Солярис 1 серия / Solaris film 1

MOSFILM
Natalya BONDARCHUK
Donatas BANIONIS
Juri JARVET
Vladislav DVORZHETSKY
Nikolai GRINKO
Anatoly SOLONITSYN
in the film
S O L A R I S
based on the sci-fi novel by Stanislaw LEM
Written by F. GORENSTEIN A. TARKOVSKY
Directed by Andrei TARKOVSKY
Director of Photography Vadim YUSOV
Production Designer Mikhail ROMADIN
Music by Eduard ARTEMIEV Sound - Semyon LITVINOV
S O L A R I S
Part One
Chris, come here!
You're just in time.
He takes a walk every morning for at least an hour.
My orders.
He's been working too hard, even overnight.
It's Solaristics.
He's like a bookkeeper making up a yearly account.
We expected you yesterday.
He wanted to run away when he saw me.
Hi.
Hi.
I probably shouldn't have come today.
We've grown older. I've just noticed it.
Why should you apologize?
I hope he knows a lot depends on his initial communique.
The crew's messages are confusing or incomprehensible.
If he confirms that the work cannot continue
the station can be withdrawn from Solaris' orbit.
He knows it.
You promised to get him to look at the film.
- That's the reason I came. - Of course.
Would you mind keeping the child a few days?
There's such a lot to do. No one to look after him.
Anna'll be pleased to have him.
What time does he leave?
He won't be here by this time tomorrow.
It's nice here.
It's like the house
my grandpa built. I loved it.
Mother and I built one like that house.
I don't care much for new things.
Well, I better get going.
I've an awful lot to do.
Don't you want to see this?
I've seen it several times.
On the 22nd day radiobiologist Vishnyakov and physicist Fechner
were assigned to an exploration mission over the Solaris Ocean
on an air cushion hovercraft.
Sixteen hours later we ordered a search.
But the fog was too dense and the search was called off.
All of the rescue craft returned to the station
except one, the cargo helicopter
piloted by Henry Burton.
Burton showed up well after dark.
He emerged from the chopper and started running.
Obviously in a state of shock.
It was amazing that a man with an 11-year record
of space flights should act like that.
He recovered within two days but he wouldn't leave the spacecraft
or approach the window overlooking the Ocean.
While in the clinic, he wrote
he was going to make a statement of utmost importance,
one which could affect the future of Solaristics.
Fine. Suppose we let him talk.
Let's hear Burton's story.
When I first descended below 300 meters
I had trouble keeping up altitude due to the wind.
I had to concentrate on checking the instruments
and I wasn't watching outside.
I entered the fog bank in the end.
Just an ordinary fog?
It was like nothing I've ever seen.
A colloidal... gluey mass.
All the hatches were coated.
The fog reduced the lift of the rotor blades
and I began to lose altitude.
I couldn't see the sun,
the fog glowed like fire where I supposed it would be.
Half an hour later I emerged into an open space.
The patch was round a few hundred meters across.
At that moment I observed
phenomenal changes in the Ocean.
The water became still,
the surface looked transparent, yet troubled in spots.
A sort of yellow mucus started to congeal.
It rose up in long veins,
glistening like glass.
Then it started boiling and frothing
and finally solidified.
It was like burned sugar syrup.
This silt or mucus
formed into cakes
shaping various figures.
I was drifting toward the fog wall
trying hard to resist it.
When I looked out again
I saw below me a kind of garden.
A garden?
Attention, please.
I could see dwarf trees, hedges, acacias,
paths all of this same substance.
These trees and plants that you saw,
did they have leaves? The brush, the acacia tree?
No. They were made of some sort of plastic material.
All of a sudden cracks started to appear.
Yellow silt was squeezed
from the openings,
the boiling and the frothing began again.
You'll be able to judge better,
the camera was on.
Everything I saw will be on the film.
I suggest we suspend the hearing
and view the film.
Well, show it to us. We are interested.
Is that it?
- Is that all? - Yes, that's all.
We don't understand.
Your film is nothing but clouds.
Why?
That was the fog bank I spoke about.
I'm as surprised as you are.
All this might be the result of the biomagnetic currents
acting on Burton's consciousness.
We know them to form a gigantic cerebral system
capable of generating thought.
This hypothesis has not been confirmed.
Didn't you feel ill that day?
Oh, this next part is pointless.
I saw something floating on the surface.
I thought it looked like Fechner's spacesuit.
It was the shape of a man.
I kept circling the spot trying not to lose sight of it.
A moment later I could see the form rise slightly
as if treading the water.
I could see the man - without a spacesuit - moving.
- You mean it was human? - Yes, human.
Wait a minute. Did you see his face?
Yes.
Are you sure?
It was a man?
It was an infant.
An infant? Have you seen him before?
Never. Not that I remember.
I circled nearer.
What I saw was monstrous.
What do you mean?
I couldn't make it out.
Then I realized he was...
He was unusually large,
gigantic.
And that's an understatement. He was four meters high.
He had...
blue eyes and dark hair.
Are you all right?
We can postpone the hearing.
I am all right.
He was naked.
Absolutely naked as if newborn.
Moist or rather slippery...
his skin glistened.
He rose and fell with the waves
but he was moving by himself. The whole thing was repugnant.
Sorry.
I'll reel it on.
There isn't much more.
Burton's statements appear to be the outward expression
of a hallucinatory complex induced
by the atmospheric influences plus obscure symptoms
to which the brain cortical substance contributed
through the excitation of associated zones.
So this report
reflects little, if at all, the actual facts.
How big is the 'little'?
Excuse me, I'm not finished.
A special opinion was recorded
of Doctor of Physics Messenger, who holds
that what Burton reported could have taken place
and requires a thorough study.
That will be all.
I saw it with my own eyes.
May I venture another opinion?
We are on the verge of the greatest discovery
and it would be most unwise
to base our decisions
upon the observations of a technically unqualified layman.
Nevertheless, every explorer may envy this pilot,
his presence of mind and talents of observation.
Moreover, I maintain that at this junction
we are bound morally to press forward
with our probes.
I know how Professor Messenger feels.
But let's look back at this long road.
Solaristics is marking time.
We are back where we started.
Years of effort have proven useless.
What we know of Solaris is of a negative nature.
It's a heap of disjointed facts
that can't be squeezed into any concept.
That's precisely where we stand now.
Solaristics is degenerating.
But there's more to it than the study of Solaristics.
It's about the limits of human knowledge.
After all, by imposing artificial limits
we can deal a blow to the concept of infinite knowledge.
If our movement is not forward,
don't we risk moving backward?
Let me ask again.
What do you mean when you say
that my information makes little sense?
I saw it with my own eyes! Why this 'little'?
The 'little' means that some real phenomena
could cause your hallucinations.
If it is windy, one may well take
a shaking brush for a living creature.
Especially so on an alien planet.
No offense meant.
What action may you take in view of Prof. Messenger's opinion?
Practically none.
Our research in this area
will be discontinued.
Now.
It's not about my reputation. I don't count.
Your decisions offend our expedition
and I deem it to be my duty to say...
Etcetera...
Now if you need to laugh,
you've got only to mention Burton's report.
Thank you, Burton.
It seems I know so little about you.
You were very handsome then.
You don't mean that, but thanks anyway.
Excuse me...
Well, Chris, what do you think of this?
If you don't mind,
I'd like to speak to your son alone.
I wouldn't like to look an idiot another time.
I'll wait for you outside by the swing.
He's a strange man.
You're wrong about that.
He is obviously ill at ease.
He knows it's your last day.
He's sensitive. If he decided to come here,
it's because the matter is so important.
Frankly, I too didn't want to see anybody today.
We don't talk to each other enough.
It's good to hear you say that,
even on the last day.
The last day...
When the farewells are overdone,
you always feel nasty about it afterwards.
There's your aunt. See you after supper.
We need to talk.
Why did you invite this Burton guy, today of all days?
Where will the guests sleep, down here or upstairs?
Oh, upstairs, I guess.
Well, I'll be down by the swing.
- But perhaps-- - I'll be back.
The room can wait.
Listen, Chris.
Well, what is it?
- What is it down there? - What frightened you?
- In the garage. - It's just a horse.
- Don't. I've seen him. - Come on.
He's very gentle. Look how beautiful he is.
Get me right.
I think Solaristics is in an impasse
as a result of irresponsible fancy-mongering.
I am interested in truth.
You want to make a biased supporter of me.
I can't draw conclusions prompted by emotions.
I'm not a poet. My dilemma is
either I end the research and disorbit the station,
legalizing the impasse and the crisis of Solaristics,
or I take drastic measures,
like bombarding the Ocean with high intensity beams.
- No, not that! - Why not?
Don't you want to continue the research at any cost?
Do you want to destroy that
which we aren't capable of comprehending?
I don't advocate knowledge at any price.
Knowledge is valid when it rests on morality.
It's man who makes science moral or immoral.
A case in point is Hiroshima.
Don't make science immoral. It's strange.
Is it? I don't think so.
You can't say you are sure
it wasn't hallucination. I can see that.
Thank you. We have nothing more to say to each other.
- Is anything the matter? - I'm leaving.
Where?
Yes, he's a bookkeeper, not a scientist.
We are friends, don't say that about him.
Fine. We've known each other for 20 years.
It had to end someday I guess.
Are you leaving the child?
Why did you have to hurt him?
It's dangerous to send the likes of you to the Cosmos.
It's far too fragile. It is.
The Earth can put up with those like you,
but at what cost!
Can it be you're jealous cos he'll bury me, not you?
It was established
that the Ocean is a sort of brain.
Later it was boldly hypothesized
that the Ocean is a thinking substance.
No arguments have been provided
to confirm or refute this.
It's about Solaris.
The few 'believers' include people
whose fates are connected with the Solaris orbital station.
Three persons now work at the station designed for 85:
astrobiologist Sartorius,
cyberneticist Snaut
and physiologist Guibarian.
I am calling from town.
Would you leave me for a sec? We need to talk.
When I talked to Chris
I didn't tell him the main thing,
Messenger's opinion at that hearing.
He got interested in Fechner who died in the Ocean.
He found out that Fechner had orphaned his son...
left his family.
Messenger and I paid a visit
to his widow.
I saw the kid.
You never told me about it.
You never asked.
Well, then what?
The child was the spitting image
of the one I saw on Solaris.
Only he wasn't 4 meters high.
He shouldn't think about it before the launch.
Later.
No point keeping these.
But do keep those in my room.
My research notes, my thesis...
I wonder why we kept all these.
If something happens, I'll take care of them.
I'll ask someone.
Oh, don't go looking for the film.
I'm taking it with me.
Oh, sure.
- Ready, Kelvin? - Ready, Moddard.
Nothing to worry about.
Have a good trip. My regards to all.
- When's lift-off? - You're already off. Hold tight.
Station Solaris!
Solaris! Do something! I'm losing stability!
This is Kelvin. Respond.
Hey, anybody home?
You have guests. Respond.
Doctor Snaut?
Snaut?
I'm Kelvin, psychologist.
I guess you were not expecting me.
Did you receive the radiogram?
Yes, yes.
We did.
What's the matter with you?
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Where's Guibarian? Where's Sartorius?
Sartorius is in his quarters, Guibarian is dead.
Dead?
He committed suicide.
Impossible.
I knew Guibarian. He'd never...
He was constantly in a state of depression.
These mysterious disorders...
Maybe you'd better rest up,
have a bath, take any room you like.
Come in an hour.
I'd like to see Guibarian.
I mean Sartorius.
I doubt if he'll let you in. He's up in his lab.
Look, Snaut.
I can see something extraordinary has happened and -
Doctor Kelvin...
You see... Well...
Come in an hour, please.
Go have a rest.
There are three of us now.
You know what we look like from the photos.
If you see something out of the ordinary,
try not to... lose your head.
- See what? - I don't know.
In a sense, that depends on you.
- Hallucinations? - No.
Just keep your head. Don't forget...
- Forget what? - We're not on earth.
Come in the evening. Or make it tonight.
No, tomorrow morning!
A. Guibarian
Human being
To: K. Kelvin
Hi, Chris.
I still have a little time left...
There is something I want to tell you...
to warn you about.
I suppose you've been told what happened to me.
If not, Snaut and Sartorius will tell you...
I matter
little
in this.
I mean no one can explain it to you.
I'm afraid it's just the beginning.
It can happen to...
all of you.
Here and now it can happen to anyone.
Don't think I've gone mad.
I'm sane, Chris, believe me.
You know me.
I'll tell you why I did it, if I can.
I am telling you this so
that if it does happen to you, you should know
you haven't gone mad.
As for further research...
I'm of the same opinion as Sartorius.
Bombard the Ocean's plasma with high intensity X-rays.
I know it's prohibited
but we have no choice. We...
You'll get stuck.
This may help
get things off the ground.
It's your chance to contact this monster.
There's no other solution, Chris.
If...
Doctor Sartorius, I'm Kelvin.
I arrived two hours ago.
Look, I feel a perfect fool.
Open up or I'll break the door.
All right, but... don't come in please.
- I'll come out. - Whatever you say.
I'm Kelvin.
You...
Surely you must have heard about me.
I work... I mean worked with Guibarian.
So?
Snaut told me about Guibarian.
So you know.
Yes, it's horrible.
I have no details, just that he's dead.
That's not the point. All of us are going to die.
But he insisted on being buried on the earth,
as if the Cosmos wasn't a wormy enough tomb.
He wanted to be in the earth with the worms.
I'd have ignored the request but Snaut insisted.
- You know Burton? - He's the pilot who--
Yes, he was on the relief party for Fechner.
Fechner died a death. Guibarian was a coward.
Why judge him now he's dead?
You're wrong. Duty is the only concern now.
- Duty to whom? - The truth.
- And humanity then. - You're misguided in your search.
Your attitude is absurd.
Your so-called courage is inhuman!
Go away.
You're overemotional I see. You must adapt yourself.
Take care.
I spoke with Sartorius.
I don't find him very likeable.
He's a very talented scientist.
You know...
I'm afraid I don't feel so well.
You're okay, you just won't listen to advice.
Snaut,
aside from the three of us, is there anyone else here?
Why?
What were you warning me against?
- What did you see? - Is it a human being?
Was she real?
Can she be touched or wounded?
Tell me.
You saw her today, didn't you?
And you. Who are you?
Shhh...
- Where did she come from? - Leave me alone.
You're afraid.
Don't be.
I don't think you are insane.
Insane! Oh God, you know...
so little... Insane!
That would be a blessing!
Listen, Snaut.
It's all so absurd.
They don't understand. They're sure I've gone mad.
It looks absurd but I've got to do this. I'm afraid
they might force their way in.
They don't realize what they are doing. I'm scared, Chris.
I can't.
No one can understand this.
Open up, Guibarian!
Don't be a fool. Snaut is with me.
We want to help.
They want to help.
All right. Quit knocking.
I'm my own judge.
Have you seen her?
It's not insanity.
It has to do with... conscience.
Oh, how I wished you'd come, Chris!
Where'd you...
It's so good...
But you can't...
How'd you know where I was?
What d'you mean?
Chris, that tickles.
- Where are my shoes? - Your shoes?
No, they're not in my bag.
Who's this?
It's me?
You know...
I have a feeling...
I've forgotten something.
I can't understand...
Do you love me?
Why d'you ask, Hari? As if you didn't know.
I've got to go out. I won't be long. Wait here.
- Can I come with you? - No, Hari.
No.
Why not?
I don't know. I mustn't.
You mustn't what?
I mustn't let you go.
I've got to see you all the time.
Don't be so childish. I've got work to do, Hari.
Yes, I'm acting childish.
And you...
You're as nervous as Snaut.
- As who? - Snaut.
Snaut?
How come...
Well, you can come with me if you like.
You'll have to get into a suit. So take your dress off.
Come help me. I can't do it myself.
What's that stare for?