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                                 PASSENGERS

                              

                                 Written by

                                 Jon Spaihts

                         

                         



                         FADE IN:

                         

          EXT. INTERSTELLAR SPACE

          A million suns shine in the dark.
          A STARSHIP cuts through the night: a gleaming white cruiser.
          Galleries of windows. Flying decks and observation domes.
          On the hull: EXCELSIOR - A HomeStead Company Starship.
          The ship flashes through a nebula. Space-dust sparkles as it
          whips over the hull, betraying the ship's dizzying speed.
          The nebula boils in the ship's wake. The Excelsior rockets
          on, spotless and beautiful as a daydream.

                         

          INT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR - GRAND CONCOURSE

          A wide plaza. Its lofty atrium cuts through seven decks,
          creating tiers of promenades framing a vast skylight.
          The promenades are empty. Chairs unoccupied. Beetle-like
          robots vacuum the carpets and wax the floors.

                         

                         CAFETERIA
          Super-modern and gleaming. Hundreds of tables, all empty.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          Lounge furniture and star-filled windows. Completely
          deserted. A robot on spindly legs washes the glass.

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Endless corridors lined with vertical glass tubes. Inside
          each tube stands a PASSENGER. Eyes closed in sleep. If
          they're breathing you can't tell by looking.
          They sleep on their feet, leaning against padded supports.
          Straps secure them in place; sensors adhere to their skin.
          They wear shorts and tank tops with HomeStead Company logos.
          We survey their faces. No children, no senior citizens. Men
          and women of every ethnicity in the prime of their lives.
          We settle on one man. JIM PRESTON, 38. Sound asleep. A small
          display on his pod reads:

                         

                                       JAMES PRESTON
                        Rate 2 Mechanical Engineer
                        Denver, Colorado

                                                                     2.

                         

                         

                                       AGE: 38
                        Blood type: A+
                        Passenger class: silver

                                       FARE: ONE-WAY
          A deep BOOM. Echoes roll down the corridors.
          Lights wink on in Jim's hibernation pod. Machinery hums to
          life. Instruments beep and chitter.
          Medical data fills the pod's screen. Jim's temperature rises.
          His heart begins to beat. He takes a breath.
          Jim opens his eyes.
          Groggy, blinking, seeing nothing.
          The backrest behind him converts into a recliner, lowering
          him into a seated position.
          The sensors on his skin drop off and snake back into the
          pod's machinery.
          A video screen descends before Jim's eyes.
          ONSCREEN - A beautiful stewardess appears, beaming at the
          camera. She is inhumanly perfect, a computer-generated image.

                                             VIDEO STEWARDESS
                    Good Morning, James!

                                             JIM

                                       (DISORIENTED)
                    Jim. What the...

                                              VIDEO STEWARDESS
                    Don't worry, Jim. It's normal to feel
                    confused. You've just spent a hundred
                    and twenty years in suspended
                    animation.
          She makes it sound sexy. Jim scowls and rubs his eyes.
          ONSCREEN - An animation. Happy people go to sleep in glass
          tubes in a hospital. The tubes are loaded onto a spaceship.

                              VIDEO STEWARDESS (CONT'D)
                    You're a passenger on the Starship
                    Excelsior - a Homestead Company
                    Starship. We've nearly completed the
                    120-year flight from Earth to your
                    new home - the colony world of
                    Homestead II. Congratulations!
          ONSCREEN - The Excelsior leaves a skyscraper-covered Earth
          and soars through space to a lush green Homestead II.

                                                                    3.

                         

                         

                                             JIM

                                       (REMEMBERING)
                    Oh, yeah.

                                             VIDEO STEWARDESS
                    The Excelsior is on final approach.

                                       (SENSUALLY)
                    For the next two months, you'll enjoy
                    luxury space travel. Food. Fun. New
                    friends.
          ONSCREEN - The ship's lavish amenities: fine dining, sports
          facilities, shops, all swarming with happy passengers.

                              VIDEO STEWARDESS (CONT'D)
                    Then you'll start your new life on
                    Homestead II. Back to basics. A fresh
                    start. Room to grow.
          ONSCREEN - Publicity shots of Homestead II. Mountains,
          forests, beaches. Settlements ringed by farmland.

                              VIDEO STEWARDESS (CONT'D)
                    Your wake-up capsules and nutrient
                    juice will help you recover from
                    hibernation!
          Pills rattle into a dish; a glass of pink juice appears. He
          takes his pills and gulps his juice with a grimace.
          Jim's backrest eases him onto his feet. A drawer pops open,
          revealing a Homestead Company bathrobe and slippers.

                              VIDEO STEWARDESS (CONT'D)
                    Make yourself comfortable in your
                    complimentary robe and slippers.
          He puts them on.

                              VIDEO STEWARDESS (CONT'D)
                    Your shipcard is your key to the
                    starship.

                                       (FLIRTATIOUSLY)
                    Don't lose it!
          The pod produces Jim's shipcard: a plastic ID card on a
          lanyard. He hangs it around his neck.

                              VIDEO STEWARDESS (CONT'D)
                    Now you're ready to go to your cabin.
                    Make yourself at home! Enjoy the rest
                    of your voyage, Jim!

                                             JIM
                    Right.

                                                                      4.

                         

                         
          Jim steps out of his pod into the corridor.
          All the other pods are closed, the people inside asleep. A
          look of concern crosses Jim's face.

                                                VIDEO STEWARDESS
                       Jim, your cabin is this way.
          The screen flips around to face him. The video stewardess
          points down the corridor.

                                 VIDEO STEWARDESS (CONT'D)
                       Take Elevator D to deck seven. Your
                       cabin number is on your shipcard.

                                                JIM
                       Thanks.
          He shuffles down the corridor in his slippers, rubbing his
          face. Having trouble keeping his eyes open.
          Behind him, his pod closes up. Its screen reads PASSENGER

          DISCHARGED.

                         

                         ELEVATOR FOYER
          Jim finds a bank of elevators. As he approaches, the
          indicators blink on. An elevator opens, spilling light.
          He steps inside, and muzak begins to play.

                         

                         DECK SEVEN
          A corridor lined with doors. A CLEANING ROBOT vacuums.
          Jim appears. Instantly the corridor lights brighten. The
          cleaning robot rolls past Jim.

                                                CLEANING ROBOT
                       Hello, Passenger.

                                                JIM

                                          (STARTLED)
                       Hello, robot.
          Jim follows wall markings to his cabin. Lets himself in.

                         

                         JIM'S CABIN
          Cozy but small. A bed, a desk, an armchair. No window.
          A SCREEN lights up. The HomeStead Company theme music plays.
          An ANNOUNCER speaks.

                                                                     5.

                         

                         

                              ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                    Welcome to your cabin, Jim! Your home
                    until we make landfall.
          Jim doesn't pay attention. Pokes around, opening drawers.

                              ANNOUNCER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                    Over the next two months, you'll
                    prepare for your new life on
                    Homestead II.
          Jim peers into the tiny bathroom. There's a little video
          screen, and the presentation's running there too.

                              ANNOUNCER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                    Passengers are organized into
                    Learning Groups for orientation.
                    You've been assigned to Learning
                    group...thirty-eight! Don't forget!
          ONSCREEN: "Learning Group 38."
          The DOORBELL rings.
          Jim opens the door eagerly - and deflates. No one there.
          He looks down. A waist-high CARGO ROBOT peers up at him with
          goggle eyes. It carries two suitcases and a duffel bag.

                                             CARGO ROBOT
                    Passenger James Preston?

                                                JIM
                    Jim. Yeah.

                                             CARGO ROBOT
                    Your luggage, Passenger Jim. Swipe
                    your shipcard to confirm.
          Jim swipes his shipcard through a slot on top of the robot.
          The robot scoots inside and deposits Jim's bags on the floor.

                              CARGO ROBOT (CONT'D)
                    Enjoy your luggage!

                                                JIM
                    Thanks.

                                             CARGO ROBOT
                    Thank you, Passenger Jim!
          The robot zips out the door.
          Jim looks up and down the corridor. The receding robot is the
          only sign of life. He steps back inside.

                                                                   6.

                         

                         

                                             ANNOUNCER
                    Your group's orientation starts in
                    forty-five minutes. Join them in
                    Conference Room Twenty on Deck One.
                    Don't forget!

                         

          DECK FOUR - SHOPPING DISTRICT
          A mall with tiled floors and ornate storefronts.
          Jim walks along in his robe and slippers. Storefront signs
          flicker to life as he passes.
          A dry fountain gushes water at his approach.

                         

          DECK ONE - CONFERENCE ROOM TWENTY
          Forty chairs around a big table. A large screen on the wall.
          ONSCREEN: A digital INSTRUCTOR, a handsome woman of middle
          age, waits with a computer's infinite patience.
          Jim walks in. The door slides closed behind him.

                                             VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    Hello, Passengers. Will you all
                    please take a seat.
          Jim looks around. He's the only one there. He sits.

                              VIDEO INSTRUCTOR (CONT'D)
                    Earth is a prosperous planet. The
                    cradle of civilization. A world with
                    a long, proud history. But for many,
                    it's also overpopulated. Over-priced.
                    Overrated. Overrun.
          Behind the Instructor, video clips of Earth's urban sprawl:
          an endless gleaming metropolis glittering with traffic.

                                             JIM
                        (raising his hand)
                    Can I just...

                                             VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    No questions until the end, please.

                                             JIM
                    Wait. Where are all the other...

                                             VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    The Colonies offer an alternative. A
                    better way of life.

                                                                      7.

                         

                         
          The screen fills with shots of Homestead II: aerial footage
          of mountains, beaches, beautiful garden cities.

                              VIDEO INSTRUCTOR (CONT'D)
                    And none is more beautiful than
                    Homestead II, the Jewel of the
                    Occupied Worlds.

                         

          ONE HOUR LATER
          Jim sits wearily, chin propped on his hand. The Video
          Instructor chatters on. Inspiring footage of Homestead II.

                                             VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    ...thriving job markets in mining,
                    farming and manufacturing. An
                    explosion in the cultural arts. And
                    if you long for the life less
                    civilized, you can apply for a
                    pioneer permit and seek your fortune
                    in the wild.
                        (a pregnant pause)
                    Any questions?

                                             JIM

                                       (EXPLODING)
                    Where IS everybody?!
          The Instructor pauses. The question seems to confuse her.

                                             VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    We're all on the Starship Excelsior.
                    Five thousand passengers and fifty-
                    eight crew members.

                                             JIM
                    But I'm the only one awake.

                                              VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    No, all the passengers wake up at the
                    same time.

                                             JIM
                    Then something's wrong with the other
                    hibernation pods.

                                             VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    Hibernation pods are fail-safe.

                                             JIM
                    So why am I the only one here?

                                             VIDEO INSTRUCTOR
                    I'm sorry. I don't understand your
                    question.

                                                                    8.

                         

                         

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Jim finds an INFOMAT - an information kiosk. A banner scrolls
          across the screen: ASK ME A QUESTION! Jim taps the screen.

                                             INFOMAT

                                       (INSANELY CHEERFUL)
                    Hello! What's your question?

                                             JIM
                    I need to talk to a person. A real
                    live person.

                                             INFOMAT
                    What sort of person? Personal
                    trainer? Travel planner? Therapist?

                                             JIM
                    Someone in charge.

                                             INFOMAT
                    The Ship Steward handles passenger
                    affairs. You can find him in his
                    office on the Service Deck.
          ONSCREEN: A dotted line on the map shows how to get there.

                                                JIM
                    Thank you.

                                             INFOMAT
                    Happy to help!

                         

          SERVICE DECK - CORRIDOR
          Jim appears around the corner. The lights brighten, the
          ventilation kicks up a notch.
          He finds a door marked SHIP STEWARD.

                         

          SHIP STEWARD'S OFFICE
          The lights flash on as Jim enters, revealing...an office in
          mothballs. Empty chairs, barren desks.

                                                JIM
                    Not good.

                         

                         ELEVATOR LOBBY
          Another Infomat. Jim arrives at a jog.

                                                                     9.

                         

                         

                                             INFOMAT
                    Hello! What's your quest...

                                             JIM
                    Who's flying the ship?

                                             INFOMAT
                    The bridge crew includes the Captain,
                    the Pilot, the Chief Navigator...

                                             JIM
                    The Captain. I want to talk to the
                    Captain.

                                             INFOMAT
                    The Captain rarely handles passenger
                    queries directly.

                                             JIM
                    Emergency, okay? Where is he?

                                             INFOMAT
                    The Captain is usually found on the
                    Bridge, on the Command Deck.
          ONSCREEN: A helpful map shows the way. Jim marches off.

                         

                         COMMAND DECK
          Jim finds the door to the Bridge. He opens it eagerly - only
          to find a second door behind it - an armored hatch labeled
          FIREWALL and SECURE ACCESS AREA.
          A porthole of thick glass gives a narrow view of the Bridge.
          It's deserted. Instrument lights gleam in the dark.

                                             JIM
                        (pounding on the hatch)
                    Come on! What the hell is happening?

                         

          DECK THREE - CAFE COURTYARD
          Jim RUNS past restaurants, lounges, shops. All deserted.

                                             JIM
                        (panic in his voice)
                    Hello? Hello!

                         

          SERVICE DECK - CELESTIAL PROMENADE
          The highest promenade on the ship: windows on all sides. The
          huge skylight just overhead. It's almost like being outside.
          The atrium plunges seven stories to the Concourse below.

                                                                    10.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                        (an echoing shout)
                    Hello!
          A SOUND behind him makes him spin.
          But it's just a window-washer: a robot with long spindly
          limbs. It moves past Jim, polishing windows. Oblivious.
          A sign catches Jim's attention: "OBSERVATORY - Your Place In
          the Universe."

                         

                         OBSERVATORY
          Jim enters the planetarium of the future: theater seats
          facing a holographic "stage."
          IN HOLOGRAM: An image of the starship hangs in space. Glowing
          text reads "Look through the eyes of the Starship Excelsior!"
          Jim goes to the control podium. Touches the screen.

                                             OBSERVATORY
                        (a voice as deep as God's)
                    What can I show you?

                                             JIM
                    We're supposed to land pretty soon,
                    but it looks like I'm the only one
                    awake. Is that normal?

                                             OBSERVATORY
                    I don't understand. What can I show
                    you?

                                             JIM

                                       (IMPATIENTLY)
                    Show me Homestead II.
          IN HOLOGRAM: The planet Homestead II, Earth's twin sister.

                                             OBSERVATORY
                    Homestead II is the fourth planet in
                    the Bhakti system.

                                             JIM
                    Right. And how soon are we landing?

                                             OBSERVATORY
                    Approximately ninety years.

                                             JIM
                    What?

                                                                    11.

                         

                         

                                             OBSERVATORY
                    We land on Homestead II in ninety
                    years, three weeks, and one day.

                                             JIM
                    No. How long ago did we leave Earth?

                                             OBSERVATORY
                    Approximately thirty years ago.
          Jim stares at the hologram in horrified realization.

                                             JIM
                    I woke up too soon.

                                             OBSERVATORY
                    I don't understand.

                                             JIM
                    Neither do I.

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Jim sprints down a row of hibernation pods. Heart pounding.
          Slides to a stop in front of his empty pod.
          Jim fusses with the controls, pressing buttons. But the
          screen just reads "PASSENGER DISCHARGED."
          Crouching, he pulls at the pod's canopy, trying to open it
          with his hands. It doesn't budge.

                                             JIM
                    I'm supposed to be in there!

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - CORRIDOR
          Jim trudges between rows of sleeping passengers to the aft
          end of the huge Hibernation Bay.
          There he finds a hatch labeled CREW HIBERNATION FACILITY.
          Jim opens it eagerly - and finds another armored hatch with a
          small porthole. Labels reads FIREWALL and SECURE ACCESS AREA.
          Jim presses the switch. No result.
          He peers through the porthole. Inside, the entire crew of the
          starship stands sleeping.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - INFOMAT
          Jim stands at another Infomat.

                                                                 12.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    How do I make a phone call?

                                             INFOMAT
                    Your cabin telephone...

                                             JIM
                    No. Long distance. How do I send a
                    message to Earth?

                                             INFOMAT
                    Interstellar messages are sent by
                    laser array. Speak to the Duty
                    Officer in the Comm Center.
          ONSCREEN: The Infomat displays a helpful map.

                                             INFOMAT (CONT'D)
                    Please note that interstellar
                    messaging is an expensive service.

                                             JIM

                                       (WALKING AWAY)
                    Bite me.

                                             INFOMAT
                    Happy to help!

                         

          COMMAND DECK - COMMUNICATIONS CENTER
          Two communications booths for passenger use. Jim sits at one
          of these. Swipes his shipcard.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Planet and connection?

                                             JIM
                    Earth. The HomeStead Company.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    There are thirty thousand phone
                    numbers listed under "HomeStead
                    Company." What number?

                                             JIM
                    I don't know. I'm emigrating to
                    Homestead II. I have an emergency.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Division of Colonial Affairs,
                    Homestead II Program. I have a
                    Customer Help Line.

                                             JIM
                    Sounds about right.

                                                                  13.

                         

                         
          The booth's camera zooms in on Jim's face. A microphone
          extends toward his mouth. The red RECORDING light comes on.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Begin message.
          Jim's a deer in the headlights. He collects himself.

                                             JIM
                    Hi. I'm Jim Preston. I'm a passenger
                    on the Excelsior. Something went
                    wrong with my hibernation pod and I
                    woke up too soon. Ninety years too
                    soon. I can't get back to sleep.
                    Nobody else is awake.
                        (with growing panic)
                    If I don't figure something out, I'm
                    going to die of old age before we get
                    to Homestead II. So help me out here.
                        (takes a deep breath)
                    I'll keep trying to fix this. Maybe I
                    missed something simple. But I could
                    use a hand. Thanks.
          Jim pushes the "SEND" button. Sits back in his chair.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Message sent.

                                             JIM
                    Outstanding.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Message will arrive in nineteen
                    years.

                                               JIM
                    Say what?

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Earliest possible reply in fifty-five
                    years.

                                               JIM
                    No.

                                              COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    We are nineteen light years from
                    Earth. By the time your message
                    arrives, we will be thirty-six light-
                    years from Earth. We apologize for
                    the delay.

                                             JIM

                                       (DEVASTATED)
                    Fifty-five years.

                                                                   14.

                         

                         

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    That will be six thousand dollars.

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Jim crosses the Concourse like a sleepwalker in his robe and
          slippers. He looks shell-shocked.
          He comes to the Concourse Bar: the fanciest watering hole on
          the ship. Black leather stools along a marble bartop.
          Jim touches the bartop...and a MAN swings up behind the bar -
          as if mounted on a hinge. A handsome fellow in a bartender's
          uniform - his hair and skin eerily perfect. This is ARTHUR.
          Jim jumps out of his skin.

                                             ARTHUR
                    What can I get you?

                                             JIM
                    I thought I was the only one awake!

                                             ARTHUR
                    I doubt it. It's the middle of the
                    afternoon. Are you drinking or not?
          He produces a cloth and polishes the bartop. In a startling
          movement, he glides the length of the bar, polishing all the
          way, and glides back as if on roller skates.
          Jim steps up on the footrail and peers behind the bar.
          Arthur's body stops at the waist. He's mounted on rails,
          built into the bar.

                                             JIM

                                       (DEFLATED)
                    You're a robot.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Android, technically. Arthur's the
                    name.

                                             JIM
                        (taking a seat)
                    I'm Jim.
          Arthur shakes his hand.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Pleased to meet you. What'll it be?

                                             JIM
                    Whiskey, neat.

                                                                     15.

                         

                         
          Arthur pours. Jim knocks the drink back. Points into the
          empty glass while his eyes water. Arthur pours another. Jim
          takes a big swallow and sets the glass down half-full.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    Arthur, how much do you know about
                    the ship?

                                             ARTHUR
                    I don't know. I know some things.

                                             JIM
                    What do I do if my hibernation pod
                    malfunctions?

                                             ARTHUR
                    Impossible. Hibernation pods are fail-
                    safe.

                                             JIM
                    Yeah, well, I woke up early.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Can't happen.

                                             JIM

                                       (A CHALLENGE)
                    How long until we get to Homestead

                    II?

                                             ARTHUR
                    Ninety years or so.

                                             JIM
                    And when are all of us passengers
                    supposed to wake up?

                                             ARTHUR
                    Not until the last two months.

                                             JIM
                    So how can I be sitting here with
                    ninety years to go?
          Arthur's eyes take on a faraway look. His head twitches.

                                             ARTHUR
                    It's not possible for you to be here.
          He smiles as if he's solved the problem.

                                               JIM
                    But I am.

                                                                 16.

                         

                         

                                               ARTHUR
                      Sorry, Jim. My specialty is cocktails
                      and conversation. Take your fancy
                      trick questions to one of those
                      Infomats. They think they know
                      everything.

                                               JIM
                      Arthur, I'm in trouble. I'm screwed.
                      I am completely, ridiculously
                      screwed.

                                               ARTHUR
                      Lot of self-pity.

                                               JIM
                      Self pity? I'm going to die of old
                      age on this ship!

                                               ARTHUR
                      Jim, we all die. Even androids end up
                      on the scrap heap. It's not dying
                      that matters, it's living. This is
                      your life. Are you going to live it
                      or lie down and die?
          Jim shakes his head in surrender.

                                               JIM
                      What do I owe you?

                                               ARTHUR
                      Jim, the booze is on the house.

                         

          DECK NINE - AFT OBSERVATION DECK - NIGHT
          A moody lounge with panoramic windows. Jim walks in. Strolls
          up to the glass.
          Stares out at the red stars behind the ship, the cold white
          stars all around.

                         

          INT. JIM'S CABIN - MORNING

          Jim wakes up and rolls out of bed. Shuffles into the shower.

                         

                         CAFETERIA
          Machines offer food and drink in dizzying variety. Each
          machine has a card slot and a screen displaying its menu.
          Jim enters, dressed in his own clothes - jeans, a T-shirt.

                                                                    17.

                         

                         
          He swipes his shipcard at a coffee machine. It offers sixteen
          kinds of coffee, from a simple cup of joe to the "Mocha
          Cappuccino Extreme." Jim picks the best of the lot.

                                              COFFEE MACHINE
                     Sorry. The Mocha Cappuccino Extreme
                     is reserved for gold-class
                     passengers. Please select another
                     item.
          Jim presses one button after another, denied each time.

                               COFFEE MACHINE (CONT'D)
                     Sorry...sorry...sorry...Large coffee.

                                              JIM
                     Are you serious?

                                              COFFEE MACHINE
                     Please enjoy.

                         

                         ELEVATOR
          Jim ascends, sipping coffee and eating an egg sandwich.
          The doors open at the Command Deck. A sign reads "Crew Area -
          No Passengers beyond this point." Jim breezes past the sign.

                         

                         COMMAND DECK
          Jim prowls the floor, opening doors.
          He finds a room marked EMERGENCY GEAR and opens it eagerly.
          It's full of space suits and oxygen tanks.
          He peers into a red HAZARD cabinet: fire extinguishers, an
          axe, an epoxy foamer for atmosphere leaks - all behind glass.
          He opens another door marked EMERGENCY MANUALS - and smiles:
          shelf after shelf of waterproof, fireproof technical manuals.
          Jim pulls a manual labeled HIBERNATION SYSTEMS.

                         

          INT. SUBDECK B - PASSENGER CARGO STOWAGE - DAY

          A cavernous cargo hold. Jim drives a forklift down the aisle,
          scanning container numbers.
          He finds a container labeled "PASSENGER #1498, JAMES
          PRESTON." The forklift pulls it from the rack.

                                                                    18.

                         

                         

                         

          THE CARGO CONTAINER
          Opens to reveal Jim's belongings. Cartons marked "sports" or
          "clothes" or "kitchen stuff."
          Amidst the cartons, a heavy-duty TOOLBOX. Jim hauls it out.

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Jim sits in front of his empty hibernation pod. His toolbox
          beside him. The Hibernation Systems manual lies open.
          Jim tinkers with the electronics inside his pod.
          The pod hums to life. Its data screen flickers with
          information. Mysterious WHIRS and THUNKS.
          The canopy opens.
          Elated, Jim bounces to his feet. Strips off his shirt and
          scrambles in. The canopy closes over him.
          He assumes the position, his back against the backrest,
          waiting for the pod to put him to sleep.
          Nothing happens. He pokes at the ports where the sensors and
          intravenous lines used to protrude. Shakes the machine.
          He gives up. It's not working.
          But now he's trapped inside the pod.
          He pushes at the canopy, but it's locked shut. He pounds on
          the glass with no effect. Finally he loses it, shouting and
          stamping, hammering and raging - all muffled behind glass.
          Exhausted, he sinks to the floor of the pod, staring out at
          his tools and his manual, his discarded shirt.
          Then he notices the emergency release handle down by the
          floor. He pulls it, and the canopy pops open.

                         

          OUTSIDE THE POD
          The pod's display screen blinks back to its original message.

          PASSENGER DISCHARGED.

                         

          CREW HIBERNATION FACILITY DOOR
          Jim looks through the porthole at the sleeping crew.
          Jim swipes his shipcard through the door switch. ACCESS
          DENIED. He pokes at the keypad. ACCESS DENIED.

                                                                  19.

                         

                         
          Jim opens his toolbox, selects a tool and starts to remove
          the keypad's cover plate.

                                                     FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: THREE WEEKS LATER

                         

          INT. CREW HIBERNATION FACILITY DOOR - MORNING

          Jim works on the door with an industrial LASER CUTTER. Sparks
          fly. He's drenched in sweat. Mussed and unshaven.
          He lifts the goggles and inspects the door. The laser cutter
          has barely marked the surface.
          The door's a mess. Its switch hangs on wires. There are pry
          marks around the latch. Gouges around the window. Failed
          drill holes. Dents left by an axe.
          But the door stands firm.
          Jim lets the laser cutter fall. It joins a scrapyard of tools
          on the floor: sledgehammer, jackhammer, drill, crowbar, axe.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - JIM'S POD
          Another debris field surrounds Jim's hibernation pod. Tools
          and cables, electronic instruments, a diagnostic laptop.
          Jim stalks by without so much as a sideways glance.

                         

          CONCOURSE BAR - DAY
          Arthur stands behind the bar polishing glasses. Jim sits,
          sweaty and grimy, a whiskey in front of him.
          His speech is soft around the edges. He's had a few.

                                             JIM
                    I thought I'd figure something out. I
                    thought it would just come to me.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Stands to reason.

                                             JIM
                    But I've tried everything.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Sometimes you can't catch a break.
          Jim gives Arthur a thoughtful look.

                                                                   20.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    I'm your only customer, but you're
                    always polishing a glass.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Trick of the trade. Makes people
                    nervous when a bartender just stands
                    there.

                                             JIM
                    Okay. Lay some bartender wisdom on
                    me. I'm lost in space here.
          Arthur polishes the bar while he thinks that one over.

                                             ARTHUR
                    You're not where you want to be. You
                    feel like you're supposed to be
                    somewhere else. Right?

                                             JIM
                    You said it.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Well, here's the thing. Say you could
                    snap your fingers and be wherever you
                    wanted to be. Back on Earth, or on
                    Homestead II.

                                             JIM
                    Okay.

                                             ARTHUR
                    I'll bet even if you got your wish,
                    you'd still feel this way. Not in the
                    right place. Supposed to be somewhere
                    else. That's not a crisis, it's the
                    human condition.
          Jim takes a moment to consider that.

                                             JIM
                    That's not me.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Well, maybe not. The point is, you
                    can't get so wrapped up in where
                    you'd rather be that you forget to
                    make the most of where you are.

                                             JIM
                    What are you telling me?

                                                                   21.

                         

                         

                                             ARTHUR
                    It's a big ship. You're always
                    running around banging on things and
                    yelling at the computers. Take a
                    break. Live a little.
          Jim spins on his barstool, surveying the Grand Concourse.

                                             JIM
                    Live a little.
          When he comes back around he gives a shove. He spins faster.

                                             ARTHUR
                    That's the spirit.
          Jim goes for one more shove. Misses. Falls off his stool.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - INFORMATION KIOSK
          Jim scans a map of the ship. Second-class cabins. First-class
          cabins. And the good stuff: palatial suites named for
          European cities.
          His finger stops on one of the biggest. The Berlin Suite.

                         

                         BERLIN SUITE
          High ceilings, posh furniture, panoramic windows.
          The door jumps in its frame with a THUNK. Slides open. Jim
          enters, a crowbar in hand.
          A cargo robot follows him in, carrying his toolbox and
          suitcases. It deposits them on the floor.

                                             CARGO ROBOT
                    The Berlin Suite! Enjoy your luggage!

                         

          BERLIN SUITE - BATH
          Jim cleans up in the opulent bathtub. A robot arm with a
          water jet washes his back.

                         

          BERLIN SUITE - BEDROOM
          Jim unpacks. Stowing clothes in closets, laying out mementos.
          He pulls a pair of sneakers out of his luggage.

                                                                    22.

                         

                         

                         

          DECK TWO - GYMNASIUM - BASKETBALL COURT
          Jim shoots baskets in sneakers and gym clothes. He's not bad.
          He shoots, rebounds, shoots.

                         

                         SPA
          Jim lies on a massage table wearing a towel. A pair of robot
          arms emerge from the table and begin to massage him.

                         

          DECK THREE - MARCELLO'S - DAY
          The Italian restaurant. Cafe tables, white tablecloths.
          Jim sits perusing a menu. A robotic waiter - a machine, not a
          counterfeit human - rolls up to the table.

                                             JIM

                                       (WITH RELISH)
                    Let me have the rigatoni alla diabla,
                    with the sauteed spinach and a glass
                    of the Montepulciano.

                         

          DECK TWO - ARCADE - EVENING
          A state-of-the-art game room. Jim inspects the flagship game:
          "Z Factor!" A huge holographic display, a futuristic cockpit.
          Jim swipes his shipcard. The game speaks like an angry giant.

                                             Z FACTOR
                    Jim Preston! Welcome to the cutting
                    edge of gaming! The greatest
                    challenge you will ever know!

                                             JIM
                    All right then.
          He clambers into the cockpit.

                                             Z FACTOR

                                       (SNARLING)
                    Are you ready to play Z Factor?

                                             JIM
                    Yes!

                                             Z FACTOR
                        (an echoing roar)
                    Begin!
          IN HOLOGRAM: A fortress shines on a hilltop. War machines
          crawl over a blasted land. Letters flash: LEVEL ONE.

                                                                    23.

                         

                         
          A WARRIOR appears. Jim's character. Jim works the controls.
          IN HOLOGRAM: The Warrior rises off the ground on a beam of
          light - and is immediately torn to pieces by enemy fire.

                              Z FACTOR (CONT'D)
                    You lose! Z Factor reigns supreme!
          The game howls with demonic laughter.

                         

          DECK FOUR - MOVIE THEATER - EVENING
          A classic theater. Seats for a thousand. A velvet curtain.
          Jim enters. Cued by his arrival, the curtain parts. The film
          begins. Jim settles into a seat.

                                                     FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: THREE MONTHS LATER

                         

          DECK TWO - ARCADE - DAY
          Jim is playing "Z Factor!" and he's on fire.
          IN HOLOGRAM: The Warrior battles dragons above a crystalline
          city. A title announces "Level 40."
          Jim moves like a martial artist, dripping sweat.
          IN HOLOGRAM: The Warrior challenges the game's Final Enemy -
          a colossus with a hundred eyes. The Final Enemy falls dead.

                                             Z-FACTOR
                    You are victorious!

                                             JIM
                    Yes!

                                             Z-FACTOR
                    You are the Grand Master of Z Factor!

                                             JIM

                                       (ELATED)
                    I am the Grand Master of Z Factor!

                         

          GYMNASIUM - BASKETBALL COURT
          Jim shoots baskets. He's brought dozens of balls onto the
          court. He no longer rebounds, just grabs the nearest ball.
          He shoots from half court. From even farther away. Long
          shots, bounce shots off the wall.

                                                                     24.

                         

                         
          He launches a full-court shot, bangs it off the rim, and lets
          himself topple over backward. Lies staring at the ceiling.

                         

          BELLA CANTINA - AFTERNOON
          The ship's Mexican restaurant. It has the same robot waiters
          as the Italian place, but here they wear sombreros.
          Jim sits over the wreckage of his lunch. He downs a margarita
          and puts the empty glass down beside several others.

                                             JIM
                    Another margarita!

                              MEXICAN ROBOT WAITER
                    You have had many, senor.

                                             JIM

                                       (DRUNKENLY)
                    Margarita otra vez!

                                 MEXICAN ROBOT WAITER
                    Si, senor.

                         

          LIBRARY - AFTERNOON
          A room full of workstations, each with a reading machine. Jim
          sits at one in a headset, taking a Russian Language course.

                              RUSSIAN TEACHER (FILTERED)
                    This is the Gudonov Russian Language
                    Course. Level One. Let's begin.
                    Repeat after me.

                                       (IN RUSSIAN)
                    [I am beginning to learn.]

                                             JIM

                                       (IN RUSSIAN)
                    [I am beginning to learn.]

                              RUSSIAN TEACHER (FILTERED)
                    I am beginning to learn.

                                             JIM
                    I am beginning to learn.

                         

          CONCOURSE BAR - EVENING
          Jim sits drinking. Three glasses in front of him. Drunk.

                                             JIM
                        (in bad Russian, subtitled)
                    [I be study the Russian.]

                                                                  25.

                         

                         

                                              ARTHUR
                        (in perfect Russian, subtitled)
                    [Good for you! It's a beautiful
                    language.]

                                             JIM
                    You speak Russian!

                                             ARTHUR
                    Of course. We have Russian
                    passengers.

                                             JIM
                    Well, I'm trying new things. From now
                    on, every time I sit down, I want a
                    drink I haven't had before.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Fair enough.
          Arthur mixes a bright green drink, sets it in front of Jim.
          Jim takes a sip and makes a horrible face.

                                             JIM
                    What's that?

                                             ARTHUR
                    Something new.

                                                     FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: THREE MONTHS LATER

                         

          INT. BERLIN SUITE - BEDROOM - MORNING

          Jim sleeps in his luxurious bed. The covers knotted around
          him. He hasn't shaven in weeks.
          His eyes open. He lies staring at the ceiling.
          After a long moment he gets up. Shuffles toward the bathroom
          in his underwear. He's put on a beer gut.

                         

          CAFETERIA - MORNING
          Jim walks past empty tables. Dials up a coffee and a roll.
          Sits sipping coffee and staring at nothing.

                         

          ARCADE ENTRANCE - DAY
          Flashes and blasts of noise. The sounds of Z Factor!

                              Z FACTOR (O.S.)
                    You are victorious!

                                                                     26.

                         

                         

                         

          AT THE Z-FACTOR MACHINE
          Jim sits blank-faced in the cockpit.

                                             Z-FACTOR
                    New high score!
          Bored, Jim punches his name into the High Scores board. JIM.
          All the other high scores say JIM.

                         

          CONCOURSE BAR - MORNING
          Jim walks up to the bar and slides onto a stool.

                                             JIM
                        (in fluent Russian, subtitled)
                    [I'm ready for today's new drink]

                                             ARTHUR
                        (in Russian, subtitled)
                    [I'm afraid I can't help you, my
                    friend.]
          Jim thumps his fist on the bar.

                                             JIM
                        (in Russian, subtitled)
                    [Don't argue with me, robot. Give me
                    a new drink.]

                                             ARTHUR

                                       (RELUCTANTLY)
                    There are no new drinks.

                                             JIM
                    What do you mean?

                                             ARTHUR
                    I can make two thousand, seven
                    hundred and thirty-eight cocktails.
                    You've had them all.
          The news hits Jim like a death in the family.

                                             JIM
                    There are no new drinks.

                         

          NIGHTCLUB - EVENING
          On the holographic stage, a sexy LOUNGE SINGER in a slinky
          dress croons a torch song. Jim stands just inches away.
          He touches her face. The hologram dissolves into static.

                                                                  27.

                         

                         
          Jim drops his hand, restoring the illusion. Closes his eyes
          in an agony of loneliness.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - SHOPPING DISTRICT - NIGHT
          Jim walks past the upscale shops, blind to their displays.
          He comes to a PHOTO BOOTH. The promotional pictures on the
          side catch his attention: people clowning, smiling, kissing.
          He pulls back the curtain, sits in the booth. The curtain
          falls. The strobe flashes.
          A photostrip drops into the tray outside the machine: four
          identical shots of Jim staring into the lens without emotion.

                         

          ELITE DECK - ELITE PROMENADE - DAY
          Jim walks numbly along, ignoring the stellar view. He munches
          potato chips out of a bag.
          A SWEEPER ROBOT follows him like a dog, collecting crumbs.
          Jim feeds it chips. One for Jim, one for the robot.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          Jim enters, still munching chips. The sweeper robot follows.
          Jim stands at the windows. Stares out into the dark. Sighs a
          terrible sigh.
          Suddenly he's wracked by sobs. Tears welling up. He leans his
          forehead against the glass. Moaning.
          After a moment he sits down blindly.
          The whole room begins to slide past him.
          Confused, Jim looks around. He's accidentally sat down on the
          sweeper robot: it carries him across the room.

                         

                         TRAVELING SHOT
          The robot carries Jim up and down the Celestial Promenade.
          Down an elevator.
          Past the Concourse Bar. Jim waves. Arthur waves back,
          speechless.

                         

                         DECK ONE
          The robot heads into a low hatch. Jim ducks to fit through.

                                                                   28.

                         

                         

                         

                         ROBOTICS CENTER
          A mechanical hive. Here the ship's robots are cleaned,
          repaired, recharged. Robots bustle everywhere - never
          colliding, never getting lost. A ballet.
          Jim's sweeper robot vomits its load of collected dirt into a
          waste chute. Heads into a recharging niche.
          Jim jumps off.
          He explores: it's an engineer's fantasia. Jim's eyes show
          signs of life. But it's a hazardous place, with cranes and
          platforms, hoses and blowtorches on the move.
          He exits through another low hatch to find himself in the...

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Thousands of sleepers in their glass tubes. Jim walks among
          them, looking at their faces.
          Suddenly he stops, staring. Inside a pod, a woman stands
          sleeping. This is AURORA DUNN. A breathtaking beauty.

                                             JIM
                    Who are you?
                        (peers at her data screen)
                    Aurora.
          He moves on, browsing people. Stops. Backtracks. He stands in
          front of Aurora, looking in through the glass.
          He glances at her data screen again.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    New York City. Journalist.

                         

          INT. DECK TWO - LIBRARY

          A workstation. Jim types "Aurora Dunn" into a search engine.
          It returns a list of New Yorker articles. Some titles:

                         
          The New Corporate Overlords
          Patient or Patent? Genetic Medicine and You
          Modern Love: Dating the Database
          Jim moves the articles onto a digital slate.

                         

          CONCOURSE BAR - EVENING
          Jim sits reading one of Aurora's articles. Arthur keeps busy.

                                                                  29.

                         

                         

                                              JIM
                     Did you know ninety percent of the
                     businesses in the world are owned by
                     just eight companies?

                                              ARTHUR
                     Is that right?

                                              JIM
                     She's good. She knows her stuff, and
                     she's not afraid of anybody.

                                              ARTHUR
                     Who's that?

                                              JIM
                     Aurora.

                                              ARTHUR
                     Who's Aurora?

                                              JIM
                     A woman. A passenger.

                                                      FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: THREE MONTHS LATER

                         

          INT. BERLIN SUITE - MORNING

          Jim lies asleep, wearing boxer shorts and a full beard. The
          suite's a wreck. Laundry and dishes litter the floor.
          His eyes open. He looks at the stars outside. Gropes under
          the pillow and pulls out a remote control. Punches a button.
          The window shades come down, hiding the view.

                         

                         CORRIDOR
          Jim emerges from his room in boxer shorts and slippers. He's
          dragging a blanket.
          A housekeeping robot, its dustpan quivering in anticipation,
          hovers outside his door.
          Jim taps the "Do Not Disturb" button on his door panel and
          walks away.
          The housekeeping robot squeals in frustration as the door
          closes over the mess inside.

                                                                 30.

                         

                         

                         

                         CAFETERIA
          Jim pours milk over a bowl of cereal.

                         

                         ELEVATOR
          Jim descends, the blanket draped over his shoulders like a
          serape. He holds his bowl of cereal in both hands.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD
          Jim stands eating cereal and staring at Aurora. His eyes
          never stray from her face.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR
          Jim glowers at the bar in his boxers and blanket. The cereal
          bowl on the bar beside him.

                                               JIM
                      I'm not saying the universe is evil.
                      It's just got an ugly sense of humor.
                      It doesn't just crush you. It crushes
                      you ironically.

                                               ARTHUR
                      Things may look dark sometimes...

                                               JIM
                      You get to fly to another planet, but
                      you die on the way. You're completely
                      alone, with the perfect woman right
                      in front of you, just out of reach.

                                               ARTHUR
                      Aurora.

                                               JIM
                      Yes, Aurora! Arthur, I'm falling for
                      her. I've read all her stuff.
                      Sometimes I talk to her and I know
                      exactly what she'd say.

                                               ARTHUR
                      Jim, Aurora's asleep.

                                               JIM
                      I know.
                          (lays his head on the bar)
                      I know.

                                                                  31.

                         

                         

                         

          DECK NINE - OBSERVATORY - DAY
          IN HOLOGRAM: Excelsior's progress diagram.
          The Excelsior hangs between Earth and Homestead II. A legend
          reads: "TIME TRAVELED: 30 YEARS. TIME REMAINING: 90 YEARS."
          Jim stands watching.
          The numbers change with a digital click. TIME TRAVELED: 31

          YEARS. TIME REMAINING: 89 YEARS.

                         

          CONCOURSE BAR - MORNING
          Jim walks up to the bar with the HIBERNATION SYSTEMS MANUAL.
          Drops the book on the bar with a thud and takes a seat.

                                             JIM
                    Arthur. Say you were trapped on a
                    desert island, and you had the power
                    to wish somebody there with you. You
                    wouldn't be alone anymore, but you'd
                    be stranding another person on the
                    island. Would you make the wish?

                                             ARTHUR
                    I don't know. I've never been on an
                    island.

                                             JIM
                    Okay. Say you figured out how to do
                    something that would make your life a
                    hundred times better. But it's wrong,
                    and there's no taking it back. How
                    wrong would it have to be to stop
                    you? I mean, what if it made your
                    life a thousand times better? How do
                    you do the math?

                                             ARTHUR
                    Jim. These are not robot questions.
          Jim stares at Arthur in frustration.

                                             JIM
                        (spelling it out)
                    I know how to wake up Aurora.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Sounds like a fine idea. You could
                    use some company.

                                                                    32.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    I'd be stranding her on this ship for
                    the rest of her life!

                                             ARTHUR
                    Oh. Well, you can't do that.
          Jim buries his face in his hands.

                                             JIM
                    What am I going to do?

                                             ARTHUR
                    Jim. I'm here for you.

                                             JIM

                                       (LOOKING UP)
                    Arthur, you're a machine.
          Jim hauls the manual off the bartop and stalks away.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR

          The ship forges through space, its lit windows shining.
          Jim paces back and forth on a promenade, a tiny figure
          dwarfed by the mighty ship and the tapestry of stars.

                         

          DECK TWO - HALL OF FAITH - DAY
          Jim passes under a sign reading "Hall of Faith," into a
          circular walk.
          There's a small fountain in the middle of the circle. Around
          the edges, doors labeled: BUDDHISM, JUDAISM, HINDUISM,

          CHRISTIANITY, ISLAM, OTHER FAITHS.
          Jim walks the circle, looking through the doorways: a cross,
          a Buddha, an abstract sculpture in the "Other Faiths" chapel.
          He continues around the circle and out into the ship.

                         

          DECK FOUR - STARBOARD E.V.A. ROOM
          Jim opens a door marked "Starboard E.V.A. Room - No
          Passengers Beyond This Point!"
          The E.V.A. Room is dominated by an airlock. Spacesuits in
          racks. Tools, tethers, shuttle docking rings.
          Jim goes to the airlock. Opens the inner door.
          A BUZZER sounds a warning.

                                                                       33.

                         

                         
          He steps into the airlock. The door closes behind him.
          Jim looks at the red lever that opens the outer door. He
          grips the lever. Looks thoughtfully out at the stars.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR - STARBOARD AIRLOCK

          The airlock outer door opens with a blast of air. Jim emerges
          from the airlock - wearing a SPACE SUIT.
          He plants his feet on the hull and walks up the side of the
          ship on magnetic boots.

                         

          ATOP THE SHIP
          Jim walks forward across the giant skylight.

                         

          AT THE BOW
          Jim stands, face uplifted. The cosmos reflected in his visor.
          Raises his arms. Imploring the heavens for an answer.
          But no answer comes. His lifted arms fall.

                         

          INT. HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD

          Jim stands looking at Aurora: a bearded pilgrim in a holy
          place.

                                                           FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          INT. BERLIN SUITE - BATH - DAY

          Jim stands at the sink with a futuristic shaver in his hand.
          He talks to himself as he takes off his castaway's beard.

                                                JIM
                       I'm shaving off my beard.
                           (to his reflection)
                       It's wrong, man.
          The whiskers pile up in the sink, wash down the drain. His
          face emerges from its mask.

                                                JIM (CONT'D)
                       Seriously wrong. You can't do it.
          He's finished. Clean-shaven.

                                                                    34.

                         

                         

                                              JIM (CONT'D)
                     Don't even think about it.
                         (astonished at himself)
                     I'm shaving off my beard.

                         

                         CORRIDOR
          Jim exits his cabin in his coveralls, carrying his toolbox.
          He finds a squadron of housekeeping robots waiting outside.
          He taps the "PLEASE SERVICE" button beside his door.
          The robots zoom inside with squeals of joy.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD
          Jim stands in front of Aurora: toolbox in one hand, the
          technical manual in the other. He's breathing hard.
          He sets the toolbox down. Opens the manual. It's densely
          annotated in Jim's handwriting.
          He opens the pod's cover panel and goes to work, following
          the steps in his manual. His hands shake.
          He starts to close a final contact.
          Stops.
          Gets to his feet. Stands looking at Aurora.
          Quickly he kneels and completes the circuit. Pulls his hands
          away as if the metal had burned him.

                                                JIM
                     Okay.
          Aurora's pod hums. Medical data flows across its screen. Her
          vital signs re-start. Her pale skin flushes with color.
          Jim beats a retreat.

                         

                         AURORA'S POD
          Aurora's perfect lips part. She takes a shallow breath - and
          then a deep one. Her chest rises and falls.
          Her thighs shift as she bends her knees. The sensors on her
          body drop off and withdraw into the pod.
          She opens her eyes. They're beautiful.
          Her pod's backrest flexes, scooping up her knees as it
          becomes a seat. A video screen drops in front of her.

                                                                   35.

                         

                         

                                             VIDEO STEWARDESS
                    Good morning, Aurora!

                         

                         BERLIN SUITE
          The luxury cabin now tidy and immaculate.
          Jim bursts in, wild-eyed. Drops his toolbox. Hides the marked-
          up manual in the closet.
          He splashes water on his face. Stares into the mirror.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD
          Aurora puts on her Homestead Company bathrobe and slippers.
          Places her shipcard around her neck on its lanyard.

                                             VIDEO STEWARDESS
                    You're ready to go to your cabin.
                    Make yourself at home! Enjoy the rest
                    of your flight, Aurora!
          Woozy, Aurora sees the other passengers still asleep.

                                             AURORA
                    Wait! Why are all these people still
                    hibernating?
          The screen pivots to face her. The Video Stewardess points.

                                             VIDEO STEWARDESS
                    Aurora, your cabin is this way!

                         

          DECK SEVEN - CORRIDOR
          Jim sticks his head out of his cabin, looks up and down the
          hall. Steps out warily.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD
          Jim approaches Aurora's pod, electrified. The pod is empty.
          The screen reads PASSENGER DISCHARGED.

                         

          DECK NINE - NUMBER NINE PROMENADE
          Aurora finds her cabin. It's a first-class cabin, its door
          overlooking the Grand Concourse atrium.

                                                                  36.

                         

                         

                         

                         AURORA'S CABIN
          Posher than Jim's original cabin. A king-sized bed, a
          panoramic window.
          A widescreen video screen lights up. The Homestead Company
          theme music plays.

                                             ANNOUNCER
                    Welcome to your cabin, Aurora! Your
                    home until we...
          Aurora slaps the display off. Goes to the phone.
          A touch of her finger brings up the ship's telephone
          directory. Aurora selects "Information."

                                             PHONE
                    No one is available at that number.
          She touches other phone links, faster and faster.

                                             PHONE (CONT'D)
                    No one is available...No one is...No
                    one...No one...No one is available at
                    that number.

                                             AURORA
                    What the hell's going on?

                         

          DECK FOUR - SHOPPING DISTRICT
          Aurora strides down the lane of quiet shops. Actively
          searching for other people.

                         

          ELITE DECK - ELITE PROMENADE
          Jim paces nervously, glancing around. She could be anywhere.

                                 AURORA (O.S.)
                    Hello?
          Jim rushes to the railing. Below on the Grand Concourse,
          Aurora is turning in circles, looking up at the balconies.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)

                                       (SHOUTING)
                    Hello!

                                                JIM
                           (a husky whisper)
                    Hi.
                        (mustering a shout)
                    Hello!

                                                                  37.

                         

                         
          Aurora spins. Spots him.

                                             AURORA

                                       (SHOUTING)
                    Hey! I want to talk to you!

                                             JIM

                                       (SHOUTING)
                    I'll come down.
          Jim runs down six flights of stairs, his heart in his throat.
          He reaches the Grand Concourse out of breath. He stops a few
          paces away, just looking at Aurora, getting his wind back.

                                             AURORA
                    Passenger or crew?

                                             JIM
                    Passenger. Jim Preston.
          He sticks out a hand. She shakes it firmly. Electric for Jim.
          First contact.

                                             AURORA
                    I'm Aurora.
          Jim's lips move as she speaks her name, almost saying it with
          her. Aurora. She doesn't pick up on it.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    Do you know what's happening? Nobody
                    else in my row woke up.

                                             JIM
                    Yeah, I...same for me.

                                             AURORA
                    The crew's supposed to wake up a
                    month before we do. But I haven't
                    seen anybody.
          Jim swallows hard.

                                             JIM
                    The crew's still sleeping. They've
                    got a special facility. I can see
                    them in there but I can't get in.
          Aurora stares at him.

                                             AURORA
                    You're saying nobody's awake?

                                              JIM
                    Just me.

                                                                 38.

                         

                         

                                                  AURORA
                       Just you?

                                                  JIM
                       Just us.

                                                AURORA
                       But somebody's got to land the ship
                       in a few weeks.
          Jim's finding it unexpectedly hard to deliver the bad news.

                                                JIM
                       I have to show you something.

                         

                         ELEVATOR A
          Jim and Aurora ride upward. She looks out into the atrium,
          watching the floors go by.

                                                AURORA
                       Typical. There's so much incompetence
                       in these big companies. No
                       accountability! They lost my luggage
                       on the flight to the spaceport. I'm
                       leaving the planet and my bags almost
                       didn't make it! And nobody
                       apologizes. Nobody even feels bad.
          Jim is only half listening - his eyes drawn to the spill of
          her hair over her neck, the line of her jaw.

                                                AURORA (CONT'D)
                       It's the corporate mentality.
                           (looking at Jim)
                       Where are we going?
          Jim yanks his eyes away from her neck.

                                                JIM
                       The Observatory.

                         

                         OBSERVATORY
          Aurora's eyes, wide and staring. Her face a mask of horror.
          In front of them hangs the starship's progress indicator -
          the Excelsior hanging between Earth and Homestead II. Thirty-
          one years elapsed; Eighty-nine years to go.

                                                AURORA
                           (a shocked whisper)
                       Eighty-nine years to go.

                                                                  39.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    The other passengers aren't late
                    waking up. We're early.
          Aurora stares at Jim.

                                             AURORA
                    We've got to get back to sleep.

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Jim and Aurora walk down a row of hibernation pods.

                                             AURORA
                    Nobody strands me on a spaceship for
                    a hundred years. I work for the New
                    Yorker. I'll write an expose so hot
                    you'll need oven mitts to read it.
                    Trust me.

                                             JIM
                    It's not that simple. Putting
                    somebody into hibernation takes
                    special equipment. Remember the
                    facility where they put us to sleep?
          Jim points at a pod beside them. A middle-aged woman inside.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    This pod will keep her in hibernation
                    as long as you want. And it can wake
                    her up. But it can't put her back to
                    sleep.

                                             AURORA

                                       (GETTING IT)
                    You don't think there's a way back
                    into hibernation.

                                             JIM
                    Not that I can see.

                                             AURORA
                    There has to be. There's always a
                    way. Where's the crew?

                         

          CREW HIBERNATION FACILITY DOOR
          Jim and Aurora stand staring at the door: scarred by Jim's
          many assaults.
          Aurora looks through the porthole at the crew inside. She
          runs her hands thoughtfully over the door's dents and gouges.

                                                                    40.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                        (dreading the answer)
                    How long have you been awake, Jim?

                                             JIM
                    A year and three months.
          Aurora covers her mouth. Her eyes full of horror.

                                             AURORA
                    Oh, my God. No.
          She turns her back. Suddenly she walks briskly away. And
          breaks into a run. Jim watches her go, astonished.
          After a moment he runs after her.

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Aurora runs down a row of hibernation pods, her eyes
          searching wildly among the glass tubes. She turns a corner.
          Hesitates. Runs down another row. She's fighting tears.
          She puts on speed. Her sash unknots itself and her robe
          billows behind her.

                         

          IN ANOTHER ROW
          Jim jogs along, worried. He's lost her. He pauses, listening.
          In the distance, slippered feet. He runs that way.
          He stops: the sash of Aurora's robe lies on the deck. He
          picks it up. Runs on.

                                             JIM
                    Aurora!
          He turns another corner and sees her. She's sitting down, her
          back against a hibernation pod. Laughing at her own tears.

                                             AURORA
                    I can't even find the one I'm
                    supposed to be in.
          Jim extends a hand. She lets him pull her to her feet. He
          gives her the sash, and she ties her robe around her.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    Thanks.
          Jim looks back at her, miserable with guilt.

                                             JIM
                    I shouldn't have told you like that.

                                                                    41.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    No, I'm sorry. It just hit me how
                    serious this is. How did you wake up?

                                             JIM
                    I just did. I woke up, my pod dumped
                    me out, and there I was.

                                             AURORA
                    Me too. We have to get help.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - COMMUNICATIONS CENTER
          Jim and Aurora stand in at a Passenger Communication Station.
          Jim swipes his card through the Comm Station's slot. It
          brings up his account information.

                                             JIM
                    I've sent...sixteen messages to
                    Earth. A bunch to the Homestead
                    company, one to the Space
                    Administration, one to the United
                    Nations. A couple to Homestead II,
                    just for the hell of it. My phone
                    bill's about eighty grand.

                                             AURORA
                    How soon could we hear something?

                                             JIM
                    With speed-of-light lag, fifty-six
                    years. That'll be from Earth. Nothing
                    from Homestead II until we're almost
                    there anyway. Eighty years or so.
          Aurora's mouth goes dry. She swallows hard.

                                             AURORA
                    What about the other planets?

                                             JIM
                    The other occupied worlds are even
                    farther away. We'd die of old age
                    before they could answer.

                                              AURORA
                    What about other ships?
                         (off Jim's stare)
                    Jim?

                                             JIM
                        (feeling very stupid)
                    I never thought of other ships.

                                                                 42.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    Jim, you've had more than a year!
                    There has to be a flight plan or
                    something...
          They search the Comm Center and find a map table showing the
          Excelsior's position relative to the Occupied Worlds.
          Aurora fiddles with the controls. Interstellar flight plans
          appear: a spiderweb of starship tracks between the worlds.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    There!
          They inspect the threads of light - an icon on each thread
          representing a starship. Even Jim is excited now.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    How do we tell how far away they are?

                                             JIM
                    The computer knows. Give me a ship.

                                             AURORA
                        (peering at the star map)
                    The starship Zephyr.

                                             JIM
                    Round-trip message lag...ninety-nine
                    years.

                                             AURORA
                    The starship Andromeda.

                                             JIM
                    One hundred thirty-two years.

                                             AURORA
                    The Maximilian.

                                             JIM
                    Eighty-one years.
          Jim and Aurora deflate visibly.

                                             AURORA
                    That's the closest one.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - EVENING
          The ship's lights turn the cool blue of evening. Jim and
          Aurora walk across the plaza.

                                                            43.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    I know I should be working the
                    problem right now, but I can barely
                    keep my eyes open.

                                             JIM
                    You just came out of hibernation.
                    It'll be a couple days before you're
                    a hundred percent. You should rest.

                                             AURORA

                                       (YAWNING)
                    I think I have to.

                                             JIM
                    I'll walk you to your cabin.

                                             AURORA
                    No, I'm all right.

                                             JIM
                    Okay.

                                             AURORA
                    Jim. Don't look so down. It's going
                    to be okay. You've got me on the team
                    now. Chin up, all right?
          Jim nods, speechless.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    I'm in cabin ninety forty-eight, if
                    you need me.
          Jim watches her walk away.

                                             JIM
                    I'm in the Berlin Suite if you need
                    me.
          She stops. Turns to look back at him.

                                             AURORA
                    A year and a half? Must have been
                    hard.

                                             JIM
                    It was.

                                             AURORA
                    Good night, Jim.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR
          Jim sits down at the bar.

                                                                  44.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    Whiskey. Rocks.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Sure thing. How's your day been?
          Jim takes a stiff drink.

                                             JIM
                    Aurora's awake.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Congratulations.
                        (off Jim's face)
                    You don't look happy.

                                             JIM
                    Arthur. Can you keep a secret?

                                             ARTHUR
                    I'm a bartender.

                                             JIM
                    Don't tell Aurora I woke her up. She
                    thinks it was an accident. Let me
                    tell her. Okay?

                         

          AURORA'S CABIN - NIGHT
          Aurora sleeps, her hair a fan of gold on the pillow.

                         

          BERLIN SUITE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
          Jim lies awake, fidgeting and staring at the ceiling.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - INFOMAT - MORNING
          Aurora talks with a relentlessly cheerful Infomat.
          She's wearing her own clothes, and it's a transformation: she
          looks hip and urban, beautiful.

                                             AURORA
                    How can there be no way to put
                    someone into hibernation aboard ship?
                    What if a pod breaks down?

                                             INFOMAT
                    No pod has malfunctioned in thousands
                    of interstellar flights.

                                             AURORA
                    Well, I'm awake.

                                                                 45.

                         

                         

                                               INFOMAT
                      Hibernation pods are fail-safe.
          Jim appears behind Aurora.

                                               JIM
                      Good morning. Have you eaten?

                                               AURORA
                      I'm starving. This is the dumbest
                      machine.

                         

                         CAFETERIA
          Jim watches in astonishment as Aurora blithely orders the
          snacks that the machines deny him. The Mocha Cappuccino
          Extreme. The French Breakfast Puff. The Gourmet Fruit Salad.
          They sit. Aurora eyes Jim's tray.

                                               AURORA
                      You're a man of simple tastes.

                                               JIM
                      I'm a silver class passenger. The
                      French Breakfast Puff is above my pay
                      grade.

                                               AURORA
                      Oh, no! All this time? What can I get
                      you?

                                               JIM
                      No, I'm fine, really...

                                               AURORA
                      Shut up. I'll be right back.
          She gets up. In a minute she's back, setting a tray down in
          front of Jim: A western omelette with a side of bacon...a
          cafe latte...half a honeydew melon.
          Jim shoves his old breakfast aside.

                                                  JIM
                      Thank you.
          They dig in.

                                               AURORA
                      You think the crew members would know
                      what to do?

                                               JIM
                      I was hoping so.

                                                  46.

                         

                         

                                   AURORA
          Could we wake them up if we got in
          there?

                                   JIM

                             (AWKWARDLY)
          I'm no expert. But I think so.

                                    AURORA
          Maybe there's another way to go to
          sleep. Did you check out the
          infirmary?

                                   JIM
          I looked around. It's the usual
          hospital stuff. Scanners, autodocs.

                                   AURORA
          Did you look for ways of going to
          sleep?

                                   JIM
          Not really.

                                      AURORA
          Well, Jim!

                                   JIM
          You think they've got suspended
          animation pills sitting around?

                                   AURORA
          You don't know until you look. What
          about cargo? Maybe there's a
          hibernation machine in the hold.

                                   JIM
          I looked at the manifests. It's
          mostly farming stuff, industrial
          machines. We're not going to find a
          hibernation facility in a box.

                                   AURORA
          You don't know that! We have to think
          big here. Maybe we can build our own
          hibernation machine.

                                   JIM
          No, we can't.

                                   AURORA
          You're not even trying!

                                   JIM
          I've been awake a year and a half.
          I've tried everything I can think of.

                                                                 47.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                        (she gets up angrily)
                    Well, it looks to me like you missed
                    some possibilities. And I'm not ready
                    to give up.
          She strides out. Jim watches her go. Reaches over and takes
          the Gourmet Fruit Salad off her tray.

                         

          DECK TWO - LIBRARY - DAY
          Aurora sits at a library workstation.

                                             WORKSTATION
                    No plans are available.

                                             AURORA
                    What about research articles, any
                    kind of technical documents?

                                             WORKSTATION
                    Hibernation technology is
                    proprietary. The following articles
                    deal with the subject on a
                    theoretical level.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - DAY
          Aurora sits at the Passenger Communications Booth.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Planet and connection, please.

                                             AURORA
                    Earth. The New Yorker magazine,
                    office of the Editor in Chief.

                                             COMMUNICATIONS BOOTH
                    Begin message.

                                             AURORA

                                       (INTO CAMERA)
                    My name is Aurora Dunn. I'm doing a
                    long-term piece on the colony worlds.
                    I know you won't get this message for
                    a long time...but you should know I'm
                    in trouble.

                         

          SERVICE DECK - INFIRMARY - DAY
          Aurora inspects the gleaming medical equipment. Rummages
          through cabinets full of medicines and instruments.

                                                                    48.

                         

                         
          She opens a steel vault. A deep freeze: icy vapor rolls out.
          Inside: racks of steel capsules at subzero temperatures.
          She leans close: each frosted capsule is labeled with a
          passenger's name and the word SPERM or OVA.

                         

          CREW HIBERNATION FACILITY DOOR - EVENING
          Aurora frowns through the window at the sleeping crew.
          A litter of tools still surrounds the battered door. Aurora
          snatches up a crowbar and bashes the porthole. The bar spins
          from her stinging hands, but the window's not even marked.

                         

          ELITE DECK - ELITE PROMENADE - EVENING
          Jim sits at a table with his tools, struggling with a high-
          tech mechanism.
          Aurora drops into a chair across from him. He looks up. Takes
          in her condition: weary and frustrated.

                                             AURORA
                    There's no way we're going to build a
                    hibernation machine.

                                             JIM
                    No.

                                             AURORA
                    And there's no magic sleeping drugs
                    in the infirmary.

                                             JIM
                    No.

                                             AURORA
                    I did find the gene bank. Five
                    thousand sperm and egg samples on
                    ice. I should be glad they do that.
                    By the time we get to Homestead II,
                    that little capsule in the freezer is
                    going to be all that's left of me. We
                    really are screwed, aren't we?

                                             JIM
                    Pretty much.

                         

          BELLA CANTINA - EVENING
          Jim and Aurora sit across a Mexican dinner they've already
          put a dent in. An electric candle burns between them.

                                                                 49.

                         

                         
          A robot in a sombrero drops off two mojitos and scoots away.

                                             AURORA
                    So who are you, Jim? I'm going to be
                    seeing you around. I should know who
                    I'm talking to.

                                             JIM
                    I'm from Denver. Lived there all my
                    life.

                                             AURORA
                    What kind of work do you do?

                                             JIM
                    A little of everything. Transport,
                    robotics, industrial systems. I fix
                    what's broken. On the emigration
                    forms I'm a "rate two" mechanical
                    engineer. Means I don't have a Ph.D.

                                             AURORA
                    Neither do I. But a journalist
                    doesn't need one; she just needs a
                    way with words and an attitude. I'm
                    from Manhattan, so I had the
                    attitude.

                                                JIM
                    I noticed.

                                             AURORA
                    And the words have always been there
                    when I needed them.

                                       (SHE LAUGHS)
                    I would never have lasted a year with
                    no one but robots to talk to. They're
                    all such idiots!

                                             JIM
                    Not all of them.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR - NIGHT
          Jim leads Aurora up to the Concourse Bar. It appears
          deserted. Aurora is all curiosity.
          Suddenly Arthur appears, doing his swinging-up-on-hinges
          trick. Aurora gives a squeal of surprise.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Evening, Jim. Who's the lovely lady?

                                                                   50.

                         

                         

                                                JIM
                       Arthur, this is Aurora. Aurora,
                       Arthur.

                                                ARTHUR
                       Aurora. A pleasure.
          He takes her hand formally.

                                                AURORA
                       Arthur! Lovely to meet you.
          She peeks over the bar at Arthur's mechanical mounting, the
          rails he rolls on.

                                                ARTHUR
                       What'll it be?

                                                AURORA
                       Dirty martini!

                                          (TO JIM)
                       Now this is a robot I can talk to.

                                                JIM
                       Android, technically.

                                          (TO ARTHUR)
                       Whiskey and soda.

                         

                         LATER
          Empty glasses show that Jim and Aurora have been doing
          yeoman's work at the bar. Both are tipsy and laughing.

                                                AURORA

                                          (COLLECTING HERSELF)
                       My God, I almost forgot my life is in
                       ruins.
          That wipes the smile off Jim's face.

                                                   JIM
                       Sorry.

                                                 AURORA
                       What for? It's time to sleep. In the
                       morning we'll think of something
                       brilliant.

                                                   JIM
                       All right.

                                                AURORA
                       Good night, Jim. Good night, Arthur.
          She exits.

                                                                 51.

                         

                         

                                              ARTHUR
                     Good night.
                         (to Jim, sotto voce)
                     She's wonderful. Excellent choice.
          Jim drops his head into his hands.

                         

          AURORA'S CABIN - NIGHT
          Aurora stows clothing in drawers and closets.
          She hangs snapshots on the wall: family and friends. Most of
          the pictures were apparently taken at the same grand party.
          She looks at them wistfully - and a look of astonishment
          crosses her face.

                                                 AURORA
                     Of course!

                         

          ELITE DECK - BERLIN SUITE DOOR
          Aurora pounds on the door.

                                              AURORA
                     Jim! Wake up!
          The door opens. Jim stands blinking in his bathrobe.

                                              AURORA (CONT'D)
                     We'll go home!

                                                 JIM
                     What?
          She pulls him down the hall, chattering.

                                              AURORA
                     It takes too long to get to Homestead
                     II. But we're still closer to Earth.
                     We'll turn the ship around.

                         

                         ELEVATOR
          Aurora drags Jim in and punches the button.

                                              AURORA
                     We'll go home.

                                              JIM
                     It would take decades.

                                                                  52.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    It's our only chance of getting off
                    this ship in our lifetimes.

                         

                         COMMAND DECK
          Aurora drags Jim out of the elevator. Looks around.

                                             AURORA
                    Where's the...navigating place?

                                             JIM
                    That way. But...
          She drags him toward the Bridge.

                                             AURORA
                    We can learn how to pilot the ship.
                    We have all the time in the world.

                                             JIM
                    There's just one problem.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - BRIDGE DOOR
          Aurora opens the Bridge door - revealing the armored firewall
          hatch just beyond it.

                                             JIM
                    Everything important - the reactor,
                    the gravity drive - it's all behind
                    firewalls. There's no way through.

                                             AURORA
                    Oh.

                                             JIM
                    Sorry.

                                             AURORA

                                       (CRUSHED)
                    That was my last good idea.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK - DAY
          Aurora sits curled up in an armchair. Around her, a dizzying
          view of the cosmos.
          There's a cup of coffee on a table beside her. In her lap, an
          electronic slate with an attached microphone.

                                             AURORA
                    New file. My Voyage.

                                                                  53.

                         

                         
          A clean page opens on the slate. The title in the corner: "My
          Voyage." As Aurora speaks, the page fills with words.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    I boarded the Excelsior on
                    assignment. Maybe the most ambitious
                    writing assignment ever given. But
                    things have taken an unexpected turn.
                    I'm not writing for The New Yorker
                    anymore. I'm writing for me.

                         

          ELITE DECK - CORRIDOR - DAY
          Aurora jogs in sneakers and sweats. Cabin doors flash past.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    I've been awake on this ship for
                    seven days, awake far too soon...
          Dead end. She's reached the aft end of the ship. She crosses
          a lobby and runs back the other way.

                              AURORA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                    ...and I might spend the rest of my
                    life here...
          Running along a promenade, Aurora reaches the forward end of
          the ship. Dead end again.

                              AURORA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                    ...in a little steel world five
                    hundred meters long.

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Jim sits at a table, a technical manual open in front of him.
          He looks up. Watches Aurora jog around the atrium and vanish.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    I'm not alone. Another passenger
                    shares my fate. A mechanic named Jim
                    Preston.

                         

          SWIMMING POOL - DAY
          The swimming pool is a marvel: one entire wall is a window
          extending from the ceiling to the bottom of the pool.
          Aurora enters in her HomeStead Company bathrobe. Drops the
          robe to reveal a bathing suit.

                                                                    54.

                         

                         

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    The other passengers will sleep for
                    another ninety years.
          She dives into the pool.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR - SWIMMING POOL WINDOW

          Aurora swims, a slender shape moving on the water's surface.
          We pull out, the ship dwindling, the blue window receding.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    By the time they wake, Jim and I will
                    have lived, grown old and died.

                         

          INT. FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK

          Back on Aurora in her armchair, writing.

                                              AURORA
                    Vanished, like a dream, in the blink
                    of an eye.
          She falters, frightened by her own words.

                         

          CAFETERIA - DAY
          Jim sits eating and tinkering with a small robot. The table
          is strewn with dishes and tools.
          Aurora sits down across from him.

                                             AURORA
                    Why did you do it?
          Jim is thunderstruck. The game is up. He swallows hard.

                                              JIM
                    Do what?

                                             AURORA
                    Emigrate. Leave Earth. I'm
                    interviewing you.

                                             JIM
                    You're what?

                                             AURORA
                    Interviewing you. You're the first
                    victim of hibernation failure in the
                    history of space travel. That makes
                    you news.

                                                                  55.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    Who are you going to tell?

                                             AURORA
                    Posterity. So why'd you give up your
                    life on Earth?
          Jim seems stunned by the question. He hadn't thought about it
          in quite those words.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    A hundred and twenty years'
                    hibernation means you never see your
                    family and friends again. You sleep
                    your way to another planet and
                    another century. The ultimate
                    geographical suicide.

                                             JIM
                    I, uh...I never really...

                                             AURORA
                    Were you running away from something?

                                             JIM
                    No. Things were okay.

                                              AURORA
                    So?

                                              JIM
                    I just wanted more, I guess. You
                    know. More room. A fresh start. Back
                    to basics.

                                             AURORA

                                       (CHIDING)
                    That's HomeStead Company propaganda.

                                              JIM
                    I guess.

                                              AURORA
                    Jim!

                                             JIM
                    I'm a mechanic. A rate-two mechanic.
                    We're a dying breed on Earth. But in
                    the colonies, they still have
                    problems to solve. My kind of
                    problems. In the colonies, a handyman
                    is somebody.
          Nothing there for Aurora to scoff at. She looks impressed.

                                                                   56.

                         

                         

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    And there's room! Open country. Woods
                    and fields. I like the outdoors. You
                    know, room to grow.

                                             AURORA
                    Now you're back to advertising.

                                             JIM
                    Can't it still be true?

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Jim and Aurora walk down an aisle of hibernation pods.

                                             AURORA
                    You know how much the Homestead
                    Company's made off its first planet,
                    Homestead I? Over eight quadrillion
                    dollars. That's eight million
                    billions. Colony planets are the
                    biggest business there is. Did you
                    pay full price for your ticket?

                                             JIM
                    No, I'm in a desirable trade.

                                             AURORA

                                       (TRIUMPHANTLY)
                    So they fill your head with dreams,
                    discount your ticket, and you fly off
                    to populate their planet and pay
                    HomeStead ten percent of everything
                    you do for the rest of your life. You
                    think you're free? You're just part
                    of the business plan.
          Jim waves at the rows of sleepers.

                                             JIM
                    All you see here is five thousand
                    suckers?

                                             AURORA
                    I see zeroes on the HomeStead
                    Company's bottom line.

                                             JIM
                    I see five thousand men and women
                    changing their lives. For five
                    thousand different reasons. You don't
                    know these people.
          Jim walks up to a hibernation pod. Glances at the data
          screen. He covers the screen with his hand.

                                                                     57.

                         

                         

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    This guy. Banker, teacher, or
                    gardener?
          Aurora studies the sleeper: a barrel-chested man of 50 with
          gray temples and a jutting jaw.

                                                AURORA
                    Banker.

                                                JIM
                    Gardener.
          Jim moves down the row, peeks at another screen, covers it.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    Is this Madison, Donna, or Lola?
          Aurora peers: a birdlike young woman with long red hair.

                                             AURORA
                    She's too silly to be a Donna. I
                    think she's a Lola.

                                             JIM
                    Madison. Chef, accountant, or
                    midwife?

                                             AURORA
                    She has to be a midwife. There's no
                    way you made that one up.

                                             JIM
                        (chuckling, caught)
                    She's a midwife. I didn't know they
                    still had midwives.
          They move among the sleepers, quizzing each other.

                                             AURORA
                        (pointing at a man and
                         woman side by side)
                    Married, or strangers?

                                                JIM
                    Married.

                                                AURORA

                                          (IMPRESSED)
                    Yes.

                                             JIM
                        (indicating a young woman)
                    Sixteen, twenty-six, or thirty-six?

                                                                 58.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    I'd almost say sixteen...twenty-six.

                                                JIM
                    Right.

                                             AURORA
                        (about an older woman)
                    Politician, historian, or artist?

                                             JIM
                    I don't know. Artist?

                                             AURORA
                    It doesn't say. But I'll tell you
                    this: I like her. We'd be friends.
          Jim looks at Aurora seriously.

                                             JIM
                    You think you can see that?

                                                AURORA
                    Don't you?
          Jim looks at the woman in the pod. Smiles.

                                                JIM
                    Yeah.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK - DAY
          Jim and Aurora sit at opposite ends of a sofa - their feet
          almost but not quite touching. They sip cocktails.

                                             AURORA
                    That was my plan. Travel to Homestead
                    II. Live there for a year and see
                    what emigrating's really like. Then
                    back to Earth. I'm the only passenger
                    on board with a round-trip ticket.

                                             JIM

                                       (PERPLEXED)
                    I left Earth for a new life. But you
                    end up back where you started.

                                             AURORA
                    No! I end up in the future. Two
                    hundred and fifty years in the
                    future. On Earth, which is still the
                    center of civilization, overcrowded
                    or not. And I arrive in the future
                    with an amazing story.

                                             (MORE)

                                                                  59.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    A perspective no other writer has.
                    Literary immortality.

                                             JIM
                    And what's this amazing story?

                                             AURORA
                    The selling of the colonial dream.

                                                JIM
                    Big plans.

                                             AURORA
                    My friends threw me this huge
                    farewell party. Everyone came. It was
                    the happiest, saddest night. And look
                    what it's all come to.

                                       (SHE SIGHS)
                    Jim, I can't think of anything else
                    to try. To save us, I mean. I don't
                    even want to think about it anymore.
                    So. What is there to do around here?

                         

          MOVIE THEATER - DAY
          Jim leads Aurora into the movie theater. The lights come up.
          The curtain opens. Aurora looks around in wonder.
          A bundle of cables snakes down the aisle.

                                             JIM
                    Watch your step. I've made a few
                    changes.
          Next to Jim's favorite seat there's a cluster of machines
          with power cables and hoses running to them.
          Jim and Aurora sit. A screen beside Jim lists movies.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    I got tired of running up to the
                    projector room, so I moved the
                    controls down here. Thirty thousand
                    movies to choose from. I've only
                    watched about five hundred of them.
          He taps a button on another machine, which produces a bucket
          of hot popcorn. He offers Aurora some.

                                                JIM (CONT'D)
                    Popcorn?
          Aurora grins and takes some.

                                                                 60.

                         

                         

                         

          GYMNASIUM - BASKETBALL COURT - DAY
          Jim and Aurora play one-on-one. She's not especially good,
          but fiercely competitive. They jostle and scramble, laughing.
          Aurora snags the ball. For a minute she just stands there,
          beaming.

                                             JIM
                    What are you so happy about?

                                             AURORA
                    I'm up two points!
          She cuts around him toward the basket.

                         

          DECK TWO - VIRTUAL MUSEUM - EVENING
          Jim and Aurora walk through the museum's white rooms. The
          walls display a Jackson Pollock collection.
          Aurora goes to the control podium. Scrolls through the menu,
          covers her eyes and chooses blind.
          The wall panels fill with Heironymous Bosch paintings -
          medieval visions of Hell. She winces and chooses again. A
          somber collection of portraits by Dutch masters. She frowns.
          Jim steps to her side and makes a selection.
          The walls fill with abstract landscapes - stark plains and
          oceans, with lonely figures isolated in the vastness.
          The images pull Jim and Aurora in: they stand before a dark
          seascape.
          Without thinking she reaches out and tucks her hand in the
          crook of his elbow.

                                                     FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: ONE MONTH LATER

                         

          SWIMMING POOL - MORNING
          Aurora swims laps, cutting through the water.
          In the balcony above the pool, Jim stands watching her.
          Aurora, making a turn at the end of a lap, catches a glimpse
          of him but doesn't let on.
          Underwater she smiles.

                                                                  61.

                         

                         

                         

          DECK THREE - SHOPPING DISTRICT - MORNING
          A cleaning robot scurries along the shopping street, looking
          for spots to polish.
          Jim's hands reach into frame, pluck the robot off its wheels.

                         

          DECK NINE - NUMBER NINE PROMENADE
          Aurora stands at the railing, watching curiously as Jim
          crosses the Concourse below with the robot under his arm.

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP - DAY
          Jim stands at a workbench, the robot in front of him. He
          tinkers with its complex works.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - DAY
          Jim sits in an armchair with his industrial laptop. He types
          a string of commands, hits EXECUTE.
          Beside him on the floor, his kidnapped cleaning robot does a
          figure-eight. Jim smiles in satisfaction.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK - DAY
          Aurora sits in her habitual writing position: cross-legged on
          her favorite sofa, her writing slate in her lap.

                                             AURORA
                    The starship's designers gave the
                    ship a daily rhythm. The light is
                    warm in the morning, bright during
                    the day, cool at night. We need those
                    changes. But I miss other rhythms.
                    There are no holidays here. Every day
                    is a day of leisure. There are no
                    seasons. The sky never changes.
          A mechanical whir distracts her. She looks down.
          Jim's pet robot looks up at her with binocular eyes. It
          carries a note in a clip on its back. Aurora pulls it free.
          A handwritten invitation from Jim. It reads:

                         
                   Come to dinner with me tonight?

                         

                                                              - JIM
          Aurora reads the note with a grin.

                                                                  62.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                        (to the robot)
                    Is he asking me on a date?

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP
          Jim sits at his laptop, watching the screen: a robot's-eye-
          view of Aurora.
          He wiggles a joystick on his laptop, and...

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          ...the robot nods its goggle head.
          Aurora laughs.
          Beside the note-clip, the robot carries a pen in a makeshift
          holder. Aurora takes the pen, scribbles on the paper. Tucks
          it back into the robot's note clip.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR
          Arthur polishes glasses behind the bar.
          The robot crosses the Concourse, note clipped to its back.
          Arthur watches it pass.

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP
          Jim plucks the note from the robot's back. Aurora's reply is
          written in bold letters:
                   Love to.

                                             -A

                         

          AURORA'S CABIN - EVENING
          Aurora gets ready for dinner. A slim gown, a few pieces of
          jewelry, her hair up. She looks like a goddess.
          The doorbell rings. She answers it.
          Jim stands on her doorstep in a black jacket, looking dapper.
          His eyes widen as he takes Aurora in.

                                             JIM
                    Wow.

                                                                   63.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    You clean up all right yourself. You
                    went shopping.

                                             JIM
                    I went shoplifting.
          In the corridor stands a cargo robot to which Jim has
          attached an upholstered loveseat. He helps Aurora aboard and
          takes a seat beside her. She's charmed.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    Rutherford! To the bar!

                                             CARGO ROBOT
                    Yes, Passenger Jim!
          The robot zooms off to the sound of Aurora's laughter.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR
          Jim and Aurora take seats. Arthur puts on his best manners.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Evening. What can I get for you?

                                             AURORA
                    A manhattan, please.

                                             JIM
                    Single malt, rocks.
          Arthur pours.

                                             ARTHUR
                    You two look fine this evening.

                                             AURORA

                                       (CONFIDENTIALLY)
                    We're on a date!

                                                ARTHUR
                    Very nice.

                                             AURORA
                        (to Jim, teasing)
                    Took you long enough to ask.

                                             JIM
                    I was giving you space!

                                             AURORA
                    Space is one thing I don't need more
                    of. I've been doing research.

                                             (MORE)

                                                                  64.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    I found a drug that would put us in a
                    coma indefinitely, and machines that
                    would keep us alive.

                                              JIM
                    Really?!

                                             AURORA
                    But it's not suspended animation.
                    We'd still be aging.

                                              JIM
                    Oh.

                                             AURORA
                    Yeah. If I have to grow old on this
                    ship, I'd at least like to be awake
                    for it. So that was a failure.

                                             JIM
                    A highly ambitious failure.

                                             AURORA
                    There's the title of my memoir. "A
                    Highly Ambitious Failure," by Aurora
                    Dunn.
          Jim laughs. He thinks for a minute.

                                             JIM
                    "Voyage to Nowhere," by Jim Preston.

                                             AURORA

                                       (LAUGHING)
                    "My Life in a Tin Can."

                                             JIM
                    "A Spaceship Built For Two."

                         

          THE STARDOME - XANADU
          A great glass dome, the highest point on the ship. Outside
          the dome, a riot of stars. Inside, a luxury restaurant.
          Jim and Aurora emerge into the dome.
          She turns, looking at the glittering river of the Milky Way,
          the blue stars ahead of the ship, the pink stars behind them.

                                             AURORA
                    Incredible.
          They sit at the best table. Robots attend to their every
          need. The blue stars frame Jim's head; the pink, Aurora's.
          Beautiful dishes arrive: new wines with every course.

                                                                     65.

                         

                         

                         

          NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
          A holographic 12-piece band plays on stage: a jazz standard.
          Jim walks onto the dance floor. Holds out his hand to Aurora.
          She comes to him, and they dance. They're pretty good. Smiles
          grow on their faces.
          Jim spins her out, spins her back - close enough to kiss.
          They almost do - but they don't.

                         

          DECK THREE - SHOPPING DISTRICT - NIGHT
          Jim and Aurora ride along on the cargo robot. Her head rests
          on his shoulder. Suddenly she sits up.

                                             AURORA
                    Rutherford, stop!
          The robot stops. She pulls Jim off.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    Come on, we have to do this!
          She pulls him to the photo booth. They tumble inside. As the
          strobe flashes, she kisses him hard.
          Outside, the photo strip drops into the tray: four color
          pictures. In the first they laugh; in the second they clown;
          in the third, they kiss. In the last image, Aurora smiles at
          the camera; Jim looks at Aurora.
          Aurora taps the pictures: they start to move: each is a one-
          second movie clip. The pictures laugh, and clown, and kiss.

                         

          DECK NINE - CORRIDOR - OUTSIDE AURORA'S CABIN
          The robot pulls up to Aurora's door. Jim helps her down.
          Aurora opens the door. Turns back to him.

                                             AURORA
                    Thank you. I had an amazing time. A
                    great night.

                                             JIM
                    Yeah, me too. Well, good night.
          He turns to go.

                                             AURORA
                    Jim.
          He turns back. Aurora grabs him and drags him into her cabin.

                                                                   66.

                         

                         

                         

                         AURORA'S CABIN
          They stagger across the room together. He backs her up
          against a wall, kisses his way down her throat.
          She drags his jacket off his shoulders. Pulls at his shirt.
          He slips the straps from her shoulders. Her dress slides to
          the floor. They roll onto the bed.

                         

          CAFETERIA - MORNING
          Breakfast. Jim watches Aurora eat.

                                             AURORA
                    This is so good. I'm starving.
                        (she smiles at him)
                    Last night was just what I needed.

                                             JIM
                    You are the most beautiful woman I've
                    ever seen. You're so beautiful it
                    hurts me.
          She stares, shocked. Leans across the table and kisses him.
          Soon they're making out right on top of breakfast.
          A passing robot pauses to observe the scene - then moves on.

                         

          SERIES OF SHOTS
          1. Jim and Aurora make out fiercely in the movie theater
          while a movie plays onscreen.
          2. Aurora straddles Jim in a jacuzzi in the ship's Spa. She
          moves against him: she's close. She climaxes gorgeously.
          3. Jim stands on a promenade. Aurora passes, jogging. He
          gives her a smile as she goes by. A moment later she runs
          back into frame and tackles him. They tumble to the deck.

                         

                         BERLIN SUITE
          Jim and Aurora lie in Jim's imperial bed, glistening with
          sweat and breathing hard. She lays her head on his shoulder,
          her eyes far away and wistful.

                                               JIM
                    You okay?

                                             AURORA
                    Yes, I'm fine. It's just...

                                                                     67.

                         

                         
          She waves her hand in the air as if to signify, all of this.

                                             JIM
                    I know.
          She snuggles in tighter, and he holds her close.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR - BERLIN SUITE WINDOW

          Through the window, Jim and Aurora lie together in the
          luxurious bed.
          We pull out, the window dwindling, as the Excelsior soars
          away from us into the stars.

                                                     FADE TO BLACK.

          SUPER: THREE MONTHS LATER

                         

          ELITE DECK - CORRIDOR - MORNING
          A luxury cabin door: the doorplate reads "Vienna Suite."

                         

          VIENNA SUITE - BEDROOM
          The best suite on the ship. One one side of the bedroom,
          Aurora's mementos and possessions. On the other side, Jim's.
          They wake together. She kisses him on the cheek with the ease
          of long habit and heads for the shower. He watches her go.

                         

          SWIMMING POOL - MORNING
          Swimming, Aurora reaches the end of a lap. A hand reaches
          down and catches her before she can turn.
          Jim kneels at the edge of the pool, in coveralls and work
          boots, a tool belt slung over his shoulder.
          Aurora pulls herself up and kisses him.

                                             JIM
                    I'm going to finish my survey of the
                    cargo hold. See what there is to play
                    with.

                                             AURORA
                    Be careful.

                                             JIM
                    Back by happy hour.

                                                                    68.

                         

                         

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK - DAY
          Aurora writes on her sofa, surrounded by electronic slates,
          each displaying a reference book or research paper. On one, a
          map of the Polynesian archipelago.

                                             AURORA
                    The Polynesians set out into the
                    Pacific Ocean with no destination.
                    Searching for islands. They sailed
                    into the endless sea on faith.

                         

          SUBDECK A - NUMBER EIGHT CARGO HOLD - DAY
          Jim walks among the towering cargo racks. His flashlight
          illuminates machines stacked from floor to ceiling: tractors
          and combines, helicopters and seaplanes.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    Some never returned, but others found
                    land, and prospered. What drove them
                    out onto the sea? Curiosity?
                    Tradition? The wish for something
                    better?
          Jim opens cargo containers. He finds ingots of metal,
          computer components, spools of superconducting wire. Raw
          materials for a young world.

                              AURORA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                    The urge to move is as primal as
                    hunger or thirst. We run, we drive,
                    we sail, we fly.
          Jim finds a stash of utility golf carts and his eyes light
          up. He unpacks one, starts it up. Drives off into the dark.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR - DAY
          Aurora sits at the bar with her slate, sipping a drink.

                                             AURORA
                    Is it movement that we need? Or the
                    possibility of something new?

                                             ARTHUR
                    What's that?

                                             AURORA
                    I'm writing, Arthur. Hush.
          Aurora's slate has recorded this exchange: she erases the
          extra words with her fingertip.

                                                                   69.

                         

                         

                         

          SUBDECK A - NUMBER SEVEN CARGO BAY
          Jim drives his cart into a new bay - and stares in wonder.
          In oversized hibernation pods: cattle, horses, sheep, oxen.
          All asleep. Chickens, ducks and geese in individual cells.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    Like seeds, we carry what we need.
                    The wind drives us - whether the
                    trade winds, the solar winds, or the
                    winds of chance.
          The next aisle holds plants in stasis: saplings in tubes,
          seedlings in individual vials.
          Jim stops in front of a glass case. Rosy light bathes his
          face. He smiles. We don't see why.

                              AURORA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                    We take root where we fall. And
                    helplessly we grow.

                         

          VIENNA SUITE - BEDROOM - EVENING
          Aurora sits with her slate. Eyeing Jim's side of the room.
          Giving in, she begins to explore Jim's possessions: poking
          into the drawers of his nightstand and dresser.
          She opens his closet. Shifting things, she finds a dog-eared
          manual on hibernation pods. She pulls it out.
          There's a bookmark in the pages. She goes to open the book -
          and the bookmark slides into her hand.
          It's the photo strip Jim took during his isolation: Four
          identical shots of his face, bearded and hollow-eyed. The
          melancholy images hit her hard.
          She touches the pictures to make them move: but Jim sits
          immobile. In the fourth image, he sighs heavily.
          Voices in the hall.

                              CLEANING ROBOT (O.S.)
                    Hello, Passenger.

                              JIM (O.S.)
                    Hello, robot.
          Hastily Aurora replaces the manual. Closes the closet.
          Jim appears in the doorway: tool belt over his shoulder,
          duffel bag in hand.

                                                                 70.

                         

                         

                                              AURORA
                    Hi.

                                             JIM
                    Hi. How was your day?

                                             AURORA
                    I don't know. I wrote a few pages.
                    I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore.
                    I was writing a book, and I was
                    keeping a diary. But the book and the
                    diary are running together. I think
                    I'm writing about us.

                                             JIM
                    Makes sense to me.

                                             AURORA
                    I'm not sure I want to write about
                    this life. I don't even know how to
                    think about it. I live in a palace.
                    But it's also a prison. I'm moving at
                    half the speed of light and I can't
                    go anywhere!
          Jim takes that in.

                                             JIM
                    The cargo hold is full of pioneer
                    gear. There's a submarine down there,
                    can you believe it? Ships and
                    airplanes and bulldozers. That's what
                    I wanted, a world still being built.
                    But I'll never see it.
          They sit for a moment in glum contemplation.

                                             AURORA
                    Did you find anything that could help
                    us?

                                             JIM
                    Yes. I found these.
          Jim unzips his duffel bag and takes out a bouquet of long-
          stemmed roses. Aurora gasps. Reaches out to touch them.

                                             AURORA
                    Are they real?

                                             JIM
                    I cut them myself.
          Aurora leaps into action. She finds scissors, a pitcher. At
          the sink she trims the stems, arranges the flowers.

                                                                     71.

                         

                         

                                                AURORA
                    Thank you.

                                             JIM
                    You're welcome.
          She looks into his eyes.

                                             AURORA
                    For very unlucky people, we got
                    pretty lucky.

                                                      FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: THREE MONTHS LATER

                         

          INT. ELITE DECK - CORRIDOR - DAY

          Jim and Aurora sprint down the hall, cabin doors flashing by.
          Jim's practically dragging her along.
          A deep background RUMBLE.

                                             JIM
                    It's coming! Run!

                         

                         CELESTIAL PROMENADE
          Jim and Aurora run up the stairs onto the highest promenade
          on the ship: glass all around, skylight above.
          The deep RUMBLE is louder. A bloody light fills the sky.
          A STAR looms ahead of the ship: a RED GIANT. The Excelsior
          rockets toward the star.
          The passage takes less than a minute. The Red Giant swells in
          the windows. The ship shudders. The engines howl. Aurora
          falls into Jim's arms. The ship bathed in red light.
          The star fills the skylight, fills the sky itself. A fiery
          surface turbulent with sunspots and mysterious currents. The
          engines howl.
          And then they're past. The star recedes, dwindling as quickly
          as it grew. The engines quiet. The ship's calm restored.

                                             AURORA

                                       (BREATHLESSLY)
                    That was incredible.

                                             JIM
                    Closest we'll get to a star on the
                    whole trip. Happy birthday.

                                                                  72.

                         

                         
          She throws her arms around him.

                         

          VIENNA SUITE - BEDROOM - EVENING
          Aurora stands in her bathroom, getting pretty for dinner.

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP
          Jim puts the finishing touches on a beautiful RING woven from
          gold and silver wire. It's crowned with a flower of gold.
          He removes the ring from its clamp: inspects it thoroughly.
          Satisfied, he wraps it in a cloth and tucks it in his pocket.

                         

          STARDOME - XANADU - EVENING
          Jim and Aurora dine. They laugh and flirt with easy intimacy.
          Their plates emptied, they sit back, sipping wine. Jim lifts
          the table's candle and waves it in the air. A robot rolls up
          with a birthday cake, candles alight.

                                             JIM

                                       (SINGING)
                    Happy birthday to you...
                    Happy birthday to you...
                    Happy birthday, dear Aurora...
                    Happy Birthday to you.
          Aurora sits bathed in candlelight, and for this moment she is
          truly and fundamentally happy. She blows the candles out.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR - NIGHT
          Jim and Aurora sit at the bar, tipsy. Arthur pours.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Birthday cocktail for the birthday
                    girl.

                                             AURORA
                    Aren't you going to check my I.D.? I
                    might not be old enough to drink.

                                              ARTHUR
                    I'd never ask your age in front of a
                    gentleman.

                                             AURORA
                    Jim's not a gentleman. Anyway there's
                    no secrets between me and Jim.

                                                                 73.

                         

                         

                                             ARTHUR
                        (looking at Jim)
                    Is that so?

                                             JIM
                    You heard the lady. Be right back.
          He walks away.

                                             AURORA
                    You know what I like about you,
                    Arthur? You have a sense of occasion.
                    I bet ladies fall for you on every
                    trip.

                                             ARTHUR
                    I'd say you were pulling my leg, but
                    I haven't got any.

                                             AURORA

                                       (LAUGHING)
                    Exactly! There you go.

                                             ARTHUR
                    I remember your last birthday, a year
                    ago. Jim was really looking forward
                    to meeting you.
          Aurora frowns, processing this sentence - her smile fading.

                                             AURORA
                    What?

                         

                         MEN'S WASHROOM
          Jim stands at the mirror, straightening his lapels, touching
          up his hair.
          He unwraps the ring. Looks it over. Smiles at his reflection.

                         

                         CONCOURSE BAR
          Aurora scowls at Arthur, trying to get her bearings.

                                             AURORA
                    What do you mean, he was looking
                    forward to it? How could he...

                                             ARTHUR
                    He couldn't stop talking about you,
                    let me tell you. He spent months
                    deciding whether to wake you up.
          Aurora eyes widen in shock.

                                                                 74.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    Jim woke me up.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Oh, yes. Said it was the hardest
                    decision of his life, but I see it
                    worked out just fine.
          Aurora stops breathing. She stares at the bartop.
          Jim strolls up to the bar. His hand slides into the jacket
          pocket where the ring lies hidden.
          But Aurora's body language is all wrong. He stops, perplexed.

                                              JIM
                    What?
          She looks up, her face rigid. Her voice a whisper.

                                             AURORA
                    Did you wake me up, Jim?
          Jim's hand slides out of his jacket pocket. He shoots a look
          at Arthur, who smiles back, oblivious.
          Aurora's eyes bore into him. Finally Jim finds his voice.

                                             JIM
                    Yes. I woke you up.

                                             AURORA

                                       (IN AGONY)
                    How could you do it?

                                             JIM
                    I tried not to.

                                             AURORA
                    You pulled me out of hibernation. You
                    destroyed the rest of my life. You
                    murdered me!

                                             JIM
                    That's a little strong...

                                             AURORA
                    You murdered me. I'm going to be
                    sick. Oh, my God. I...I can't see.
          She gets up to leave.

                                              JIM
                    Aurora.
          He goes after her.

                                                                    75.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    Get away from me!
          She slaps at him blindly, almost hysterical. Stumbles away.

                         

          SERVICE DECK - CELESTIAL PROMENADE
          Aurora stares out at the stars. Jim appears behind her.
          She speaks without turning.

                                             AURORA

                                       (BITTERLY)
                    How did you decide?
                        (turning on him)
                    Did you just go shopping? A couple
                    thousand women in their underwear,
                    and you get to pick your favorite.

                                             JIM
                    It wasn't like that.

                                             AURORA
                    What was it like? And you had it all
                    planned out! Dinner and movies and
                    our big date...Oh, my God! And I just
                    ate it up. Fake! All fake!

                                             JIM
                    This was real. I didn't plan this.
                    It...happened.

                                             AURORA

                                       (MOCKING)
                    "Find true love on the Starship
                    Excelsior! Romance between the Stars!
                    The woman of your dreams!" Was it
                    everything you thought it would be?

                                             JIM
                    Aurora. I love you.

                                             AURORA
                    This is sick.
                        (she glares at him)
                    Show me how you did it.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD
          Aurora walks up to her old hibernation pod. Jim trails her.

                                             AURORA
                    So?

                                                                  76.

                         

                         
          Jim stares at her, unbelieving. But she means it. He opens
          the cover panel, points out the key components.

                                             JIM
                    I looked at my pod. A couple
                    different processors burned out at
                    the same time. I triggered the same
                    failure in your pod. Short circuit
                    across these two contacts, and then
                    these two. And cut these wires.

                                             AURORA
                    Just like that.

                                             JIM
                    Just like that.

                                             AURORA
                    I'm so stupid. I fell for all of it.
                    I fell for you. I thought you saved
                    me. But you didn't save me, Jim. You
                    did this to me. And now I'm stuck
                    with you. Stuck with the second-rate
                    mechanic who ruined my life.

                                             JIM

                                       (LAMELY)
                    Rate two mechanic.
          But Aurora's already walking away.

                         

          VIENNA SUITE - DAY
          Aurora walks in, barely under control, and breaks down. Sinks
          to her knees, racked by sobs.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD - DAY
          Jim sits at the foot of Aurora's hibernation pod, staring
          into the empty tube.

                         

          VIENNA SUITE - EVENING
          Jim walks in. All of Aurora's things are gone. Her half of
          the bed has been made. She's moved out.

                         

          DECK THREE - CAFETERIA - MORNING
          Aurora sits finishing her breakfast. Jim enters and
          approaches her table.

                                                                   77.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    Can I talk to you?

                                             AURORA
                    I don't want to talk anymore. I don't
                    want to look at you anymore. If you
                    see me coming, get out of my way. If
                    you see me sitting, find somewhere
                    else to be. There's plenty of
                    choices. It's a big boat.

                         

          DECK FOUR - SHOPPING DISTRICT - DAY
          Jim walks alone, hands in his pockets, in a deep funk.
          A little robot crosses his path: he KICKS it down the street.

                         

                         SWIMMING POOL
          Aurora swims. Reaches the end of a lap and rests.
          She looks up abruptly as if she senses someone watching her -
          but the balcony above the pool is deserted.

                         

          ELITE DECK - FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK - DAY
          Aurora sits reading. Digital slates surround her. A whir
          distracts her. She looks down.
          Jim's pet robot sits beside her. A note on its back.
          She picks up the note. It's the photo strip from her first
          date with Jim: their first kiss captured on film. Clipped to
          the photo strip is a handwritten note: "This was real."
          Aurora leans down toward the robot's binocular eyes.

                         

                         ROBOT'S POV
          Aurora looms close. She holds the note up to the robot's eyes
          and crumples it up.

                                             AURORA
                    Watching me through a robot is
                    creepy, Jim. Cut it out.

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP
          Jim sits in front of his laptop: Aurora's accusing eyes stare
          out of the screen. He closes the laptop.

                                                                  78.

                         

                         

                         

          COMMAND DECK - COMMUNICATIONS CENTER - DAY
          Jim sits at the security console, disheveled and bearded.
          Twenty screens give different views of the ship.
          One screen shows the Elite Promenade. As he watches, Aurora
          jogs by in sneakers and shorts.
          Jim has her route mapped: as she vanishes from one screen she
          appears on the next. He follows her from screen to screen.
          He picks up a microphone.

                         

                         ELITE DECK
          Aurora circles the atrium.
          OVER THE P.A. SYSTEM: Jim clears his throat.

                                 JIM (VIA INTERCOM)
                       Aurora.
          Aurora stops in surprise, looking up.

                                 JIM (VIA INTERCOM) (CONT'D)
                       Please, just hear me.
          Aurora rolls her eyes and resumes running.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - COMMUNICATIONS CENTER
          Jim watches Aurora move from screen to screen. He holds the
          mic in both hands. His voice reverberates through the ship.

                                                JIM
                       The day I first saw you, my life
                       changed. I couldn't forget your face.
                       I kept coming back to see you. Trying
                       to know you through the glass. I read
                       every word you ever wrote, trying to
                       hear you. The day you woke up...

                         

          DECK NINE - NUMBER NINE PROMENADE
          Aurora doesn't break stride. But she's listening.

                                 JIM (VIA INTERCOM)
                       When you woke up I had no idea what
                       would happen next. I had no reason to
                       believe you would see anything in me.
                       When you did, when we found each
                       other, this ship I'm trapped inside
                       suddenly felt like a limitless place.

                                                (MORE)

                                                                    79.

                              JIM (VIA INTERCOM) (CONT'D)
                    My pointless life suddenly had
                    meaning.
          Aurora skids to a stop beside a Deck Steward's station.
          She leans over the counter, finds an intercom terminal and
          grabs the microphone. A whine of feedback. She looks into the
          lens of the nearest security camera.

                                             AURORA
                    That's great, Jim. Just great. I'm
                    glad that ruining my life somehow
                    improved yours. But I have a run to
                    finish, so...

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR
          Arthur looks up, listening, as voices echo through the ship.

                              JIM (VIA INTERCOM)
                    Wait. Aurora. Don't go.

                              AURORA (VIA INTERCOM)
                    You may be the only game in town,
                    Jim, but that doesn't mean I have to
                    play. Just pretend I'm not here.
                    Because as far as you're concerned,
                    I'm not.

                         

          DECK NINE - NUMBER NINE PROMENADE
          At the Deck Steward's station, Aurora stares into the camera.

                              JIM (VIA INTERCOM)
                    I don't want to lose you.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - COMMUNICATIONS CENTER
          Jim stares at Aurora on the video screen.

                              AURORA (VIA INTERCOM)
                    Jim, you lost me.
          She drops the microphone and walks out of frame. Jim slumps
          over the console in defeat.

                                                      FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: THREE MONTHS LATER

                         

          ELITE DECK - VIENNA SUITE - BEDROOM (DAY)
          Jim lies asleep on his bed in dirty clothes and shoes. He has
          a shaggy beard.

                                                                    80.

                         

                         
          Half-finished dishes in bed with him. The suite is squalid.

                         

          ELITE DECK - CAFE MAXINE
          The ship's posh French cafe.
          Aurora eats a fancy lunch, reading a novel on a digital
          slate. She's groomed and put together.

                         

          DECK THREE - CAFETERIA
          Jim sits in front of a bowl of breakfast cereal, a dry slice
          of toast. He stares into space. He has milk in his beard.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          Aurora sits in her writing chair, dictating to her slate.

                                             AURORA
                    It's the modern way of life. We
                    surround ourselves with people. A
                    constant din of conversation. As if
                    we need the mirror of other faces to
                    see ourselves. The clamor of voices
                    in our ears to reassure us that we
                    exist. Do we need it? Can we live
                    without it?

                         

          VIENNA SUITE - DAY
          The TV blares. Jim lies asleep in an armchair, covered with
          snack chips.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    I think the secret to survival is
                    productive activity.

                         

          SHOPPING DISTRICT - CRAFT SHOP - DAY
          Aurora investigates the craft shop's shelves. Collects an
          electronic book on painting. Paints and canvasses. An easel.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    We need to be good for something.

                         

          VIENNA SUITE - BATHROOM - DAY
          Jim lounges in the bathtub in his bathrobe: sopping wet and
          drunk. Gold glitters in his hand: the RING he made for
          Aurora. He scowls at the ring.

                                                                 81.

                         

                         

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    A challenge equal to our character.
          With a snarl, Jim tosses the ring into his mouth. Chases it
          with a slug of vodka straight from the bottle. Swallows hard.

                         

          SERVICE DECK - CELESTIAL PROMENADE
          Aurora stands in front of her easel on the promenade. She
          looks out the window and begins to paint.

                              AURORA (V.O.)
                    Something worth doing.

                         

          SHOPPING DISTRICT - AVENUE
          Jim plays kick-the-can with the empty vodka bottle. Drunk.
          The bottle clatters against the PHOTO BOOTH.
          Muttering in Russian, Jim attacks the booth, punching and
          kicking - and hurts his foot with a shout. He limps away.
          A moment later he's back - wearing his tool belt. He pulls a
          LASER CUTTER and starts carving the booth away from the wall.

                         

          SHOPPING DISTRICT - LATER
          Jim drives his golf cart unsteadily across the deck.
          A HORRIBLE NOISE: he's dragging the photo booth across the
          floor by its power cord.

                         

          STARBOARD E.V.A. ROOM
          Jim looks into the airlock through the small porthole in the
          inner door. Red lights flash.
          The photo booth is crammed into the airlock.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR - AIRLOCK

          The airlock shoots open. The photo booth tumbles into space.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR - EVENING
          Arthur does make-work behind the bar.
          Jim and Aurora approach simultaneously. They meet awkwardly:
          they haven't spoken in a long time.

                                                                 82.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    What are you doing here?

                                             JIM

                                       (DRUNK)
                    You! Tuesday's my day with Arthur.
                    You're trespassing.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Actually, today's Wednesday.

                                             JIM
                    I slept through Tuesday?

                                             AURORA
                    Forget it. The bar's all yours. But
                    I'd say a drink is the last thing you
                    need. You're pathetic.
          Aurora leaves. Jim takes a seat.

                                             ARTHUR
                    What'll it be?

                                             JIM
                    I'm going to kill myself.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Why's that?

                                             JIM
                    I'm a murderer.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Who'd you murder?

                                             JIM
                    Aurora.

                                             ARTHUR
                    But she's alive. She was just here.

                                             JIM
                    She won't talk to me. She won't let
                    me tell her what happened. How I fell
                    in love with her. How I want to be
                    with her. And I'm not sorry I woke
                    her up. I'm not. I love her. And you
                    know what? She loves me.
          Around the corner, out of sight, Aurora stands listening.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    What was I supposed to do? I couldn't
                    live without her. It was now or
                    never, and I chose now. I chose now.

                                             (MORE)

                                                                    83.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    And I was right. But I woke her up,
                    Arthur. I woke her up, and she says I
                    killed her. And now she's gone. She's
                    gone.

                                       (SOBBING)
                    Gimme another bottle.

                                             ARTHUR
                    I think you've had enough.
          Jim looks at Arthur as if he's said something profound.

                                             JIM
                    You know what? You're right. I've had
                    enough.

                         

          SUBDECK A - CARGO HOLD - DAY
          Jim drives his cart up to a rack of large batteries: they're
          identical to the battery that powers the golf cart itself.
          Jim starts loading his cart with extra batteries.

                         

          SERVICE DECK - CELESTIAL PROMENADE
          Paintings leans against the windows: Aurora's starscapes. The
          first few are rudimentary, the later ones quite good.
          She works on a new one: a red nebula. She looks out the
          window - and her focus changes. She sees her own reflection.
          Her brush moves across the canvas. She adds the suggestion of
          a cheekbone...a slender neck...an eye. A face made of stars.

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP
          Jim finishes connecting a bank of batteries to his cart's
          motor: quadrupling the power.
          He rolls a huge tractor tire up to the cart and bolts it on.

                         

          DECK FOUR - SHOPPING DISTRICT
          Aurora jogs.
          A rumble and wail of rubber behind her. Jim's monster golf
          cart comes ROARING toward her.
          Aurora leaps for safety as the cart passes. Jim blasts past
          her with a war whoop and a wave. He wears welding goggles.
          Aurora looks after Jim in astonishment.

                                                                 84.

                         

                         

                         

          DECK FOUR - SERVICE CORRIDOR
          Jim races down a long straightaway. Squeals around a corner.
          Puts the cart on two wheels as he dodges a cleaning robot.
          He steers down a stairway: The cart bounces crazily down to
          the deck below. At the bottom Jim takes the corner too hard.
          The cart tumbles and SLAMS into the bulkhead. Debris rains
          down. Jim lies crumpled in the wreckage, his goggles askew.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          Aurora sits in her writing chair, a slate in front of her.
          But the slate is blank, and her face is tense.

                                             AURORA
                    I haven't written in days. I don't
                    know why. It's the old problem, I
                    guess. Who's my reader? Who am I
                    talking to? What's it for?

                                       (SHE SIGHS)
                    I used to love it.

                         

          SERVICE DECK - INFIRMARY
          Jim lies in the autodoc in his underwear - his head
          protruding, his body visible behind glass.
          Lasers and sensors pass over his body.

                                             AUTODOC
                    Two separated ribs. Fracture of the
                    right arm, radius and ulna. One
                    fractured finger. Dislocated thumb.

                                             JIM
                    Am I gonna be okay?
          Blindingly fast, robot arms straighten Jim's elbow. Wrap his
          ribs and arm with smooth white bandages. Jim shouts in shock.

                                             AUTODOC
                    Leave the bandages on for one week.
          The autodoc opens and Jim climbs out, testing his arm. A
          bottle of pills rattles into a tray in front of him.

                                             AUTODOC (CONT'D)
                    Take one of these pills each day
                    until they are gone.

                                                                    85.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    Thanks, doc.

                                             AUTODOC
                    And take better care of yourself.

                                                        FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: THREE MONTHS LATER

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK - DAY
          Aurora paints, wild-eyed and fragile.
          Her brushstrokes are fierce. She slashes at the canvas. As
          she paints she begins to cry, silently. She doesn't stop
          painting. The easel shakes as she works.

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Jim kneels on the Grand Concourse. He's torn a huge hole in
          the carpet to expose the deck plates beneath.
          With his laser cutter he cuts a large rectangular hole. Pries
          the plate up with a crowbar, opening a cavity in the deck.

                         

                         AURORA'S CABIN
          Aurora paces in her bathrobe, hair wrapped in a towel.
          She looks at her gallery of snapshots. Touches the pictures
          one by one. The faces begin to move and speak. A cacophony of
          good wishes. Laughter and cheers.
          Finally only one clip still plays. Aurora's mother.

                                             AURORA'S MOTHER
                    I promise you we'll think of you
                    every day. When you wake up, I know
                    we'll be gone...but you just know
                    that we lived our lives remembering
                    you, and holding you in our hearts.
                        (She starts to cry.)
                    I don't understand, baby. I'm trying,
                    but I can't believe I'm losing you.
                        (She tries to soldier.)
                    I hope you find what you're looking
                    for. I hope it makes you happy.
          Aurora watches, devastated.

                                                                   86.

                         

                         

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR - DAY
          Jim, in work clothes and tool belt, drops by the bar. He's as
          dirty as a coal miner but he looks happy.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Hello, Jim. Whiskey?

                                               JIM
                    Iced tea.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Coming up. Are you getting my
                    barstool dirty?

                                             JIM
                    Got to get dirty to get things done,
                    Arthur. If your hands are too clean,
                    it means you're not making anything.

                                             ARTHUR
                    And what are you making?

                                             JIM
                    Improvements.

                         

          ELITE DECK - ELITE PROMENADE - EVENING
          Aurora strolls listlessly. Glances over the railing at the
          Grand Concourse below - and gasps. She runs for the elevator.

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Aurora walks wonderingly up to a GARDEN on the Concourse: a
          ten-foot OAK TREE surrounded by flowerbeds and green grass.

                         

          ELITE DECK - FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          Jim walks through Aurora's informal art gallery.
          She has abandoned starscapes in favor of self-portraiture.
          The painted faces ever more tragic.
          The last one is a field of white. Aurora fading away.

                         

          INFIRMARY - GENETIC BANK - DAY
          Wisps of cold mist roll off the metal capsules. Aurora
          browses the rotating racks, reading names.
          With a start she comes across her own name. AURORA DUNN,

          FEMALE, BORN 4/27/2819.

                                                                    87.

                         

                         
          She punches buttons. The racks rotate, shedding flakes of
          frost. She finds what she's looking for. JAMES PRESTON, MALE,

          BORN 9/9/2810.
          She looks at the metal cartridge for a long moment. Then she
          slaps a switch, and the genetic bank closes up on itself.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - LOUNGE
          Jim sits reading an electronic slate. He looks up to find
          Aurora standing over him.

                                             AURORA
                    I need you.
          The last thing Jim expected to hear.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    I mean, I need a repairman.
          Jim's face falls.

                         

          EXT. AURORA'S CABIN

          Jim opens the door. Inside is chaos: the lights throb. Static
          sizzles on video screens. Speakers blare noise. The blinds
          jerk and flap. The adjustable bed convulses like a monster.

                                             JIM
                    Wow. You do need a repairman.

                         

          INT. AURORA'S CABIN - LATER

          A dark room. In the light of a utility lamp, Jim re-attaches
          a control panel to the cabin wall. Aurora watches.

                                             JIM
                    The control unit burned out. I took
                    the one from the cabin next door.
          He throws a switch. The lights come on. Back to normal.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    All better.
          Aurora gives him a brittle smile and sits on the bed.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    So how are you doing? You all right?

                                             AURORA
                    I'm fine, Jim. Thanks for your work.

                                                                  88.

                         

                         
          She sits immobile, frosty. After a moment Jim walks out.

                                                      FADE TO BLACK.

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Jim passes a cleaning robot stuck in a corner. He frees the
          robot: it plows right back into the corner.
          Another robot zooms in - and gets stuck beside the first one.
          Jim studies the robots thoughtfully.

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP - DAY
          Jim tinkers with a malfunctioning robot.
          A squawk of static comes over the P.A. system.
          Jim looks up, listening.

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          Aurora sits with her digital slate in her lap. She too is
          looking up, listening.

                              VOICE (VIA INTERCOM)
                    Hello! Anybody there?
          Aurora bolts to her feet, wide-eyed.

                         

          SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP
          Jim has vanished - the robot still rocking on the workbench.

                         

          DECK ONE - HIBERNATION BAY
          Jim sprints down the hallway, eyes searching left and right.

                              VOICE (VIA INTERCOM)
                    This is Deck Chief Gus Mancuso.
          Jim skids to a stop, astonished: the door to the Crew
          Hibernation Facility stands open.

                              VOICE (VIA INTERCOM) (CONT'D)
                    Who the hell planted a tree on my
                    ship?
          The Grand Concourse! Jim spins and runs back the other way.

                                                                  89.

                         

                         

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          GUS MANCUSO stands at a deck steward's station, intercom mic
          in hand. A stocky man of 55, with a bristling mustache,
          wearing a crewman's coverall. Haggard and weary. He stares in
          consternation at the garden in the middle of the Concourse.
          Running footsteps.
          Jim and Aurora race into the Concourse from opposite
          directions. They see Gus and stop, astonished.

                                               GUS
                          (pointing at the tree)
                      Who did that?
          Jim raises a hand sheepishly. Gus shakes his head.

                                               GUS (CONT'D)
                      I can't even talk about that now. Who
                      are you?

                                               JIM
                      Jim Preston. Rate-two mechanic.

                                               GUS
                      Mechanic, huh?

                                         (TO AURORA)
                      And who are you?

                                               AURORA
                      Aurora. Aurora Dunn.

                                               GUS
                      Gus Mancuso, Senior Deck Chief. Nice
                      to meet you.
                          (looks at the tree again)
                      How long have you been awake?

                                                  AURORA
                      A year.

                                                  JIM
                      Two years.

                                               GUS
                      This is not good.

                         

                         CAFETERIA
          Jim, Aurora, and Gus sit around a table. Gus leans heavily on
          his elbows, sipping from a mug.

                                                                 90.

                         

                         

                                             GUS
                    I always get a hibernation hangover
                    but this is the worst ever.

                                       (HE DRINKS)
                    So it's just the two of you?

                                             JIM
                    Yeah.

                                             GUS
                    Two years. Ouch.
                        (looks them in the eye)
                    You know what it means, right?
                    There's no way back into hibernation.

                                             AURORA
                    I was hoping you'd know something we
                    didn't.

                                             GUS
                    No. We're awake for the duration. How
                    far along are we? You know?

                                             JIM
                    Thirty-two years. Eighty-eight years
                    to go.
          Gus blows air.

                                             GUS
                    That's tough.
                        (he shakes his head)
                    Hibernation failure! They said it
                    couldn't happen. And now three on one
                    trip.
          Aurora shoots Jim a look. Gus doesn't notice.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    Well, let's see what we can do.

                         

                         COMMAND DECK
          Gus leads Jim and Aurora to the Bridge's armored hatch. He
          swipes his crew card and the door opens.

                                             JIM
                    You have no idea how long I've been
                    trying to get in here.

                                             GUS
                    Now you're in. Don't touch anything.

                                                                   91.

                         

                         

                         

                         BRIDGE
          The computer consoles of the Bridge brighten as they enter.
          Gus walks from station to station, studying the screens.

                                             GUS
                    We're on course....Whatever's wrong
                    with the ship, NavComp's still
                    minding the store.

                                             JIM
                    What do you think is wrong?

                                             GUS
                    Three pod failures? Something's
                    wrong. Question is what.
          He turns to leave.

                                             AURORA
                    Wait. What about diverting the ship?
                    Can we go back to Earth?
          Gus almost laughs.

                                             GUS
                    We're going forty percent of
                    lightspeed away from Earth. To go
                    home we'd have to come to a stop,
                    accelerate back towards Earth, and
                    then come to a stop again. It'd take
                    as long as going on to Homestead II.
                    Anyway, navigation's not for
                    amateurs. Space is a big place, and a
                    planet's just a little thing.
          Gus has a coughing fit. Wipes his mouth with his fist.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    Let's go next door. See how the old
                    girl's doing.

                         

                         DIAGNOSTIC CENTER
          Gus opens a secure compartment beside the bridge. Inside, the
          Diagnostic Computer stands dark and dead.

                                             GUS
                    I thought we'd see a lot of red
                    lights here. That would mean trouble.

                                             AURORA
                    So everything's okay?

                                                                 92.

                         

                         

                                             GUS
                    No, if everything was okay we'd see a
                    lot of green lights here.

                                             AURORA
                    What does no lights mean?

                                             GUS
                    No lights means big trouble.
                    Diagnostic Computer's down. We've got
                    some work to do.

                                             JIM
                    What do you need?

                                             GUS
                    Right now? Cheeseburger.

                         

          ELITE DECK - STARDUST DINER
          Gus eats a cheeseburger. Jim and Aurora sit across from him.

                                             GUS
                        (with his mouth full)
                    Never been so hungry. Worst
                    hibernation hangover ever.
          Jim can't take his eyes off Gus. A new person.

                                             JIM
                    So where you from, Gus?

                                             GUS
                    Grew up in Chicago. But I've lived on
                    this ship a long time. The
                    Excelsior's made five inter-planetary
                    runs, and I've been on every one. I
                    live aboard. When she makes port, I
                    live where she lands until she lifts
                    again.

                                             JIM
                        (doing the math)
                    How old does that make you?

                                                GUS
                    Fifty-six.

                                             JIM
                    But how long ago were you born?

                                             GUS
                    Oh. Hang on...
                        (he does mental math)
                    About six hundred years ago.

                                             (MORE)

                                                                 93.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    Most of that I lost to hibernation or
                    relativity. Doesn't really count.
                        (he coughs again)
                    I tell you, I feel about six hundred
                    years old right now. I woke up hard.

                                             AURORA
                    You should rest.

                                             GUS
                    I think I will.
                        (he climbs to his feet)
                    Tomorrow morning, eight bells, you
                    meet me beside that tree of yours.
                    Until I figure out what's wrong with
                    the Excelsior, you work for me.
          Jim and Aurora smile.

                                               JIM
                    Yes, sir.

                                             AURORA
                    Good night, Gus.
          Gus waves and walks off. That leaves Jim and Aurora sitting
          awkwardly on the same side of a diner booth.
          After a moment Aurora moves over to the other side. Looks at
          Jim across the table.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    Six hundred years old!

                                             JIM
                    I've missed you.
          Aurora stares, caught off guard. She gets up.

                                             AURORA
                    See you in the morning.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - DIAGNOSTIC CENTER - MORNING
          Gus and Jim examine the Diagnostic Computer. Jim holds a
          flashlight while Gus pokes around with a voltmeter inside.
          Behind them, Aurora stands watching with a digital slate.

                                             GUS
                    The CPU's burned out, can you believe
                    it? Why should that happen? It's
                    rated for five hundred years.

                                             AURORA
                    Can you fix it?

                                                                  94.

                         

                         

                                             GUS
                    You don't fix it, you replace it.
                    There are spares for everything in
                    storage. Make a note. Diagnostic
                    Computer CPU. And a new cooling fan,
                    this one looks shot.

                                             AURORA
                    Got it.

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Gus and Aurora stand waiting as if for a bus.

                                             AURORA
                    Don't take this the wrong way - I
                    wish for your sake you were still
                    asleep - but I'm glad you're here.

                                             GUS
                    Thank you, sweetheart.
          A GROWL of gears. Jim drives up in his souped-up golf cart.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    What's this?

                                             JIM
                    The golf cart.
          Gus takes in the bank of batteries, the giant tractor wheels.

                                             GUS
                    This I like.

                         

          SUBDECK A - NUMBER TEN CARGO BAY
          Jim pilots the cart through the stacks. Aurora rides shotgun.
          Gus, in the back seat, plays a flashlight over the stacks.

                                             GUS
                    Next bay is the ship's stores. So how
                    fast can she go?
          Jim puts the pedal down. The cart lays rubber on the deck
          plates and shoots down the aisle while Aurora and Gus yell.

                         

                         SHIP'S STORES
          Up on a hydraulic lift, Gus digs components out of storage.
          Hands them to Aurora, who hands them to Jim, who loads them
          into the cart.

                                                                   95.

                         

                         

                         

                         DIAGNOSTIC CENTER
          Gus works on the Diagnostic Computer while Jim looks on.
          Nearby, Aurora thumbs through Gus's technical manuals.
          Gus clamps a final component in place and nods at Jim.

                                             GUS
                    Start `er up.
          Jim closes a circuit breaker and powers up the computer. A
          deep electrical HUM as the machine boots up.
          The screen flashes a message: RUNNING VESSEL DIAGNOSTIC. A
          progress bar shows that the diagnostic is 0.0% complete.
          The lights on the indicator panel remain dark. The first
          light begins to flicker as the diagnostic runs.

                                             JIM
                    How long will it take?

                                             GUS
                    Full diagnostic from a cold start?
                    Days. But it'll tell us everything.

                         

                         GRAND CONCOURSE
          Gus strolls through the ship, looking around nostalgically.
          He passes Jim's garden and shakes his head.

                         

                         CONCOURSE BAR
          Gus walks up to the bar.

                                             ARTHUR
                    Chief Mancuso! Good to see you.

                                             GUS
                    Good to see you too, Arthur.

                                             ARTHUR
                    What can I get you?

                                             GUS
                    Just an ice water with a little
                    lemon. I feel hot as hell.
          Gus mops sweat from his brow and sips his water. His hand
          trembles hard enough to rattle the ice cubes.

                                                                 96.

                         

                         

                         

                         GUS'S CABIN
          A homey space, filled with Gus's possessions: pictures of
          fellow spacers and vacation spots on half a dozen planets.
          Books, keepsakes and mementos.
          Gus sits on his bed, on a handmade quilt. Coughs violently
          into a handkerchief, leaving the cloth spotted with blood.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - GARDEN - MORNING
          Aurora stands waiting by the oak tree. Jim arrives with two
          cups of coffee, and hands her one. Aurora smiles, touched.

                                                AURORA
                    Thank you.
          Gus arrives in a fresh coverall, a steaming mug in hand. No
          signs of frailty. He hands each of them a digital slate.

                                             GUS
                    All right. Last night I checked ten
                    atmosphere stations and two of them
                    were burned out. Twenty percent
                    failure rate. Unheard of. So we're
                    going to see how far the rot runs.

                                       (TO AURORA)
                    You. You're going to walk Decks Two,
                    Three, and Four, and check every
                    atmosphere station. Green light good,
                    red light bad, no light really bad.
                    Write down what you find, I want a
                    complete census.

                                                AURORA
                    Yes, sir.

                                             GUS

                                       (TO JIM)
                    You. Go down to the Ship's Stores.
                    Find atmosphere station CPUs and take
                    an inventory of the spares. I know
                    what the manifest says, but lists
                    ain't facts.

                                                JIM
                    Got it.

                                             GUS
                    I'm going down to the Hibernation Bay
                    to look at our pods. Maybe I can spot
                    what went wrong.
          Jim and Aurora exchange glances.

                                                                 97.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    That should be interesting.

                         

          HIBERNATION BAY - AURORA'S POD - DAY
          Gus kneels in front of the pod, examining the mechanism.
          Alone, he doesn't hide his difficulty: sweating and panting.
          Something he finds inside the machine makes him forget his
          symptoms. He stares, astonished.

                                             GUS
                    Son of a gun.
          A sound behind him. Gus turns to find Jim watching. He looks
          from Jim to the pod mechanism and back again.

                                              GUS (CONT'D)
                    You're supposed to be doing
                    inventory.

                                             JIM
                    I finished.

                                             GUS
                        (holding Jim's eyes)
                    I looked at your pod. Very simple.
                    The clock chips burned out. Not
                    supposed to happen, but it's simple.
          Jim fidgets. Starts to speak. Gus cuts him off.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    My pod was complicated. A bunch of
                    different failures at once, the whole
                    thing went haywire. I think that's
                    why I feel so bad.
                        (points at Aurora's pod)
                    But this pod...

                                             JIM
                    Gus...

                                             GUS
                    You did this.

                                             JIM
                    Yeah.

                                             GUS
                    I was thinking what a lucky son of a
                    bitch you were, stuck with a beauty
                    like Aurora. But it wasn't luck.

                                                                  98.

                         

                         

                                                JIM
                    No.
          Gus sits down heavily, looking at Jim.

                                                GUS
                    She knows?

                                                JIM
                    She knows.
          Gus thinks that over, shaking his head at the idea.

                                             GUS
                    I could see there was some trouble
                    between you.
          Gus starts putting his tools away. Jim lays the electronic
          slate down beside him.

                                             JIM
                    Here's your inventory. I'll be in the
                    machine shop if you need me.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - DIAGNOSTIC CENTER
          Gus sits working. Behind him the Diagnostic Computer displays
          its progress bar: the diagnostic is 9% complete.
          Aurora enters with a digital slate.

                                             AURORA
                    I finished the census.

                                       (SHE HESITATES)
                    You saw the hibernation pods?

                                                GUS
                    Yeah.

                                             AURORA
                    So you know. What Jim did.
          Aurora's chin begins to tremble.

                                             GUS
                    Yeah, he told me.

                                             AURORA
                    He told you? Just like that? And?
          She waits, trembling with righteous indignation. Gus doesn't
          want to get into this: he looks away uncomfortably.

                                                                  99.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    It's not forgivable, Gus. It's not.
                    Don't tell me it is.

                                             GUS
                    No, it's a bad thing. But...
                        (he shrugs helplessly)
                    Look. When a drowning man drags
                    somebody down with him, you don't
                    call it right. But he's drowning. A
                    starving man steals a loaf of bread,
                    what can you say? You should have
                    starved?

                                             AURORA
                    I would have starved.

                                             GUS
                    Really?
          Aurora looks hard at Gus, thinking, and says nothing.

                         

          ELITE DECK - ARGENTINA STEAKHOUSE - EVENING
          A rustic restaurant. Gus, Jim, and Aurora sit around a table.
          Gus reads an electronic slate.

                                             GUS
                    By Aurora's count, about thirty
                    percent of the atmosphere station
                    CPUs are burned out.

                                             JIM
                    We can replace them.

                                              GUS
                    We will. But they'll just burn out
                    again if we don't figure out why it's
                    happening.

                                             JIM
                    Where do we start?

                                             GUS
                    We wait for the diagnostic report.
                    You've been knocking around this ship
                    for two years. A few days more won't
                    kill you.
          Gus hacks and coughs. For a moment his weakness is plain to
          see...but robots sweep in and lay dishes on the table. Gus
          sets his slate aside.

                                                                   100.

                         

                         

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    Here you go. This is the best food on
                    the ship.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - CONCOURSE BAR
          Jim, Aurora, and Gus sit at the bar. Arthur stands by.

                                             AURORA
                    So how did you end up in space?

                                             GUS
                    Only place I ever wanted to be. When
                    I was sixteen I lied about my age and
                    got onto a lunar shuttle crew. A few
                    years later I moved on to planetary
                    ships. Made the Venus run a hundred
                    times, then Jupiter and Saturn. Then
                    the gravity drive came along. Real
                    spaceflight. I did everything I could
                    to get onto an interstellar ship. I
                    was thirty-six years old the first
                    time I saw an alien sun. No going
                    back after that. I've walked on
                    seventeen planets in five solar
                    systems.

                                             JIM
                    That's incredible.

                                             AURORA
                    Don't you feel homeless?

                                             GUS
                    I'm a spacer. My home is where I am.
                    You can't take much with you, so you
                    don't get hung up on things. You have
                    yourself. The things you do. The
                    company you keep.
          Gus pushes himself off his stool. Momentarily shaky, he pulls
          himself together.
          He takes a seat at the grand piano and plays - a fine
          beerhall pianist. Gus touches a switch and lifts his hands:
          the piano keeps playing.
          Gus stands and extends a hand to Aurora. She takes it, and
          Gus sweeps her across the floor.
          Jim watches from the bar.

                                             ARTHUR
                        (aside, to Jim)
                    Gus always dances with the ladies.

                                                                   101.

                         

                         
          Aurora follows Gus's lead - but steals looks at Jim. Her eyes
          unreadable. They watch each other as the dance goes on.

                         

          GRAND CONCOURSE - THE GARDEN - MORNING
          Jim and Aurora wait beside the garden. They've been waiting
          for a while. Both look around for Gus.

                                               JIM
                      You haven't seen him at all?

                         

          GUS'S CABIN DOOR
          A doorbell chimes. Jim and Aurora wait in the hall,
          listening. Jim rings again.

                                               AURORA
                      I don't think he's up.

                         

                         GUS'S CABIN
          Gus lies feverish and semi-conscious in his bed.
          A THUNK! The door slides open. Jim and Aurora rush in.

                                               JIM
                      Gus! Are you all right?

                                               GUS
                      No. No, I'm not.

                         

                         INFIRMARY
          Gus lies in a medical scanner. Jim and Aurora watch as the
          machine bathes Gus in light, sensors floating over his body.

                                               GUS
                      Couldn't get up. Weak as a baby. What
                      does it say is wrong with me?
          The scanner's display screen lists not one diagnosis, but
          hundreds: disorders, diseases, dysfunctions.

                                               JIM
                          (hiding his horror)
                      It's a few things.

                                               MEDICAL SCANNER
                      Diagnosis complete.
          Gus hauls himself out of the scanner. Pulls a bathrobe on and
          comes around to look at the screen. He sees it and blanches.

                                                                 102.

                         

                         

                               MEDICAL SCANNER (CONT'D)
                     Six hundred twelve disorders found.

                                              GUS
                     What's the summary?

                                              MEDICAL SCANNER
                     Pan-systemic necrosis. Progressive
                     organ failure. Cause unknown.

                                              GUS
                         (losing his temper)
                     I'll tell you the cause. My goofy
                     hibernation pod is the cause.

                                              AURORA
                     What's the treatment?

                                              MEDICAL SCANNER
                     No treatment known.
          Gus pivots the monitor so that only he can see it.

                                                 GUS
                     Prognosis.
          A series of images flickers over the screen, casting shadows
          on his face. Gus swallows hard and looks away.

                                              GUS (CONT'D)
                     How long have I got?

                                              MEDICAL SCANNER
                     Between two and three days.
          A long moment of silence. Gus turns and exits.

                               MEDICAL SCANNER (CONT'D)
                     These sedatives will alleviate
                     suffering in the final hours...
          Pill bottles clatter into a metal bin. Aurora scoops them up.
          Jim goes after Gus.

                         

                         CORRIDOR
          Gus settles himself behind the wheel of Jim's cart.

                                                 JIM
                     Gus!

                                              GUS
                     Sorry, Jim.
          Gus puts his foot down and the cart squeals away.

                                                                  103.

                         

                         
          Aurora stumbles into the hall, her hands full of pill
          bottles. She and Jim watch the cart recede.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - COMMUNICATIONS CENTER
          Aurora sits at the security console, watching the monitors.
          Jim enters.

                                             JIM
                    He's not in his room.
          Aurora flips on the intercom, speaks into the mic. Her voice
          resonates through the ship.

                                             AURORA
                    Where are you? Gus, please answer.
                    We'll be at the Concourse Bar every
                    hour. I'm really worried.

                                             JIM
                    Where is he? What's he doing?

                              GUS (O.S.)
                    What are you doing?
          They spin. Gus stands in the doorway behind them.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    Guy's got a couple of days to live
                    and he can't get any peace.

                                             AURORA
                    Where have you been?

                                             GUS
                    Making arrangements. You kids have
                    dinner plans?

                                             JIM
                    No.

                                             GUS
                    Xanadu at eight.

                                       (EXITING)
                    Now stop shouting at me.

                         

          GUS'S CABIN - EVENING
          Gus makes a tour of the room, touching his photographs and
          mementos in farewell.
          He puts on his dress uniform: chest crowded with medals and
          decorations for the planets he's seen, the voyages he's made.

                                                                   104.

                         

                         
          He takes a photograph from a dresser: a handsome woman in her
          forties. Kisses the snapshot. Tucks it in his breast pocket.
          In the mirror he studies his haggard face.
          Suddenly he SHOUTS, a wordless cry of anger. Pounds on the
          dresser with his fists. Teeth clenched in pain and fury.
          Then he straightens. Stands at attention. Takes a deep
          breath. Pivots on his heel and leaves the room.

                         

          STARDOME - XANADU - NIGHT
          Jim and Aurora enter the Stardome to find Gus sitting shaky
          but proud at the head of a table.
          They sit. Gus pours wine with a trembling hand.

                                             AURORA
                    You look magnificent.

                                             GUS

                                       (TO JIM)
                    Ladies love the dress blues.
                        (to both of them)
                    Thanks for coming. Sorry to run out
                    today, but I didn't have a lot of
                    time, and there was a lot to do.
          He sips his wine. Jim and Aurora watch with concern.

                                             JIM
                    How you feeling?

                                             GUS
                    Fine, fine.

                                             AURORA
                    Gus, just because some stupid machine
                    says there's no cure...

                                             GUS
                    State-of-the-art machine, Aurora.
                    Anyway, I can feel it happening.

                                             AURORA
                    But you just got here. It's barely
                    been a week.
          He takes her hand.

                                             GUS
                    No point counting the days.

                                                                 105.

                         

                         

                         

          XANADU - LATER
          Their dinners are nearly done. Gus pours more wine. He's in
          the middle of a tale of adventure.

                                             GUS
                    A pure oxygen environment is about as
                    dangerous a place as you can be. A
                    steel pipe will burn in pure O2. And
                    there I am with a hammer, trying to
                    close this valve and stop the oxygen
                    flow, when one spark will kill us
                    all. But the thing is, O2 makes you
                    punchy. So I can't stop laughing. And
                    then the guys behind me start in, and
                    soon everybody's going. Captain's
                    giggling like a girl. The Navigator
                    pissed his pants laughing.
          Jim and Aurora laugh. But pain contorts Gus's face. He grips
          the table with white knuckles. And nobody's laughing anymore.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    This is happening fast. I got some
                    things for you. Come with me.

                         

          DECK FOUR - STARBOARD E.V.A. ROOM
          On a table at the edge of the plaza, a small pile of objects
          waits. Gus stops beside them. Turns to Jim and Aurora.

                                             GUS
                    I went through the ship's manuals and
                    made notes wherever there was
                    something special you should know.
                    These should keep you straight. In a
                    few days the Diagnostic Computer will
                    show you what needs fixing.
          He takes his shipcard from around his neck. Hands it to Jim.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    This'll get you anywhere you need to
                    go. Questions?

                                             JIM
                    Why are we standing by the airlock?

                                             AURORA
                    Oh, God! Gus, no!

                                                                   106.

                         

                         

                                             GUS
                    Got no choice about going. But I can
                    decide how to go, and I'm going out
                    on my own two feet.

                                             JIM

                                       (SHOCKED)
                    Are you sure about this?

                                             GUS
                    If you knew how this feels, Jimbo,
                    you wouldn't ask me to stay.
          Gus extends a hand to Aurora. She throws her arms around him.

                                             AURORA
                    Gus. I can't stand it. There's got to
                    be some other way. Don't do this.
          Gus gently frees himself from her arms.

                                             GUS

                                       (TENDERLY)
                    It's all right, Aurora. It's all
                    right.
          Gus turns to Jim. They clasp hands. Slap each other's
          shoulders in a rough embrace.

                                             GUS (CONT'D)
                    Jim. Fix the ship.

                                                JIM
                    Yes, sir.

                                             GUS
                    And take care of each other.
          Gus turns and opens the airlock. He straightens, squares his
          shoulders, and steps inside. Turns to face them.

                                                GUS (CONT'D)
                    All right.
          Aurora covers her mouth. Jim raises a hand in stunned
          farewell. The airlock door closes. Red lights flash.
          Through the porthole they see Gus look out into space.
          Then the outer door slams open and a blast of air shoots Gus
          out among the stars. His body lost in the infinite night.
          Aurora steps into Jim's arms. Lays her head on his chest. For
          a moment he holds her. Then she pushes him gently back. Meets
          his eyes sadly.

                                                                         107.

                         

                         
                Jim watches her walk away.

                         

                INT. GRAND CONCOURSE - DAY

                Arthur polishes glasses, chipper as ever. A SWEEPER ROBOT
                passes on its daily errands.

                         

                FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
                Aurora slouches in her writing chair, staring into space - a
                picture of sorrow.

                         

                SUBDECK C - MACHINE SHOP
                Jim sits motionless at his workbench, brooding.
                A CLATTER rouses him.
                Jim's little pet robot is banging its head against the wall,
                emitting beeps of distress. Jim frowns.

                         

                               ROBOTICS CENTER
                Jim walks in.   Everywhere robots bunch and stumble.
                A pair of sweeper robots fight to enter the same recharging
                niche. They trip up a procession of gangly window washers -
                who stumble into a parade of robot waiters.
                Chaos spreads. The robots' clockwork perfection upset.

                         

                               CAFETERIA
                Aurora draws a glass of orange juice and gets green sludge.
                Dials for toast and gets two slices of charcoal.

                         

                COMMAND DECK - DIAGNOSTIC CENTER
                Aurora enters. The Diagnostic Computer's console is no longer
                dark: it's a sea of green and red lights. A lot of red.
                The computer's screen reads "Diagnostic Complete." It
                displays a long list of error messages.
          271   Aurora stares in horror at the red lights.                  271
                Jim enters behind her. Takes in the bad news.

                                                                   108.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA
                    There's trouble everywhere.
                    Atmosphere systems, water systems,
                    waste systems, robot control.

                                             JIM
                        (under his breath)
                    What's happening?
          Aurora goes to the worktable: its surface displays the
          diagnostic report. Thousands of faults and failures.

                                             AURORA
                    It started two years ago. Thirty
                    years with no trouble, then forty-
                    seven failures in a single day.
                        (reading the list)
                    Structural concussion.
                    System overvoltage.
                    Transient pressure anomaly.
                    Circuit reset, conduit 12.
                    Sync failure, hibernation pod 1498.

                                             JIM
                    Pod 1498? That's me!

                                             AURORA
                    Whatever happened that day woke you
                    up.
          She pulls up a graph of failures over time: A trickle of
          breakdowns that swells into a torrent.

                                             JIM
                    Ever since then, more and more
                    failures. Faster and faster.

                                             AURORA
                    How do we find out what's going on?

                                             JIM
                    We start at the beginning. The
                    breakdowns from the day I woke up.
          Aurora brings up a map of the ship on the display. Red
          markers blink on the map.

                                             AURORA
                    They're all on Deck One.

                         

          DECK FOUR - AFT FIREWALL
          An armored hatch leads to the Engine Room.

                                                                 109.

                         

                         
          Jim wears his tool belt. Aurora carries a flashlight. Each of
          them carries one of Gus's manuals.
          Jim swipes Gus's crew card and the hatch opens. They go in.

                         

          ENGINE COMPARTMENT - UPPER LEVEL
          A huge space spanning multiple decks at the rear of the ship.
          Here the real heart of the Excelsior throbs in the dark.
          Jim and Aurora emerge into a humming electrical station. Jim
          peers at gauges.

                                             JIM
                    Power Converter seems okay.

                                             AURORA
                    The failures are all below us.

                         

          ENGINE COMPARTMENT - MIDDLE LEVEL
          A huge sphere 120 feet across dominates the compartment.
          Signs read: CAUTION - FUSION REACTOR. A deep RUMBLE.
          Jim and Aurora descend beside the reactor on a spiral stair.
          They emerge onto a catwalk at the reactor's equator and walk
          around the sphere.

                         

          REACTOR CONTROL ROOM
          Jim cards open a door labeled "REACTOR CONTROL ROOM." Red
          light pours out. They enter.

                                             JIM & AURORA

                                       (TOGETHER)
                    Don't touch anything.
          Banks of control panels - but Jim and Aurora have eyes only
          for the windows into the reactor's heart.
          Inside the reactor is a caged sun: an orb of fire hanging in
          space. Loops and tongues of flame leap from its surface.
          It roars like a forest fire.

                                             AURORA
                    It's beautiful.

                                             JIM
                    Scares the hell out of me.

                                             AURORA
                    What keeps it in?

                                                                110.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    Gravity. The gravity plant gives us
                    weight. Propels the ship. And it
                    contains the fusion reaction. All one
                    system.
          Aurora watches Jim as he walks among the consoles, studying
          the instruments.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    Not much trouble here. A couple of
                    computers running hot.

                                             AURORA
                    The cluster of failures is still one
                    level down.

                         

          ENGINE COMPARTMENT - LOWER LEVEL
          Jim and Aurora emerge from an elevator. They come to a door
          marked CENTRAL COMPUTING.

                                             AURORA
                    This should be it.
          Jim cards the door with Gus's shipcard. The lock flashes a
          red light and stays closed.

                                             JIM
                    Gus's card should open any door.

                                             AURORA
                        (flipping through her manual)
                    Let me try an override code.
          She squeezes past Jim. Taps at the door's keypad. Jim peers
          through the narrow window in the door.

                                             JIM
                    Wait a sec, maybe there's a reason
                    the door...
          The light flashes green.
          The door begins to slide open.
          A HOWLING WIND sucks Aurora against the crack in the door.
          She screams. Jim grabs at her. A hurricane drags her inside.

                         

          CENTRAL COMPUTER FACILITY
          Aurora tumbles into the room and smashes into a column. She
          clings in the gale-force wind, grimacing in pain.

                                                                 111.

                         

                         
          There's a RAGGED HOLE punched in the hull. Outside, stars
          burn in the vacuum of space. A tornado of escaping air
          screams out through the hole.
          Red lights flash. Claxons sound. The door begins to close.
          Jim pulls a HAMMER from his belt and jams it crossways in the
          doorway, propping open the door. The door's motors whine.
          Jim dives inside. Skids to a stop beside Aurora. Pulls her
          loose from the column and shoves her toward the door,
          fighting the wind.
          Aurora scrambles through the doorway. Jim tries to follow -
          but the hammer suddenly bends and springs out of the doorway.
          The door slams: Aurora outside, Jim in the airless room.
          The last of the atmosphere flashes away into space.
          Aurora screams and pounds on the other side of the door. But
          Jim hears only his own thudding heartbeat.
          The last air leaves Jim's lungs in a silent shout, vapor
          whipping away between his teeth.
          He spins. Scans the room desperately.

                         

          OUTSIDE THE DOOR
          Aurora re-enters the override code. But the code is denied.
          She drops to her knees. Scans frantically through her manual.

                         

          IN THE AIRLESS ROOM
          Jim rips open a wide metal drawer built into the wall. It's
          full of computer components: Jim sweeps them onto the floor.

                         

          OUTSIDE THE DOOR
          Aurora tears open an instrument panel beside the door,
          revealing a yellow emergency button marked "PURGE." She flips
          back the safety catch and slams the button.

                         

          IN THE AIRLESS ROOM
          White jets of compressed air blast from the ceiling, turning
          the room into a whirling tornado of debris.
          Jim clings for his life, gulping air as flying fragments
          batter him.

                                                                   112.

                         

                         
          The wind tears him from his handholds and hurls him toward
          the jagged hole in the hull.
          He falls ACROSS THE HOLE. Metal fangs inches from his body.
          He strains to avoid being speared or sucked out into space.
          The air jets stop. The wind dies as the air escapes.
          Jim lunges back to the open drawer. Pulls the LASER CUTTER
          from his tool belt and cuts the entire drawer free.
          He turns back, holding the metal DRAWER like a shield - and
          staggers, half fainting.

                         

          OUTSIDE THE DOOR
          Aurora sees Jim falter. Slams the PURGE button again.

                         

          IN THE AIRLESS ROOM
          Compressed air blasts into the room, renewing the windstorm.
          Jim rides the wind, sliding across the steel deck and
          SLAMMING the steel drawer across the hole in the hull.
          Air screams away through the gaps.
          Jim lunges to an emergency locker and pulls out an epoxy
          foamer - a steel canister like a fire extinguisher. He aims
          it at the hole in the hull and pulls the trigger.
          ORANGE FOAM blasts out, stiffening into a hard plastic. Jim
          buries the steel drawer and the hull breach in foam.
          His eyes flutter closed. Starved of oxygen, he falls limp.

                         

          OUTSIDE THE DOOR
          Aurora hits the PURGE button. White jets of air blast into
          the sealed room. The pressure comes up. The door slides open.

                         

          CENTRAL COMPUTER FACILITY
          Aurora dashes in. Falls to her knees beside Jim. Takes his
          pulse. Listens for breath: he's not breathing. She presses
          her mouth over his and blows air into his lungs.
          After a moment Jim coughs. He opens bloodshot eyes. She props
          his head on her knee.

                                             AURORA
                    Jim. Are you okay?

                                                                 113.

                         

                         
          Jim breathes deeply. Blinks his eyes.

                                             JIM
                    I think I'm all right.
                        (his eyes go wide)
                    Look.
          In the center of the room a round column houses the CORE
          COMPUTER. There's a CRATER blasted in the machine.

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    That's the core computer.
          Jim hauls himself to his feet, leaning on Aurora. He
          approaches the blasted computer. Reaches into the hole.
          Strains. A CREAK...and Jim pulls a melon-sized METEOR from
          the crater. An orb of pitted metal.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - DIAGNOSTIC CENTER
          Jim and Aurora sit at the worktable. The meteor sits between
          them on the table.

                                               JIM
                    A meteor.

                                               AURORA
                    A rock.
          They stare at the meteor: the cause of it all.
          A BEEP: on the Diagnostic Computer's console, more green
          lights turn red. New errors pop up on the diagnostic report.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    I don't get it. This thing hit down
                    on Deck One. But there are failures
                    everywhere.

                                             JIM

                                       (A BRAINSTORM)
                    The computers are networked. Ever
                    since the core computer got blown
                    away, all the other computers must
                    have been carrying the load. Running
                    at full capacity around the clock for
                    two years. They're burning out.

                                             AURORA
                    And every computer that burns out
                    increases the load on the others.

                                                                  114.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    Yeah. The breakdown accelerates. If
                    we don't stop it, the whole ship will
                    go down.

                                             AURORA
                    I'm trapped on a sinking ship?

                                             JIM
                    Gus said there's spares for
                    everything. If we replace the core
                    computer, it'll pick up the load. The
                    burnouts will stop.
          Another BEEP. Another green light turns red.

                                               AURORA
                    Let's go.

                         

          SUBDECK A - SHIP'S STORES
          Jim pilots his golf cart at breakneck speed through the cargo
          racks. Aurora rides shotgun, reading an electronic map.

                                             AURORA
                    Two more rows, then left!
          The cart squeals around a corner.

                         

          CENTRAL COMPUTER FACILITY
          Aurora buries the hull breach in another layer of epoxy foam.
          Jim wrestles a massive crate off the golf cart's cargo deck.
          Wearily uncrates the replacement computer.

                         

          CENTRAL COMPUTER FACILITY - LATER
          Aurora inspects the replacement core computer, a manual in
          her hands. The pages she's consulting are covered with Gus's
          handwritten notes.
          Jim sits on the floor with another manual. Cables and
          connectors lie around him on the floor.

                                             AURORA
                    First you connect the data bus, then
                    the sync cable, then bridge the power
                    and backup power...you're supposed to
                    run a startup checklist, but Gus made
                    a note. He says you can skip straight
                    to power-up as long as you...

                                             (MORE)

                                                                    115.

                                                   AURORA (CONT'D)

                                             (FROWNING)
                       Jim!
          Jim is nodding off over his manual. He looks up, blinking.

                                                AURORA (CONT'D)
                       You need to sleep. We can't make
                       mistakes here.

                                                JIM

                                          (GROGGY)
                       I'm fine.

                                                AURORA
                       You just got sucked into outer space.
                       Take a break.

                         

          ELITE DECK - BERLIN SUITE - NIGHT
          Jim lies asleep in trousers and T-shirt, dead to the world.

                         

          DECK NINE - AURORA'S CABIN - DAWN
          Aurora wakes. Rolls out of bed.

                         

          COMMAND DECK - DIAGNOSTIC CENTER - DAY
          Aurora sips coffee. Surveys the Diagnostic Computer's warning
          lights. Turns to stare thoughtfully at the meteor itself.
          She exits.
          The console flickers. A green light turns red. And another.
          The pattern of red lights spreads like a bloodstain.

                         

          ELITE DECK - BERLIN SUITE
          Jim still lies sleeping. He hasn't moved a muscle. Aurora
          looks in on him, and slips quietly away.

                         

          DECK TWO - SWIMMING POOL
          In a bathing suit, Aurora dives into the pool, cleaving the
          water cleanly and striking out in a crawl stroke.
          She reaches the end of the lane. Kick-turns and swims back...
               ...and the gravity cuts out.
          The water heaves itself into weird humps and tentacles.
          Aurora flounders in the weightless water.

                                                                    116.

                         

                         

                         

          BERLIN SUITE (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Sound asleep, Jim floats weightless from his bed, his blanket
          billowing. He touches the ceiling.
          His eyes open. He shouts in astonishment.
          Gus' crew card floats in front of him. He grabs it. His
          blanket snarls around him: he struggles to free himself.

                         

          SWIMMING POOL (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Rippling masses of water float everywhere, dividing and
          merging. There is no surface. There is no up.
          In the middle of this chaos, Aurora is trying not to drown.
          A truck-sized blob of water swallows her up.
          Inside the jiggling mass she struggles, running out of air.
          She gathers herself. Lunges through the water. Shoots out of
          the blob, gasping for breath.
          She drifts within reach of a railing and grabs hold.

                         

          BERLIN SUITE (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Jim braces himself in a corner of the ceiling. Spots his tool
          belt floating in mid-air.
          He dives through the air, snags his tool belt on the way, and
          opens the door.

                                             JIM
                    Aurora!

                         

          ELITE DECK - ELITE PROMENADE (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Jim emerges from a corridor onto the promenade: airborne,
          propelling himself from one handhold to the next.
          He's barefoot in trousers and undershirt, his toolbelt around
          his waist. Gus's shipcard around his neck.

                              AURORA (O.S.)
                    Jim!
          In the middle of the atrium, Aurora drifts mid-air, far from
          any handhold. She wears a damp shirt over her bathing suit.

                                             JIM
                    What are you doing?

                                                                 117.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA

                                       (EXASPERATED)
                    I'm drifting helplessly.

                                             JIM
                    We've got to get you down. The
                    gravity might come back on.
          Aurora hadn't thought of that. She looks down fearfully.
          Jim swings over the railing. Braces his feet. Takes aim.

                                             AURORA
                    Whoa. Hey. Let's talk about this.

                                               JIM
                    Hang on.

                                               AURORA
                    To what?!
          Jim dives at her like Superman. Wraps his arms around her.
          They tumble through space until Jim grabs a railing.

                                               JIM
                    You okay?

                                             AURORA
                    There's no gravity.

                                             JIM
                    Yeah. That's bad.

                                             AURORA
                    Why is there no gravity?

                                              JIM
                    The gravity plant's failing. Internal
                    field goes first. After that the
                    engines die...then the fusion reactor
                    goes nova.

                                             AURORA
                    That is bad.

                                             JIM
                    We've got to get the core computer
                    online. Now.

                         

          ENGINE COMPARTMENT - FUSION REACTOR (ZERO GRAVITY)
          A roar of THUNDER. The caged sun shudders. Tongues of fire
          lick from its surface.

                                                                   118.

                         

                         

                         

          DECK FIVE - CORRIDOR (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Jim and Aurora, getting the hang of it, shoot down a hallway -
          dodging a robot that spins its wheels in the air.

                         

          ENGINE COMPARTMENT - CORE COMPUTER ROOM (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Jim and Aurora float into the room and stare: Jim's golf cart
          and the replacement Core Computer hang tumbling in the air.
          Aurora extends her hand to Jim. He takes her hand, and with
          his other hand grabs a handhold. Aurora floats up and grabs
          the replacement core computer by a cable. A human chain, they
          haul it down to the deck.
          Aurora holds the new computer down. Jim floats up to the
          ruined old computer. Opens latches. Disconnects cables. Eases
          the machine out of the column into the air.
          The room shakes. A deep note in the background falls silent.

                                             JIM
                    The engines just shut down.

                         

          FUSION REACTOR CONTROL ROOM (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Consoles alive with warning lights. The room is bathed with a
          hellish glow: the orb of fire swells and roars.
          A computer burns out with a sputter of flame. The air fills
          with a haze of smoke.

                         

                         FUSION REACTOR
          The caged sun boils and swells. Tentacles of flame graze the
          reactor walls, leaving charred trails.

                         

          CORE COMPUTER ROOM (ZERO GRAVITY)
          Jim and Aurora strain at the replacement computer: it's
          nearly in place. Each shoves with one hand, gripping a
          handhold with the other. Their feet kick in the empty air.
          Red lights flash. A warning klaxon sounds.

                                             ANNOUNCER
                    Reactor failure. Reactor failure.
                    Passengers please remain calm.
          Aurora holds the computer in place, gripping two handholds,
          her shoulder planted against the machine.

                                                                 119.

                         

                         
          Jim floats up, reaches around the computer to connect cables.

                                             JIM
                    Does the data cable go in the "bus"
                    port or the "through" port?

                                             AURORA
                    Bus port! The blue one!
          The ship shudders violently, throwing them from side to side.
          Jim forces one cable after another into their sockets.
          Aurora tires: the computer slides out of place.

                                             JIM
                    Hold it! Hold it!

                                               AURORA
                    Trying!
          She strains. The computer slides back into place.
          Jim closes the last connection. Slips out of the niche and
          lowers the clamps that hold the computer in place.
          He throws the heavy power lever. The lights go out.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR

          A wave of darkness engulfs the ship.

                         

          INT. SUBDECK A - CORE COMPUTER ROOM

          Floating, Jim and Aurora stare at each other in the dark.

                                             AURORA
                    What's happening?

                                             JIM
                    Don't know.
          The core computer flashes to life. The lights come back on.
          So does the gravity. Jim and Aurora slam to the floor. Inches
          away, the old computer plunges down and embeds itself in the
          deck. Across the room the golf cart bounces on its tires.

                         

          INT. FUSION REACTOR

          The orb of fire withdraws its blazing tentacles and dwindles
          to its proper size.

                                                                 120.

                         

                         

                         

          CORE COMPUTER ROOM
          Jim and Aurora lie on the deck, breathing hard. Aurora starts
          to laugh.

                                             JIM
                    What's so funny?

                                             AURORA
                    We're alive!
          The engines rumble back to life.
          A distant, rhythmic sound begins: BOOM-CHAK...BOOM-CHAK...

                         

          DECK TWO - PROMENADE
          Jim and Aurora walk wearily.

                                             JIM
                    We have to replace the other burned-
                    out computers. But we have time.
          Aurora slides her arm around his waist.

          BOOM-CHAK...BOOM-CHAK...

                                             JIM (CONT'D)
                    What is that sound?
          Aurora stiffens, looking over his shoulder. Outside the
          window, a hibernation pod spins into view. A woman inside.

                                                AURORA
                           (finding her voice)
                    Jim!
          He turns. Stares in shock as more pods drift past the window.

                         

                         HIBERNATION BAY
          Jim and Aurora sprint into the facility. The sound is loud
          here: BOOM-CHAK...BOOM-CHAK...
          It's the sound of hibernation pods being ejected. The wave of
          ejections marches down an aisle: one pod after another
          disappearing into the ceiling.
          Jim rushes to a CONSOLE. Scans the display.

                                             JIM
                    The hibernation system rebooted. It
                    thinks the ship's in port. It's
                    ejecting the empty pods.

                                                                    121.

                         

                         

                                             AURORA

                                       (HORRIFIED)
                    They're not empty.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR

          The ship leaves a trail of glowing hibernation pods.

                         

          INT. HIBERNATION BAY

          Jim slides to a halt in front of a hibernation pod. Pulls a
          power driver from his belt and removes the cover panel.
          Aurora arrives on his heels. Watches as he works.
          An ominous sound approaches. BOOM-CHAK...BOOM-CHAK... The
          wave of ejections advances down their row.

                                                AURORA
                    Hurry.

                                                JIM
                    I see it.
          He's not fast enough. The pod slides up and out of sight.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR

          The pods Jim was working on tumbles out into space.

                         

          INT. CREW HIBERNATION FACILITY

          Jim slams into the facility at a dead run. Scans the crew
          hibernation pods. Picks one and goes to work.
          Aurora enters. Looks at the man inside the hibernation pod: a
          stern fellow with a bristling gray beard.

                                             AURORA
                    Who's that?

                                             JIM
                    The Captain.
          The sounds of the ejection wave come closer. Boom-chak.

                                             AURORA
                    You don't have much time.

                                                JIM
                    I know.

                                                                   122.

                         

                         
          BOOM-CHAK! A crewman's pod vanishes into the ceiling on the
          opposite side. The ejections march down the row.

                                                  AURORA
                       Go go go!
          The wave of ejections reaches the end of the facility and
          marches back on Jim's side.

                                                  JIM
                       Got it!
          The hibernation pod hums to life.
          Inside, the Captain opens his eyes. He stares in astonishment
          at the first thing he sees: Aurora, in her bathing suit and
          shirt, a disheveled angel.

          BOOM-CHAK!
          The pod beside the Captain's shoots out of sight. He sees it.
          Looks at Aurora in alarm. Reaches out, his hand spread flat
          on the glass.
          She reaches back, her hand matching his.
          The Captain's pod rises through the ceiling and vanishes. Jim
          roars in frustration. Aurora leaps back with a cry of horror.

                         

          DECK NINE - AFT OBSERVATION DECK
          Jim and Aurora stare out the windows. In the ship's wake,
          five thousand pods glitter like diamonds. The cloud of pods
          dispersing as they watch.
          Stricken, Aurora walks away.
          Jim watches her go, then turns back to the window, looking
          out at the tumbling sparks.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR

          The starship recedes, leaving five thousand pods in its wake.

                                                        FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: TWO WEEKS LATER

                         

          INT. COMMAND DECK - DIAGNOSTIC CENTER - DAY

          Jim stands at the Diagnostic Computer. The indicator light
          panel is a sea of green. Only a few red lights remain.
          Aurora enters.

                                                                 123.

                         

                         

                                             JIM
                    That's the last of the burned out
                    processors. When it reboots we should
                    be all green.

                                             AURORA
                    Can we talk?

                         

          FORWARD OBSERVATION DECK
          Aurora's writing couch. Jim and Aurora sit facing each other.
          Aurora gathers her thoughts. Takes a deep breath.

                                             AURORA
                    You know, if it wasn't for you waking
                    me up, I'd be drifting out in space
                    right now with the others. And if
                    you'd never awakened, the whole ship
                    would have been lost while we slept.
          Jim shakes his head at the tangle of it.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    But no matter how we got here, the
                    fact is that we're here. All I know
                    is, when I have a good idea, you're
                    the person I want to tell. When I
                    wake up in the morning, I wish you
                    were there. When I look at you, I
                    just see Jim. And I miss him.
          Jim looks at her, moved and caught off-guard.

                                             JIM
                    I've missed you too.

                                             AURORA
                    I don't want to be angry anymore. I
                    can't be. We've come through too
                    much. No matter what you've done...
                    the fact is, I love you.
          Jim reaches out and takes her hand. She watches him
          intertwine his fingers with hers.
          Aurora gazes out at the stars - the endless shining sky that
          enfolds them. She looks at Jim and smiles.

                                             AURORA (CONT'D)
                    Hell of a life.
          Jim meets her eyes.

                                             JIM
                    Hell of a life.

                                                                    124.

                         

                         
          She climbs into his lap, and they kiss. A kiss with a year's
          frustration behind it. A kiss that matters.

                         

          EXT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR - STARBOARD AIRLOCK - DAY

          The airlock opens with a gust of air. Jim emerges in a space
          suit - followed by Aurora.

                         

          ATOP THE SHIP
          They walk toward the bow, stars reflected in their visors.

                         

          AT THE BOW
          They sit side by side. Aurora takes Jim's hand.
          They lean together, helmets touching, and look together into
          the blue stars of their future.

                                                     FADE TO BLACK.

                         

          SUPER: EIGHTY-EIGHT YEARS LATER

                         

          EXT. HOMESTEAD II - CAPITAL LANDING FIELD - DAWN

          An orange sun rises over green hills. In the foreground the
          roofs of Homestead II's capital city glow in the dawn.
          At the city's edge, timeworn spacecraft sit on their landing
          gear around a grassy landing field.
          Colonists gather. They watch the sky expectantly...
          A new star shines on the horizon.
          The star grows into a white starship gleaming in the sun. The
          Excelsior sweeps over the field with a rumble of engines.
          The ship's hull is scorched and abraded from its cosmic
          crossing. But the lights shine, the engines throb, the
          landing gear receive the weight of the ship.
          The starship's gangway lowers. The doors open.
          CHILDREN run down the gangway. Children of all ages, of all
          races. Twenty of them, thirty. They point at the sun, at the
          clouds, laughing, wide-eyed in wonder.
          We move up the gangway, through the disembarking passengers.
          Behind the children: Teenagers. Adults in smaller numbers as
          they grow older. Finally a handful of gray-haired elders.

                                                                    125.

                         

                         

                         

          INT. STARSHIP EXCELSIOR - GRAND CONCOURSE

          Transformed by the wear and tear of a century's habitation.
          Paths worn into floors, furniture repaired or re-purposed.
          We move past vegetable gardens. Battered sweeper robots water
          the plantings. Window-washers till the soil.
          The OAK TREE towers a hundred feet tall over the Concourse.
          Its branches brush the skylight far above.
          We move past walls decorated with murals and carvings.
          At the Concourse Bar, Arthur is slicing vegetables. His
          timeworn uniform mended by hand.
          At the aft end of the Concourse, a high wall. Here a long
          list of dates is inscribed. The last date is the ship's
          landfall on Homestead II; the first, Jim's awakening. In
          between: an accelerating tally of births, deaths, marriages,
          catastrophes and achievements...a century of shipboard life.
          At the base of the wall we find a table like an altar, where
          a collection of artifacts is displayed:
          The meteor pried from the Excelsior's heart.
          Gus's worn shipcard, his picture still visible.
          A beautiful hand-bound book. In the Blink of an Eye: Our
          Lives Between the Stars, by Aurora Dunn. Beneath these
          printed words, a handwritten dedication: For Jim.
          In the center of it all, in the place of honor: the photo
          strip of Jim and Aurora from their first date.
          They laugh. They clown. She kisses him.
          Aurora looks into the camera's eye.
          Jim looks at Aurora.

                                                            FADE OUT.

                                                            THE END.

                          


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Writers :   Jon Spaihts
Genres :   Drama  Romance  Sci-Fi


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