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Transcriber's note:
For all you Clarke/Kubrick/2001 fans,
I found the original paper copy of this screenplay a while back and felt
compelled to transcribe it to disk and upload it to various bulletin
boards for the enjoyment of all.
The final movie deviates from this screenplay in a number of interesting
ways. I've tried to maintain the format of the original document except
the number of lines per page of the original. In order to reduce the
length of this file I've used a bar of "------" to delimit the pages as
there was a lot of whitespace per original screenplay page.
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2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY
Screenplay
by
Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clark
Hawk Films Ltd.,
c/o. M-G-M Studios,
Boreham Wood,
Herts.
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TITLE PART I
AFRICA
3,000,000 YEARS AGO
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A1
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 ter-
rible 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.
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A2
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 emac-
iated 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 already
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A2
CONTINUED
something in his gaze beyond the grasp of any ape. In those
dark, deep-set eyes is a dawning awareness-the first intima-
tions of an intelligence which would not fulfill itself for another
two million years.
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A3
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.
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A4
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.
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A5
EXT PARCHED COUNTRYSIDE - THE LION
The tribe slowly wanders across the bare, flat country-
side 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.
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A6
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.
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A7
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 the
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CONTINUED
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.
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A8
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
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CONTINUED
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,
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CONTINUED
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, Moon-
watcher 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.
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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.
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A10
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;
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A10
CONTINUED
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.
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A11
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,
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CONTINUED
rotating on their axes as they do; and the hominids watch, wide-
eyed, 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.
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A11
CONTINUED
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
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A11
CONTINUED
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.
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A12
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
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CONTINUED
somehow the Others had survived, and had stubbornly refused to
die of starvation.
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A13
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, Moon-
watcher 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
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A13
CONTINUED
onrushing boulder. He has combined the errors of over-
confidence 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.
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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.
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A14
CONTINUED
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
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A14
CONTINUED
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.
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A SECTION TIMING
A1 00.30
A2 00.45
A3 01.30
A4 00.30
A5 01.00
A6 01.00
A7 01.00
A8 03.00
A9 00.45
A10 02.00
A11 04.00
A12 02.00
A13 02.30
A14 02.30
A SECTION TOTAL: @23 MIN. 00 SECS
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TITLE PART II
YEAR 2001
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B1
EARTH FROM 200 MILES UP NARRATOR
By the year 2001, overpopulation has
B1a replaced the problem of starvation
THOUSAND MEGATON but this was ominously offset by the
NUCLEAR BOMB IN ORBIT absolute and utter perfection of the
ABOVE THE EARTH, weapon.
RUSSIAN INSIGNIA AND
CCCP MARKINGS
B1b NARRATOR
AMERICAN THOUSAND Hundreds of giant bombs had been
MEGATON BOMB IN ORBIT placed in perpetual orbit above the
ABOVE THE EARTH. Earth. They were capable of
incinerating the entire Earth's
surface from an altitude of 100
miles.
B1c
FRENCH BOMB NARRATOR
Matters were further complicated
by the presence of twenty-seven
nations in the nuclear club. There
had been no deliberate or acciden-
B1d tal use of nuclear weapons since
GERMAN BOMB World War II and some people felt
sercure in this knowledge. But to
others, the situation seemed
comparible to an airline with a
B1f perfect safety record; in showed
CHINESE BOMB admirable care and skill but no
one expected it to last forever.
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B2
ORION-III SPACECRAFT
IN FIGHT AWAY FROM
EARTH, 200 MILES
ALTITUDE.
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B3
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.
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B4
ORION-III COCKPIT.
PILOT, CO-PILOT.
FLOYD CAN BE SEEN
ASLEEP ON A SMALL
TV MONITOR.
STEWARDESS IS PUTTING
ON LIPSTICK. SHE SEES
PEN.
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B5
STEWARDESS GOES BACK
TO PASSENGER AREA,
RESCUES PEN AND CLIPS
IT BACK IN FLOYD'S
POCKET.
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B6
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
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B7
ORION-III PASSENGER AREA
FLOYD AWAKE BUT GROGGY,
LOOKS OUT OF WINDOW.
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B8
ORION-III COCKPIT.
THE CO-PILOT IN RADIO
COMMUNICATION WITH THE
SPACE STATION.
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B9
THE ORION-III SPACECRAFT
IN DOCKING APPROACH. THE
EARTH IS SEEN IN BREATH-
TAKING VIEW IN B.G.
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B10
INSIDE DOCKING CONTROL.
WE SEE ORION-III MANO-
UVERING. IN BACKGROUND.
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B11
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.
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B12
SPACE STATION
RECEPTION AREA
RECEPTIONIST AT DESK.
MILLER ENTERS, HUR-
RYING. 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.
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B12
CONTINUED
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 pleaant
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.
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B12
CONTINUED
THEY ENTER PASSPORT
AREA
RECEPTIONIST PRESSES
"ENGLISH" BAR ON HER
CONSOLE AND SMILES
AS FLOYD GOES THROUGH.
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IN 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....
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B13
CONTINUED
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.
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B13
CONTINUED
FLOYD
Oh, that's wonderful.
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B14
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.
12/7/65 b17
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B14
CONTINUED
MILLER
Fine. I'll see you at the bar.
FLOYD ENTERS PHONE
BOOTH. SIGN ON
VISION PHONE SCREEN
"SORRY, TEMPORARILY
OUT OF ORDER."
HE ENTERS THE SECOND
BOOTH AND SITS DOWN
12/7/65 b18
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B15
DELETED
B16
DELETED
PAGES b19 - b22 DELETED
12/7/65
--------------------------------...
B17
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 CHANGES
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?
12/6/65 b23
--------------------------------...
B17
CONTINUED
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.
12/6/65 b24
--------------------------------...
B17
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.
12/6/65 b24a
--------------------------------...
B17
CONTINUED
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.
12/6/65 b24b
--------------------------------...
B18
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.
12/7/65 b25
--------------------------------...
B19
THE PICTURE FLIPS AND
WE SEE A WOMAN STANDING
IN FORN 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 BACK-
GROUND
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