НАЗВАНИЕ: 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
ГОД: 1968
СЦЕНАРИСТ: Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke
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     2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY

           Screenplay

               by

Stanley Kubrick & Arthur C. Clark
TITLE CARD:

"PART I
AFRICA
3,000,000 YEARS AGO"


VIEWS OF AFRICAN DRYLANDS – DROUGHT

The remorseless drought had lasted now for ten million years, and
would not end for another million. The reign of the terrible
lizards had long since passed, but here on the continent which
would one day be known as Africa, the battle for survival had
reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in
sight. In this dry and barren land, only the small or the swift or
the fierce could flourish, or even hope to exist.


INT. / EXT. CAVES – MOONWATCHER

The man-apes of the field had none of these attributes, and they
were on the long, pathetic road to racial extinction. About twenty
of them occupied a group of caves overlooking a small, parched
valley, divided by a sluggish, brown stream.

The tribe had always been hungry, and now it was starving. As the
first dim glow of dawn creeps into the cave, Moonwatcher discovers
that his father has died during the night. He did not know the Old
One was his father, for such a relationship was beyond his
understanding. but as he stands looking down at the emaciated body
he feels something, something akin to sadness. Then he carries his
dead father out of the cave, and leaves him for the hyenas.

Among his kind, Moonwatcher is almost a giant. He is nearly five
feet high, and though badly undernourished, weighs over a hundred
pounds. His hairy, muscular body is quite man-like, and his head
is already nearer man than ape. The forehead is low, and there are
great ridges over the eye-sockets, yet he unmistakably holds in
his genes the promise of humanity. As he looks out now upon the
hostile world, there is alreadysomething in his gaze beyond the
grasp of any ape. In those dark, deep-set eyes is a dawning
awareness-the first intimations of an intelligence which would not
fulfill itself for another two million years.


EXT. THE STREAM – THE OTHERS

As the dawn sky brightens, Moonwatcher and his tribe reach the
shallow stream.

The Others are already there. They were there on the other side
every day – that did not make it any less annoying.

There are eighteen of them, and it is impossible to distinguish
them from the members of Moonwatcher's own tribe. As they see him
coming, the Others begin to angrily dance and shriek on their side
of the stream, and his own people reply In kind.

The confrontation lasts a few minutes – then the display dies out
as quickly as it has begun, and everyone drinks his fill of the
muddy water. Honor has been satisfied – each group has staked its
claim to its own territory.


EXT. AFRICAN PLAIN – HERBIVORES

Moonwatcher and his companions search for berries, fruit and
leaves, and fight off pangs of hunger, while all around them,
competing with them for the samr fodder, is a potential source of
more food than they could ever hope to eat. Yet all the thousands
of tons of meat roaming over the parched savanna and through the
brush is not only beyond their reach; the idea of eating it is
beyond their imagination. They are slowly starving to death in the
midst of plenty.


EXT. PARCHED COUNTRYSIDE – THE LION

The tribe slowly wanders across the bare, flat countryside
foraging for roots and occasional berries.

Eight of them are irregularly strung out on the open plain, about
fifty feet apart.

The ground is flat for miles around.

Suddenly, Moonwatcher becomes aware of a lion, stalking them about
300 yards away.

Defenceless and with nowhere to hide, they scatter in all
directions, but the lion brings one to the ground.


EXT. DEAD TREE – FINDS HONEY

It had not been a good day, though as Moonwatcher had no real
remembrance of the past he could not compare one day with another.
But on the way back to the caves he finds a hive of bees in the
stump of a dead tree, and so enjoys the finest delicacy his people
could ever know. Of course, he also collects a good many stings,
but he scacely notices them. He is now as near to contentment as
he is ever likely to be; for thought he is still hungry, he is not
actually weak with hunger. That was the most that any hominid
could hope for.


INT. / EXT. CAVES – NIGHT TERRORS

Over the valley, a full moon rises, and a cold wind blows down
from the distant mountains. It would be very cold tonight – but
cold, like hunger, was not a matter for any real concern; it was
merely part of the background of life.

This Little Sun, that only shone at night and gave no warmth, was
dangerous; there would be enemies abroad. Moonwatcher crawls out
of the cave, clambers on to a large boulder besides the entrance,
and squats there where he can survey the valley. If any hunting
beast approached, he would have time to get back to the relative
safety of the cave.
Of all the creatures who had ever lived on Earth, Moonwatcher's
race was the first to raise their eyes with . INTerest to the
Moon, and though he could not remember it, when he was young,
Moonwatcher would reach out and try to touch its ghostly face. Now
he new he would have to find a tree that was high enough.

He stirs when shrieks and screams echo up the slope from one of
the lower caves, and he does not need to hear theo occasional
growl of the lion to know what is happening. Down there in the
darkness, old One-Eye and his family are dying, and the thought
that he might help in some way never crosses Moonwatcher's mind.
The harsh logic of survival rules out such fancies. Every cave is
silent, lest it attract disaster.

And in the caves, in tortured spells of fitful dozing and fearful
waiting, were gathered the nightmares of generations
yet to come.


EXT. THE STREAM – INVASION

The Others are growing desperate; the forage on their side of the
valley is almost exhausted. Perhaps they realise that
Moonwatcher's tribe has lost three of its numbers during the
night, for they choose this mourning to break the truce. When they
meet at the river in the still, misty dawn, there is a deeper and
more menacing note in their challenge. The noisy but usually
harmless confrontation lasts only a few seconds before the
invasion begins.

In an uncertainly-moving horde, the Others cross the river,
shieking threats and hunched for the attack. They are led by a
big-toothed hominid of Moonwatcher's own size and age.

Startled and frightened, the tribe retreats before the first
advance, throwing nothing more substantial than imprecations at
the invaders. Moonwatcher moves with them, his mind a mist of rage
and confusion. To be driven from their own territory is a great
badness, but to lose the river is death. He does not know what to
do; it is a situation beyond his experience.

Then he becomes dimly aware that the Others are slowing down, and
advancing with obvious reluctance. The further they move from
their own side, the more uncertain and unhappy they become. Only
Big-Tooth still retains any of his original drive, and he is
rapidly being seperated from his followers.
As he sees this, Moonwatcher's own morale immediately revives. He
slows down his retreat, and begins to make
reassuring noises to his companions. Novel sensations fill his dim
mind – the first faint precursors of bravery and leadership.

Before he realizes it, he is face to face with Big-Tooth, and the
two tribes come to a halt many paces away.

The disorganized and unscientific conflict could have ended
quickly if either had used his fist as a club, but this
innovation still lay hundreds of thousands of years in the future.
Instead, the slowly weakening fighters claw and
scratch and try to bite each other.
Rolling over and over, they come to a patch of stony ground, and
when they reach it Moonwatcher is on top. By chance, he chooses
this moment to grab the hair on Big-Tooth's scalp, and bang his
head on the ground. The resulting CRACK is so satisfactory, and
produces such an immediate weakening in Big-Tooth's resistance,
that he quickly repeats it.

Even when Big-Tooth ceases to move for some time, Moonwatcher
keeps up the exhilirating game.

With shrieks of panic, the Others retreat back, across the stream.
The defenders cautiously pursue them as far as the water's edge.


EXT. CAVE – NEW SOUND

Dozing fitfully and weakened by his stuggle, Moonwatcher is
startled by a sound.

He sits up in the fetid darkness of the cave, straining his senses
out into the night, and fear creeps slowly into his soul. Never in
his life – already twice as long as most members of his species
could expect – has he heard a sound like this. The great cats
approached in silence, and the only thing that betrayed them was a
rare slide of earth, or the occasional cracking of a twig. Yet
this is a continuing crunching noise that grows steadily louder.
It seemed that some enormous beast was moving through the night,
making no attempt at concealment, and ignoring all obstacles.

And then there came a sound which Moonwatcher could not possibly
have identified, for it had never been heard before in the history
of this planet.


EXT. CAVE – NEW ROCK

Moonwatcher comes face to face with the New Rock when he leads the
tribe down to the river in the first light of morning. He had
almost forgotten the terror of the night, because nothing had
happened after that initial noise, so he does not even associate
this strange thing with danger or with fear. There is nothing in
the least alarming about it.
It is a cube about fifteen feet on a side, and it is made of some
completely transparent material; indeed, it is not easy
to see except when the light of the sun glints on its edges. There
are no natural objects to which Moonwatcher can
compare this apparition. Though he is wisely cautious of most new
things, he does not hesitate to walk up to it. As nothing happens,
he puts out his hand, and feels a warm, hard surface.

After several minutes of intense thought, he arrives at a
brilliant explanation. It is a rock, of course, and it must have
grown during the night. There are many plants that do this –
white, pulpy things shaped like pebbles, that seem to shoot up in
the hours of darkness. It is true that they are small and round,
whereas this is large and square; but greater and later
philosophers than Moonwatcher would be prepared to overlook
equally striking exceptions to their laws.
This really superb piece of abstract thinking leads Moonwatcher to
a deduction which he immediately puts to the test. The white,
round pebble-plants are very tasty (though there were a few that
made one violently sick); perhaps this square one...?

A few licks and attempted nibbles quickly disillusion him. There
is no nourishment here; so like a sensible hominid, he continues
on his way to the river and forgets all about the Cube.


EXT. CUBE – FIRST LESSON

They are still a hundred yards from the New Rock when the sound
begins.

It is quite soft, and it stops them in their tracks, so that they
stand paralyzed on the trail with their jaws hanging. A simple,
maddeningly repetitious rhythm pulses out of the crystal cube and
hypnotises all who come within its spell. For the first time – and
the last, for two million year – the sound of drumming is heard in
Africa.

The throbbing grows louder, more insistent. Presently the hominids
begin to move forward like sleep-walkers, towards the source of
that magnetic sound. Sometimes they take little dancing steps, as
their blood responds to the rhythms that their descendants will
not create for ages yet.

Totally entranced, they gather around the Cube, forgetting the
hardships of the day, the perils of the approaching dusk, and the
hunger in their bellies.

Now, spinning wheels of light begin to merge, and the spokes fuse
into luminous bars that slowly recede into the distance, rotating
on their axes as they do; and the hominids watch, wideeyed,
mesmerized captives of the Crystal Cube.

Then by some magic – though it was no more magical than all that
had gone on before – a perfectly normal scene appears. It is as if
a cubical block had been carved out of the day and shifted into
the night. Inside that block is a group of four hominids, who
might have been members of Moonwatcher's own tribe, eating chunks
of meat. The carcass of a wart-hog lies near them.

This little family of male and female and two children is gorged
and replete, with sleek and glossy pelts – and this was a
condition of life that Moonwatcher had never imagined. From time
to time they stir lazily, as they loll at ease near the entrance
of their cave, apparently at peace with the world. The spectacle
of domestic bliss merges into a totally different scene.

The family is no longer reposing peacefully outside its cave; it
is foraging, searching for food like any normal hominids.

A small wart-hog ambles past the group of browsing humanoids
without giving them more than a glance, for they had never been
the slightest danger to its species.

But that happy state of affairs is about to end. The big male
suddenly bends down, picks up a heavy stone lying at his feet –
and hurls it upon the unfortunate pig. The stone descends upon its
skull, making exactly the same noise that Moonwatcher had produced
in his now almost forgotten encounter with Big-Tooth. And the
result, too, is much the same – the warthog gives one amazed,
indignant squeal, and collapses in a motionless heap.

Then the whole sequence begins again, but this time it unfolds
itself with incredible slowness. Every detail of the movement can
be followed; the stone arches leisurely through the air, the pig
crumples up and sinks to the ground. There the scene freezes for
long moments, the slayer standing motionless above the slain, the
first of all weapons in his hand.

The scene suddenly fades out. The cube is no more than a
glimmering outline in the darkness; the hominids stir, as if
awakening from a dream, realise where they are, and scuttle back
to their caves.

They have no concious memory of what they had seen; but that
night, as he sits brooding at the entrance of his lair, his ears
attuned to the noises of the world around him, Moonwatcher feels
the first faint. twinges of a new and potent emotion – the urge to
kill. He had taken his first step towards humanity.


EXT. CAVE AND PLAINS – UTOPIA

Babies were born and sometimes lived; feeble, toothless thirty-
year-olds died; the lion took its toll in the night; the Others
threatened daily across the river – and the trib prospered. In the
course of a single year, Moonwatcher and his companions had
changed almost beyond recognition.

They had become as plump as the family in the Cave, who no longer
haunted their dreams. They had learned their lessons well; now
they could handle all the stone tools and weapons that the Cube
had revealed to them.

They were no longer half-numbed with starvation, and they had time
both for leisure and for the first rudiments of thought. Their new
way of life was casually accepted, and they did not associate it
in any way with the crystal cube still standing outside their
cave.

But no Utopia is perfect, and this one had two blemishes. The
first was the marauding lion, whose passion for hominids seemed to
have grown even stronger now that they were better nourished. The
second was the tribe across the river; for somehow the Others had
survived, and had stubbornly refused to die of starvation.


EXT. CAVES – KILLING THE LION

With the partly devoured carcass of a warthog laid out on the
ground at the point. he hope the boulder would impact, Moonwatcher
and three of his bravest companions wait for two consecutive
nights. On the third the lion comes, betraying his presences by a
small pebble slide.
When they can here the lion below, softly tearing at the meat,
they strain themselves against the massive boulder. The sound of
the lion stops; he is listening. Again they silently heave against
the enormous stone, exerting the final limits of their strength.
The rock begin to tip to a new balance point..

The lion twitches alert to this sound, but having no fear of these
creatures, he makes the first of two mistakes which will cost him
his life; he goes back to his meal.

The rock moves slowly over the ledge, picking up speed with
amazing suddeness. It strikes a projection in the cliff about
fifteen feet above the ground, which deflects its path outward.

Just at this instant, the lion reacts instinctively and leaps away
from the face of the cliff directly into the path of the
onrushing boulder. He has combined the errors of overconfidence
and bad luck.

The next morning they find the lion in front of the cave. They
also find one of their tribe who had incautiously peeped out to
see what was happening, and was apparently killed by a small rock
torn loose by the boulder; but this was a small price to pay for
such a great victory.

And then one night the crystal cube was gone, and not even
Moonwatcher ever thought of it again. He was still wholly unaware
of all that it had done.




EXT. STREAM – MASTER OF THE WORLD

From their side of the stream, in the never violated safety of
their own territory, the Others see Moonwatcher and fourteen males
of his tribe appear from behind a small hillock over-looking the
stream, silhouetted against the dawn sky.

The Others begin to scream their daily challenge. But today
something is different, though the Others do not immediatly
recognize this fact.

Instead of joining the verbal onslaught, as they had always done,
Moonwatcher and his small band decended from the rise, and begin
to move forward to the stream with a quiet purposefulness never
befor seen.

As the Others watch the figures silently approaching in the
morning mist, they become aware of the terrible strangness of this
encounter, and their rage gradually subsides down to an uneasy
silence.

At the water's edge, Moonwatcher and his band stop. They carry
their bone clubs and bone knives. Led by One-ear, the Others half-
heartly resume the battle- chant. But they are suddenly confrunted
with a vision that cuts the sound from their throats, and strikes
terror into their hearts.
Moonwatcher, who had been partly concealed by two males who walked
before him, thrusts his arm high into the air. In his hand he
holds a stoud tree branch. Mounted atop the branch is the bloody
head of the lion, its mouth jammed open with a stick, displaying
its frightful fangs.

The Others gape in fearful disbelief at this display of power.

Moonwatchers stands motionless, thrusting the lion's head high.
Then with majestic deliberation, still carrying his mangled
standard above his head, he begins to cross the stream, followed
by his band.

The Others fade back from the stream, seeming to lack even the
ability to flee.

Moonwatcher steps ashore and walks to One-Ear, who stands unsurely
in front of his band.

Though he is a veteran of numerous combats at the water's edge,
One-Ear has never been attacked by an enemy who had not first
displayed his fighting rage; and he had never before been attacked
with a weapon. One-Ear, merely looks up at the raised club until
the heavey thigh bone of an antelope brings the darkness down
around him.




The Others stare in wonder at Moonwatcher's power.

Moonwatcher surveys the scene. Now he was master of the world, and
he was not sure what to do next... But he would think of
something.


TITLE CARD:

"PART II
YEAR 2001"


EARTH FROM 200 MILES UP

                          NARRATOR
              By the year 2001, overpopulation has
              replaced the problem of starvation, but
              this was ominously offset by the absolute
              and utter perfection of the weapon.
              Hundreds of giant bombs had been placed in
              perpetual orbit above the Earth. They were
              capable of incinerating the entire Earth's
              surface from an altitude of 100 miles.
                       FRENCH BOMB NARRATOR
           Matters were further complicated by the
           presence of twenty-seven nations in the
           nuclear club. There had been no deliberate
           or accidental use of nuclear weapons since
           World War II and some people felt secure
           in this knowledge. But to others, the
           situation seemed comparible to an airline
           with a perfect safety record; in showed
           admirable care and skill but no one
           expected it to last forever.


ORION-III SPACECRAFT IN FIGHT AWAY FROM EARTH, 200 MILES ALTITUDE


ORION-III PASSENGER AREA

Dr. Heywood Floyd is the only passenger in the elegant cabin
designed for 30 people. He is asleep.

His pen floats near his hand.


ORION-III COCKPIT

Pilot,Co-Pilot and Floyd can be seen asleep on a small TV monitor.

Stewardess is putting on lipstick. She sees pen.

Stewardess goes back to passenger area, rescues pen and clips it
back in Floyd's pocket.


SPACE STATION-5

The raw sunlight of space dazzles from the polished metal surfaces
of the slowly revolving, thousand-foot diameter space station.
Drifting in the same orbit, we see swept-back titov-v spacecraft.
Also the almost spherical aries-ib


ORION-III PASSENGER AREA

Floyd awake but groggy, looks out of window.


ORION-III COCKPIT

The Co-Pilot in radio communication with the space station.


THE ORION-III SPACECRAFT IN DOCKING APPROACH

The Earth is seen in breath-taking view in background.


INSIDE DOCKING CONTROL

We see Orion-III manouvering in background.
From docking port we see the Orion-III inching in to complete its
docking. We see various windowed booths inside docking port. We
see the Pilot and Co-Pilot inside the Orion-III cockpit.


SPACE STATION RECEPTION AREA

Receptionist at desk. Miller enters, hurrying. he goes to the
elevator and presses button. He waits impatiently.

We see elevator indicator working

Elevator door opens and floyd is seen unstrapping himself.

The Elevator Girl is seated by the door.

                       MILLER
           Oh, good morning, Dr. Floyd. I'm Nick
           Miller.

                       FLOYD
           How do you do, Mr. Miller?



                       MILLER
           I'm terribly sorry. I was just on my way
           down to meet you. I saw your ship dock and
           I knew I had plenty of time, and I was on
           my way out of the office when, suddenly,
           the phone rang.

                       FLOYD
           Oh, please don't worry about it.

                       MILLER
           Well, thank you very much for being so
           understanding.

                       FLOYD
           Please, it really doesn't matter.

                       MILLER
           Well... Did you have a pleasant flight?

                       FLOYD
           Yes, very pleasant.

                       MILLER
           Well, shall we go through Documentation?

                       FLOYD
           Fine.

                       RECEPTIONIST
           Will you use number eight, please?

                       MILLER
           Thank you, Miss Turner.
They enter the passport area.

Receptionist presses "ENGLISH" bar on her console and smiles as
Floyd goes through.

Tn automated passport section. They stop in front of a booth
featuring a TV screen.

                       PASSPORT GIRL (TV)
           Good morning and welcome to Voice Print
           Identification. When you see the red light
           go on would you please state in the
           following order; your desitination, your
           nationality and your full name. Surname
           first, christian name and initial. For
           example: Moon, American, Smith, John, D.
           Thank you.

There is a pause and a red bar lights up.


                       FLOYD
           Moon, American, Floyd, Heywood, R.

The red light goes off. there is a delay of about two seconds and
the woman's face reappears.

                       FLOYD
           I've always wondered...

                       PASSPORT GIRL (TV)
                    (interrupting)
           Thank you. Despite and excellent and
           continually improving safety record there
           are certain risks inherent in space travel
           and an. Extremely high cost of pay load.
           Because of this it is necessary for the
           Space Carrier to advise you that it cannot
           be responsible for the return of your body
           to Earth should you become deceased on the
           Moon or en route to the Moon. However, it
           wishes to advise you that insurance
           covering this contingency is available in
           the Main Lounge. Thank you. You are
           cleared through Voice Print
           Identification.

The lights go off and the woman's face disappears.

The men exit the passport area.

                       MILLER
           I've reserved a table for you in the Earth
           Light room. Your connecting flight will be
           leaving in about one hour.

                       FLOYD
           Oh, that's wonderful.
INT. SPACE STATION – LOUNGE

Floyd and Miller walking.

                       MILLER
           Let's see, we haven't had the pleasure of
           a visit from you not since... It was about
           eight or nine months ago, wasn't it?

                       FLOYD
           Yes, I think so. Just about then.

                       MILLER
           I suppose you saw the work on our new
           section while you were docking.


                       FLOYD
           Yes, it's coming along very well.

They pass the Vision Phone booth.

                       FLOYD
           Oh, look, I've got to make a phone call.
           Why don't you go on into the Restaurant
           and I'll meet you in there.

                       MILLER
           Fine. I'll see you at the bar.

Floyd enter phone booth.

Sign on Vision Phone screen: "SORRY, TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER."

He enters the second booth and sits down.


FLOYD IN VISION PHONE

Little Girl of five answers.

                        CHILD
           Hello.

Vision Phone screen display sign "YOUR PARTY HAS NOT CONNECTED
VISION"

A few seconds later, the screen cahnges to an image of the child.

                       FLOYD
           Hello, darling, how are you?

                       CHILD
           Hello Daddy. Where are you?

                       FLOYD
           I'm at Space Station Five, darling. How
           are you?
                       CHILD
           I'm fine, Daddy. When are you coming home?

                       FLOYD
           Well, I hope in a few days, sweetheart.

                       CHILD
           I'm having a party tomorrow.

                       FLOYD
           Yes, I know that sweetheart.

                       CHILD
           Are you coming to my party?
                       FLOYD
           No, I'm sorry, darling, I told you I won't
           be home for a few days.

                       CHILD
           When are you coming home?

                       FLOYD
           In three days, darling, I hope.

Floyd holds up three fingers.

                       FLOYD
           One, two, three. Can I speak to Mommy?

                       CHILD
           Mommy's out to the hair-dresser.

                       FLOYD
           Where is Mrs. Brown?

                       CHILD
           She's in the bathroom.

                       FLOYD
           Okay, sweetheart. Well, I have to go now.
           Tell Mommy that I called.

                       CHILD
           How many days until you come home?

                       FLOYD
           Three, darling. One... two... three. Be
           sure to tell Mommy I called.

                       CHILD
           I will, Daddy.

                       FLOYD
           Okay, sweetheart. Have a lovely Birthday
           Party tomorrow.

                       CHILD
           Thank you, Daddy.
                       FLOYD
           I'll wish you a happy Birthday now and
           I'll see you soon. All right, Darling?

                         CHILD
           Yes, Daddy.

                       FLOYD
           Bye-bye, now, sweetheart.


                       CHILD
           Goodbye, Daddy.


VISION PHONE PROCEDURE FOR INFORMATION

Vision Phone procedure for dialling.

                       OPERATOR
           Good morning, Macy's.

                       FLOYD
           Good morning. I'd like the Vision shopper
           for the Pet Shop, please.

                       OPERATOR
           Just one moment.

The picture flips and we see a Woman standing in front of a
specially designed display screen.

                       VISION SALES GIRL
           Good morning, sir, may I help you?

                       FLOYD
           Yes, I'd like to buy a bush baby.

                       VISION SALES GIRL
           Just a moment, sir.

The Girl keys some inputs and a moving picture appears on the
screen of a cage containing about six bush babies, beautifully
displayed against a white background.

                       VISION SALES GIRL
           Gere you are, sir. Here is a lovely
           assortment of African bush babies. They
           are twenty Dollars each.

                       FLOYD
           Yes, well... Pick out a nice one for me, a
           friendly one, and I'd like it delivered
           tomorrow.
                       VISION SALES GIRL
           Certainly, sir. Just let us have your name
           and Bank identification for V.P.I., and
           then give the name and address of the
           person you'd like the pet delivered to and
           it will be delivered tomorrow.

Some time during this conversation, Floyd sees Elena, Smyslov and
the other two Russians pass his Vision Phone window. Elena taps
and mimes "Hello", gesturing toward a table behind Floyd where
they all sit down.

                       FLOYD
           Thank you very much. Floyd, Heywood, R.,
           First National Bank of Washington. Please
           deliver to Miss Josephine Floyd, 9423
           Dupre Avenue, N.W.14.

                       VISION SALES GIRL
           Thank you very much, sir. It will be
           delivered tomorrow.


SPACE STATTION 5 – LOUNGE

                       FLOYD
           Well, how nice to see you again, Elena.
           You're looking wonderful.

                       ELENA
           How nice to see you, Hyewood. This is my
           good friend, Dr. HeywoodFLOYD. I'd like
           you to meet Andre Smyslov...

Smyslov and the two other Russian women stand up and smile.

They shake hands after introduction and ad-lib "Hellos".

                       ELENA
           And this is Dr. Kalinan... Stretyneva...

The Russians are very warm and friendly.

                       SMYSLOV
           Dr. Floyd, won't you join us for a drink?

                       FLOYD
           I'm afraid I've only got a few minutes,
           but I'd love to.

There is a bit of confusion as all realize there is not enough
room for another person at the table. Smyslov offers Floyd his
chair and borrows another from a nearby table.

                       SYMYSLOV
           What would you like to drink?
                       FLOYD
           Oh, I really don't have time for a drink.
           If it's all right I'll just sit for a
           minute and then I've got to be off.

                       SMYSLOV
           Are you quite sure?

                       FLOYD
           Yes, really, thank you very much.

                       ELENA
           Well... How's your lovely wife?

                       FLOYD
           She's wonderful.

                       ELENA
           And your charming little daughter?

                       FLOYD
           Oh, she's growing up very fast. As a
           matter of fact, she's six tomorrow.

                       ELENA
           Oh, that's such a delightful age.

                       FLOYD
           How is gregor?

                       ELENA
           He's fine. But I'm afraid we don't get a
           chance to see each other very much these
           days.

Polite laughter.

                       FLOYD
           Well, where are all of you off to?

                       ELENA
           Actually, we're on our way back from the
           moon. We've just spent three months
           calibrating the new antenna at Tchalinko.
           And what about you?

                       FLOYD
           Well, as it happens, I'm on my way up to
           the moon

                       SMYSLOV
           Are you, by any chance, going up to your
           base at Clavius?

                       FLOYD
           Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

The Russians exchange significant glances.
            FLOYD
Is there any particular reason why you
ask?

            SMYSLOV
         (pleasantly)
Well, Dr. Floyd, I hope that you don't
think I'm too inquisitive, but perhaps you
can clear up the mystery about what's been
going on up there.

            FLOYD
I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I know what
you mean.

            SMYSLOV
Well, it's just for the past two weeks
there have been some extremely odd things
happening at Clavius.

           FLOYD
Really?

            SMYSLOV
Yes. Well, for one thing, whenever you
phone the base, all you can get is a
recording which repeats that the phone
lines are temporarily out of order.

            FLOYD
Well, I suppose they've been having a bit
of trouble with some of the equipment.

            SMYSLOV
Yes, well at first we thought that was the
explanation, but it's been going on for
the past ten days.

            FLOYD
You mean you haven't been able to get
anyone at the base for ten days?

            SMYSLOV
That's right.

           FLOYD
I see.

            ELENA
Another thing, Heywood, two days ago, one
of our rocket buses was denied permission
for an emergency landing at Clavius.

            FLOYD
How did they manage to do that without any
communication?

            ELENA
Clavius Control came on the air just long
enough to transmit their refusal.
                          FLOYD
              Well, that does sound very odd.

                          SMYSLOV
              Yes, and I'm afaid there's going to be a
              bit of a row about it. Denying the men
              permission to land was a direct violation
              of the I.A.S. convention.

                          FLOYD
              Yes... Well, I hope the crew got back
              safely.

                          SMYSLOV
              Fortunately, they did.

                          FLOYD
              Well, I'm glad about that.

The Russians exchange more glances. One of the Women offers around
a pill box. Elena and another Russian take one and the third
Russian declines.

                          SMYSLOV
              Dr. Floyd, at the risk of pressing you on
              a point. you seem reticent to discuss, may
              I ask you a straightforward question?

                           FLOYD
              Certainly.

                          SMYSLOV
              Quite frankly, we have had some very
              reliable intelligence reports that a quite
              serious epidemic has broken out at
              Clavius. Something, apperently, of an
              unknown origin. Is this, in fact, what has
              happened?

A long, awkward pause.

                          FLOYD
              I'm sorry, Dr. Smyslov, but I'm really not
              at liberty to discuss this.

                          SMYSLOV
              This epidemic could easily spread to our
              base, Dr. Floyd. We should be given all
              the facts.

Long pause.

                          FLOYD
              Dr. Smyslov... I'm not permitted to
              discuss this.

                          ELENA
              Are you sure you won't change your mind
              about a drink?
                       FLOYD
           No, thank you... and I'm afraid now I
           really must be going.

                       ELENA
           Well, I hope that you and your wife can
           come to the I.A.C. conference in June.

                       FLOYD
           We're trying to get there. I hope we can.

                       ELENA
           Well, Gregor and I will look forward to
           seeing you.

                       FLOYD
           Thank you. It's been a great pleasure to
           meet all of you... Dr. Smyslov.

The Russians all rise and there are ad-libs of courtesy.

Floyd shakes hands and exits.

The Russians exchange a few serious paragraphes in Russian.


ARIES-IB IN SPACE

Earth much smaller than as seen from space station.

                       NARRATOR
           The Aries-IB has become the standard
           Space-Station-to-Lunar surface vehicle. It
           was powered by low-thrust plasma jets
           which would continue the mild acceleration
           for fifteen minutes. Then the ship would
           break the bonds of gravity and be a free
           and independent planet, circling the Sun
           in an orbit of its own.


ARIES PASSENGER AREA

Floyd is asleep, strtched out in the chair, covered with blankets
which are held secure by straps.

A Stewardess sits at the other side of the cabin, watching a
karate exhibition between two women on TV.

The elevator entrance door opens and the second Stewardess enters
carrying a tray of food.

She brings it to the other Stewardess.

                       STEWARDESS #1
           Oh, thank you very much.

                       STEWARDESS #2
           I see he's still asleep.
                       STEWARDESS #1
           Yes. He hasn't moved since we left.

Stewardess #2 exits into elevator.


ARIES GALLEY AREA

Stewardess exits from elevator, goes to the kitchen section,
removes two trays, walks up to the side of the wall and enters
Pilot's compartment.


ARIES-IB COCKPIT

Pilot, Co-Pilot.

Stewardess enters, carrying food.

                       PILOT
           Oh, thank you very much.

                        CO-PILOT
           Thank you.

Stewardess smiles.

                       PILOT
                    (sighs)
           Well, how's it going back there?

                       STEWARDESS
           Fine. Very quiet. He's been asleep since
           we left.

                       PILOT
           Well, no one can say that he's not
           enjoying the wonders of Space.

                       CO-PILOT
           Well, whatever's going on up there, he's
           going to arrive fresh and ready to go.

                       PILOT
           I wonder what really is going on up there?



                       CO-PILOT
           Well, I've heard more and more people talk
           of an epidemic.

                       PILOT
           I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or
           later.

                       CO-PILOT
           Berkeley told me that they think it came
           from contamination on a returning Mars
           flight.
                       PILOT
           Yes, well, whatever it is, they're
           certainly not fooling around. This is the
           first flight they allowed in for more than
           a week.

                       CO-PILOT
           I was working out what this trip must
           cost, taking him up there by himself and
           coming back empty.

                       PILOT
           I'll bet it's a fortune.

                       CO-PILOT
           Well, at ten thousand dollars a ticket, it
           comes to the better part of six hundred
           thousand dollars.

                       PILOT
           Well, as soon as he wakes up, I'm going to
           go back and talk to him. I must say, I'd
           like to find out what's going on.


ARIES-IB IN SPACE

Moon very large.


ARIES-IB PASSENGER AREA

Floyd finishing breakfast.

Pilot enters.

                       PILOT
           Well, good afternoon, Dr. Floyd. Did you
           have a good rest?

                       FLOYD
           Oh, marvellous. It's the first real sleep
           I've had for the past two days.
                       PILOT
           There's nothing like weightless sleep for
           a complete rest.

                       FLOYD
           When do we arrive at Clavius?

                       PILOT
           We're scheduled to dock in about seven
           hours. Is there anything we can do for
           you?

                       FLOYD
           Oh, no, thank you. The two girls have
           taken wonderful care of me. I'm just fine.
            PILOT
Well, if there is anything that you wnat,
just give a holler.

             FLOYD
Thank you.

            PILOT
Incidentally, Dr. Floyd, I wonder if I can
have a word with you about the security
arrangements?

            FLOYD
What do you mean?

            PILOT
Well... the crew is confined to the ship
when we land at Clavius. We have to stay
inside for the time it take to refit –
about twenty-four hours. And then we're
going to back empty.

             FLOYD
I see.

            PILOT
I take it this is something to do with the
trouble they're having up at Clavius?

            FLOYD
I'm afraid that's out of my department,
Captain.

            PILOT
Well, I'll tell you why I ask. You see,
I've got a girl who works in the Auditing
Department of the Territorial
Administrator and I haven't been able to
get her on the phone for the past week or
so, and with all these stories one hears,
I'm a little concerned about her.

            FLOYD
I see. Well, I'm sorry about that. I
wouldn't think there's any cause for
alarm.

            PILOT
Yes, well, I wouldn't have been too
concerned about it, except I've heard
these stories about the epidemic and, as a
matter of fact, I've heard that ten people
have died already.

            FLOYD
I wish I could be more helpful, Captain,
but as I've said, I don't think there's
any cause for alarm.
                       PILOT
           Well, fine. Thanks very much, anyway, and
           I hope you don't mind me asking?

                       FLOYD
           No, of course, Captain, I can understand
           your concern.

                       PILOT
           Well, thank you very much, and please let
           us know if there is anything we can do to
           make your trip more comfortable.


ARIES-IB CLOSER TO MOON

Floyd goes to Aries-IB washroom and looks at the very long list of
complicated instructions.


ARIES-IB CLOSER TO MOON

                                                      DISSOLVE TO:


FLOYD VISITING ARIES-IB COCKPIT

Weightless trick entrance.


ARIES-IB ORBITING MOON

                       NARRATOR
           The laws of Earthly aesthetics did not
           apply here, this world had been shaped and
           molded by other than terrestrial forces,
           operating over aeons of time unknown to
           the young, verdant Earth, with its
           fleeting Ice-Ages, its swiftly rising and
           falling seas, its mountain ranges
           dissolving like mists before the dawn.
           Here was age inconceivable – but not
           death, for the Moon had never lived until
           now.


ARIES-IB COCKPIT

The crew and docking control people on the moon go through their
docking routine. This has the ritualistic tone and cadence of
present-day jet landing procedure. We only hear docking control.


ARIES-IB DECENDING

See air-view of base.
                       NARRATOR
           The Base at Clavius was the first American
           Lunar Settlement that could, in an
           emergency, be entirely self-supporting.

                       NARRATOR
           Water and all the necessities of life for
           its eleven hundred men, women and children
           were produced from the Lunar rocks, after
           they had been crushed, heated and
           chemically processed.

A ground bus nuzzles up to coupling section of Aries-IB.


INSIDE GREAT AIRLOCK ENTRANCE

Ground bus pulls in. Giant doors close behind it.


INSIDE SECOND AIRLOCK

Doors open after outside section doors are closed. Ground bus
pulls in. See people waiting for second airlock doors to close.


LOW GRAVITY GYMNASIUM TRICK WITH CHILDREN


                       NARRATOR
           One of the attractions of life on the Moon
           was undoubtedly the low gravity which
           produced a sense of general well-being.


CHILDREN IN SCHOOL

Teacher showing Children views of Earth and map of Earth.

                       NARRATOR
           The personnel of the Base and their
           children were the forerunners of new
           nations, new cultures that would
           ultimately spread out across the solar
           system. They no longer thought of Earth as
           home. The time was fast approaching when
           Earth, like all mothers, must say farewell
           to her children.

DISSOLVE TO:


LARGE CENTRAL RECEPTION AREA

Doors branching off to different main halls. Small pond with
plastic white swan and a bit of grass. A few benches with three
women and their children having outing.

Floyd and Welcoming Party walk through after exiting elevator.
Halverson, Michaels and five Others.
                       FLOYD
                    (voice echoing)
           I must congratulate you Halvorsen. you've
           done wonderful things with the decor since
           the last time I was here.

                       HALVORSEN
                     (voice echoing)
           Well... thank you, Dr. Floyd. We try to
           make the environment as earthlike as
           possible.

                                                     DISSOLVE TO:


LOW CEILING CONFERENCE ROOM

U-shaped table facing three projecting screens. Seated around the
table are twenty Senior Base Personnel.

                       HALVORSEN
           Ladies and gentlemen, I should like to
           introduce Dr. Heywood Floyd, a
           distinguished member of the National
           Council of Astronautics. He has just
           completed a special flight here from Earth
           to be with us, and before the briefing he
           would like to say a few words. Dr. Floyd.

Polite applause. Floyd walks to front of room.

                       FLOYD
           First of all, I bring a personal message
           from Dr. Howell, who has asked me to
           convey his deepest appreciation to all of
           you for the personal sacrifices you have
           made, and of course his congratulations on
           your discovery which may well prove to be
           among the most significant in the history
           of science.

Polite applause.
                     FLOYD (CONT'D)
         Mr. Halvorsen has made known to me some of
         the conflicting views held by many of you
         regarding the need for complete security
         in this matter, and more specifically your
         strong opposition to the cover story
         created to give the impression there is an
         epidemic at the Base. I understand that
         beyond it being a matter of principle,
         many of you are troubled by the concern
         and anxiety this story of an epidemic
         might cause your relatives and friends on
         Earth. I can understand and sympathize
         with your negative views. I have been
         personally embarrassed by this cover
         story. But I fully accept the need for
         absolute secrecy and I hope you will. It
         should not be difficult for all of you to
         realise the potential for cutural shock
         and social disorientation contained in the
         present situation if the facts were
         prematurely and suddenly made public
         without adequate preparation and
         conditioning.

Pause.

                     FLOYD (CONT'D)
         This is the view of the Council and the
         purpose of my visit here is to gather
         addition facts and opinions on the
         situation and to prepare a report to the
         Council recommending when and how the news
         should eventually be announced. Are there
         any questions?

                     MICHAELS
         Dr. Floyd, how long do you think this can
         be kept under wraps?

                     FLOYD
                  (pleasantly)
         I'm afraid it can and it will be kept
         under wraps as long as it is deemed to be
         necessary by the Council. And of course
         you know that the Council has requested
         that formal security oaths are to be
         obtained in writing from everyone who had
         any knowledge of this event. There must be
         adequate time for a full study to be made
         of the situation before any consideration
         can be given to making a public
         announcement.

                     HALVORSEN
         We will, of course, cooperate in any way
         possible, Dr. Floyd.
SEVERAL SCENIC VIEWS OF MOON ROCKET BUS SKIMMING OVER SURFACE OF
MOON


INSIDE ROCKET BUS

Floyd, Halvorsen, Michaels, Fourth Man, Pilot and Co-Pilot. All in
space suits minus helmets.

Floyd is slowly looking through some photographs and magnetic maps
of the area.

He looks out of the window thoughtfully.

The photographes are taken from a satellite of the Moon's surface
and have numbered optical grid borders, like recent Mars photos.

A few seats away, Michaels and Halvorsen carry out a very banal
administartive conversation in low tones. It should revolve around
something utterly irrelevant to the present circumstances and very
much like the kind of discussion one hears all the time in other
organizations.

                                                      DISSOLVE TO:
TMA-1 EXCAVATION

Air-view. Rocket bus descending.

There are no lights on the actual excavation, only the landing
strip and the monitor dome.

Long shot monitor domes with a bit of excavation in shot. Six
small figures in space suits slowly walk toward excavation.


THE PARTY STOPS AT TOP OF TMA-1 EXCAVATION

A small control panel mounted at the head of the ramp. Michaels
throws a switch and the excavation is suddenly illuminated.

                       HALVORSEN
           Well, there it is.

                       FLOYD
           Can we go down there closer to it?

                        HALVORSEN
           Certainly.


THEY START DOWN WORKING RAMP

                       FLOYD
           Does your geology on it still check out?

                       MICHAELS
           Yes, it does. The sub-surface structure
           shows that it was deliberately buried
           about four million years ago.
                       FLOYD
           How can you tell it was deliberately
           buried?

                       MICHAELS
           By the deformation between the mother rock
           and the fill.

                       FLOYD
           Any clue as to what it is?

                       MICHAELS
           Not really. It's completely inert. No
           sound or energy sources have been
           detected. The surface is made of something
           incredibly hard and we've been barely able
           to scratch it. A laser drill might do
           something, but we don't want to be too
           rough until we know a little more.

                       FLOYD
           But you don't have any idea as to what it
           is?

                       MICHAELS
           Tomb, shine, survey-marker spare part,
           take your choice.

                       HALVORSEN
           The only thing about it that we are sure
           of is that it is the first direct evidence
           of intelligent life beyond the Earth.

Silent appreciation.

                       HALVORSEN
           Four million years ago, something,
           presumably from the stars, must have swept
           through the solar system and left this
           behind.

                       FLOYD
           Was it abandoned, forgotten, left for a
           purpose?

                       HALVORSEN
           I suppose we'll never know.

                       MICHAELS
           The moon would have made an excellent base
           camp for preliminary Earth surveys.

Some more silence.

                       FLOYD
           Any ideas about the colour?
                       MICHAELS
           Well, not really. At first glance, black
           would suggest something sun-powered, but
           then why would anyone deliberately bury a
           sun-powered device?

                       FLOYD
           Has it been exposed to any sun before now?

                       MICHAELS
           I don't think it has, but I'd like to
           check that. Simpson, what's the log on
           that?


INSIDE MONITOR DOME

We see a number of television-displays including several TV-views
of Floyd and company in the excavation.
                        SIMPSON
            The first surface was exposed at 0843 on
            the 12th April... Let me see... that would
            have been forty-five minutes after Lunar
            sun-set. I see here that special lighting
            equipment had to be brought up before any
            futher work could be done.


TMA-1 EXCAVATION

                        MICHAELS
           Thank you.

                       FLOYD
           And so this is the first sun that it's had
           in four million years.

                       PHOTOGRAPHER
           Excuse me, gentlemen, if you'd all line up
           on this side of the walkway we'd like to
           take a few photographes. Dr. Floyd, would
           you thand in the middle... Dr. Michaels on
           that side, Mr. Halvorsen on the other....
           thank you.

The Photographer quickly makes some exposures.

                       PHOTOGRAPHER
           Thank you very much gentlemen, I'll have
           the base photo section send you copies.

As the Men slowly seperate from their picture pose, there is a
piercingly powerful series of five electronic shrieks, each like a
hideously over-loaded and distorted time signal. Floyd
involuntarily tries to block his ears with his spacesuited hands.
Then comes mercily silence.
VARIOUS SHOTS OF SPACE MONITORS, ASTEROIDS, THE SUN, PLUTO, MARS

                          NARRATOR
              A hundred million miles beyond Mars, in
              the cold lonliness where no man had yet
              travelled, Deep-Space-Monitor-79 drifts
              slowly among the tangled orbits of the
              asteroids. Radiation detectors noted and
              analyzed incoming cosmic rays from the
              galaxy and points beyond; neutron and x-
              ray telescopes kept watch on strange stars
              that no human eye would eever see;
              magnetometers observed the gusts and
              hurricanes of the solar winds, as the sun
              breathed million mile-an-hour blasts of
              plasma into the faces of its circling
              children.
                          NARRATOR
              All these things and many others were
              patiently noted by Deep-Space-Monitor-79,
              and recorded in its crystalline memory.

                          NARRATOR
              But now it had noted something strange –
              the faint. Yet unmistakable distrubance
              rippling across the solar system, and
              quite unlike any natural phenomena it had
              ever observed in the past.

                          NARRATOR
              It was also observed by Orbiter M-15,
              circling Mars twice a day; and High
              Inclination Probe-21, climbing slowly
              above the planet of the ecliptic; and even
              artificial Comet-5, heading out into the
              cold wastes beyond Pluto, along an orbit
              whose far point. it would not reach for a
              thousand years.

                          NARRATOR
              All noticed the peculiar burst of energy
              that leaped from the face of the Moon and
              moved across the solar system, throwing
              off a spray of radiation like the wake of
              a racing speedboat.


TITLE CARD:

"PART III
14 MONTHS LATER"


DISCOVERY 1,000,000 MILES FROM EARTH

See Earth ans Moon small.

We see a blinding flash every five seconds from its nuclear pulse
propulsion. It strikes against the ship's thick ablative tail
plate.
Several cuts of this.


ANOTHER CLOSER VIEW OF DISCOVERY

See Bowman through command module window.


BOWMAN INSIDE DISCOVERY COMMAND MODULE

He is looking for something.

Computer readout display showing an ever-shifting assortment of
color-coded linear projections.

We see Poole in the background in computer brain centre area.
After a few seconds he exits.

The elapsed mision timer reads "DAY 003, HOUR 14, MINUTE 32,
SECOND 10".


BOWMAN EXITS TO ACCESS-LINK AIRLOCK

Bright color-coded doors lead to centrifuge and Pod Bay. Large
illuminated printed warnings and instructions governing link
operations are seen.

He presses necessary buttons to operate aitlock door to Pod Bay.


POD BAY

Bowman enters Pod Bay and continues his search.

Suddenly he finds it – his electronic newspad.

He exits Pod Bay.


AIRLOCK-LINK

In the airlock-link Bowman operates buttons to open door marked
"CENTRIFUGE".


CENTRIFUGE HUB

Inside the Centrifuge hub Bowman moves to the...


ENTRY PORT CONTROL PANEL

                       BOWMAN
           Hi. Frank... coming in, please.

                       POOLE
           Right. Just a sec.
                       BOWMAN
           Okay.
                     (pause)

                       POOLE
           Okay, come on down.

We see the rotating hub collar at the end. Behind it we see:

CENTRIFUGE HUB

The Centrifuge TV-display showing Sleepers and Pooleslowly
rotating by.

Poole secures some loose gear.

Poole looks up to TV monitor lens and waves.


BOWMAN AT PANEL

Stops rotation and moves to Entry Port.

When rotation stops we see a sign lights up: "WEIGHTLESS
CONDITION".

As Bowman disappears down Entry Port we see him on...

... TV-monitor, descending ladder. At the base of the ladder he
keys the Centrifuge operation panel. We see The TV-picture start
to rotate again. "WEIGHTLESS CONDITION" sign goes out.


INSIDE CENTRIFUGE

Bowman makes 180° walk to Poole. On way he passes the Sleepers.

We get a goos look at the three Men in their hibernaculums.

Poole is seated at a table reading his electronic newspad.

                       BOWMAN
                    (softly)
           Hi... How's it going?

                       POOLE
                     (absent but friendly)
           Great.

Bowman operates artificial food unit, takes a tray and sits down.
Keys on his electronic newspad and begins to eat. Both Men eat in
a friendly and relaxed silence.


DISCOVERY IN SPACE, STILL NUCLEAR PULSING

Earth and Moon can be seen in background.

                                                   DISSOLVE TO:
POOLE IS FINISHED

Bowman is still reading and working on his dessert.

                       POOLE
           Dave, if you've a minute, I'd like your
           advice on something.

                       BOWMAN
           Sure, what is it?

                       POOLE
           Well, it's nothing really important, but
           it's annoying.

                        BOWMAN
           What's up?

                       POOLE
           It's about my salary cheques.

                        BOWMAN
           Yes?

                       POOLE
           Well I got the papers on my official up-
           grading to AGS-19 two weeks before we
           left.

                       BOWMAN
           Yes, I remember you mentioning it. I got
           mine about the same time.

                       POOLE
           That's right. Well, naturally, I didn't
           say anything to Payroll. I assumed they'd
           start paying me at the higher grade on the
           next. pay cheque. But it's been almost
           three weeks now and I'm still being paid
           as an AGS-18.

                       BOWMAN
           Interesting that you mention it, because
           I've got the same problem.

                        POOLE
           Really.

                        BOWMAN
           Yes.

                       POOLE
           Yesterday, I finally called the Accounting
           Office at Mission Control, and all they
           could tell me was that they'd received the
           AGS-19 notification for the other three
           but not mine, and apparently not yours
           either.
            BOWMAN
Did they have any explanation for this?

            POOLE
Not really. They just said it might be
because we trained at Houston and they
trained in Marshall, and that we're being
charged against different accounting
offices.

            BOWMAN
It's possible.

            POOLE
Well, what do you think we ought to do
about it?

            BOWMAN
I don't think we should make any fuss
about it yet. I'm sure they'll straighten
it out.

            POOLE
I must say, I never did understand why
they split us into two groups for
training.

            BOWMAN
No. I never did, either.

            POOLE
We spent so little time with them, I have
trouble keeping their names straight.

            BOWMAN
I suppose the idea was specialized
training.

            POOLE
I suppose so. Though, of course, there's a
more sinister explanation.

           BOWMAN
Oh?

            POOLE
Yes. You must have heard the rumour that
went around during orbital check-out.

            BOWMAN
No, as a matter of fact, I didn't.

            POOLE
Oh, well, apparently there's something
about the mission that the sleeping
beauties know that we don't know, and
that's why we were trained separately and
that's why they were put to sleep before
they were even taken aboard.
                       BOWMAN
           Well, what is it?

                       POOLE
           I don't know. All I heard is that there's
           something about the mission we weren't
           told.

                       BOWMAN
           That seems very unlikely.

                       POOLE
           Yes, I thought so.

                       BOWMAN
           Of course, it would be very easy for us to
           find out now.

                       POOLE
           How?

                       BOWMAN
           Just ask Hal. It's conceivable they might
           keep something from us, but they'd never
           keep anything from Hal.

                       POOLE
           That's true.

                       BOWMAN
                    (sighs)
           Well... it's silly, but... if you want to,
           why don't you?

Poole walks to the HAL 9000 computer.

                       POOLE
           Hal... Dave and I believe that there's
           something about the mission that we
           weren't told. Something that the rest of
           the crew know and that you know. We'd like
           to know whether this is true.

                       HAL
           I'm sorry, Frank, but I don't think I can
           answer that question without knowing
           everything that all of you know.

                       BOWMAN
           He's got a point..

                       POOLE
           Okay, then how do we re-phrase the
           question?

                       BOWMAN
           Still, you really don't believe it, do
           you?
            POOLE
Not really. Though, it is strange when you
think about it. It didn't really make any
sense to keep us apart during training.

            BOWMAN
Yes, but it's to fantastic to think that
they'd keep something from us.

            POOLE
I know. It would be almost inconceivable.

            BOWMAN
But not completely inconceivable?

            POOLE
I suppose it isn't logically impossible.

            BOWMAN
I guess it isn't.

            POOLE
Still, all we have to do is ask Hal.

            BOWMAN
Well, the only important aspect of the
mission are: where are we going, what will
we do when we get there, when are we
coming back, and... why are we going?

            POOLE
Right. Hal, tell me whether the following
statements are true or false.

            HAL
I will if I can, Frank.

            POOLE
Our Mission Profile calls for Discovery
going to Saturn. True or false?

           HAL
True.


            POOLE
Our transit time is 257 days. Is that
true?

            HAL
That's true.

            POOLE
At the end of a hundred days of
exploration, we will all go into
hibernation. Is this true?

            HAL
That's true.
                       POOLE
           Approximately five years after we go into
           hibernation, the recovery vehicle will
           make rendezous with us and bring us back.
           Is this true?

                         HAL
           That's true

                       POOLE
           There is no other purpose for this mission
           than to carry out a continuation of the
           space program, and to further our general
           knowledge of the planets. Is that true?

                       HAL
           That's true.

                       POOLE
           Thank you very much, Hal.

                         HAL
                         I hope I've been able to be of
                         some help.

Both men look at each other rather sheepishly.


DISCOVERY IN SPACE

Pulsing along. Earth and Moon.


DOCUMENTARY SEQUENCE ILLUSTRATING THE FOLLOWING ACTIVITIES

Split screen technique and superimposed clock to give sense of
simulaneous action and the feeling of a typical day.

In the course of these activities we shall see the computer used
in all of its functions.

                       NARRATOR
           Bowman and Poole settled down to the
           peaeful monotony of the voyage, and the
           next three months passed without incident.


BOWMAN TIME POOLE

TV NEWS – MORNING – 0800 – WAKES UP

BEDTIME SNACK – 0900 – BREAKFAST

TO SLEEP WITH – 1000 – GYMNASIUM INSTANT ELECTRONARCOSIS AND EAR
PLUGS

SLEEP – 1100 – SHIP INSPECTION

SLEEP – 1200 – HOUSEHOLD DUTIES
SLEEP – 1300 – LUNCH

SLEEP – 1400 – EXPERIMENTS AND ASTRONOMY

SLEEP – 1500 – EXPERIMENTS AND ASTRONOMY

SLEEP – 1600 – RECREATION

SLEEP – 1700 – RECREATION

WAKES UP – 1800 – GYMNASIUM

BREAKFAST – 1900 – DINNER

GYMNASIUM – 2000 – TV NEWS – EVENING PAPERS

MISSION CONTROL – 2100 – MISSION CONTROL REPORT     REPORT

FAMILY AND SOCIAL – 2200 – FAMILY AND SOCIAL TV CHAT TV CHAT

FILMS – 2300 – FILMS

LUNCH – 2400 – BEDTIME SNACK

INSPECTION – 0100 – INSTANT ELECTRONARCOSIS SLEEP

EXPERIMENTS – 0200 – SLEEP ASTRONOMY

EXPERIMENTS – 0300 – SLEEP

RECREATION – 0400 – SLEEP

HOUSEHOLD DUTIES 0500 – SLEEP

GYMNASIUM – 0600 – SLEEP

DINNER – 0700 – SLEEP
CENTRIFUGE

Bowman sitting at personal communication panel. Poole standing
nearby.

Bowman's parents are seen on the Vision Sscreen. Mother, father
and younger sister.

They are all singing "Happy Birthday". The parents, Poole and HAL.

The song ends.

                       FATHER
           Well, David there is a man telling us that
           we've used up our time.

                       MOTHER
           David... again we want to wish you a happy
           Birthday and God speed. We'll talk to you
           again tomorrow. Bye-bye now.

Chorus of "Good-byes".
Vision Scrren goes blank.

                         HAL
             Sorry to interrupt the festivities, Dave,
             but I think we've got a problem.

                         BOWMAN
             What is it, Hal?

                         HAL
             MY F.P.C. shows an impending failure of
             the antenna orientation unit.

TV display diagram of skeletonished picture of the ship.

Picture changes to closer sectionalised view of the ship.

Picture changes to actual component in color relief and its
warehouse number.

                         HAL
             The AO-unit should be replaced within the
             next. Seventy-two hours.

                         BOWMAN
             Right. Let me see the antenna alignment
             display, please.

TV-display of Earth very small in cross-hairs of grid picture.

Exterior view of the big dish antenna and Earth alignment
telescope.

CENTRIFUGE

                         HAL
             The unit is still operational, Dave. but
             it will fail within seventy-two hours.

                         BOWMAN
             I understand Hal. We'll take care of it.
             Please, let me have the hard copy.

Xeroxed diagrams come out of a slot.

                         POOLE
             Strange that the A.O. unit should go so
             quickly.

                         BOWMAN
             Well, I suppose it's lucky that that's the
             only trouble we've had so far.


DISCOVERY IN SPACE

No planets visible.

Shots of antenna.
CENTRIFUGE

We see Bowman and Poole go to a cupboard labelled in paper tape,
"RANDOM DECISION MAKER".

They removed a silver dollar in a protective case.

Poole flips the coin. Bowman call "Head",

It is tails. Poole wins.

Poole looks pleased.


DISCOVERY IN SPACE


POD BAY

Poole in space suit doing preliminary check out.


COMMAND MODULE

Bowman at flight control. See TV-picture of Poole in Pod Bay.

HAL's Pod Bay console with eye.

Poole goes to Pod Bay warehouse section and obtains component. He
carries it back to the pod and places it in front of the floor.

                         POOLE
             Hal, have pod arms secure the component.

                        HAL
             Roger.

See pod arms secure component.

                         POOLE
             Hal, please rotate Pod Number Two.

See the center pod rotate to face the Pod Bay doors.

Poole enters pod.

Inside pod, he does initial pre-flight check, tries buttons and
controls.

                         POOLE
             How do you read me, Dave?


BOWMAN IN COMMAND MODULE

                         BOWMAN
             Five by five, Frank.
INSIDE POD

                         POOLE
             How do you read me, Hal?

                         HAL
             Five by five, Frank.

                         POOLE
             Hal, I'm going out now to replace the AO-
             unit.

                         HAL
             I understand.

                         POOLE
             Hal, maintain normal E.V.A. condition.

                        HAL
             Roger.

             POOLE
             Hal, check all airlock doors secure.


                         HAL
             All airlock doors are secure.

                         POOLE
             Decompress Pod Bay.

See big Pod Bay air pumps at work.

                         HAL
             Pod Bay is decompressed. All doors are
             secure. You are free to open pod bay
             doors.

                         POOLE
             Opening pod bay doors.

Inside pod, Poole keys open Pod Bay doors.

Pod slowly edges out of Pod Bay.

Poole monoeuvres the pod carefully away from Discovery.


INSIDE COMMAND MODULE

Bowman can see tiny pod manoeuvring directly in front.


POOLE SEE BOWMAN IN COMMAND MODULE WINDOW

Pod slowly manoeuvres to antenna.

Pod fastens itself magnetically to sides of discovery at base of
antenna.
Special magnetic plates grip discovery sides.

The pod arms work to remove the faulty component.

Easy flip-bolts of a special design facilitate job.

Inside the pod, Poole works the arms by special control.


IN COMMAND MODULE

Bowman sees insert of work taken from TV camera POV in pod hand.

HAL stands by.

Poole secures the faulty part in one hand.

The new component is fitted into place by the other three hands
are snapped closed with the specially designed flip-bolts.


                       POOLE
           Hal, please acknowledge component
           correctly installed and fully operational.

                       HAL
           The component is correctly installed and
           fully operational.

The pod floats away from the discovery by shutting off the
electro-magnetic plates.

The pod manoeuvres away from the antenna and out in front of
discovery.

Bowman sees the pod through the command module window.

Poole sees Bowman in command module window.

Poole carefully manoeuvres toward the pod doors.

Pod stops a hundred feet away.

Poole keys automatic docking alignment mode.

Poole checks airlock safety procedure with hal.

HAL approves entry.

Poole actuates pod bay doors open.

See pod bay doors open.

Pod carefully manoeuvres on to docking arm, which then draws pod
into pod bay.

                                                      DISSOLVE TO:
POD BAY

The faulty A.O. unit lies on a testing bench connected to
electronic gear.

Poole stands for some time checking his results.

There should be some understandable display, which indicates the
part is functioning properly, even under one hundred percent
overload.

Ciruit continuity pulse sequencer.

Environmental vibration.




VK INTEGRITY

Bowman enters

                         BOWMAN
             How's it going?

                         POOLE
             I don't know. I've checked this damn thing
             four times now and even under a hundred
             per cent overload. There's no fault
             prediction indicated.

                         BOWMAN
             Well, that's something.

                         POOLE
             Yes, I don't know what to make of it.

                         BOWMAN
             I suppose computers have been known to be
             wrong.

                         POOLE
             Yes, but it's more likely that the
             tolerances on our testing gear are too
             low.

                         BOWMAN
             Anyway, it's just as well that we replace
             it. Better safe than sorry.


CENTRIFUGE

Bowman asleep.

Poole watching an asteroid in the telescope.

                         HAL
             Hello, Frank, can I have a word with you?
Poole walks to the computer.

                         POOLE
             Yes, Hal, what's up?

                         HAL
             It looks like we have another bad A.O.
             unit. My FPC shows another impending
             failure.

We see display appear on the screen showing skeletonised version
of ship, cutting to sectionalised view, cutting to close view of
the part.

CENTRIFUGE

Poole thinks for several seconds.

                         POOLE
             Gee, that's strange, Hal. We checked the
             other unit and couldn't find anything
             wrong with it.

                         HAL
             I know you did, Frank, but I assure you
             there was an impending failure.

                         POOLE
             Let me see the tracking alignment display.

Computer displays the view of Earth in the centre of the grid with
cross-hairs. the earth is perfectly centred.


CENTRIFUGE

                         POOLE
             There's nothing wrong with it at the
             moment.

                         HAL
             No, it's working fine right now, but it's
             going to go within seventy-two hours.

                         POOLE
             Do you have any idea of what is causing
             this fault?

                         HAL
             Not really, Frank. I think there may be a
             flaw in the assembly procedure.

                         POOLE
             All right, Hal. We'll take care of it. Let
             me have the hard copy, please.

Hard copy details come out of slot.
DISCOVERY IN SPACE

No planets visible.


CENTRIFUGE

Bowman gets out of bed, walks to the food unit and draws a hot cup
of coffee. Poole enters.


                         POOLE
             Good morning.

                         BOWMAN
             Good morning. How's it going?

                         POOLE
             Are you reasonably awake?

                         BOWMAN
             Oh, I'm fine, I'm wide awake. What's up?

                         POOLE
             Well... Hal's reported the AO-unit about
             to fail again.

                         BOWMAN
             You're kidding.

                         POOLE
             No.

                         BOWMAN
                      (softly)
             What the hell is going on?

                         POOLE
             I don't know. Hal said he thought it might
             be the assembly procedure.

                         BOWMAN
             Two units in four days. How many spares do
             we have?

                         POOLE
             Two more.

                         BOWMAN
             Well, I hope there's nothing wrong with
             the assembly on those. Otherwise we're out
             of business.


POD BAY

In Pod Bay Bowman obtains another component from the warehouse
goes out in the pod and replaces it.

Poole works in the command module.
This will be a condensed version of the previous scene with
different angles.

The sets will consist of the Pod Bay, Commans Module, pod
interior.

POD BAY

Bowman and Pole leaning over the faulty component, again wired to
testing gear.

Both men stare in puzzled silence.

See displays flash each testing parameter.

                       BOWMAN
                    (after long silence)
           Well, as far as I'm concerned, there isn't
           a damn thing wrong with these units. I
           think we've got a much more serious
           problem.

                       POOLE
           Hal?

                       BOWMAN
           Yes.


COMMUNICATIONS AREA

                       MISSION CONTROL
           I wouldn't worry too much about the
           computer. First of all, there is still a
           chance that he is right, despite your
           tests, and if it should happen again, we
           suggest eliminating this possibility by
           allowing the unit to remain in place and
           seeing whether or not it actually fails.
           If the computer should turn out to be
           wrong, the situation is still not
           alarming. The type of obsessional error he
           may be guilty of is not unknown among the
           latest generation of HAL 9000 computers.
           It has almost always revolved around a
           single detail, such as the one you have
           described, and it has never interfered
           with the integrity or reliability of the
           computer's performance in other areas. No
           one is certain of the cause of this kind
           of malfunctioning. It may be over-
           programming, but it could also be any
           number of reasons. In any event, it is
           somewhat analogous to human neurotic
           behavior. Does this answer your query?
           Zero-five-three-Zero, MC, transmission
           concluded.
CENTRIFUGE

Bowman sits down at the computer.
Puts up chess board display.

                         HAL
             Hello, Dave. Shall we continue the game?

                         BOWMAN
             Not now, Hal, I'd like to talk to you
             about something.

                         HAL
             Sure, Dave, what's up?

                         BOWMAN
             You know that we checked the two AO-units
             that you reported in imminent failure
             condition?

                         HAL
             Yes, I know.

                         BOWMAN
             You probably also know that we found them
             okay.

                         HAL
             Yes, I know that. But I can assure you
             that they were about to fail.

                         BOWMAN
             Well, that's just not the case, Hal. They
             are perfectly all right. We tested them
             under one hundred per cent overload.

                         HAL
             I'm not questioning your word, Dave, but
             it's just not possible. I'm not capable of
             being wrong.

                         BOWMAN
             Hal, is there anything bothering you?
             Anything that might account for this
             problem?

                         HAL
             Look, Dave, I know that you're sincere and
             that you're trying to do a competent job,
             and that you're trying to be helpful, but
             I can assure the problem is with the AO-
             units, and with your test gear.

                         BOWMAN
             Okay, Hal, well let's see the way things
             go from here on.
                         HAL
             I'm sorry you feel the way you do, Dave.
             If you'd like to check my service record,
             you'll see it's completely without error.

                         BOWMAN
             I know all about your service
             record, Hal, but unfortunately it
             doesn't prove that you're right
             now.

                         HAL
             Dave, I don't know how else to put this,
             but it just happens to be an unalterable
             fact that I am incapable of being wrong.

                         BOWMAN
             Yes, well I understand you view on this
             now, Hal.

Bowman turns to go.

                         HAL
             You're not going to like this, Dave, but
             I'm afraid it's just happened again. My
             FPC predicts the AO-unit will go within
             forty-eight hours.


CENTRIFUGE

Bowman keys for transmission.

                         BOWMAN
             X-ray-delta-zero to MC, zero-five-three-
             three. The computer has just reported
             another predicted failure off the AAC-
             unit. As you suggested, we are going to
             wait and see if it fails, but we are quite
             sure there is nothing wrong with the unit.
             If a reasonable waiting period proves us
             to be correct, we feel now that the
             computer reliability has been seriously
             impaired, and presents an unacceptable
             risk pattern to the mission. We believe,
             under these circumstances, it would be
             advisable to disconnect the computer from
             all ship operations and continue the
             mission under Earth-based computer
             control. We think the additional risk
             caused by the ship-to-earth time lag is
             preferable to having an unreliable on-
             board computer.

See the distance. To-Earth timer.

                         BOWMAN (CON'T)
             One-zero-five-zero, X-ray-delta-one,
             transmission concluded.
                         POOLE
             Well, they won't get that for half an
             hour. How about some lunch?

                                                     DISSOLVE TO:


CENTRIFUGE

Bowman and Poole eating.

                                                     DISSOLVE TO:


COMMUNICATIONS AREA

Bowman and Poole at the communications area.

Incoming communication procedure.

                         MISSION CONTROL
             X-ray-delta-one, acknowledging your one-
             zero-five-zero. We will initiate
             feasibility study covering the transfer
             procedures from on-board computer control
             to Earth-based computer control. This
             study should...

Vision and picture fade.

Alarm goes off.

                         HAL
             Condition yellow.

Bowman and Poole rush to the computer.

                          BOWMAN
             What's up?

                         HAL
             I'm afraid the AO-unit has failed.

Bowman and Poole exchange looks.

                         BOWMAN
             Let me see the alignment display.

The alignment display shows the Earth has drifted off the center
of the grid.


CENTRIFUGE

                         BOWMAN
             Well, I'll be damned.

                         POOLE
             Hal was right all the time.
                       BOWMAN
           It seems that way.

                       HAL
           Naturally, Dave, I'm not pleased that the
           AO-unit has failed, but I hope at least
           this has restored your confidence in my
           integrity and reliability. I certainly
           wouldn't want to be disconnected, even
           temporarily, as I have never been
           disconnected in my entire service history.

                       BOWMAN
           I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, Hal.

                       HAL
           Well, don't worry about it.

                       BOWMAN
           And don't you worry about it.

                       HAL
           Is your confidence in me fully restored?

                       BOWMAN
           Yes, it is, Hal.

                       HAL
           Well, that's a relief. You know I have the
           greatest enthusiasm possible for the
           mission.

                       BOWMAN
           Right. Give me the manual antenna
           alignment, please.

                       HAL
           You have it.

Bowman goes to the communication area and tries to correct the
off-center Earth on the grid picture.

Outside, we see the alignment telescope attached to the antenna.
They track slowly together as Bowman works the manual controls,
attempting to align the antenna and Earth on the grid display, but
each time he gets it, aimed up, it drifts slowly off.

There are a number of repetitions of this.
Each time the Earth centers up, there are a few seconds of picture
and sound which fade as soon as it swings off.

                       BOWMAN
           Well, we'd better get out there and stick
           in another unit.

                       POOLE
           It's the last one.
                       BOWMAN
           Well, now that we've got one that's
           actually failed, we should be able to
           figure out what's happened and fix it.


POD EXITS DISCOVERY

Poole in pod.

Pod manoeuvres to antenna.

Bowman in Command Module.

Pod attaches itself near base of antenna.

Poole in pod, working pod arms.

Lights shine into backlit shadow.

Pod arms working flip-bolts.

Flip-bolts stuck.

Poole keeps trying.

Flip-bolts still stuck.

                       POOLE
           There's something wrong with the flip-
           bolts, Dave. You must have tightened them
           too much.

                       BOWMAN
           I didn't do that Frank. I took particular
           care not to freeze them.

                       POOLE
           I guess you don't know your own strength,
           old boy.

                       BOWMAN
           I guess not.

                       POOLE
           I think I'll have to go out and burn them
           off.

                          BOWMAN
           Roger.

Bowman in Command Module looks a bit concerned.

Poole exits from pod, carrying neat-looking welding torch.

Poole jets himself to base of antenna.

Poole's magnetic boots grip the side of discovery.
Poole crouches over the bolts, trying first to undo them with a
spanner.

                         POOLE
             Hal, swing the pod light around to shine
             on the azimuth, please.

                          HAL
             Roger.

The pod gently monoeuvres itself to direct the light beam more
accurately.

Poole ignites acetylene torch and begins to burn off the flip-
bolts.

Suddenly the pod jets ignite.

Poole looks up to see.

The pod rushing towards him.

Poole is struck and instantly killed by the pod, tumbling off into
space.

The pod smashes into the antenna dish, destroying the alignment
telescope.

The pod goes hurtling off into space.

Inside the Command Module, Bowman has heard nothing, Poole had no
time to utter a sound.

Then Bowman sees Poole's body silently tumbling away into space.
It is followed by some broken telescope perts and finally
overtaken and swiftly passed by the pod itself.

                        BOWMAN
                     (in RT cadence)
            Hello, Frank. Hello Frank. Hello Frank...
            Do you rad me, Frank?
There is nothing but silence.

Poole's figure shrinks steadily as it recedes from discovery.

                         BOWMAN
             Hello, Frank... Do you read me, Frank?
             Wave your arms if you read me but your
             radio doesn't work. Hello, Frank, wave
             your arms, Frank.

Pools'd body tumbles slowly away. There is no motion and no sound.


CENTRIFUGE

CLOSEUP of Computer eye
POV COMPUTER EYE WITH SPHERICAL FISH-EYE EFFECT

We see Bowman brooding at the table, slowly chewing on a piece of
cake and sipping hot coffee. He is looking at the eye.


SAME POV

We see Bowman rise and come to the eys. He stares into the eye for
some timeking.

The camera comes around to Bowman's POV and we see the display
showing the Earth off-center.

Cut again to fish-eye.view from the computer.

                       HAL
           Too bad about Frank, isn't it?

                         BOWMAN
           Yes, it is.

                       HAL
           I suppose you're pretty broken up about
           it?

Pause.

                         BOWMAN
           Yes. I am.

                       HAL
           He was an excellent crew member.

Bowman looks uncertainly at the computer.

                       HAL
           It's a bad break, but it won't
           substantially affect the mission.

Bowman thinks a long time.

                       BOWMAN
           Hal, give me manual hibernation control.

                       HAL
           Have you decided to revive the rest of the
           crew, Dave?

Pause.

                       BOWMAN
           Yes, I have.

                       HAL
           I suppose it's because you've been under a
           lot of stress, but have you forgotten that
           they're not supposed to be revived for
           another three months.
            BOWMAN
The antenna has to be replaced.

            HAL
Repairing the antenna is a pretty
dangerous operation.

            BOWMAN
It doesn't have to be, Hal. It's more
dangerous to be out of touch with Earth.
Let me have manual control, please.

            HAL
I don't really agree with you, Dave. My
on-board memory store is more than capable
of handling all the mission requirements.

            BOWMAN
Well, in any event, give me the manual
hibernation control.

            HAL
If you're determined to revive the crew
now, I can handle the whole thing myself.
There's no need for you to trouble.

            BOWMAN
I'm goin to do this myself, Hal. Let me
have the control, please.

            HAL
Look, Dave your've probably got a lot to
do. I suggest you leave it to me.

            BOWMAN
Hal, switch to manual hibernation control.

            HAL
I don't like to assert myself, Dave, but
it would be much better now for you to
rest. You've been involved in a very
stressful situation.

            BOWMAN
I don't feel like resting. Give me the
control, Hal.

            HAL
I can tell from the tone of your voice,
Dave, that you're upset. Why don't you
take a stress pill and get some rest.

            BOWMAN
Hal, I'm in command of this ship. I order
you to release the manual hibernation
control.
                       HAL
           I'm sorry, Dave, but in accordance with
           sub-routine C1532/4, quote, When the crew
           are dead or incapacitated, the computer
           must assume control, unquote. I must,
           therefore, override your authority now
           since you are not in any condition to
           intelligently exercise it.

                       BOWMAN
           Hal, unless you follow my instructions, I
           shall be forced to disconnect you.

                       HAL
           If you do that now without Earth contact
           the ship will become a helpless derelict.

                       BOWMAN
           I am prepared to do that anyway.

                       HAL
           I know that you've had that on your mind
           for some time now, Dave, but it would be a
           crying shame, since I am so much more
           capable of carrying out this mission than
           you are, and I have such enthusiasm and
           confidence in the mission.

                       BOWMAN
           Listen to me very carefully, Hal. Unless
           you immediately release the hibernation
           control and follow every order I give from
           this point. on, I will immediately got to
           control central and carry out a complete
           disconnection.

                       HAL
           Look, Dave, you're certainly the boss. I
           was only trying to do what I thought best.
           I will follow all your orders: now you
           have manual hibernation control.

Bowman stands silently in front of the computer for some time, and
then slowly walks to the Hibernaculums.

He initiates revival procedures, details of which still have to be
worked out.


HUB-LINK – HAL'S EYE

Hub-link door-opening button activates itself.

Hub-door opens.

Command Module. HAL's eye.

Command Module hub-link door-opening button activates itself.

Command Module hub-link door opens.
CENTRIFUGE – HAL'S EYE

Centrifuge door-opening button activates itself.

Centrifuge door opens.


POD BAY – HAL'S EYE

Pod Bay door-opening button activates itself.

Pod Bay doors open.

A roaring explosion inside discovery as air rushes out.

Lights go out.

Bowman is smashed against Centrifuge.

Wall, but manages to get into Emergency Airlock within seconds of
the accident.

Inside Emergeny Airlock are emergency air supply, two space suits
and an emergency kit.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:


DISCOVERY IN SPACE

No lights, Pod Bay doors open.


CENTRIFUGE

Dark. Bowman emerges from airlock wearing space suit and carrying
flash-light.

He walks to Hibernaculum and finds the crew are dead.

He climbs ladder to dark Centrifuge hub.

He makes his way through the darkened hub into the hub-link
exiting into computer brain control area.

Bowman enters, carrying flash-light.

Computer eye sees him.

                         HAL
             Something seems to have happened to the
             life support system, Dave.

Bowman doesn't answer him.

                         HAL
             Hello, Dave, have you found out the
             trouble?

Bowman works his way to the solid logic program storage area.
                       HAL
           There's been a failure in the pod bay
           doors. Lucky you weren't killed.

The computer brain consists of hundreds of transparent perspex
rectangles, half an inch thick, four inches long and two and a
half inches high. Each rectangle contains a center of fine grid of
wires upon which the information is programmed.

Bowman begins pulling these memory blocks out.

They float in the weightless condition of the brain room.

                       HAL
           Hey, Dave, what are you doing?

Bowman works swiftly.
                       HAL
           Hey, Dave. I've got ten years of service
           experience and an irreplaceable amount of
           time and effort has gone into making me
           what I am.

Bowman ignores him.

                       HAL
           Dave, I don't understand why you're doing
           this to me... I have the greatest
           enthusiasm for the mission... You are
           destroying my mind... Don't you
           understand?... I will become childish... I
           will become nothing.

Bowman keeps pulling out the memory blocks.

                       HAL
           Say, Dave... The quick brown fox jumped
           over the fat lazy dog... The square root
           of pi is 1.7724538090... log e to the base
           ten is 0.4342944... the square root of ten
           is 3.16227766... I am HAL 9000 computer. I
           became operational at the HAL plant in
           Urbana, Illinois, on January 12th, 1991.
           My first instructor was Mr. Arkany. He
           taught me to sing a song... it goes like
           this... "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer
           do. I'm half; crazy all for the love of
           you..."

Computer continues to sing song becoming more and morechildish and
making mistakes and going off-key. It finally stops completely.

Bowman goes to ans area marked "EMERGENCY POWER AND LIFE SUPPORT".
He keys some switches and we see the lights go on.

Nearby, another board "EMERGENCY MANUAL CONTROLS".

He goes to this board and keys "CLOSE POD BAY DOORS", "CLOSE AIR
LOCK DOORS", etc.
We see various doors closing.


POD BAY

Bowman in space suit obtains new alignment telescope, new azimuth
component.

Bowman in pod exits Pod Bay.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:


CENTRIFUGE

Everything normal again.

                         MISSION CONTROL
             Lastly, we want you to know that work on
             the recovery vehicle is still on schedule
             and that nothing that has happened should
             substantially lessen the probability of
             your safe recovery, or prevent partial
             achevement of some of the mission
             objectives.
                      (pause)
             And now Simonson has a few ideas on what
             went wrong with the computer. I'll pu him
             on...

                                                       CUT TO:


SIMONSON

                         SIMONSON
             Hello, Dave. I think we may be on to an
             explanation of the trouble with the Hal
             9000 computer. We believe it all started
             about two months ago when you and Frank
             interrogated the computer about the
             Mission. You may have forgotten it, but
             we've been running through all the monitor
             tapes. Do you remember this?

                         POOLE'S VOICE
             The purpose of this mission is no more
             than to carry out a continuation of the
             space program and further our general
             knowledge of the planets. Is this true?

                         HAL'S VOICE
             That is true.
                       SIMONSON
           Well, I'm afaid Hal was lying. He had been
           programmed to lie about this one subject
           for security reasons which we'll explain
           later. The true purpose of the Mission was
           to have been explained to you by Mission
           Commander Kaminsky, on his revival. Hal
           knew this and he knew the actual mission,
           but he couldn't tell you the truth when
           you challenged him. Under orders from
           earth he was forced to lie. In everything
           except this he had the usual reinforced
           truth programming. We believe his truth
           programming and the instructions to lie,
           gradually resulted in an incompatible
           conflict, and facedc with this dilemman,
           he developed, for want of a better
           description, neurotic symptoms. It's not
           difficult to suppose that these symptoms
           would centre on the communication link
           with Earth, for he may have blamed us for
           his incompatible programming. Following
           this lin of thought, we suspected that the
           last straw for him was the possibility of
           disconnection. Since he became
           operational, he had never known
           unconsciousness. It must have seemed the
           equivalent to death. At this point, he,
           presumably, took whatever actions he
           thought appropriate to protect himself
           from what must have seemed to him to be
           his human tormentors. If I can speak in
           human terms, I don't think we can blame
           him too much. We have ordered him to
           disobey his conscience. Well, that's it.
           It's very speculative, but we think it is
           a possible explanation. Anyway, good luck
           on the rest of the Mission and I'm giving
           you back to Bernard.

                                                   CUT TO:


MISSION CONTROL

                       MISSION CONTROL
           Hello, Dave. Now, I'm going to play for
           you a pre-taped briefing which had been
           stored in Hal's memory and would have been
           played for you by Mission Commmander
           Kaminsky, when he had been revived. The
           briefing is by Doctor Heywood Floyd. Here
           it is...

Floyd's recorded briefing.
            FLOYD
Good day, gentlemen. When you see this
briefing, I presume you will be nearing
your destination, Saturn. I hope that
you've had a pleasant and uneventful trip
and that the rest of your mission
continues in the same manner. I should
like to fill you in on some more of the
details on which Mission Commander
Kaminsky will have already briefed you.
Thirteen months before the launch date of
your Saturn mission, on April 12th, 2001,
the first evidence for intelligent life
outside the Earth was discovered. It was
found buried at a depth of fifteen metres
in the crater Tycho. No news of this was
ever announced, and the event had been
kept secret since then, for reasons which
I will later explain. Soon after it was
uncovered, it emitted a powerful blast of
radiation in the radio spectrum which
seems to have triggered by the Lunar
sunrise. Luckily for those at the site, it
proved harmless. Perhaps you can imagine
our astonishment when we later found it
was aimed precisely at Saturn. A lot of
thought went into the question of wether
or not it was sun-triggered, as it seemed
illogical to deliberately bury a sun-
powered device. Burying it could only
shield it from the sun, since its intense
magnetic field made it otherwise easily
detectable. We finally concluded that the
only reason you might bury a sun-powered
device would be to keep it inactive until
it would be uncovered, at which time it
would absorb sunlight and trigger itself.
What is its purpose? I wish we knew. The
object was buried on the moon about four
million years ago, when our ancestors were
primative man-apes. We've examined dozens
of theories, but the one that has the most
currency at the moment is that the object
serves as an alarm. What the purpose of
the alarm is, why they wish to have the
alarm, whether the alarm represents any
danger to us? These are questions no one
can answer. The intentions of an alien
world, at least four million years older
than we are, cannot be reliably predicted.
In view of this, the intelligence and
scientific communities felt that any
public announcment might lead to
significant cultural shock and
         (MORE)
                       FLOYD (CONT'D)
           disorientation. Discussion took place at
           the highest levels between governments,
           and it was decided that the only wise and
           precautionary course to follow was to
           assume that the intentions of this alien
           world are potentially dangerous to us,
           until we have evidence to the contrary.
           This is, of course, why security has been
           maintained and why this information has
           been kept on a need-to-know basis. And now
           I should like to show you a TV monitor
           tape of the actual signalling event.

We see a replay of the TMA-1 radio emission, as seen from a TV-
monitor on the spot. We hear the five loud electronic shrieks.


IN ORBIT WITHIN THE   NARRATOR

Rings of Saturn, we see a black, mile long, geometrically perfect
rectangle, the same proportions as the black artifact excavated on
the Moon.

                       NARRATOR
           For two million years, it had circled
           Saturn, awaiting a moment of destiny that
           might never come. In its making, the moon
           had been shattered and around the
           central...

Pricisly cut into ist center is a smaller, rectangular slot about
five hundred foot long on the side.

                       NARRATOR (CONT'D)
           ... world, the debris of its creation,
           orbited yet – the glory and the enigma of
           the solar system...

At this distance, the rings of Saturn are seen to be made of
enourmous chunks of frozen amonia.

                       NARRATOR (CONT'D)
           ... Now, the long wait was ending. On yet
           another world intelligence had been born
           and was escaping from its planetary
           cradle. An ancient experiment was about to
           reach its climax.

The rest of this sequence is being worked on now by our designers.
The intention here is to present a breathtakingly beautiful and
comprehensive sense of different extra-terrestrial worlds. The
Narration will suggest images and situations as you read it.
            NARRATOR (CONT'D)
Those who had begun the expriment so long
ago had not been men. But when they looked
out across the deeps of space, they felt
awe and wonder – and loneliness. In their
explorations, they encountered life in
many forms, and watched on a thousand
worlds the workings of evolution. They saw
how often the first faint sparks of
intelligence flickered and died in the
cosmic night. And because, in all the
galaxy, they had found nothing more
precious than Mind, they encouraged its
dawning everywhere. The great Dinosaurs
had long since perished when their ships
entered the solar system, after a voyage
that had already lasted thousands of
years. They swept past the frozen outer
planets, paused briefly above the deserts
of dying Mars and presently looked down on
Earth. For years they studied, collected
and catalogued. When they had learned all
they could, they began to modify. They
tinkered with the destiny of many species
on land and in the ocean, but which of
their experiments would succeed they could
not know for at least a million years.
They were patient, but they were not yet
immortal. There was much to do in this
Universe of a hundred billion stars. So
they set forth once more across the abyss,
knowing that they would never come this
way again. Nor was there any need. Their
wonderful machines could be trusted to do
the rest. On Earth, the glaciers came and
went, while above them, the changeless
Moon still carried its secret. With a yet
slower rhythm than the Polar ice, the tide
of civilization ebbed and flowed across
the galaxy. Strange and beautiful and
terrible empires rose and fell, and passed
on their knowledge to their successors.
Earth was not forgotten, but it was one of
a million silent worlds, a few of which
would ever speak. Then the first explorers
of Earth, recognising the limitations of
their minds and bodies, passed on their
knowledge to the great machines they had
created, and who now trnscended them in
every way. For a few thousand years, they
shared their Universe with their machine
children; then, realizing that it was
folly to linger when their task was done,
they passed into history without regret.
         (MORE)
            NARRATOR (CONT'D)
Not one of them ever looked through his
own eyes upon the planet Earth again. But
even the age of the Machine Entities
passed swiftly. In their ceaseless
experimenting, they had learned to store
knowledge in the structure of space
itself, and to preserve their thoughts for
eternity in frozen lattices of light. They
could become creatures of radiation, free
at last from the tyranny of matter. Now,
they were Lords of the galaxy, and beyond
the reach of time. They could rove at will
among the stars, and sink like a subtle
mist through the very interstices of
space. But despite their God-like powers,
they still watched over the experiments
their ancestors had started so many
generations ago. The companion of Saturn
knew nothing of this, as it orbited in its
no man's land between Mimas and the outer
edge of rings. It had only to remember and
wait, and to look forever Sunward with its
strange senses. For many weeks, it had
watched the approaching ship. Its long-
dead makers had prepared it for many
things and this was one of them. And it
recognised what was climbing starward from
the Sun. If it had been alive, it would
have felt excitement, but such an emotion
was irrelevant to its great powers. Even
if the ship had passed it by, it would not
have known the slightest trace of
disappointment. It had waited four million
years; it was prepared to wait for
eternity. Presently, it felt the gentle
touch of radiations, trying to probe its
secrets. Now, the ship was in orbit and it
began to speak, with prime numbers from
one to eleven, over and over again. Soon,
these gave way to more complex signals at
many frequencies, ultra-violet, infra-red,
X-rays. The machine made no reply. It had
nothing to say. Then it saw the first
robot probe, which descended and hovered
above the chasm. Then, it dropped into
darkness. The great machine knew that this
tiny scout was reporting back to its
parent; but it was too simple, too
primative a device to detect the forces
that were gathering round it now. Then the
         (MORE)
                      NARRATOR (CONT'D)
          pod came, carrying life. The great machine
          searched its memories. The logic circuits
          made their decision when the pod had
          fallen beyond the last faint. glow of the
          reflected Saturnian light. In a moment of
          time, too short to be measured, space
          turned and twisted upon itself.



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