Chris, what is it?
I love you so much.
Don't you love me any more?
I've made progress, and I recognise that.
But my wife, who I can't even convince to come here...
Anything can set her off. It could be the phone ringing,
something on the news, something online, going shopping maybe.
A commemorative T-shirt in the window. Itjust puts her right back in that place,
and it's like all my progress - ripped away. And I'm right back there with her.
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;
7am on Tuesday or 6.15pm 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.
Because I know you, and I know it's not true.
Good. I'm glad.
All right.
Let's pick this up on Wednesday.
Can 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 apologise 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 obvious solution would be to leave.
But none of us want to. That's why you're getting this... 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...
I, uh... I hope you will come to Solaris, Chris.
I-I think you need to.
You will see what I mean.
I wish I could be more specific about all of this, 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 Al system.
They shut it down.
The company was hoping to solve this problem without involving a civilian.
Obviously these are extreme circumstances.
Some preparation is 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 board the ship, you can negotiate their safe return.
Is that what everybody wants?
Of course.
Find the probability of F.
OK, stop. Go back.
Snow.
Kelvin, is it?
Yeah.
Kelvin. Right. Oh, man.
Sorry about that, Kelvin.
Names, you know, just...
For some reason. It, uh...
Yeah. Uh...
Well, uh, you wanna come in?
I'm fine.
Whose blood is that, leading to the lab?
Yeah. Blood.
How 'bout that?
Katarn.
He, um... Yeah.
Security forces showed up and he just took off, and they...
Yeah. Put a hole in his pot.
What happened to Gibarian?
Yeah.
It was a suicide.
Who found him?
I found him.
What happened to Rhys?
Yeah, now, Rhys w... Huh.
We don't know, because the thing is, he kind of... 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.
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 wanna 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? - I'm 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 a formal interview with you and Gordon. I'll need your help with her.
Yeah. All right.
Um...
How much sleep do you need, Kelvin?
- How much sleep? - Yeah.
- How long can you go without sleep? - 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 food, air, water?
I checked it 50 times. There are no signs of 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...
- Not 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... Man, I would kill to go back there. I'd... kill.
But Gordon?
Gordon happens to be Gordon, you know?
So, um...
But I'll see what I can do.
We take off into the cosmos.
Ready for anything - solitude, hardship, exhaustion...
death.
We're proud of ourselves.
But when you think about it, our enthusiasm's a sham.
We don't want other worlds. We want mirrors.
So, anyway... How's the spawn?
Oh, good, good. He cries and shits in his pants every two hours.
- I know the feeling.
When are you leaving?
- We've been postponed again. - I didn't hear that.
Nobody knows yet.
The governments are looking for a buyer. I wish we could tell people what's happening.
You can tell me. I'm a doctor.
Well, Doctor, as we study Solaris,
the most interesting thing is it, um...
Well, it seems to be reacting. Almost like it knows it's being observed.
We can't explain it.
Are you listening to me? Chris?
- So anyway... - So anyway. Sorry.
Go to her. Her name is Rheya. She's a bit tricky but, um, I guess she's worthwhile.
Maybe she needs a shrink.
Don't we all?
Don't blow it.
You start.
I did.
Really?
All right, I'm gonna resist the impulse to ask you about the door knob.
- Do you always resist your impulses? - Not always.
Try poetry.
"And death shall have no dominion."
Mm. Thomas.
It's not a very happy poem, though.
Well, you didn't seem very happy when I saw you on the train.
I wasn't.
And tonight?
It's early.
Goddammit!
I'm awake.
Yes.
How are you here?
How do you mean?
Where do you think you are? Where do you think you are right now?
At home.
Where is home?
With you, where we live.
And do you remember being anywhere else with me? Being together anywhere else?
- Our apartment. - Describe it.
It's dark. It's very very dark.
And there are no paintings on the wall.
No pictures anywhere.
No pictures on the fridge, even, which I always thought was a bit strange.
Do you remember where we first saw each other?
On a train.
Chris...
I'm so happy to see you.
I love you so much.
Don't you love me any more?
I have to check out something with the crew.
No! No!
- Don't leave me! Don't leave me! - Why? Why?
- Why? - I don't know.
I don't know.
It's OK.
Why are you sitting over there?
Can I come and sit with you?
Hey.
What was that?
Yeah.
How 'bout that?
Still workin' on that.
Where's your visitor?
I don't know. Stopped appearing.
- Who's your visitor? - My brother.
Who was it?
My wife.
Dead?
So what was her name?
Will she come back?
Do you want her to?
- No, it isn't. - Yes, it is.
- No, it isn't. It's crap. - Only one way to find out.
You can submit it to someone and see if they publish it.
That's not an indication of anything.
So no one else's opinion counts except for yours?
- Yeah. - That's insane.
- "That's" insane. - I like it.
Brings out the red in my eyes.
So, did you show it to your father?
- Yeah. - And?
- And he liked it. - What'd he say?
- He said he liked it. - Well...
He's a man who doesn't pass out compliments very easily. That's something.
- What's that tell you? - Can we talk about something else? Please?
All right. When do you wanna get hitched?
Every time I bring it up you make ajoke about it, and...
I know, I know. That's pathet... I'm sorry. It's just...
It-it's so difficult for me.
Still? Is it something that I'm not doing?
No. No, no, no. That's not the issue at all.
Because, you know, if you keep putting this off,
then in 15 or 20 years I'm just gonna stop asking.
- Well, I've got ages, then. - Mm.
So apart from the poem that you quoted to me the night that we met...
The night that you were hitting on me.
Oh, I don't think so. What's your favourite poem?
My favourite Dylan Thomas poem? Well, there's the, uh...
Listen to this. We have, uh... There's the...
Well, there's the one he's most famous for,
which starts, um...
- "There was a young man from Nantucket..." - I knew it. I just...
I'm not marrying you.
You...
Oh, you're marrying me.
Would we have to invite anyone else?
There should be witnesses.
Otherwise nobody'd believe us.
When I was little I had this imaginary friend called Mikashelli,
who used to live under the wallpaper in the corner of the room.
I used to go and visit. I had a very intense relationship. I was an only child.
As you know. And, um... that was like my sibling.
That was the person I used to have battles with and fights with and everything.
What happened progressively over the next few years
is that my mother stopped communicating with me.
She only communicated with me as Mikashelli, and wrote me these letters,
and we didn't have conversations any more.
- I mean, admittedly, she was certifiable. - Mm-hm.
But, um, yeah, that was a strange way to grow up.
You know, you're with the right man.
I so know that. That's what's great.
Cos, man...
Rheya...
It's me.
I don't remember that.
When did you get that?
I got itjust before I came here.
- Was I with you? - No.
I don't actually remember anything.
I only remember you.
Have I been ill?
Sort of.
And we've been apart?
- Yes. - For how long?
A few years.
- Were you alone? - Yes.
Was that difficult?
It was easier than being with someone else.
Did you think about me?
Yes.
What is that, out there?
Solaris.
Oh, my God, yes.
I can't remember how I got here.
Did I come here with you?
- I don't know how you got here. - What do you mean?
I woke up and you were here.
So I wasn't here yesterday?
No.
Right.
Getting dressed?
People will notice tonight.
If you're not there, Rheya,
people will notice.
I can put up with all of it, you know? The mood swings, the...
restlessness,
changing jobs every three months, all of it.
What I can't put up with is you hiding from me.
Why do you do that?
Do you wanna be here?
Cos I need help. I can't do this... I can't "continue" to do this on my own.
The idea of God was dreamed up by man.
A silly animal with a small brain.
Even the limits that we put on it are human limits.
- It designs, it creates... - No, I'm talking about a higher intelligence.
No, hold it. You're talking about something else - a man in a white beard.
Ascribing human characteristics to something that isn't human.
Aren't we all?
Rheya, given all the elements of the known universe and enough time,
our existence is inevitable.
It's no more mysterious than trees or sharks.
We're a mathematical probability, and that's all.
How do you explain that of all the creatures on this planet,
only we are conscious of our own mortality?
You can't explain that. That doesn't mean there's a God.
Maybe religion has been bred into us.
The pope is a wonderful woman...
- Excuse me. - A nihilistic shrink. Is there a school?
- Not yet.
You see? He's funny, at least.
Where you been?
Away from those fucking people.
They're my friends.
Yeah.
Chris, I've got to talk to you.
What's wrong?
I don't understand what's happening.
And if I do understand what's happening then I don't think I can handle it.
What do you mean?
I mean...
I'm not the person I remember.
Or at least I'm not sure I am.
I mean, I-I do remember things, but I don't remember being there.
I don't remember experiencing those things.
My... I...
I mean, I'm really really...
really really trying to understand.
And-and these, uh...
These... these strange thoughts keep coming into my head, and I...
I don't know where they're coming from, and I'm scared.
Um...
And I-I don't know what's happening. I-I don't know what's happening.
- What do you think's happening? - You need rest.
- No... - Take that.
You don't understand. Because I don't think that I can live with this.
I don't understand what is happening now.
I mean, this-this-this... I remember this. I have a memory of it. But...
But I don't. I don't remember seeing it. I don't...
I don't remember being there. I...
Rheya, it's fatigue. It's fatigue. It's brought on by stress.
It's fatigue. That's why you take this.
Right. Yeah.
No, it is. You'll be fine. I'll talk to Gordon and Snow. We'll go back to Earth.
- Mm-hm. - And you're gonna be fine.
Mm-hm.
Mm.
- I'm coming right back. - Right.
- Are you gonna be all right here? - Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah.
This door locks from the inside.
- Yeah. - You'll be perfectly safe in here.
Yeah.
You sure you're gonna be all right?
You-you keep asking me that, actually. Yes. Yeah.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
Stay here.