Starring: Sandra Bullock, George Clooney, Ed Harris, Orto Ignatiussen, Paul Sharma, Amy Warren, Basher Savage

OUR RATING: ★★★★★

Story:

Sci-fi thriller drama directed and co-written by Alfonso Cuarón. The story follows medical engineer Dr. Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) on her first shuttle mission, with veteran astronaut Matt Kowalski (George Clooney), helming his last flight before retirement, working on a space station. Then, during a routine spacewalk by the pair, disaster strikes, the shuttle is destroyed, leaving Ryan and Matt stranded in deep space with no link to Earth and no hope of rescue. As fear turns to panic, they realize that the only way home may be to venture further into space.

 

Our Favorite Quote:

‘If you decide to go, then you got to just get on with it. Sit back, enjoy the ride. You got to plant both your feet on the ground and start living life.’- Matt Kowalski (Gravity) Click To Tweet

 

Best Quotes   (Total Quotes: 58)


 

“At 600km above planet Earth the temperature fluctuates between +258 and -148 degrees Fahrenheit. There is nothing to carry sound. No air pressure. No oxygen. Life in space is impossible.”


 

[first lines; we see a space shuttle floating across the earth’s surface, we hear Mission Control speaking with the astronauts working on the shuttle through the radio]
Mission Control: Please verify that the P-1 ATA removal on replacement cap part one and two are complete.
Explorer Captain: DMA M-1, M-2, M-3 and M-4 are complete.
Mission Control: Okay. Copy that, Explorer. Dr. Stone, Houston. Medical is concerned about your ECG readings.
Ryan Stone: I’m fine, Houston.
Mission Control: Well, Medical doesn’t agree, Doc. Are you feeling nauseous?
Ryan Stone: Not any more than usual, Houston. Diagnostics are green. Link to communications card ready for data reception. If this works, when we touch down tomorrow, I’m buying all you guys a round of drinks.
Mission Control: That’s a date, Doctor. Just remember, Houston’s partial to margaritas.


 

Ryan Stone: Booting comms card now. Please confirm link.
Mission Control: That’s a negative, we’re not seeing any data.
Ryan Stone: Standby, Houston, I’m going to reboot the comms card.
Mission Control: Standing by.
Matt Kowalski: Houston, I have a bad feeling about this mission.
Mission Control: Please expand.
Matt Kowalski: Okay, let me tell you a story. It was ’96, I’d been up here for forty-two days. Every time I passed over Texas, I looked down knowing that Mrs. Kowalski was looking up, thinking of me. Six weeks I’m blowing kisses at that woman. Then we land at Edwards and I find out that she’s run off with this lawyer. So, I packed my car, and I headed to…
Mission Control: Tijuana. You’ve told this story, Kowalski. As Houston recalls, she, uh, took off in your ’74 GTO. Engineering requests fuel status on the jetpack prototype.
[we see Kowalski strapped into a propulsion backpack as he floats past the space shuttle]
Matt Kowalski: Five hours off the reservation and I show thirty percent drain. Give my compliments to Engineering. Except for a slight malfunction in the nulling of the roll axis, this jetpack is one prime piece of thrust.
Mission Control: Engineering says thank you.
Matt Kowalski: Tell them I still prefer my ’67 Corvette, though. Speaking of which, did I ever tell you…
Mission Control: We know the Corvette story, Matt.
Matt Kowalski: And Engineering?
Mission Control: Especially Engineering. We’re going to miss you, Matt.


 

Ryan Stone: Comms card reboot in progress.
Mission Control: Thank you, Doctor. Shariff, what’s your status?
Shariff: Nearly there. Replacing battery module A-1 and 3.
Mission Control: Could you be a little more specific? Indeterminate estimates make Houston anxious.
Shariff: Oh, no, no, Houston. Don’t be anxious. Anxiety is not good for the heart. System is ready to reactivate.
Mission Control: Hubble telescope engaged. Upgrade fully functional. That applause you hear is for you, Shariff. Congratulations. Kick back, take the rest of the day off.
[Shariff cheers and does a little dance as he floats]
Mission Control: Matt, do you have a visual on just what Mission Specialist Shariff is doing up there?
Matt Kowalski: He appears to be doing some form of the Macarena. But that would be just a best guess scenario on my part.


 

Mission Control: Dr. Stone, Houston. Medical now have you with a temperature drop to thirty-five-point-nine and a heart-rate rise to seventy. How are you feeling?
Ryan Stone: Houston, I’m fine. It’s just keeping your lunch down in zero-G is harder than it looks.
Mission Control: Dr. Stone, Medical is asking if you want to return to Explorer.
Ryan Stone: Negative. We’ve been here a week, Houston. Let’s just finish this. Card is up.
Mission Control: That’s a negative. I’m afraid we’re getting nothing on this end, Doc.
Ryan Stone: Try again.
Mission Control: No, still nothing.
[Ryan ties to move the faulty transmission card]
Ryan Stone: Houston, can you please turn that music off?
Mission Control: Kowalski?
Matt Kowalski: Not a problem.
Ryan Stone: Thank you, Kowalski.
[after fixing the position of the card again]
Ryan Stone: Now, Houston?
Mission Control: Uh, negative.


 

Ryan Stone: Could Houston be misinterpreting the data?
Mission Control: We’re not receiving any data. Engineering is recommending a vis check for component damage.
Ryan Stone: Mm, let’s see what’s going on. What have we got?
[Ryan checks the transmission card]
Ryan Stone: Visual examination doesn’t reveal any damage to components. The problem must be originating from the comms panel.
Mission Control: Yeah, that seems to be the case. Engineering admits that you warned us that this could happen. That’s as close to an apology as you’re going to get from them. We should have listened to you, Doc. Well, it looks like we’re going to have to improvise.
Ryan Stone: I’m on it.
Mission Control: How long do you think it’ll take you?
Ryan Stone: One hour.
Mission Control: Outstanding. Installing your system in the Hubble is the purpose of this mission and so we appreciate your patience, Doctor.


 

Mission Control: Kowalski, we know you don’t care about things like this, but, uh, for your information this delay is not going to be long enough for you to break Anatoly Solovyev’s spacewalking record. It seems like you’re going to be left, uh…
Matt Kowalski: Seventy-five minutes shy? Never crossed my mind.
Mission Control: Matt, it’s been a privilege.
Matt Kowalski: Right back at you, Houston.
Mission Control: Enjoy your last walk.
Matt Kowalski: May I go to assist Dr. Stone in removing the panel?
Ryan Stone: Assistance appreciated.
Mission Control: Permission granted.
Matt Kowalski: Thank you, Houston.
[Matt floats over to Ryan to assist her with fixing the transmission card]
Matt Kowalski: Mind if I join the fun?
Ryan Stone: Certainly.
Matt Kowalski: How are you feeling?
Ryan Stone: Like a Chihuahua that’s being tumble dried.
Matt Kowalski: Well, it’s been a rough week. If it makes you feel any better, I coughed up everything but my kidneys on my first ride.
[suddenly a bolt spins out Ryan’s hand and floats away]
Ryan Stone: Shit!
[Matt manages to grab the bolt and give it back to Ryan]
Ryan Stone: Sorry. I’m used to a basement lab in a hospital where things fall to the floor. Thank you.
Matt Kowalski: Well, you’re the genius up here. I only drive the bus.
Ryan Stone: Yeah, well, call me a genius if I can get this board initialized in the next hour.


 

Mission Control: Explorer, this is Houston.
Explorer Captain: Go ahead, Houston.
Mission Control: Uh, NORAD reports that a Russian satellite has incurred a missile strike. The impact has created a cloud of debris, orbing at twenty thousand miles per hour. Current debris orbit does not overlap with your trajectory. We’ll keep you posted on any developments.
Explorer Captain: Copy that, Houston.
Ryan Stone: Should we, should we be worried?
Matt Kowalski: No, let’s let the boys down there worry for us.
Ryan Stone: Explorer, engage arm and pivot to Cargo Bay.
Explorer Captain: Stand by for arm maneuver.
Matt Kowalski: So, Doc, now that you work for NASA, how do you like us?
Shariff: Kind of like winning the lottery, huh?
Ryan Stone: Well, I was just happy that they didn’t cut the funding to my research.
Matt Kowalski: How long was your training?
Ryan Stone: Uh, six months.
Shariff: Including holidays?
Ryan Stone: Mm-hm.


 

Matt Kowalski: So, what is this scanning system?
Shariff: Oh, nothing, Matt. It’s just a new set of eyes to scan the edge of the universe.
Ryan Stone: It’s designed for hospital use, but this one’s a prototype.
Explorer Captain: Stand by for locking.
Matt Kowalski: Listen, they don’t bankroll prototypes. Not even for your pretty blue eyes.
Ryan Stone: Well, my eyes are brown.
Matt Kowalski: Right now your eyes are blood shot.
[Ryan laughs softly]
Shariff: Kowalski, is this great or what?
[Shariff jumps around, cheering and laughing]
Matt Kowalski: And to think he went to Harvard. You got to admit one thing. You can’t beat the view.
[Matt looks at the surface of the earth]
Matt Kowalski: So what do you like about being up here?
Ryan Stone: The silence. I could get used to it.
[the surface of the earth with its ever changing colors]
Matt Kowalski: Terrific.


 

Ryan Stone: Houston, from first inspection, comms panel appears to be dead. Am I a go to cut link to Auxiliary?
Mission Control: You’re the expert, Doctor. It’s your call.
Matt Kowalski: Houston, I have a bad feeling about this mission.
Mission Control: Please elaborate.
Matt Kowalski: It’s the same feeling I had about Mardi Gras in 1987.
Mission Control: That is affirmative. Surprisingly Control hasn’t heard the Mardi Gras story. Please proceed.
[Matt starts telling his story as Ryan continues to fix the panel]
Matt Kowalski: Well, it’s day one, and I’m bumping my way down Bourbon Street looking for a sister of a friend of mine. Streets are full of people, I’m thinking there’s no way I’m going to find this girl.
Ryan Stone: Proceeding to override.
Matt Kowalski: Then all of a sudden, I look up and there she is and I’m about to yell out and I see she’s holding hands with some short hairy guy in board shorts and a Margaritaville shirt. And then I realized that this guy is not a guy. That my girl is holding hands with…
Mission Control: ISS, this is Houston.
ISS: Proceed, Houston.
Mission Control: Explorer, this is Houston.
Explorer Captain: Go ahead, Houston.
Mission Control: Mission abort. Repeat, mission abort. Initiate emergency disconnect from Hubble. Begin re-entry procedure. ISS initiate emergency evacuation.
Explorer Captain: Copy all, Houston, and in work. Matt, immediate return to Explorer. Repeat, immediate return to Explorer.
Matt Kowalski: Copy, Explorer. Prepare airlock.
Explorer Captain: Airlock engaged, ready to receive.
Matt Kowalski: Houston, elaborate.
Mission Control: Debris from the missile strike has caused a chain reaction hitting other satellites and creating new debris. Traveling faster than a high-speed bullet up towards your altitude. All copy?
Matt Kowalski: Copy all.


 

Matt Kowalski: Put a bow in it, Dr. Stone.
Ryan Stone: I can’t, the board is still initializing.
Matt Kowalski: I’m not going to ask you again.
Ryan Stone: One second.
Matt Kowalski: Not one second, now! Shut it down! That’s an order.
Ryan Stone: Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m done, I’m done.
Explorer Captain: Kowalski, initiate emergency disconnect from the Hubble.
Matt Kowalski: Alright, Shariff, let’s do this.
Shariff: Roger, Matt.


 

[Matt floats back towards Shariff and the Explorer]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, update.
Mission Control: Well, we have a full on chain reaction. It’s been confirmed that it’s the unintentional side effect of the Russian’s striking one of their own satellites.
Shariff: They shot down their own satellite?
Matt Kowalski: Right into disposal. Most likely a spy sat gone bad, now shrapnel. Explorer, ready to disengage HST.
Explorer Captain: Locks releasing in three, two, one.
[Matt and Shariff push the Hubble away from the hangar]
Mission Control: Explorer, new data coming through.
Matt Kowalski: What’s the blow back, Houston?
Mission Control: It’s not good, most of our systems are gone. The debris chain reaction is out of control and rapidly expanding. Multiple satellites are down and they keep on falling.
Matt Kowalski: Define “multiple satellites”.
Mission Control: Most of them are gone. Telecommunication systems are dead. Expecting communications blackout at any moment.


 

Ryan Stone: Kowalski, visual of debris at nine o’clock.
Matt Kowalski: Half of North America just lost their Facebook.
Mission Control: Explorer, repeat, expecting communications blackout at any moment.
Explorer Captain: Copy that, Houston.
[suddenly a piece of debris hurls by them]
Matt Kowalski: Explorer, this is Kowalski, confirming visual contact with debris. Debris is from a BSE sat. Repeat.
Ryan Stone: Dr. Stone requesting faster transport.
Matt Kowalski: We have to go, we have to go, go, go!
Mission Control: Kennedy reports meteorological conditions no go for re-entry…
[Mission Control’s voice starts crackling as they start lose communication]
Explorer Captain: Houston, Explorer, copy?
Ryan Stone: Explorer, Dr. Stone requesting faster transport to Bay Area. Explorer, do you copy?
Matt Kowalski: Explorer, permission to retrieve Dr. Stone?
Explorer Captain: You’re a go, Kowalski.


 

[Kowalski makes his way to Ryan who’s struggling to unstrap herself from the arm she’s strapped into]
Explorer Captain: Houston, this is Explorer, copy? We’ve lost Houston. We’ve lost Houston!
[Matt tries to unstrap Ryan from the arm]
Matt Kowalski: Unstrap. Look, we need to get the hell out of here.
Alright.
Shariff: Need some help there, Matt?
Matt Kowalski: No, don’t wait for us.
Ryan Stone: I’m stuck!
[suddenly some of the debris hits Shariff and he’s propelled out and looks to be unconscious]
Matt Kowalski: Man down! Man down!
Explorer Captain: Houston, this is Explorer, do you copy?
[Matt leaves Ryan and propels himself towards Shariff, at the same time a barrage of debris starts coming down on Explorer]
Explorer Captain: Houston, this is Explorer, copy? Kowalski.
[suddenly as the Explorer gets hit Ryan who’s still attached to the arm starts swinging round]


 

Matt Kowalski: Explorer’s been hit! Explorer, do you read? Explorer, Kowalski to Explorer!
[suddenly a piece of debris hits the robotic arm Ryan is attached to and detaches it from the shuttle sending Ryan spinning away]
Matt Kowalski: Astronaut is off structure! Dr. Stone, is off structure! Dr. Stone, detach!
Ryan Stone: Ah!
Matt Kowalski: You must detach! If you don’t detach that arm’s going to carry you too far! Listen to my voice! You need to focus! I’m losing visual of you! In a few seconds I won’t be able to track you! You need to detach! I can’t see you anymore! Do it now!
[Ryan struggles to unstrap herself as she continues to spin away from the shuttle]
Ryan Stone: I’m trying!
[Ryan manages to release herself but is suddenly flung out further into space]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, I’ve lost visual of Dr. Stone!
[we see Ryan spinning further and further away into space]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, I’ve lost visual of Dr. Stone!


 

[as Ryan is spinning away into the emptiness of space she hears Kowalski’s voice on the radio]
Matt Kowalski: Dr. Stone, do you copy? Repeat, do you copy?
Ryan Stone: Yes! Yes! Yes! I copy! I’m detached!
[Ryan seems to have no control of her movement as she continues spinning away]
Matt Kowalski: Give me your position.
Ryan Stone: I don’t know! I don’t know! I’m spinning! I can’t, I can’t…
Matt Kowalski: Report your position!
Ryan Stone: GPS is down I can’t. It’s down, I can’t!
Matt Kowalski: Give me a visual!
Ryan Stone: I told you, nothing. I see nothing!
Matt Kowalski: Do you have a visual of Explorer?
Ryan Stone: No!
Matt Kowalski: Do you have visual of ISS?
Ryan Stone: No!
Matt Kowalski: You need to focus. Anything, use the sun and the Earth, give me your coordinates.
Ryan Stone: I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!
Matt Kowalski: Give me your coordinates! Dr. Stone, do you copy? Repeat, do you copy?
[as Ryan’s breathing accelerates Matt’s voice gets fainter on the radio until she can’t hear it any longer]


 

[Ryan floats into the empty void, her eyes look around her in panic at the darkness of space surrounding her but she starts to notice the shuttle in the distance, finally her breathing calms down and she tries to make contact on her radio]
Ryan Stone: Kowalski? Kowalski, do you copy? Kowalski. I have. have a vis…Kowalski, I have a visual. I have, have a visual of Explorer. With north at twelve o’clock and the shuttle is at the center of the dial. I can see, I can see the Chinese station. No, it’s the International Space Station. ISS is at, ISS is at seven o’clock.
[there’s no reply from Kowalski]
Ryan Stone: Lieutenant Kowalski, do you copy?
[no response]
Ryan Stone: Explorer, do you, do you copy?
[she waits for a response but hears nothing]
Ryan Stone: Houston, do you copy?
[still hears no response]
Ryan Stone: Houston, this is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone. I am off structure and I am drifting, do you copy?
[still no response]
Ryan Stone: Anyone?
[she continues drifting]
Ryan Stone: Anybody? Do you copy? Please copy. Please.
[we see her drifting away into the darkness]


 

[after drifting for a few moments Ryan starts to hear Kowalski on her radio]
Matt Kowalski: Dr. Stone, do you copy?
Ryan Stone: Yes. Lieutenant Kowalski, yes. Yes, Lieutenant Kowalski, I’m here. I’m here.
Matt Kowalski: Repeat, do you copy?
Ryan Stone: Yes, yes, I copy I’m here. I’m here.
Matt Kowalski: Flash your light.
Ryan Stone: Uh, my light? My light?
Matt Kowalski: Flash it so I can see you.
Ryan Stone: Uh, okay, okay.
[she turns on her torch light]
Ryan Stone: Here, here. I’m here.
Matt Kowalski: There you are. Hang on tight. Report your status.
Ryan Stone: I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m alright.


 

[the faint voice of Kowalski’s voice can now be heard on the radio]
Matt Kowalski: Give me your status. Give me your reading?
Ryan Stone: Three, three, three point six PSI.
Matt Kowalski: Your O2, give me your O2.
Ryan Stone: Oxygen is going down, it’s going down fast. It’s going down fast. Nine. No, eight, eight percent. It’s going down…
Matt Kowalski: Okay, you’re breathing too fast. Your burning oxygen, we don’t want to do that, you want to relax, copy?
Ryan Stone: Okay, sorry. Yes, copy, copy.
Matt Kowalski: I’m nearly there.
Ryan Stone: Please hurry.
Matt Kowalski: You can holster that torch, Dr. Stone.
Ryan Stone: I’m sorry, I’m sorry.


 

[as Ryan continues to drift suddenly Kowalski blasts forward, and grabs hold of Ryan]
Matt Kowalski: I got you. Alright, now, I’m going to tether you to me. I know you never realized how devastatingly good looking I am. But I need you to stop staring and help me with the tether. Okay?
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay.
Matt Kowalski: Alright, here we go. Alright. Now, to clear you from the jets I’m going to give you a little push.
Ryan Stone: No, no, no, no, no.
Matt Kowalski: Not a push, a nudge.
Ryan Stone: No, no, no!
[he lets her go and she starts panicking]
Ryan Stone: No, no, no, no! Damn it, no! No!
[as she floats behind him the tether holding her to him stops her from going any further]
Matt Kowalski: See? Where you go, I go.
[Ryan gets positioned behind him]
Matt Kowalski: Better. Let’s get out of here.
[he propels himself forward pulling Ryan along behind him]
Ryan Stone: Dammit!
Matt Kowalski: I know what you mean.
Ryan Stone: Dammit!
Matt Kowalski: You’re burning oxygen. We’re going back to the shuttle. How’s that for a plan? Copy?
Ryan Stone: Fuck!
Matt Kowalski: Right, copy that.


 

[Kowalski starts their journey back towards the shuttle]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, in the blind, this is Kowalski. Dr. Stone and I are going to make our way back to base. Could you please get Explorer to prepare the airlock for arrival, copy?
[there’s no response]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, this Kowalski, how do you copy?
[he pauses for a moment, still no reply]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, in the blind, this is Kowalski.
Ryan Stone: They can’t hear us.
Matt Kowalski: We don’t know that, that’s why we keep talking. If somebody is listening they might just save your life. Set your watch for ninety minutes.
Ryan Stone: Why ninety?
Matt Kowalski: Well, Houston clocked that debris at fifty thousand miles an hour. If you factor in our current orbit, then I figure we got about ninety minutes before we get our asses kicked again.
Ryan Stone: O2 down to six percent.
[she pauses for a moment]
Matt Kowalski: Okay. Pretty scary shit being untethered up here, isn’t it?
Ryan Stone: Yeah, pretty scary shit.
Matt Kowalski: Well, you did all right.
Ryan Stone: Well, you weren’t so bad yourself.


 

[the two continue their journey back towards the shuttle with Ryan being pulled along behind Kowalski]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, in the blind, this Kowalski. Our current location is approximately nine hundred meters out from the Explorer. Dr. Stone and I would like to retrieve the body of Mission Specialist Shariff and return it to the shuttle. May I go to retrieve?
[there’s no response]
Matt Kowalski: Roger that.
[whispering to herself]
Ryan Stone: Where is he?
[Ryan looks around her surrounding, suddenly they see Shariff’s body floating close by and her and Kowalski collide into his body]
Matt Kowalski: Grab him!
[they struggle to hold on to Shariff’s body]
Matt Kowalski: Grab him!
Ryan Stone: I’m trying! I’m trying!
Matt Kowalski: You’re pulling me away.
Ryan Stone: I got him!
Matt Kowalski: Clutch him like he’s your Valentine. I can’t engage my thrusters, with you two yo-yoing around.
[as Ryan starts to regain her balance she looks over to Shariff’s body and sees his face, which has a hole right clean through it from where the debris had ripped through his helmet, she then notices a laminated photo tethered to his suit showing him with his wife and son]


 

[as they arrive at the wreckage of the shuttle]
Matt Kowalski: Jesus Christ. Here’s hoping you have a hell of an insurance policy, Houston. The damages to Explorer are catastrophic. Will commence search for survivors.
Ryan Stone: O2 down to five percent.
Matt Kowalski: Alright, here we go. Careful of the edges!
[they collide onto the damaged shuttle]
Matt Kowalski: Here. Here!
[they enter inside a hole in the shuttle and notice all objects are floating in chaos, suddenly Ryan hits the floating frozen dead body of the Explorer Captain]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, in the blind. To confirm, Mission Specialist Dr. Stone and Mission Commander Matthew Kowalski are the sole survivors of the STS-one-five-seven.
Ryan Stone: I apologize for not complying. I should’ve stopped working as soon as you instructed me to.
Matt Kowalski: We were going to get hit no matter what. There was nothing you could do to change that.
[there’s a moment’s pause]
Matt Kowalski: Hey.
Ryan Stone: Yes?
Matt Kowalski: Alright, we have to make our way to the Space Station. Over there.
[he points to the station in the distance]
Matt Kowalski: It’s a bit of a hike. We need to use their escape pod, the Soyuz, to get back to Earth. Agreed?
[Ryan doesn’t respond]
Matt Kowalski: Dr. Stone, agreed?
Ryan Stone: Agreed.
Matt Kowalski: Alright. After you.
[he pushes and they start drifting forward tethered together]
Ryan Stone: Oh, God.
Matt Kowalski: Houston, in the blind. This is Kowalski. Dr. Stone and I have determined to proceed to ISS and use one of their Soyuz for re-entry. ISS, if you hear us.


 

[as they continue their journey towards the Space Station Kowalski is playing his music to accompany them]
Ryan Stone: O2 down to two percent.
Matt Kowalski: We’re getting there.
[as they are passing by earth the sun starts rising]
Matt Kowalski: Beautiful, don’t you think?
Ryan Stone: What?
Matt Kowalski: The sunrise. That’s what I’m going to miss the most.
[Ryan doesn’t respond]
Matt Kowalski: So where’s home, Dr. Stone?
[Ryan doesn’t respond]
Matt Kowalski: Ryan, where’s home?
Ryan Stone: Home?
Matt Kowalski: Down there. Mother Earth. Where do you pitch your tent?
Ryan Stone: Lake Zurich.
Matt Kowalski: Where the hell is that?
Ryan Stone: Illinois.
Matt Kowalski: Illinois, Central Time Zone. That would make it roughly eight PM. What are the good people of Lake Zurich doing at eight o’clock?
Ryan Stone: I don’t know. I’m not going to make it, I’m slowing you down.
Matt Kowalski: What would you be doing?
[Ryan is lost in her own thoughts]
Matt Kowalski: Come on, Ryan. It’s eight o’clock. You’ve just left the hospital after an eighteen-hour shift. Driving home.
Ryan Stone: The radio. I listen to the radio.
Matt Kowalski: There we go. Let me guess. NPR? Classical? Top forty?
Ryan Stone: Anything. I don’t care, as long as they don’t talk. I just drive.
Matt Kowalski: And where are you driving to?
Ryan Stone: I just drive.


 

Matt Kowalski: What do you miss down there? Is there a Mr. Stone?
Ryan Stone: No.
Matt Kowalski: Nobody special? Somebody down there looking up, thinking about you? Ryan?
[Ryan doesn’t respond immediately, finally she says quietly]
Ryan Stone: I had a daughter.
[Kowalski turns off his music, he holds him hand which has a small mirror is attached to his wrist, he looks in the mirror to look at Ryan drifting behind him]
Ryan Stone: She was four. She was at school playing tag. Slipped, hit her head, and that was it. Stupidest thing. I was driving when I got the call, so ever since then, that’s what I do. I wake up, I go to work, and I just drive.
[she looks over to surface of the earth]


 

Ryan Stone: O2 down to one percent.
[they continue drifting with the sun now behind them]
Matt Kowalski: Well, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is, we’re about five minutes from the ISS and I know where the Russians stash their vodka. And that is good, because I’m running on fumes here. The bad news is, I’m going to be about ten minutes short of breaking Anatoly’s record, and I…
[suddenly he hears a beeping noise and he looks in his wrist mirror to see what’s happening to Ryan]
Matt Kowalski: What?
Ryan Stone: Uh, I’m redlining. My O2 tank pressure is low.
Matt Kowalski: Your tank is out of oxygen but you still have it in your suit.
Ryan Stone: Got it.
Matt Kowalski: So you have to sip, not gulp. Wine, not beer. Sip, Ryan.


 

[as Ryan’s oxygen tank runs out they spot the Space Station ahead of them]
Matt Kowalski: Houston, in the blind, we have a visual of the ISS. The station must have been evacuated because the first Soyuz is missing. The second Soyuz exhibits surface damage, and its chute has been deployed. Any use as an escape pod for re-entry is impossible.
Ryan Stone: Shouldn’t we be turning, we’re drifting again?
Matt Kowalski: Not yet. I wasn’t kidding about those fumes. This can has one or two good thrusts left, if we’re lucky.
[as they get closer to the station]
Matt Kowalski: Steady. Aim. Fire!
[Kowalski fires the remaining propulsion fire towards the station and the two blast forward]
Ryan Stone: Brake! Brake! You have to brake!
Matt Kowalski: I can’t, the can’s empty. We’re going to hit hard! Grab a hold of anything you can!
[suddenly they hit the station and roll forward, tumbling away from one another]
Ryan Stone: What do I do?! What do I do?!
Matt Kowalski: Ryan!
Ryan Stone: The tether broke, I’m detached! I’m detached!
Matt Kowalski: Grab a hold! Grab anything!


 

[as Ryan is tumbling around frantically her leg catches on the parachute cords of the Soyuz, keeping her attached to the station]
Matt Kowalski: Ryan! Give me five!
[she holds out her hand as Kowalski tumbles towards her]
Ryan Stone: I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Right here, right here.
[Ryan manages to grab Kowalski’s fingers but she isn’t able to hold onto him and he continues to drift off]
Matt Kowalski: Shit!
Ryan Stone: No. No, no, no!
[suddenly she manages to grab hold of the broken tether attached to his suit]
Ryan Stone: Got you.
[Ryan’s leg that’s attached to the parachute cord slips a little but she still manages to hold on to Kowalski’s tether]
Ryan Stone: Got you.


 

[as she holds on to Kowalski’s tether, Kowalski notices Ryan’s leg is barely holding onto the parachute cord]
Ryan Stone: You just hold on and I’m going to start pulling you in. I’m going to start…
Matt Kowalski: Hey, Doc.
Ryan Stone: Just hold on. Hang on. I am going to pull you in.
Matt Kowalski: Ryan, listen.
Ryan Stone: I’m going to pull you in.
Matt Kowalski: You have to let me go.
Ryan Stone: No.
Matt Kowalski: The ropes are too loose, I’m pulling you with me. You have to let me go, or we both die.
Ryan Stone: I’m not letting you go! We’re fine!
Matt Kowalski: No.


 

[the parachute cord slips down further]
Matt Kowalski: Ryan, let go.
Ryan Stone: No. You’re not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere.
Matt Kowalski: It’s not up to you.
Ryan Stone: No, no, no, no. Please don’t do this. Please, please, please don’t do this. Please don’t do this. Please don’t do this. Please don’t, Matt. Please don’t do this.
Matt Kowalski: You’re going to make it, Ryan.
[he lets go of the tether and starts floating away]
Ryan Stone: No!
[Ryan floats back towards the station and watches in anguish as Kowalski floats further away from her into space]
Ryan Stone: I had you. I had you. I had you.


 

[as Kowalski drifts away from the station Ryan is pulled back towards the station]
Matt Kowalski: Ryan, do you hear me? Do you copy?
Ryan Stone: My CO2 alarm went off. My CO2 alarm went off.
Matt Kowalski: Look, you need to board the station. Do you see the airlock?
[Ryan turns herself around]
Matt Kowalski: Hey, Ryan, do you copy? Look for the airlock. It’s above you, next to the Zarya module.
[Ryan looks out and sees Kowalski getting smaller in the distance as he continues to drift off]
Matt Kowalski: You see it?
Ryan Stone: Yes. Yes, I see it. I see it.
Matt Kowalski: Alright, good. That’s where you want to go. Now you’re getting lightheaded, right?
Ryan Stone: Yeah. Yes.
Matt Kowalski: That’s because you’re breathing CO2. You’re losing consciousness. You need to board the station.
[we hear Ryan struggling to breath]
Ryan Stone: Okay.


 

Matt Kowalski: That second Soyuz is too damaged for re-entry, but it’s perfectly fine for a little Sunday drive.
Ryan Stone: Sunday drive?
Matt Kowalski: Look to the west. You see that dot in the distance? That’s the Chinese station.
Ryan Stone: Yes.
Matt Kowalski: You’re going to take the Soyuz, and you’re going to cruise over there. Chinese lifeboat is a Shenzhou.
Ryan Stone: I’ve never flown a Shenzhou.
[Ryan starts to slowly climb the side of the ISS over towards the airlock]
Matt Kowalski: It doesn’t matter. Its re-entry protocol is identical to the Soyuz.
Ryan Stone: Okay.
Matt Kowalski: You never flown the Soyuz either?
Ryan Stone: Only a simulator.
Matt Kowalski: Well, then you know.
Ryan Stone: But I crashed it.
Matt Kowalski: It’s a simulator, that’s what it’s designed for.
Ryan Stone: Every time. I crashed it every time.
Matt Kowalski: You point the damn thing at Earth, it’s not rocket science. And by this time tomorrow, you’re going to be back in Lake Zurich with a hell of a story to tell. Do you copy?
[Ryan is finding it hard to breath as she holds on to the ladder]
Matt Kowalski: Ryan, do you copy?


 

Ryan Stone: I’m going to take the Soyuz and come get you.
Matt Kowalski: No, you’re not.
Ryan Stone: I’m coming to get you
Matt Kowalski: No, I’ve got too much of a head start on you.
Ryan Stone: I’m coming to get you.
Matt Kowalski: I’m afraid that ship already sailed. Ryan, you’re going to have to learn to let go.
Ryan Stone: But I…
Matt Kowalski: I want to hear you say you’re going to make it. Come on, Ryan, say it.
Ryan Stone: I’m going to make it.
Matt Kowalski: Alright. Keep going.


 

[as Ryan continues to slowly make her way towards the airlock]
Matt Kowalski: What kind of name is Ryan for a girl?
Ryan Stone: Dad wanted a boy.
Matt Kowalski: Are you close to the airlock?
Ryan Stone: Not yet.
Matt Kowalski: Keep going. So now that we have some distance between us, you’re attracted to me, right?
Ryan Stone: What?
Matt Kowalski: Well, people say I have beautiful blue eyes.
Ryan Stone: You have beautiful, you have beautiful blue eyes.
Matt Kowalski: I have brown eyes.


 

[there’s a moment’s pause]
Matt Kowalski: You want to know the good news?
Ryan Stone: What?
Matt Kowalski: I’m going to break Anatoly’s record, and I think mine’s going to stand for a long, long time.
Ryan Stone: No. I’m coming to get you.
[Ryan looks out and sees Kowalski is now a tiny figure in the distance]
Matt Kowalski: Oh, my God.
Ryan Stone: What? What?
Matt Kowalski: Wow. Hey, Ryan?
Ryan Stone: Yeah?
Matt Kowalski: You should see the sun on the Ganges. It’s amazing.
[Ryan extends her hand towards the tiny figure of Kowalski as if to touch him, then she starts getting dizzy and finally manages to make it to the airlock, opens it and before she loses consciousness she activates the decompression unit flooding the chamber with oxygen, she takes off her helmet and suit as she takes deep breaths of air then as she floats in mid-air she gets into the fetal position to rest]


 

[after resting a few moment to recover Ryan makes her way through the ISS, she notices the damage and passes by sparking wires where it’s igniting small floating flames, she continues on looking for the comms]
Ryan Stone: Where are you? Where are you? Comms. Comms. There you are. Okay.
[she puts on the headphone and starts talking through the radio]
Ryan Stone: Matt, this is Ryan, copy? Matt, this is Ryan, copy?
[no answer]
Ryan Stone: Matt, I made it, I’m here, I’m on the station. Do you copy?
[she pauses but all she hears is static noise]
Ryan Stone: Come on, Matt, talk to me. Tell me where you are, give me your position. Where are you? Give me a visual. Just tell me what you see.
[no answer]
Ryan Stone: Oh, come on. You’ve been yammering since we left Cape Canaveral, now you decide to shut up? Talk to me. Just say something, say anything! I don’t care!
[still no answer]
Ryan Stone: Hey, tell me about, uh, Mardi Gras. Tell me about the hairy guy. Huh? Tell me what happened. What happened to the, uh, hairy guy?
[looking visibly upset Ryan looks out through the station window for Kowalski]
Ryan Stone: Please talk to me.
[all she sees is the vast expanse of the surface of the earth]
Ryan Stone: Please.
[she continues to stare out for a moment as she realizes that Kowalski is gone]
Ryan Stone: Houston, in the blind, this is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone reporting from the ISS. All communications with Mission Commander Matthew Kowalski have been lost. Radio transmission absent. Visuals nonexistent. To confirm, I, Ryan Stone, am the sole survivor of STS-one-five-seven.


 

[suddenly the fire alarm in the ISS goes off]
Ryan Stone: What now?
[she looks at the computer monitor to find where the alarm is coming from, she quickly makes her way towards the fire and grabs a fire extinguisher, she tries to fight the fire but she’s pushed back by the pressure and hits her head on the side of the wall and passes out for a moment, when she comes to she tries to fight the fire but realizes it’s a lost cause and quickly makes her way to the second Soyuz and closes the hatch]
Ryan Stone: Okay.
[she makes her way further into the Soyuz looking at the controls panel]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Where is it, where is it? Where is the power? Oh, here you are.
[she presses the button which turns on the controls monitor]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Great, just like training. Undocking, undocking.


 

[Ryan looks for the controls manual]
Ryan Stone: Undocking. Red.
[she finds the red manual, straps herself in and starts flipping through the pages]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay, where is it? Where is it? Come on. Okay.
[she finds the page she’s looking for]
Ryan Stone: Okay, I remember this, I remember this.
[she follows the instructions and presses a sequence of buttons which activates the Soyuz to undock, the monitor counts down 4 minutes, but the Soyuz starts rumbling as the fire above her in the station is causing havoc]
Ryan Stone: You don’t have four minutes to read the manual.
[she quickly flips through the pages]
Ryan Stone: Come on.
[she finds the instructions she’s looking for]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay. Activate, activate, undock.
[she starts pressing the buttons on the controls panel]
Ryan Stone: Press this.
[she presses the button and we see the Soyuz detaching and undocking from the station, it starts to slowly float away]


 

[as the Soyuz slowly drifts away from the station inside Ryan looks at her watch]
Ryan Stone: Seven minutes to get out of here.
[she pulls out the Soyuz thruster controls boards]
Ryan Stone: Alright, okay.
[she presses the thruster buttons which fires the thrusters, we see the Soyuz lurching forward pulling its parachute behind it when suddenly it jerks to a stop]
Ryan Stone: What? What, what, what?
[she looks out the window and sees the parachute is caught in the ISS station’s solar panel and the parachute cable is forcing the Soyuz to float back towards the station]
Ryan Stone: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[she presses the thruster button to fly the Soyuz away, but the parachute cables have tangled and keep pulling the Soyuz back towards the station]
Ryan Stone: Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
[Ryan continues to fire the thrusters until eventually the Soyuz floats away from the station again]
Ryan Stone: That’s right, that’s right. Come on, come on, come on! That’s right, that’s right. That’s right, that’s right, that’s right. Aah. Come on.
[although Ryan manages to pull away from the station the parachute cable is still caught in the station which stops the Soyuz from going any further]
Ryan Stone: Great.


 

[Ryan goes outside, she’s wearing a spacesuit and tethered herself to the Soyuz, she hums to herself to keep herself calm, the alarm on her watch goes off and she looks around her]
Ryan Stone: Clear skies with a chance of satellite debris.
[she looks around her then makes her way down to where the parachute cables are on the Soyuz]
Ryan Stone: Okay, we detach this, and we go home. Piece of cake.
[she takes out her tool and starts detaching the cables]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay, what do we have? Okay, alright.
[as she lets of the tool and goes to grab it before it floats away she notices oncoming debris coming towards her]
Ryan Stone: Shit!
[she pulls herself back to the Soyuz]
Ryan Stone: Okay, come on. Come on, come on.
[she starts to work quickly to detach the cables but starts humming to herself to keep herself calm, as Ryan looks behind her suddenly the attaching debris arrives, blasting the station, she manages to hold onto the Soyuz as the attack continues and watches as the ISS is destroyed]
Ryan Stone: I hate space.


 

[Ryan returns inside the Soyuz where the alarm is sounding, Ryan straps herself in the commander chair]
Ryan Stone: Shut up.
[she turns off the alarm]
Ryan Stone: Okay.
[she then resets her clock to 90 minutes and takes out another manual]
Ryan Stone: Alright. That’s good.
[she places her hands on the joysticks in front of her]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Let’s stabilize you.
[Ryan turns the Soyuz’s flight path to line it up with the Chinese space station]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Let’s go visit the Chinese station. Houston, in the blind, Tiangong is approximately one hundred kilometers to the west, and I am off its course by about thirteen degrees. I will correct trajectory.
[she corrects the trajectory to line up with the Chinese station]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay. Okay.


 

[Ryan positions her hand on the button on the controls]
Ryan Stone: I will engage S-Ka-Dae in five, four, three, two, one.
[she presses the fire button but nothing happens]
Ryan Stone: What’s happening, what’s happening? Come on, come on.
[she presses the button again]
Ryan Stone: One.
[still nothing happens and Ryan keeps pressing the button]
Ryan Stone: Come on. Oh, come on.
[she looks at the fuel gage and sees that there’s no fuel left]
Ryan Stone: You got to be kidding me. You got to be kidding me!
[she starts hitting and kicking the controls panel in frustration]
Ryan Stone: No! Don’t you fuck…!
[exhausted she finally stops hitting the panel]
Ryan Stone: Houston, in the blind. Houston, in the blind, this is Dr. Ryan Stone. I’m calling from the Soyuz TMA-one-four-M. I’m currently out of fuel and adrift, do you copy?
[no response]
Ryan Stone: Houston, this is Dr. Ryan Stone. Do you copy? Houston, this is Ryan Stone. Do you copy?


 

[as Ryan continues to make contact on the radio, inside the Soyuz the temperature has dropped and frost begins to from at the corners of the window]
Ryan Stone: Houston, this is Missio, Mission Specialist Ryan Stone, do you copy?
[she hears a crackling noise on the radio and someone speaking]
Ryan Stone: Houston, Houston, please confirm identity. Houston, you’re coming in over an A.M. frequency, copy?
[she hears some fragmented words]
Ryan Stone: Do you copy? Is this the Chinese station? Is this Tiangong, copy? Mayday, can you copy? Mayday, mayday, mayday.
[she hears the voice of a man but he’s not speaking in English]
Ryan Stone: Yes, yes. Mayday, mayday. Mayday, mayday.
[she listens as the man says something, but again not in English]


 

Ryan Stone: Aningaaq. Is that…? Is that your…? Is that your name? Aningaaq is your, is your name? Is that your name?
Aningaaq: Mayday, Aningaaq. Aningaaq, Mayday…
[the man on the radio starts laughing]
Ryan Stone: No, no, no. No, my name is not Mayday. I’m Stone. Dr. Ryan Stone, I need help. I am…
[she hears dogs barking and howling]
Ryan Stone: Those are dogs. They’re calling from Earth.
[Ryan hears Aningaaq’s voice again]
Ryan Stone: They’re calling from Earth.
[she hears Aningaaq laughing and the dogs howling in the background, Ryan smiles as she realizes Aningaaq cannot understand her plea for help and she gives up trying]


 

[Ryan looks frozen and worn out as she listens to Aningaaq’s voice over the radio]
Ryan Stone: Aningaaq, make your dogs bark again for me, would you please?
[the man carries on talking]
Ryan Stone: Your dogs. Dogs, you know. Woof, woof. Dogs.
[Aningaaq starts laughing and howling like his dogs and Ryan imitates him]
Ryan Stone: Aooo. Aooo. Aooo.
[Aningaaq laughs and carries on howling and Ryan joins in]
Ryan Stone: Aooo. Woof, woof. Aooo. Wooh, wooh! Aooo! Aooo! Wooh! Wooh! Woof. Aooo! Aooo! Aooo! Aooo…
[she then starts to breakdown and cry]
Ryan Stone: Oh, I’m going to die, Aningaaq. I know, we’re all going to die. Everybody knows that. But I’m going to die today. Funny, that. You know, to know.
[Aningaaq starts to sing]
Ryan Stone: But the thing is, it’s that I’m still scared. I’m really scared. Nobody will mourn for me, no one will pray for my soul. Will you mourn for me? Will you say a prayer for me? Or is it too late?
[Aningaaq carries on singing]
Ryan Stone: I mean, I’d say one for myself, but I’ve never prayed in my life, so. Nobody ever taught me how. Nobody ever taught me how.


 

[Aningaaq stops singing and starts talking then a baby’s voice is heard in the background]
Ryan Stone: A baby.
[she hears him humming a song as he tries to calm the baby]
Ryan Stone: There’s a baby with you, huh? Is that a lullaby you’re singing? That’s so sweet. I used to sing to my baby. I hope I see her soon.
[Ryan carries on listening to Aningaaq humming to the baby, then accepting that she is going to die she starts turning off the oxygen flow to the cabin]
Ryan Stone: That’s nice, Aningaaq. Keep singing, just like that. Sing me to sleep, and I’ll sleep.
[she takes off her headphone, and closes her eyes]
Ryan Stone: Keep singing. And sing, and sing.
[she starts drifting to sleep when suddenly she hears a knocking, she opens her eyes and turns her face to see Kowalski outside knocking on the glass window]


 

[Kowalski opens the hatch to the Soyuz]
Ryan Stone: No, no, no, don’t!
[Kowalski enters and sits in the commander chair beside Ryan’s, he reactivates the oxygen flow to the cabin and takes off his helmet]
Matt Kowalski: Check your watch. Thirteen hours and eleven minutes. Call Anatoly and tell him he’s been bumped. It’s a little gloomy in here, isn’t it?
[Ryan looks at him in confusion]
Ryan Stone: How did you…?
Matt Kowalski: Trust me, it’s a hell of a story.
Ryan Stone: But how did…?
[Kowalski turns on the lights in the cabin]
Matt Kowalski: That’s better. I found a little extra, a little extra battery power. It helps that I didn’t have you around to distract me. I have to say, I’m glad to see you, I didn’t think you were going to make it. Did you find the vodka?
Ryan Stone: You never told me where, where it was, so.
Matt Kowalski: Oh, well.
[he reaches under the chair and brings out a bottle of vodka]
Matt Kowalski: To Anatoly. Na zdorovje.
[he opens the bottle, drinks some through the straw screwed top then offers the bottle to Ryan]
Matt Kowalski: Huh?
Ryan Stone: No.
Matt Kowalski: No? Alright.


 

Matt Kowalski: Let’s get out of here. The Chinese station’s about a hundred miles. Just a little Sunday drive.
Ryan Stone: We can’t.
Matt Kowalski: Sure we can.
Ryan Stone: There’s no fuel, I tried everything.
Matt Kowalski: Well, there’s always something we can do.
Ryan Stone: I tried everything.
Matt Kowalski: Did you try the soft landing jets?
Ryan Stone: They’re for landing, so…
Matt Kowalski: Well, landing is launching, it’s the same thing. Didn’t you learn about that in training?
Ryan Stone: I never got to land the simulator, I told you that.
Matt Kowalski: But you know about it.
Ryan Stone: And I crashed it every time.
Matt Kowalski: Listen, do you want to go back, or do you want to stay here?
[they look at each other]


 

Matt Kowalski: I get it, it’s nice up here.
[he starts turning off the lights]
Matt Kowalski: You can just shut down all the systems, turn out all the lights and just close your eyes and tune out everybody. There’s nobody up here that can hurt you. It’s safe. Then what’s the point of going on? What’s the point of living?
[there’s a pause as Ryan takes in what he’s saying]
Matt Kowalski: Your kid died. Doesn’t get any rougher than that. But still, it’s a matter of what you do now. If you decide to go, then you got to just get on with it. Sit back, enjoy the ride. You got to plant both your feet on the ground and start living life.
[Ryan closes her eyes and shakes her head]
Ryan Stone: How did you get here?
Matt Kowalski: I’m telling you, it’s a hell of a story. Hey, Ryan?
Ryan Stone: What?
Matt Kowalski: It’s time to go home.
[Ryan opens her eyes, the alarm in the cabin is sounding she turns her head and sees the seat next to her is empty, she realizes that it was a hallucination and she’s still alone, she reactivates the air flow to the cabin and as the oxygen levels rise she begins to recover]


 

[after getting the oxygen back on in the cabin Ryan tries to recall the conversation she was hallucinating with Kowalski]
Ryan Stone: Landing. Landing, landing is launching. I said…
[suddenly she realizes something, she turns the cabin lights on and looks for the manual]
Ryan Stone: Okay, landing, landing. Landing is green.
[she finds the correct manual and finds the page with the instructions]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay, landing. Alright.
[talking to herself as she reads from the manual]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Soft landing jets trigger automatically at three meters before landing, so…
[she smiles to herself]
Ryan Stone: Oh, you’re a clever son of a bitch, Matt.
[she scans through the pages of the manual]
Ryan Stone: I need to, I need to get rid of the bay, and the engine module.
[she looks at the diagram on the page]
Ryan Stone: Right. Okay. Okay.
[she finds the button the controls monitor]
Ryan Stone: Okay.
[she positions her finger to press the button]
Ryan Stone: Tri-module separation. Go.
[she presses the button and the Soyuz separates into three parts, the front and back float away from the middle compartment, which is the landing jet]


 

Ryan Stone: Okay. Houston, here’s the tricky part. Soyuz has to think we are three meters off the Earth.
[she flips through the pages of the manual until she finds the diagram she’s looking for]
Ryan Stone: Alright. Okay. Hey, Matt? Since I had to listen to endless hours of your storytelling this week, I need for you to do me a favor.
[she presses some more buttons on the controls monitor]
Ryan Stone: You are going to see a little girl with brown hair, very messy, lots of knots. She doesn’t like to brush it. That’s okay. Her name is Sarah. Can you please tell her that Mama found her red shoe. She was so worried about that shoe, Matt. But it was just right under the bed.
[Ryan continues to press more buttons]
Ryan Stone: Give her a big hug and a big kiss for me, and tell her that Mama misses her. You tell her that she is my angel. And she makes me so proud. So, so proud. And you tell her that I’m not quitting.
[she presses more buttons and pauses]
Ryan Stone: You tell her that I love her, Matt. You tell her that I love her so much. Can you do that for me?
[she looks up and smiles]
Ryan Stone: Roger that? Here we go.
[she presses the button that ignites the landing jet and it shoots off towards the Chinese Station]


 

[as the capsule is flying towards the Chinese station Ryan puts on her helmet and looks out the window and stares at the station ahead]
Ryan Stone: You’re losing altitude, Tiangong. You keep dropping and you’re going to kiss the atmosphere. But not without me, because you’re my last ride.
[she puts her hand on the latch that opens the hatch door]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Wait.
[she grabs the fire extinguisher and places her hand back on the latch]
Ryan Stone: Okay.
[she watches the station intently as the capsule gets closer to it]
Ryan Stone: Five, four, three, no more just driving. Let’s go home.
[suddenly she turns the latch and the hatch door swings wide open and Ryan is forced out of the capsule, as the capsule spins off Ryan then uses the fire extinguisher to thrust herself towards the Chinese station]
Ryan Stone: Steady. Okay, come on, come on. Steady, steady. Come on. Come on. Where are you? Where are you?
[she turns herself and spots the station]
Ryan Stone: Forty-five, ninety, one-eighty, one-eighty.


 

[she uses the fire extinguisher to thrust herself closer to the station]
Ryan Stone: Come on. Okay, okay. Okay. Alright.
[she manages to reach the station but before she can grab hold of something the fire extinguisher runs out and she lets go of it]
Ryan Stone: Damn it.
[as she starts floating away she reaches down to grab hold of something]
Ryan Stone: Down, down, down. Come to Mama.
[she manages to grab hold of something, and then starts to climb towards the airlock, as she reaches the hatch she notices a pieces of debris coming towards her and it shoots right past her, she quickly opens the hatch and enters the as the debris starts to attack]


 

[inside the station the alarm is sounding as the station is being hit by the falling debris, Ryan takes off her helmet]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay.
[the cabin rumbles as the station is hit by debris]
Ryan Stone: Shit!
[she glides through the station trying to find the entrance to the Shenzhou]
Ryan Stone: Come on. Shenzhou, come on. Shenzhou. Shenzhou.
[the station continues to rumble as it gets hit by the debris]
Ryan Stone: Fuck! Okay, this way. Shenzhou, where are you? Come on, where are you? What’s this?
[the debris attack starts shredding the station, at the same time Ryan finds the Shenzhou, enters it and closes the hatch, she sits in the commander chair and looks at the controls monitor where all the buttons have Chinese symbols on them]


 

[Ryan panics then looks out the window seeing that the station has been forced out of its orbit and is speeding towards earth, she looks back at the buttons on the controls monitor]
Ryan Stone: In the Soyuz, the power button is here.
[she presses the button and the power is turned on]
Ryan Stone: Ah. Okay, undocking, undocking.
[looking at the buttons in confusion]
Ryan Stone: Um, uh, eeny, meeny…
[she presses random buttons but hears an alarm go off]
Ryan Stone: Okay, that doesn’t sound good.
[she presses more buttons]
Ryan Stone: Miny, moe.
[she presses another button and a voice recording in Chinese comes on]
Ryan Stone: No hablo chino.
[she turns off the button to stop the alarm]
Ryan Stone: Miny, moe.
[she presses another button and the monitor shows the clock counting down as the undocking has been initialized]
Ryan Stone: Okay. Okay, good.


 

Ryan Stone: Houston. Houston, in the blind, this is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone reporting from the Shenzhou. I’m about to undock from Tiangong…
[the capsule is shaking violently as it plummets towards earth for re-entry]
Ryan Stone: Uh, and I have a bad feeling about this mission.
[she laughs]
Ryan Stone: Reminds me of a story, Houston…
[suddenly there’s a sounds of something exploding outside]
Ryan Stone: Aah! Aah! Aah! Never, never mind the story, Houston. Never mind the story. Aah! It’s getting hot in here. Okay. Alright. Okay. Alright, the way I see it, there’s only two possible outcomes. Either I make it down there in one piece and I have one hell of a story to tell, or I burn up in the next ten minutes. Either way, whichever way, no harm, no foul!
[she laughs as the cabin gets hotter and continues to shake violently]
Ryan Stone: Because either way, it’ll be one hell of a ride. I’m ready.
[she grabs her helmet and puts it on, outside we see the station is on fire and breaking apart, the Shenzhou is spinning wildly and everything is heating, Ryan manages to press the button to activate tri-module separation and the cabin plummets towards the surface of the earth along with the rest of the pieces of the station all scorching with fire]


 

[as the Shenzhou enters earth’s atmosphere a parachute releases, at the same time Ryan hears radio cracking to life as Houston is finally able to make contact]
Mission Control: Shenzhou, in the blind, this is Houston. Indicate FM frequency. Our radars detect you on a re-entry trajectory. If you copy, please confirm identity.
[as the capsule rapidly approaches the ground it suddenly hits the water of a lake and floats for a moment, inside the capsule Ryan takes off her helmet]
Mission Control: This is Houston, do you…
[the radio crackles and the voice of Mission Control fades, Ryan unstraps herself from her chair]
Mission Control: Please confirm identity. We’ve deployed a rescue mission to retrieve you. Rescue mission is on the way.
[Ryan presses some button to open the hatch door when it suddenly explodes and the door is launched away and water starts pouring in through the hatch]
Mission Control: Shenzhou, in the blind, this is Houston. We’ve deployed a rescue mission to retrieve you.


 

[last lines; Ryan tries to make her way out of the hatch, but the current of the water pushes her back in, she struggles as the water floods the capsule and sinks it to the bottom of the ocean, Ryan manages to swim out of the capsule but the weight of her suit makes it impossible for her to swim up, she frantically gets the suit off and swims to the top and takes a huge gulp of breath, she looks up at the sky for a moment as she floats in the water and sees pieces of the burning station shooting across the sky, she swims towards the shore and collapses on the beach, she grabs some of the wet sand in her hand and laughs]
Ryan Stone: Thank you.
[she pushes herself up to stand but her arms give way, she collapses and laughs]
Ryan Stone: No.
[she finally manages to push herself up and stand, she looks up and laughs again with joy, then she tentatively starts to take her first steps on land]


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