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Interstellar

script-cinema - Kip Thorne , Christopher Nolan , Jonathan Nolan , Lynda Obst

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Movie Release Date : November 2014

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Publié par	script-cinema
Publié le	01 mars 2008
Nombre de lectures	788
Licence :	En savoir + Paternité, pas d'utilisation commerciale, partage des conditions initiales à l'identique
Langue	English

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INTERSTELLAR

Written by

Jonathan Nolan

Story by

Jonathan Nolan, Kip Thorne & Lynda Obst

March 12 2008

SPACE.

But not the dark lonely corner of it we're used to. This is a glittering inferno -- the center of a distant galaxy.

Suddenly, something TEARS past at incredible speed: a NEUTRON STAR. It SMASHES headlong through everything it encounters... planets, stars. Can anything stop this juggernaut?

Yes. Something looms at the heart of the galaxy, hidden inside the blinding starlight, a dark flaw in the fabric of existence itself: a BLACK HOLE.

The neutron star is pulled into the black hole's swirl, spiraling closer and closer to destruction. Finally, it contacts the hole's edge and EXPLODES.

The EXPLOSION is so powerful that it sends shock waves into the fabric of space-time itself. We ride one of these waves, racing back out from the black hole.

Suddenly, a portion of the wave disappears down a crystal- like hole, emerging in a much darker region of the universe -- a backwater that, as the wave races past a giant red planet with a distinctive eye, we recognize as our own.

The wave, now just an infinitesimal ripple, finally reaches our blue planet. It drops into our atmosphere over North America, toward the high desert east of the Cascades, and through the roof of a nondescript warehouse.

The wave tickles the atoms in the steel shell of a vacuum chamber, then dances a tiny jig with a laser beam reflected in a heavy piece of glass.

The wave shoots back out of the building and disappears in the fractal branches of a tumbleweed resting against a concrete tube that stretches for miles in the desert.

An SUV speeds past the tumbleweed and we follow it till it parks at another plain-looking building at the opposite end of the tube. A MAN climbs out of the SUV.

INT. CONTROL ROOM, WAREHOUSE -- DAY

The man lets himself into a large room that looks like Mission Control. He pours himself a cup of coffee. It is the weekend and the place is empty. No one has been there to see the displays flashing a distinctive shape -- a pulse followed by a series of echoes.

The man looks up at the screen, then DROPS his cup of coffee.

CUT TO: 2.

INT. LIGO OFFICES, CALTECH, PASADENA -- DAY

The Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory headquarters at Caltech is a frenzy of activity. POSTDOCS and RESEARCHERS huddle around monitors and printouts, arguing.

ANSEN, 60s, the director of LIGO, walks through the frenzy. A postdoc hands him a printout: a pulse followed by echoes.

INT. LIGO DIRECTOR'S OFFICE, CALTECH -- DAY

Ansen steps into the relative calm of a large, sunlit office, which overlooks a grassy stretch of Caltech's campus.

His ASSISTANT, 30s, is on the phone, on hold. He looks up at Ansen as he enters.

ASSISTANT

I'm on hold with the INS. (COVERS MICROPHONE) Don't you think we should double check the triangulation before we CALL ANYBODY-

ANSEN

We have double checked it.

Someone finally picks up the line.

ASSISTANT

Yes. I'm trying to reach- (pause, listens) No, I don't think you understand how serious this is. (PAUSE) Because if you did, we'd be having this conversation in person.

He listens for a moment, then hangs up the phone, confused.

ANSEN

What did they say?

ASSISTANT

They said we should look out the window.

Ansen steps to the window and looks out:

In the courtyard below, coeds are scrambling to get out of the way as a military helicopter sets down in the middle of the quad and dozens of ARMED FEDERAL AGENTS converge on his building. 3.

INT. MAIN CONFERENCE ROOM, LIGO, CALTECH -- DAY

Ansen sits, alone, on one side of a conference table.

The other side is filled with GOVERNMENT MEN -- NSA mostly, some DIA. The door opens and his assistant steps in. Armed guards pat him down, then shove him into a seat.

ANSEN

Is that really necessary?

One of the NSA agents leans forward.

NSA AGENT

You've been complaining for years that the government doesn't take your project seriously enough, Doctor. (SMILES) You can't have it both ways.

Ansen motions to his assistant, who turns on a projector. On-screen, we see the familiar pulse and echoes.

ANSEN

Yesterday morning, our facility in Hanford identified this signal: a neutron star colliding with a supermassive black hole. We went through the last year's data and triangulated the source.

The pulse is translated into a crude animatic of a neutron star circling into the black hole.

NSA AGENT

We know that, Doctor. What we don't know is why, according to your numbers, this event took place right here in our own solar system.

Suddenly, the image overlays the sun, the earth, and the rest of our solar system around the black hole.

ANSEN

It didn't. Because if it had we'd all be dead by now.

On-screen, Jupiter, then the Earth and the inner planets are consumed by the black hole. Only the sun survives, pulled into orbit around its new master.

ANSEN (CONT'D)

Which leaves only one explanation: The signal traveled through a (MORE) 4.

ANSEN (CONT'D)

wormhole. A gateway to a distant corner of the universe. The black hole is on the far side.

On-screen, the black hole system is removed to a distant corner, connected to ours by a tunnel through space-time. A gravity wave from the collision travels through the tunnel.

NSA AGENT

I've read your book, Doctor. You said that wormholes are impossible.

ANSEN

There is nothing quite as satisfying as being proved utterly wrong. (SMILES) I said that a wormhole couldn't exist naturally. Not for more than a few billionths of a second. It would have to be... stabilized.

NSA AGENT

Stabilized by what?

Ansen pauses, unsure. His assistant steps in to his defense.

ASSISTANT

We don't have any way to answer that question.

NSA AGENT

(IGNORES HIM)

You're not under peer review here, Doctor. I don't care about your reputation. I need to know how that thing got there. Now.

Ansen finally speaks up.

ANSEN

If you're worried about an invasion, I would start drafting the articles of surrender. (SMILES) Whoever they are, if they can build a wormhole, they could erase us in the blink of an eye. Luckily, that also means we have nothing they could be interested in.

NSA AGENT

Then why is it there? 5.

ANSEN

I don't know. Maybe it's an invitation. A chance to commune with an advanced species.

The assistant, embarrassed, looks down. The agent notices.

NSA AGENT

You don't agree?

ASSISTANT

(DELICATE)

No. I don't think we can assume an alien intelligence built the wormhole. (CHANGES TACK) But the opportunity it represents is incredible. We could explore parts of the universe we never dreamt of reaching in our lifetimes.

The agent exchanges a look with one of his colleagues, who steps out of the room.

ANSEN

We need to get back to work. I have a conference call with our European partners in fifteen minutes.

NSA AGENT

We severed the connections to your European partners this morning.

ANSEN

(INDIGNANT)

You can't do that. The Europeans put up some of the funding...

GOVERNMENT MAN

We'll send them a check. (STANDS) Your project is now classified under the State Secrets Act.

He steps out the door, leaving the men alone. The assistant, outraged, turns back to his boss.

ASSISTANT

They can't keep this a secret. You know that. Sooner or later...

The younger man looks down, embarrassed, as he notices that tears are rolling down the older man's cheeks. 6.

ANSEN

I don't care about that. I've spent my whole life being afraid we would wipe ourselves out before this moment arrived. We've made so many mistakes, I wasn't sure we'd make it...

The assitant realizes that the old man is weeping for joy. Relief.

ANSEN (CONT'D)

But this will change everything. Fifty years from now, nothing will be the same.

The older man looks at the simulation on the screen of the tiny link between our galaxy and another.

FADE TO BLACK

EXT. CORNFIELD, CENTRAL CALIFORNIA -- DAY

Corn. As far as the eye can see.

SUPER TITLE: "FIFTY YEARS LATER"

A large old diesel tour bus is parked by the side of a dirt road, smoke pouring out of its open hood. A dozen MEN in BASEBALL UNIFORMS are standing around the front of the bus.

A battered PICKUP pulls up, and a MAN, 30s, gets out, leaving his two SONS in the car. This is COOPER. He joins the ballplayers staring at the lifeless diesel engine.

BALLPLAYER

Seized up on us.

COOPER

Long way to come by bus. I thought you guys would have a plane.

BALLPLAYER

We did. Ran out of parts for it. You know anything about diesels?

COOPER

A little.

Cooper steps to the engine compartment.

The ballplayer notices Cooper's two boys, TOM, 15, and MURPH, 10, watching them. He wanders over. 7.

BALLPLAYER

You think your dad's going to be able to help us out?

Murph, a filth-encrusted kid with a black eye, smiles at the ballplayer.

MURPH

My dad can fix anything. (WRY SMILE) Except maybe your fastball.

The ballplayer frowns: smartass kid.

After a moment under the hood, Cooper signals to the driver, who tries the engine. It turns over once, then STARTS.

BALLPLAYER

Sure appreciate the help.

COOPER

(SHRUGS)

You don't make it, my boys won't get to see you lose.

The ballplayers load up into the bus and as it pulls away, we can see the logo painted across the back of the bus for the first time:

WORLD FAMOUS NEW YORK YANKEES

EXT. SPACE, NEAR EARTH ORBIT

Earth spins, lazily. From this height, it looks much the same as it has done for thousands of years.

Suddenly, a tiny black object appears, racing toward Earth.

The object SMASHES into a large satellite and races onward. Behind it, the satellite spins out of orbit in a cloud of fragments.

EXT. BASEBALL STADIUM -- NIGHT

An old minor league stadium. The stands are barely halfway full. Cooper, his boys, and Cooper's father-in-law, DONALD, 60s, have a row to themselves behind the dugout.

Murph offers his grandpa some popcorn.

DONALD

Popcorn at a ball game is unnatural. I want a hot dog. 8.

MURPH

(CONFUSED)

What's a hot dog?

Suddenly, play stops on the field below as the players and fans look up at the night sky:

A bright blue streak is tearing across it. It's beautiful.

TOM

Is that a comet, Dad?

COOPER

(shakes his head)

Satellite. Big one. Probably Chinese.

Everyone watches the fireworks as the satellite burns up in the upper atmosphere.

After a moment, play resumes -- it's a pretty show, but everyone has seen it plenty of times before.

Down on the field, the Dodgers' catcher misses an easy pop fly and the Yankees load the bases. Donald looks disgusted.

INT. COOPER'S TRUCK -- NIGHT

Cooper guides his truck along a potholed road. His father- in-law is riding shotgun; the boys are sleeping in the back.

DONALD

Those clowns would get their asses handed to them by the ballplayers I grew up watching.

COOPER

You ruin it for the boys when you talk like that.

DONALD

I'm not doing my grandkids any favors by lying to them. They're growing up watching lousy baseball.

COOPER

They didn't have any baseball at all when I was a kid.

That shuts the old man up for now. They drive on in silence.

CUT TO: 9.

EXT. FARMHOUSE -- MORNING

The sun is gently landing on the horizon, painting the sea of corn around Cooper's modest house gold. Cooper walks out of his house, still eating his breakfast.

Donald is on the porch, looking at a black clouds of smoke in the distance. The neighboring fields are BURNING.

DONALD

Nelson's burning up his crops. Found some of the blight on the okra.

Cooper watches the men walking through the fields, setting fire to the crop.

COOPER

I thought okra wasn't susceptible.

DONALD

(SHRUGS)

Better safe than sorry. (looks at him) You've got to take the boys to school.

COOPER

Something wrong with your truck?

DONALD

(SMILES)

Parent-teacher conference day.

Cooper bends his head in dismay.

DONALD (CONT'D)

Be nice to Murph's teacher. She's single, you know.

COOPER

What does that have to do with anything?

DONALD

We're supposed to be repopulating the earth. Gotta pull your weight. Besides, the boys could do with a woman in their lives.

The boys run out of the house and pile into the truck. Cooper pulls away before Donald can continue.

EXT. ROAD -- DAY

Cooper weaves the car along a dirt road. The kids are arguing over an ancient comic book in the back seat. 10.

Cooper turns around to break it up.

BANG -- one of the tires blows out in a foot-deep pothole.

EXT. ROADSIDE -- DAY

Cooper examines the flattened tire. Looks at his older son.

COOPER

Get the spare, Tom.

TOM

That is the spare.

COOPER

All right. We'll use the patch kit.

He moves to the back of the truck. Murph suddenly looks very glum.

MURPH

I... I think the patch kit might not be there... (off his look) Because I was using it for my bike.

Cooper looks down at the dirt. Sighs.

COOPER

Murph's law.

MURPH

(CONFUSED)

What's that?

Tom snorts with laughter. Turns to his dad.

TOM

The kid doesn't even know what he was named after...

Cooper shoots Tom a look -- enough.

TOM (CONT'D)

Murph's law means what can go wrong will go wrong.

Murph, looking hurt, walks off. Cooper turns to his son.

COOPER

Find something to patch it with.

TOM

How am I supposed to do that? 11.

COOPER

Figure it out. I'm not always going to be here to help you.

Cooper leaves Tom to catch up with his younger son, who is looking out over the river.

MURPH

Is that really why I'm named Murph, dad?

COOPER

Listen to me. Murph's law doesn't mean that. It means what can happen will happen. All kinds of things. Good or bad. And that's the way you want it to be.

MURPH

Why?

COOPER

Because if nothing ever happened to you then you wouldn't learn anything.

Murph is staring off into the distance. He's heard something.

COOPER (CONT'D)

Murph?