where we left | |
| her from the previous flashback. | |
| Louise sits forward, with that same look of realization: | |
| LOUISE | |
| A non-zero-sum game! | |
| Hannah stops. Turns back around. | |
| HANNAH | |
| That's it! Yes! Thank you, Mom. | |
| Hannah shuffles back into her room. | |
| Louise slowly touches her face, an even deeper question now | |
| creeping into her mind: Did I just alter my own past? | |
| COLONEL WEBER (V.O.) | |
| (pre-lap) | |
| What did you just do? | |
| Louise seems to hear the voice beside her and look -- | |
| 119 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - "WAR ROOM" - BACK TO SCENE 119 | |
| Weber stands at her side. Behind him, by a set of comms | |
| stations, Halpern and his team are on phones. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I'm -- I'm sorry? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Nobody locks horns with the CIA | |
| like that. What motivated you? | |
| Louise is still a bit lost, reeling from the effect she | |
| just had on her own memory. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Family. | |
| Weber is surprised and confused by this answer. | |
| They're interrupted by Halpern, who steps up with: | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| 96. | |
| Nine of the landing sites have gone | |
| total comms blackout. Only way to | |
| reach them is to physically drive | |
| there and yell at the border guard. | |
| Which we're doing, but it won't be | |
| fast enough. | |
| LOUISE | |
| There's gotta be some way to get a | |
| message to them. | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| To our allies, maybe, but at this | |
| stage it's too little too late. | |
| What we need is to get all the | |
| nations online before one starts | |
| global war, and there's no way for | |
| us to reach them. | |
| 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: | |
| IAN (O.S.) | |
| Yes there is. | |
| All eyes on Ian. | |
| IAN | |
| It's right over our heads. | |
| He taps a screen displaying the Shell hovering outside. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Maybe you see how that's | |
| problematic for us now. | |
| PRESSING ON LOUISE, as the others discuss options: | |
| AGENT HALPERN (O.S.) | |
| And if their intent is global war? | |
| IAN (O.S.) | |
| Then at least we know. | |
| QUICK POP: | |
| 120 INT. CYLINDER CHAMBER - DAY 120 | |
| 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. | |
| 121 INT. OPERATIONS TENT - "WAR ROOM" - BACK TO SCENE 121 | |
| She snaps out of the vision, looks around: | |
| The men are still arguing. | |
| AGENT HALPERN | |
| I'm not having our decisions | |
| outsourced to the enemy -- | |
| IAN | |
| They aren't the enemy, when have | |
| they made any act of aggression | |
| toward us? | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 123 INT. "THE SHELL" - CONTINUOUS 123 | |
| 98. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 126 EXT. LANDING SITE - CONTINUOUS 126 | |
| The cylinder elevator lifts off. Noiselessly. | |
| 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? | |
| Louise looks into his eyes. Then pulls him in for a hug. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Why my husband left me. | |
| Ian didn't expect that answer. | |
| IAN | |
| You were married? | |
| Louise wipes her eyes and struggles to find her game face. | |
| 136 INT. SCIENCE TENT - MOMENTS LATER 136 | |
| The translators, scientists, and techs are gone here. ARMED | |
| SOLDIERS now populate the place, tearing down all non- | |
| essential material as fast as possible. Halpern supervises. | |
| Louise rushes in and gets to a keyboard at her hutch. She | |
| calls up the heptapod data on the screens. Spreads it to | |
| every available screen. Loops and whorls of logograms, all | |
| strung together like DNA strands. Geometric formulae | |
| animate around the cursive writing. A wall of alien | |
| graffiti. | |
| Ian hurries in behind Louise. | |
| IAN | |
| 107. | |
| It's too late for this. We've only | |
| cracked maybe one percent of it, | |
| it'll take weeks -- | |
| Louise puts up her hand, silencing Ian. She closes her | |
| eyes. | |
| 137 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 137 | |
| Louise pulls a hardback book from a box of advance copies. | |
| Its cover: "The Universal Language" by Dr. Louise Banks. | |
| 138 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 138 | |
| The table of contents show twelve chapters. | |
| 139 INT. LAKE HOUSE - LOUISE'S STUDY - DAY - FLASHBACK 139 | |
| Hannah's drawing is now framed. | |
| HANNAH (V.O.) | |
| That's supposed to be a book. | |
| The girl's handwriting: "Mommy and Daddy save the world." | |
| 140 INT. SCIENCE TENT - BACK TO SCENE 140 | |
| Louise's eyes snap open, and she takes in the sight of all | |
| the alien symbols once more. | |
| She lets out a ragged breath, in awe of it. | |
| LOUISE | |
| I can read it -- | |
| (then) | |
| Ian, I know what it is. | |
| A new SIREN now begins to wail around the campsite. Louise | |
| and Ian look up, unsure what to do. | |
| Colonel Weber enters and marches for them with Captain | |
| Marks behind him -- | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| You two: We're evacuating you right | |
| now. Come on. | |
| IAN | |
| 108. | |
| What's happening? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| War, that's what. | |
| Weber grabs onto them both and wills them into motion. | |
| LOUISE | |
| Wait -- I figured out the gift! | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| Good for you. | |
| He ushers them outside -- | |
| 141 EXT. BASE CAMP - HELIPAD - CONTINUOUS 141 | |
| -- and they keep marching for the helipad, despite Louise | |
| trying to slow things down. | |
| LOUISE | |
| It's their language. They gave it | |
| all to us. It's in twelve parts | |
| because I separated their first | |
| symbol into twelve segments -- and | |
| they knew I would. Understand? | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| So we can learn heptapod if we | |
| survive. Not much of a gift. | |
| LOUISE | |
| (emphatic) | |
| When you learn it, truly learn it, | |
| you perceive time the way they do. | |
| It's nonlinear. | |
| Weber stops as they're two dozen feet from the chopper. He | |
| has to shout over the sound of the rotors and the siren. | |
| COLONEL WEBER | |
| I see we are out of time. We did | |
| our best, but it wasn't enough. The | |
| dominoes are falling now. | |
| Weber gestures at Ian to suggest: Get her on the chopper. | |
| Then he turns and hurries back for the ops tent. | |
| Louise stands, rigid with tension. Ian tugs at her: | |
| IAN | |
| Come on! | |
| 109. | |
| Louise whirls around to face Ian but when she does -- | |
| 142 INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT 142 | |
| -- she is dressed in a RESPLENDENT RED EVENING GOWN. Her | |
| hair is done up. She looks stunning. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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 -- | |
| 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. | |
| This is the same scene as the first. Shot for shot. | |
| She finds the message written on glass: "Do you want to | |
| make a baby?" | |
| Beat. The twinkle in her eye, the thoughtful moment. It all | |
| breathes here. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| In some ways this choice saves the | |
| world, but I'm not thinking about | |
| that, Hannah. I never am. | |
| FINAL SERIES OF SHOTS: | |
| 163 INT. LAKE HOUSE - HANNAH'S ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 163 | |
| Louise cradles NEWBORN HANNAH in her arms. Hannah crooks | |
| her tiny hand around Louise's finger. | |
| 164 EXT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 164 | |
| Four-year-old HANNAH dressed as a cowgirl. | |
| HANNAH | |
| Stick 'em up! | |
| 119. | |
| 165 INT. LAKE HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK 165 | |
| Hannah, age 12, getting grounded: | |
| HANNAH | |
| When do I get to live my own life? | |
| 166 INT. MERCY HILL GENERAL HOSPITAL - DAY - FLASHBACK 166 | |
| Louise standing with DR. J. BYDWELL in a hospital hall. | |
| She's hiding her face in her hands. Bydwell reaches out and | |
| puts a consoling hand on her shoulder. Her body shifts from | |
| a sob. | |
| 167 INT. HOSPITAL - PATIENT ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 167 | |
| Hannah, on her death bed in the hospital. Holding Louise's | |
| hand. The two clinging to each other. | |
| LOUISE (V.O.) | |
| I'm just thinking about you. | |
| 168 EXT. LAKE HOUSE BALCONY - NIGHT 168 | |
| Louise touches the glass where the question is written "Do | |
| you want to make a baby?" | |
| IAN steps into view, with a wine glass in his hand, too. | |
| IAN | |
| Well? Do you? | |
| She smiles broadly at him and replies: | |
| LOUISE | |
| Yes. | |
| And now we stay here a moment longer than the opening | |
| scene, and see that while Louise is smiling, a tear slips | |
| down her cheek. She is both the happiest and the saddest | |
| right now. Because she knows what happens next. | |
| FADE TO BLACK. | |
| THE END | |