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2.
The ALARM doesnt stop. ADAM grabs the switch again, moving
his body to a more powerful stance before flicking the switch
back and forward rapidly. Lots of loud CLICKS. The ALARM
shuts down.
ADAM sighs.
CUT TO:
INT. SPACECRAFT KITCHENETTE - MOMENTS LATER
ADAM goes to the kitchenette. He opens a cupboard and grabs
the first pre-packed meal he can find. He chucks it in the
microwave. He looks at the ground while it whirls around
slowly. The MICROWAVE provides ADAM with a meditative sound
track for his thoughts. He looks over at the pile of pillows
which can be seen through the kitchenettes little doorway.
ADAM
You hungry?
The pillows dont respond. A loud DING rings out as it
finishes. He walks out of the little kitchenette.
ADAM (CONTD)
Good. Not enough for you anyway.
INT. SPACECRAFT BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
ADAM grabs his food and sits it down on the small table.
Underneath the table there is a large stack of RECORDS. He
picks the one off the top of the pile, takes it out of its
sleeve and spins it in between his finger tips. He puts it on
the player and gently rests the needle on top of it. MUSIC
starts playing, ROCK AND ROLL stuff. ADAM moves across the
room to his wall of newspaper clippings, one of which is a
music chart from June 1961, he crosses the album that is
playing now out with a marker from the table. Theres still
another 50 or so albums on the list.
ADAM sits at the table to eat. He eats with an easygoing pace
as he takes in the music. The machines that are beyond the
walls of the room buzz and click softly. Any major influence
they may have had over the sound scape before is drowned out
by the RECORD PLAYER.
The bowl of food is running close to the end. ADAMs fork
scrapes at it over and over picking up the last flakes of
whatevers there. Theyre all bundled together on the fork
when he lifts and shakes it a little, offering it up to the
PILLOW STACK.
No response again. He shrugs and puts the fork in his own
mouth and gets up. He walks back into the kitchenette, fork
in mouth. The room shakes and theres a loud bang. The record
player STOPS as the needle jumps off the record mid song.
3.
The ALARM sounds again. Louder this time and with no pulsing
pattern, its just a constant series of noise. The room still
shakes a little.
ADAM emerges from the kitchenette looking more concerned than
when the last alarm rang. He walks quickly over to the red
switch and flicks it once, but nothing happens. He looks
around, up at the roof and around at the walls. Still shaking
a little bit. He MUTTERS to himself then looks at the PILLOW
STACK. He watches the record still spin on the table without
its needle. The ALARM feels like its getting louder but
its just so constant it sort of builds into your
consciousness so it becomes all you can think about. ADAM
takes a couple of steps towards the bed and gets down on his
hands and knees to look underneath it.
RATTLES of metal and plastic can be heard only faintly under
the sounds of the alarm. ADAM pulls out a toolbox. Its
unorgansied and brimming with tools and bits and bobs. It
rattles even more as he picks it up and carries it out of the
archway that leads to his room. This archway is bigger and
more clearly defined than the one that leads from his ensuite
bathroom.
INT. SPACECRAFT CORRIDOR - DAY
The 60s DECOR is in full swing in the spaceship corridor.
Tiny window holes allow brief glimpses of the dark and starry
sky outside. ADAM bursts into the hallway gathering speed.
The ALARM still rings loudly but it echoes differently in the
hallway, it has more room to move and so it sounds less
alarming. ADAM certainly doesnt look less alarmed though.
The hallway looks rattled, the paint work is wearing away
with age and any details like codes written under the port
hole windows have all well and truly worn away. Gas pipes can
be heard breaking, you can hear the rush of gas and feel it
sometimes through the vents on the ceiling.
The hallway is really long and wraps around in a circle-like
shape. Toolbox still ringing ADAM is picking up his speed. He
slows down only at a doorway. There he slides back a hatch
and types in a four-digit number. Underneath the screeching
ALARM a BOOP that rises towards a crescendo sounds. THe doors
slide open with a metallic woosh.
INT. SPACECRAFT CONTROL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
ADAM enters a window less room that contains upwards of ten
computer screens which feature various readings and graphs.
They sit above a desk with a comfortable chair. A microphone
and a whole manner of technological contraptions are on the
desk in front of him. He sits at the chair and types on the
keyboard. BIG RED LETTERS appear on the screen before his
eyes. COMMUNICATIONS ARRAY DISABLED. JETTISON DEBRIS NOW. 4
MINUTES OF SIGNAL REMAINING.
4.
ADAM
NO. NO. No.
ADAM clicks more on the keyboard. Instead of a short burst as
before, ADAM types for a sustained period. The ALARM has been
switched to a single blast at regular intervals. ADAM flicks
more switches, presses more buttons and pulls more levers.
The ship has stopped its irregular shaking. Suddenly the
screens flicker to all display variations on the same image.
A broken dish on the roof of the ship. ADAM twists to look at
screen after screen, continuing to MUMBLE to himself. More
keyboard clacks as ADAM starts to rewind the video. The video
rushes back in time like a blur before pausing and fast
forwarding but at a slower rate. ADAM finds the point, where
the dish starts to disintegrate. Nothing physically
intervenes with the dish, it spontaneously starts to break
apart.
ADAM rewinds and fasts forward the video a few times. A
familiar BLOOP of the ALARM pulse waking him out of trance.
He spins on his chair and looks around. The crumbling 60s
decor reveals no secrets, it doesnt look remarkably
different to the rest of the ship. Well worn, well lived in
and as well maintained as a simple box of tool can allow it
to be. ADAM kicks the tool box hard, sending tools flying all
over the floor and bumping his chair backward into the desk.
Everything shudders.
ADAM takes a breath and picks up a pair of pliers and a roll
of electrical tape. The roll is nearing the end. He half-runs
to the door again.
INT. SPACECRAFT CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER
ADAM gallops up the corridor. He speeds past the little
windows and a couple of doors, paying little attention to
them. They have labels like GYM and MEDICAL inscribed on the
doors. Suddenly his path turns into an arc and with perfect
timing he turns to face a door at the apex of the semicircle.
Putting the electrical tape roll in his MOUTH and holding the
pliers between his thighs, ADAM starts to pat himself down,
hitting his chest and sides as he frisks himself. On his way
to his backside his right hand bumps a tiny leather wallet
that holds a set of keys. The keys are wrapped in tape
individually. ADAM starts to unwrap one of the keys and tries
it in the lock of the door in front of him. It doesnt work.
He tries the next key, barely still clutching the pliers
between his knees. It doesnt work either. As he unwraps the
next key his knees let go of the pliers and drool starts to
build up around the edges of his mouth as his teeth grip the
tape. THIS KEY WORKS. But the door doesnt pop open straight
away. ADAM puts a shoulder into it and the door springs open
with a solid pop. You can hear a gush of stale air rush by
and the sound of baubles jingling.
5.
6.
ADAM gets down on his hands and knees and starts to BIND them
together with the roll of electrical tape, using the pliers
to pull the cords as tight as he can.
A ROPE OF CHRISTMAS LIGHTS now sits in the hallway, ending at
the ladder. ADAM pulls at the lights several times without
breaking it. ADAM quickly moves to the end of the light rope
and creates a loop. The LIGHT ROPE is now a LIGHT LASOO.
LIGHT LASOO in hand, ADAM climbs the ladder and grabs the
handle on the latch. A WARNING LABEL on the hatch reads
BEWARE: GRAVITISED BUT NOT OXYGENATED WHEN OPEN. ANother sign
just below that one reads HEAT FROM NEARBY SOURCES COULD BE
DANGEROUS SHIELD YOURSELF BEFORE OPENING. ADAM grips the
LIGHT LASOO tighter while with his left hand cracks open the
hatch just a tiny bit. Enough to get the LASOO out the gap.
The sound of the alarm is gone. All sound is in fact gone as
the air gets literally sucked out of the room with a single
slurp. ADAM continues to look through the crack craning his
head back and forth before stopping and watching a specific
point. He has no physiological reaction to the lack of
oxygen. His body only moves briefly because of the gust of
wind. The damaged satellite dish can be seen. Its still
falling apart.
ADAM threads the LIGHT LASOO through the crack. He slowly
gets more and more of it out of the hole and into space.
There is still a gravitational pull to the craft that gives
him a physical control over the loop.
INT. SPACECRAFT CONTROL ROOM
On the monitors a thick green, electrically taped rope of
christmas lights appears from a hatch adjacent to the damaged
dish. It moves around a bit, as more of it comes through the
hole.
INT. SPACECRAFT CORRIDOR
ADAM jiggles the cable now. He gives the cable some longer
pushes, attempting to propel the looped end further towards
the damage.
INT. SPACECRAFT CONTROL ROOM
The monitors show the LASOO edging even closer. The edge of
the LASOO bumping the dish. The rope of lights itself starts
to drop a bit.
7.
8.
SPEAKER VOICE
Adam! Before you go dark we need to
clarify that the mission will still
proceed. You do not need Comms
access to complete the mission.
ADAM
Fuck you! You cant just leave me
here!
SPEAKER VOICE
Youll outlive everybody Adam.
Weve already left you.
The STATIC disappears and with it the voice. The timer ticks
to ZERO and the last of the dish breaks away into space. The
ALARM stops sounding.
A MESSAGE appears on the screen. SORRY. The simple black text
blinks for a few seconds and then disappears. ADAM sits in
the chair, surrounded only by the mechanical pops and twangs
of a spacecraft operating away around him.
INT. SPACECRAFT BEDROOM
A shot of the wall of newspapers. One of them carries the
headline: IMMORTAL TO TAKE GIANT LEAP FOR MAN KIND. ADAM is
in the accompanying picture, handcuffed and forced into a
space craft by gun toting police.