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The Martian
EXT. SPACE - MARS - TO ESTABLISH
THE RED PLANET momentarily eclipses the Sun. As sunlight breaks across the edge, warming the surface... EXT. MARS - DAY We’re MOVING THROUGH the channels of Acidalia Planitia to find the ARES 3 HAB SITE. LEWIS (OVER RADIO) All right, team. Stay in sight of each other. Let’s make NASA proud... TITLE: SOL 18 EXT. MARS - DAY CLOSE ON ASTRONAUT MARK WATNEY. He’s in the middle of an EVA experiment. He chips at a section of rocks and records his observations on his ARM COMPUTER. Bright-eyed and optimistic. Another day at the office. MARK In grid section fourteen twenty-eight, the particles appear predominantly “coarse,” but as we move to twenty-nine, the particles are much finer, and should be ideal for chem analysis. VOICE (OVER RADIO) Hear that, everyone? And we FIND RICK MARTINEZ inspecting the MARS ASCENT VEHICLE (a.k.a “The MAV”) on the launch pad. They speak over radios. MARTINEZ Mark just discovered “dirt.” Alert the media. MARK What’s your job today, Martinez? Confirming the MAV is still upright? MARTINEZ Visual inspection of equipment is imperative to mission success. Martinez studies the MAV for a moment, then speaks thoughtfully into his arm computer: MARTINEZ (CONT’D)
“The MAV is still upright.”
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LEWIS
Shut ‘em off. Click. Mark and Martinez’ radios go SILENT. As Lewis works, we see Mark throwing up his arms in the background, like “ Hey! C’mon! ” LEWIS (CONT’D) I apologize for my countrymen, Vogel. ALEX VOGEL wears the EUROPEAN UNION patch on his shoulder. ALEX Accepted. How many samples do we need, Commander? LEWIS Seven. One hundred grams each. Drill at least thirty centimeters down. While the two of them use a SPECIMEN DRILL to bore holesin the ground, we see Mark waving his arms in the background: C’mon, turn my radio back on... INT. HAB - DAY Johanssen frowns as she receives a MISSION UPDATE from Houston. Her face goes PALE... JOHANSSEN Um... Commander? You should come inside... EXT. HAB - DAY JOHANSSEN (OVER RADIO) You’re gonna want to see this. Lewis reads the tension in Johanssen’s voice. LEWIS What is it? JOHANSSEN We got a mission update. Storm warning. LEWIS I saw the warning in the morning briefing. We’ll be inside long before it hits.
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JOHANSSEN
They’ve upgraded their estimate. (beat) The storm’s gonna be worse. LEWIS looks to the skies. IN THE DISTANCE: a STORM darkens the horizon. Angle MARK: as the dirt in front of him starts to blow in the incoming WIND... INT. HAB - DAY Lewis reads the update. Everyone else is inside as well. Mood is grim -- this is not good news. LEWIS “...twelve-hundred kilometers in diameter, bearing 24.41 degrees...” JOHANSSEN That’s tracking right towards us. LEWIS “...based on current escalation, estimate a force of... (shit) “Eighty-six hundred Newtons.” MARK What’s the Abort Force? BECK Seventy-five hundred. MARTINEZ Anything above that and the MAV could tip. VOGEL We’re scrubbed? LEWIS (reading) “Begin abort procedures.” Everyone tries to hide their crushing disappointment. MARTINEZ Maybe it won’t be as bad as they say. VOGEL They’re estimating with a margin of error. We can wait it out.
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WHAM! A massive section of antenna SLAMS INTO MARK out of nowhere. He’s lifted off his feet and YANKED away into the storm. It happens FAST. One second he’s there... And then he’s gone. WATNEY!!!
JOHANSSEN
LEWIS
What happened? JOHANSSEN Something hit him - - LEWIS Watney, report -- (no reply) WATNEY, REPORT! JOHANSSEN He’s offline. I don’t know where he is -- LEWIS Shit! Johanssen where did you last see him?
BECK
-- Commander, before we lost telemetry, his decompression alarm went off -- JOHANSSEN -- He was right in front of me and then he was gone. He flew off due west -- Lewis surveys the scene. Visibility is NEAR ZERO. She can barely see the people next to her. Tries to keep her heart from POUNDING out of her chest. LEWIS (CONT’D) Okay... okay... Martinez, get to the MAV and prep for launch. Everyone else, home in on Johanssen. JOHANSSEN (stumbling) I can’t see anything -- VOGEL Doctor Beck! How long can a person survive decompression? BECK Less than minute. LEWIS Line up and walk west. Small steps.
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it completely falls over?
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MARTINEZ (OVER RADIO)
(hesitates) Uh. Yes. Ma’am. I could take manual control. LEWIS Copy that. Everyone home in on Martinez’ suit. That’ll get you to the airlock. Get in and prep for launch. VOGEL What about you, Commander? LEWIS I’m searching a little more. Get moving. And Martinez, if you start to top, launch. MARTINEZ (OVER RADIO) You really think I’m leaving you behind? LEWIS I just ordered you to. You three, get to the ship. (as they hesitate) GO. INT. MAV - CONTINUOUS - DAY Vogel, Beck, and Johanssen stumble into the airlock. EXT. STORM - CONTINUOUS - DAY Lewis can’t see a thing in any direction. C’mon, think, Melissa, think... She reaches into the pack on her back and removes two of the one meter drill bits she was using earlier to take samples. She holds one in each hand, dragging them on the ground as she trudges through the sand. LEWIS Johanssen, would the rover IR camera do any good? INT. MAV - CONTINUOUS - DAY JOHANSSEN (INTO RADIO) Negative. IR can’t get through sand any better than visible light. They rip off their helmets. Scramble up the ladder.
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LEWIS
Nothing? INT. MAV - CONTINUOUS - DAY MARTINEZ It can barely see the Hab. There’s not enough met-- SCREEEACH -- the MAV lurches, begins to tip -- MARTINEZ (CONT’D) Strap in! We’re tipping! JOHANSSEN 13 degrees -- BECK
VOGEL
-- We’re past balance. We’ll never rock back -- Let it tip. We can’t leave her. MARTINEZ We’ll never be able to fix it if it tips. I got one trick left, then I’m following orders. EXT. MAV - CONTINUOUS - DAY WHOOSH -- Martinez fires a burn from the nosecone array. The thrusters fight against the slow tilt of the spacecraft... INT. MAV - CONTINUOUS - DAY VOGEL You are firing the OMS? MARTINEZ C’mon... c’mon...
JOHANSSEN
12.9 degrees... BECK Commander. You need to get back to the ship. Now. MARTINEZ Agreed. He’s gone, Ma’am... EXT. STORM - CONTINUOUS - DAY Lewis stands alone in the storm. MARTINEZ (OVER RADIO) Watney’s gone. She stares out at the darkness all around her.
INT. MAV - CONTINUOUS - DAY
Martinez fights the controls. Beck and Johanssen share nervous glances. Finally: LEWIS (OVER RADIO) Copy. On my way. JOHANSSEN 11.6... 11.5... holding at 11.5... INT. MAV - AIRLOCK - CONTINUOUS - DAY WHOOSH. Down below, Lewis slams the airlock door shut. She tears off her suit. Makes her way to the flight cabin. She doesn’t say a word as she straps herself in to her couch. For a moment, nobody speaks. Then: MARTINEZ Still at pilot release. Ready for launch. Lewis closes her eyes. Nods. MARTINEZ (CONT’D) I’m sorry, Commander. You need to verbally -- LEWIS Launch. Martinez nods. Activates the sequence. The pyros FIRE. The main engines IGNITE... CLOSE ON LEWIS. Just as the MAV LURCHES UPWARD, we -- CUT TO: INT. NASA - PRESS ROOM - DAY THEODORE “TEDDY” SANDERS, Director of NASA, steels himself before he steps to the podium. Normally, he leaves these briefings to his press secretary. Today is different. He opens a RED FOLDER. TEDDY At around 4:30 a.m., central standard time, our satellites detected a storm approaching the Ares 3 mission site on Mars. (MORE)
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He slams the breach kit over the hole.Seals it. Checks his arm readout. The oxygen stabilizes. He’s still alive. For now. He struggles to his feet. Picks up the length of antenna. Begins the LONG CLIMB up the hill. EXT. MARS - HAB - DAY We’re WITH MARK as he makes the climb, and as he crests the hill we swing around to reveal: THE ARES 3 HABITATION (a.k.a. “The Hab”): The large, white tent-like structure where the six crew members lived during their time on Mars. It’s been battered by the storm, but it’s still intact. Mark registers momentary relief. But then his eyes dart over to the MAV LAUNCH SITE. It’s empty. He keeps walking. INT. HAB - AIRLOCK - DAY Mark fumbles his way into one of the hab’s airlocks. As soon as the airlock equalizes, he tears off his helmet... INT. HAB - DAY Mark stumbles into the main area. Peels off his jumpsuit. WINCES as he rips the blood-caked fabric away from HIS WOUND. His fingers probe the puncture. It’s deep. That’s bad. He checks his back for an exit wound. There’s none. That’s good. He grabs the broken antenna he brought with him. His fingers trace the bloodied end. It’s jagged -- as though a piece of the antenna broke off inside him. That’s really bad. Mark stumbles over to the first-aid station. Grabs supplies. Anesthetic. Syringe. Forceps. Needle. Suture thread. (This is not exactly going to be easy towatch.) Sweat pouring off his brow, Mark loads up the syringe with anesthetic. Grits his teeth. Injects it into his wound. Gasps. Breathes. Grabs the forceps. Hesitates. I don’t want to do this. He takes a deep breath... And digs the forceps into his wound.
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MARK (CONT’D)
oh-six-fifty-three on Sol 19. And... I’m still alive. (thinks) Obviously. But I’m guessing this is going to be a surprise to my crewmates. And NASA. And... the world. So... surprise. (then) I didn’t die on Sol 18. Best I can tell - Mark holds up the jagged piece of antenna. MARK (CONT’D) -- this length of our primary communications antenna tore through my bio-monitor. And ripped a hole in me as well. It was horrible thank you for asking. But the antenna... and the blood... managed to seal the breach in my suit. Which kept me alive. Even though the team must have thought I was dead. (then) Commander Lewis... If you ever hear this... Listen. It wasn’t your fault. Just bad luck. You did what you had to do, and if I had been in your position I would have done the same. I’m glad you guys made it. (then) All right, though.That’s where we’re at. Mark Watney, stranded on Mars. I have no way to contact NASA because our communications antenna broke and stuck into my stomach. Which we’ve covered. And even if I could, it will take... four years before the next manned mission gets here. And I’m in a Hab designed to last thirty-one days. (then) If the oxygenator breaks, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer breaks, I’ll die of thirst. If the Hab breaches, I’ll just sort of... implode. And if, by some miracle, none of that happens... eventually I’m going to run out of food. So... yeah. Mark trails off. It’s one thing to know it. It’s another to say it out loud. MARK (CONT’D) Yeah.
