Solaris

Chris, what is it?

I love you so much.

Don't you love me anymore?

I've made progress, and I recognize that.

But my wife, who I...

I can't even convince to come here, to...

Anything can set her off.

It could be the phone ringing,

something on the news, something online,

going shopping, maybe,

a commemorative T-shirt hanging in the window.

It just puts her right back in that place.

And it's like all my progress... ripped away.

And I'm, I'm right back there with her.

And I feel totally the opposite.

I see the TV, and I see the Internet...

and I see those T-shirts, and I feel nothing.

The more I see the images, the less I feel,

the less I believe that it's real.

I... mean, I think I'm supposed to feel something by now.

Don't you think so?

Linda, this is Chris Kelvin.

I'm returning your call.

I have two times available this week.

7:00 a.m. on Tuesday or 6:15 p.m. on Thursday.

You can leave a message

if either of those times are good for you.

Thank you.

Well, I know that's not true.

I'm... Because I know you, and I know it's not true.

Good. Well, I'm glad.

Uh, all right.

Let's pick this up on Wednesday.

Ow.

May I help you?

We're looking for Dr. Chris Kelvin.

Chris...

I can't imagine what you must be thinking...

getting a message like this.

I apologize if it seems melodramatic,

but you are the only person I can... I can trust...

in the situation.

I need your help.

I need you to come to Solaris, Chris.

I don't know how to describe what we are experiencing up here.

We can't even agree amongst ourselves what is...

What is happening or...

what to do about it.

I suppose the, the most o... obvious solution

would be to leave, but none of us want to.

That's why you're getting this... Mmm... this bizarre request.

I...

I told the crew that your background and experiences

made you the-the ideal candidate for this job.

Don't worry. I didn't elaborate.

But it's true.

So, anyway...

um...

I, uh, I hope you will come to Solaris, Chris.

I, I think you need to.

Y-You will see what I mean.

I wish I could be more specific about all of this, but, uh...

but, you know...

people are listening.

You can imagine the distress

Dr. Gibarian's message caused at DBA.

Why not send in the security force?

We did.

We lost contact as they were approaching Solaris.

They haven't returned.

There must be some sort of on-board AI system.

They shut it down.

The company was hoping to solve this problem

without involving a civilian.

But, obviously, these are extreme circumstances.

There'll be some amount of preparation involved

but you shouldn't have any trouble.

The flight itself is fully automated.

You'll be asleep most of the trip.

We feel confident that if you can manage to board the ship,

you can negotiate their safe return.

Is that what everybody wants?

Of course.

Run the probability of... F.

Okay, stop.

Go back.

Snow.

Kelvin, is it?

Yeah.

Kelvin, right.

Agh, man.

Sorry about that, Kelvin.

It's just...

names, you know, just

for some reason, it's, uh...

yeah, um...

Well, uh, you want to come in?

I'm fine.

Whose blood is that leading to the lab?

Yeah, blood.

How 'bout that?

Uh...

Coutard.

He, um... yeah.

Security forces showed up

and he just took off, and they...

yeah, put a hole in his pod.

What happened to Gibarian?

Yeah.

It was a suicide.

Who found him?

I found him.

What happened to Reese?

Yeah, now, Reese, ooh, uh-huh.

We don't know, because the thing is, is he kinda... disappeared.

Disappeared? Disappeared.

How did he disappear?

Exactly.

Don't know.

We do know that he's not on the ship.

Uh, and that's...

that's all we know.

Where's Dr. Gordon?

Dr. Gordon, she is...

in her room and, um...

Dr. Gordon won't let you in her room.

No.

Can you tell me what's happening here?

I could tell you what's happening, but, uh...

I don't know if that'd really tell you what's happening.

I just want to talk to you.

You have to give me your word you won't try to come in.

All right.

Well?

What happened to Gibarian?

Didn't you talk to Snow?

I wanted to hear your version.

There isn't any "version."

He killed himself.

Why haven't you come home?

What happened here?

What did you find?

Who are you representing exactly?

I represent the last effort to recover this mission

before they abandon this ship and everyone on board.

Until it starts happening to you...

there's really no point in discussing it.

Hey.

Hey!

Who else is here?

Who else is here?

I saw a boy.

Gibarian's son...

Michael.

How is that possible?

I think that's why you're here.

I want to conduct a formal interview with you and Gordon.

I'll need your help with her.

Yeah. All right.

Um... how much sleep you need, Kelvin?

How much sleep?

Yeah. Uh, how long you think you can go without sleep?

It depends.

Well, when you do go to sleep...

I find I sleep much better with the door locked.

I was with the project when it was still with NASA

before it was sold to DBA.

I was trained in physics.

I was sent here to assess the economic potential of Solaris,

whether or not it was a viable commercial property

or possible energy source.

I was still compiling data when this shit started happening.

Did you run any tests on the ship?

The food? The air? The water?

I checked it 50 times. There are no signs of any contaminants

or psychotropic compounds.

How about you? How are you doing?

Depression...

along with bouts of hypomania and primary insomnia...

suggestions of agoraphobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder...

Shock, fatigue, denial...

Mm, none of which is unusual given the circumstances.

I know.

All right. Now, what can you tell me

about what's happening here?

Just that I want it to stop.

But I want to stop it.

If I can stop it, that means I'm smarter than it is.

You know, you can go home...

walk away from all of this.

I can guarantee it.

Yeah.

The thing is, is...

Man, I would kill to go back to Earth.

Kill.

But, Gordon...

Gordon happens to be Gordon.

You know? So...

But I'll see what I can do.

We take off into the cosmos...