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 In an African desert millions of years ago, a tribe of man-apes faces starvation and competition for a water hole by a rival tribe. They awaken to find a featureless black monolith has appeared before them. Guided in some fashion by the Black Monolith, one man-ape realizes how to use a bone as a tool and weapon; the tribe learns to hunt for food, and kills the leader of their rivals, reclaiming the water hole.
Millions of years later, a Pan Am space plane carries Dr. Heywood Floyd to a space station orbiting Earth for a layover on his trip to Clavius Base, a United States outpost on the moon. After a videophone call with his daughter, Floyd's Soviet scientist friend and her colleague ask about rumors of a mysterious epidemic at Clavius. Floyd declines to answer. At Clavius, Floyd heads a meeting of base personnel, apologizing for the epidemic cover story but stressing secrecy. His mission is to investigate a recently found artifact buried four million years ago. Floyd and others ride in a Moonbus to the artifact, which is a monolith identical to the one encountered by the man-apes. Sunlight strikes the monolith and a loud high-pitched radio signal is heard.
Eighteen months later, the United States spacecraft Discovery One is bound for Jupiter. On board are mission pilots and scientists Dr. David Bowman and Dr. Frank Poole along with three other scientists in cryogenic hibernation. Most of Discovery's operations are controlled by the ship's computer, HAL 9000, referred to by the crew as "Hal". Bowman and Poole watch Hal and themselves being interviewed on a BBC show about the mission, in which the computer states that he is "foolproof and incapable of error." When asked by the host if Hal has genuine emotions, Bowman replies that he appears to, but that the truth is unknown. Later, when Bowman questions Hal on the purpose of the mission, Hal responds by reporting the imminent failure of an antenna control device. The astronauts retrieve the component making use of an EVA pod but find nothing wrong with it. Hal suggests reinstalling the part and letting it fail so the problem can be found. Mission Control advises the astronauts that results from their twin HAL 9000 indicate that Hal is in error. Hal insists that the problem, like previous issues ascribed to HAL series units, is due to human error. Concerned about Hal's behavior, Bowman and Poole enter an EVA pod to talk without Hal overhearing, and agree to disconnect Hal if he is proven wrong. Hal secretly follows their conversation by lip reading.
While Poole is on a space walk outside his EVA pod attempting to replace the unit, Hal takes control of the pod and attacks Poole, severing his oxygen hose and setting him adrift. Bowman takes another pod to attempt rescue. Meanwhile, Hal turns off the life support functions of the crewmen in suspended animation. When Bowman returns to the ship with Poole's body, Hal refuses to let him in, stating that the astronauts' plan to deactivate him jeopardizes the mission. Bowman opens the ship's emergency airlock manually, enters the ship, and proceeds to Hal's processor core. Hal tries to reassure Bowman, then pleads with him to stop, and finally expresses fear. As Bowman deactivates the circuits controlling HAL's higher intellectual functions, HAL regresses to his earliest programmed memory, the song "Daisy Bell", which he sings for Bowman.
When Hal is finally disconnected, a prerecorded video message from Floyd reveals the existence of the monolith on the moon, its purpose and origin unknown. With the exception of one short but extremely powerful radio emission aimed at Jupiter, the object has been inert. At Jupiter, Bowman leaves Discovery One in an EVA pod to investigate another monolith discovered in orbit around the planet. The pod is pulled into a vortex of colored light, and Bowman races across vast distances of space, viewing bizarre cosmological phenomena and strange landscapes of unusual colors.
Bowman later finds himself, still in the pod, in a bedroom appointed in the neoclassical style. He sees older versions of himself, his point of view switching each time, first standing in the bedroom, middle-aged and still in his spacesuit, then dressed in leisure attire and eating dinner, and finally as an old man lying in the bed. A black monolith appears at the foot of the bed, and as Bowman reaches for it, he is transformed into a fetus enclosed in a transparent orb of light. The film ends as the new being floats in space beside the Earth, gazing at it.
In an African desert millions of years ago , a tribe of man-apes faces starvation and competition for a water hole by a rival tribe . They awaken to find a featureless black monolith has appeared before them . Guided in some fashion by the Black Monolith , one man-ape realizes how to use a bone as a tool and weapon ; the tribe learns to hunt for food , and kills the leader of their rivals , reclaiming the water hole . Millions of years later , a Pan Am space plane carries Dr. Heywood Floyd to a space station orbiting Earth for a layover on his trip to Clavius Base , a United States outpost on the moon . After a videophone call with his daughter , Floyd s Soviet scientist friend and her colleague ask about rumors of a mysterious epidemic at Clavius . Floyd declines to answer . At Clavius , Floyd heads a meeting of base personnel , apologizing for the epidemic cover story but stressing secrecy . His mission is to investigate a recently found artifact buried four million years ago . Floyd and others ride in a Moonbus to the artifact , which is a monolith identical to the one encountered by the man-apes . Sunlight strikes the monolith and a loud high-pitched radio signal is heard . Eighteen months later , the United States spacecraft Discovery One is bound for Jupiter . On board are mission pilots and scientists Dr. David Bowman and Dr. Frank Poole along with three other scientists in cryogenic hibernation . Most of Discovery s operations are controlled by the ship s computer , HAL 9000 , referred to by the crew as Hal . Bowman and Poole watch Hal and themselves being interviewed on a BBC show about the mission , in which the computer states that he is foolproof and incapable of error . When asked by the host if Hal has genuine emotions , Bowman replies that he appears to , but that the truth is unknown . Later , when Bowman questions Hal on the purpose of the mission , Hal responds by reporting the imminent failure of an antenna control device . The astronauts retrieve the component making use of an EVA pod but find nothing wrong with it . Hal suggests reinstalling the part and letting it fail so the problem can be found . Mission Control advises the astronauts that results from their twin HAL 9000 indicate that Hal is in error . Hal insists that the problem , like previous issues ascribed to HAL series units , is due to human error . Concerned about Hal s behavior , Bowman and Poole enter an EVA pod to talk without Hal overhearing , and agree to disconnect Hal if he is proven wrong . Hal secretly follows their conversation by lip reading . While Poole is on a space walk outside his EVA pod attempting to replace the unit , Hal takes control of the pod and attacks Poole , severing his oxygen hose and setting him adrift . Bowman takes another pod to attempt rescue . Meanwhile , Hal turns off the life support functions of the crewmen in suspended animation . When Bowman returns to the ship with Poole s body , Hal refuses to let him in , stating that the astronauts ' plan to deactivate him jeopardizes the mission . Bowman opens the ship s emergency airlock manually , enters the ship , and proceeds to Hal s processor core . Hal tries to reassure Bowman , then pleads with him to stop , and finally expresses fear . As Bowman deactivates the circuits controlling HAL s higher intellectual functions , HAL regresses to his earliest programmed memory , the song Daisy Bell , which he sings for Bowman . When Hal is finally disconnected , a prerecorded video message from Floyd reveals the existence of the monolith on the moon , its purpose and origin unknown . With the exception of one short but extremely powerful radio emission aimed at Jupiter , the object has been inert . At Jupiter , Bowman leaves Discovery One in an EVA pod to investigate another monolith discovered in orbit around the planet . The pod is pulled into a vortex of colored light , and Bowman races across vast distances of space , viewing bizarre cosmological phenomena and strange landscapes of unusual colors . Bowman later finds himself , still in the pod , in a bedroom appointed in the neoclassical style . He sees older versions of himself , his point of view switching each time , first standing in the bedroom , middle-aged and still in his spacesuit , then dressed in leisure attire and eating dinner , and finally as an old man lying in the bed . A black monolith appears at the foot of the bed , and as Bowman reaches for it , he is transformed into a fetus enclosed in a transparent orb of light . The film ends as the new being floats in space beside the Earth , gazing at it .
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<b>				    
</b><b>				    2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY
</b>
					    Screenplay

						   by
<b> 
</b>			   Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clark

					    Hawk Films Ltd.,
					    c/o. M-G-M Studios,
					    Boreham Wood,
					    Herts.


<b>TITLE					    PART I
</b><b>					    AFRICA
</b><b>					    3,000,000 YEARS AGO
</b>
<b>A1
</b><b>VIEWS OF AFRICAN DRYLANDS - DROUGHT
</b>
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.

										 a1

<b>A2
</b><b>INT & EXT CAVES - MOONWATCHER
</b>
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

										 a2

<b>A2
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

										 a3

<b>A3
</b><b>EXT  THE STREAM - THE OTHERS
</b>
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.

										 a4

<b>A4
</b><b>EXT  AFRICAN PLAIN - HERBIVORES
</b>
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.

										 a5

<b>A5
</b><b>EXT  PARCHED COUNTRYSIDE - THE LION
</b>
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.

										 a6

<b>A6
</b><b>EXT  DEAD TREE - FINDS HONEY
</b>
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.

										 a7

<b>A7
</b><b>INT & EXT  CAVES - NIGHT TERRORS
</b>
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

										 a8

<b>A7
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

										 a9

<b>A8
</b><b>EXT  THE STREAM - INVASION
</b>
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

										 a10

<b>A8
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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,

										 a11

<b>A8
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

										 a12

<b>EXT  CAVE - NEW SOUND
</b>
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.

										 a13

<b>A10
</b><b>EXT CAVE - NEW ROCK
</b>
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;

										 a14

<b>A10
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

										 a15

<b>A11
</b><b>EXT CUBE - FIRST LESSON
</b>
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,

										 a16

<b>A11
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

										 a17

<b>A11
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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

										 a18

<b>A11
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

										 a19

<b>A12
</b>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

										 a20

<b>A12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
somehow the Others had survived, and had stubbornly refused to
die of starvation.

										 a21

<b>A13
</b><b>EXT CAVES - KILLING THE LION
</b>
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

										 a22

<b>A13
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

<b>					  * * * * * * * *
</b>
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.

										 a23

<b>A14
</b><b>EXT STREAM - MASTER OF THE WORLD
</b>
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.

										 a24

<b>A14
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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

										 a25

<b>A14
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
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.

										 a26

<b>					    A SECTION TIMING
</b>
<b>			    A1    00.30
</b><b>			    A2    00.45
</b><b>			    A3    01.30
</b><b>			    A4    00.30
</b><b>			    A5    01.00
</b><b>			    A6    01.00
</b><b>			    A7    01.00
</b><b>			    A8    03.00
</b><b>			    A9    00.45
</b><b>			    A10   02.00
</b><b>			    A11   04.00
</b><b>			    A12   02.00
</b><b>			    A13   02.30
</b><b>			    A14   02.30
</b>
<b>					    A SECTION TOTAL: @23 MIN. 00 SECS
</b><b> 
</b><b>			    TITLE					PART II
</b>
<b>							    YEAR 2001
</b>
											    a26a
<b> 
</b><b>B1
</b><b>EARTH FROM 200 MILES UP					 NARRATOR		
</b>						    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.
<b>RUSSIAN INSIGNIA AND
</b><b>CCCP MARKINGS
</b>
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
<b>FRENCH BOMB						   NARRATOR
</b>					    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.

10/4/65											  b1
<b> 
</b><b>B2
</b><b>ORION-III SPACECRAFT
</b><b>IN FIGHT AWAY FROM
</b><b>EARTH, 200 MILES
</b><b>ALTITUDE.
</b>
10/4/65											  b2
<b> 
</b><b>B3
</b><b>ORION-III PASSENGER AREA.
</b><b>DR. HEYWOOD FLOYD IS THE
</b><b>ONLY PASSENGER IN THE
</b><b>ELEGANT CABIN DESIGNED
</b><b>FOR 30 PEOPLE. HE IS
</b><b>ASLEEP.
</b>
<b>HIS PEN FLOATS NEAR HIS
</b><b>HAND.
</b>
10/4/65											  b3   
<b> 
</b><b>B4
</b><b>ORION-III COCKPIT.
</b><b>PILOT, CO-PILOT.
</b><b>FLOYD CAN BE SEEN
</b><b>ASLEEP ON A SMALL
</b><b>TV MONITOR.
</b><b>STEWARDESS IS PUTTING
</b><b>ON LIPSTICK. SHE SEES
</b><b>PEN.
</b>
10/4/65											  b4   
<b> 
</b><b>B5
</b><b>STEWARDESS GOES BACK
</b><b>TO PASSENGER AREA,
</b><b>RESCUES PEN AND CLIPS
</b><b>IT BACK IN FLOYD'S
</b><b>POCKET.
</b>
10/4/65											  b5   
<b> 
</b><b>B6
</b><b>SPACE STATION-5. THE
</b><b>RAW SUNLIGHT OF SPACE
</b><b>DAZZLES FROM THE
</b><b>POLISHED METAL SURFACES
</b><b>OF THE SLOWLY REVOLVING,
</b><b>THOUSAND-FOOT DIAMETER
</b><b>SPACE STATION. DRIFTING
</b><b>IN THE SAME ORBIT, WE SEE
</b><b>SWEPT-BACK TITOV-V
</b><b>SPACECRAFT. ALSO THE
</b><b>ALMOST SPHERICAL ARIES-IB
</b>
10/4/65											  b6   

<b>B7
</b><b>ORION-III PASSENGER AREA
</b><b>FLOYD AWAKE BUT GROGGY,
</b><b>LOOKS OUT OF WINDOW.
</b>
10/4/65											  b7   

<b>B8
</b><b>ORION-III COCKPIT.
</b><b>THE CO-PILOT IN RADIO
</b><b>COMMUNICATION WITH THE
</b><b>SPACE STATION.
</b>
10/4/65											  b8   

<b>B9
</b><b>THE ORION-III SPACECRAFT
</b><b>IN DOCKING APPROACH. THE
</b><b>EARTH IS SEEN IN BREATH-
</b><b>TAKING VIEW IN B.G.
</b>
10/4/65											  b9

<b>B10
</b><b>INSIDE DOCKING CONTROL.
</b><b>WE SEE ORION-III MANO-
</b><b>UVERING. IN BACKGROUND.
</b>
10/4/65											  b10

<b>B11
</b><b>FROM DOCKING PORT WE
</b><b>SEE THE ORION-III INCHING
</b><b>IN TO COMPLETE ITS
</b><b>DOCKING. WE SEE VARIOUS
</b><b>WINDOWED BOOTHS INSIDE
</b><b>DOCKING PORT. WE SEE
</b><b>THE PILOT AND CO-PILOT
</b><b>INSIDE THE ORION-III
</b><b>COCKPIT.
</b>
10/4/65											  b11

<b>B12
</b><b>SPACE STATION
</b><b>RECEPTION AREA
</b>
<b>RECEPTIONIST AT DESK.
</b><b>MILLER ENTERS, HUR-
</b><b>RYING. HE GOES TO
</b><b>THE ELEVATOR AND
</b><b>PRESSES BUTTON. HE
</b><b>WAITS IMPATIENTLY.
</b>
<b>WE SEE ELEVATOR
</b><b>INDICATOR WORKING
</b>
<b>ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS
</b><b>AND FLOYD IS SEEN
</b><b>UNSTRAPPING HIMSELF.
</b><b>THE ELEVATOR GIRL IS
</b><b>SEATED BY THE DOOR
</b><b>						    MILLER
</b>						    Oh, good morning, Dr. Floyd.
						    I'm Nick Miller.

<b>						    FLOYD
</b>						    How do you do, Mr. Miller?

<b>						    MILLER
</b>						    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.

12/7/65											  b12   

<b>B12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Oh, please don't worry about it.

<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    Well, thank you very much for
					    being so understanding.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Please, it really doesn't matter.

<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    Well.. Did you have a pleaant
					    flight?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes, very pleasant.

<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    Well, shall we go through
					    Documentation?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Fine.

<b>					    RECEPTIONIST
</b>					    Will you use number eight,
					    please?

<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    Thank you, Miss Turner.

12/7/65										  b13

<b>B12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>THEY ENTER PASSPORT
</b><b>AREA
</b>
<b>RECEPTIONIST PRESSES
</b><b>"ENGLISH" BAR ON HER
</b><b>CONSOLE AND SMILES
</b><b>AS FLOYD GOES THROUGH.
</b>
12/7/65										  b13a

<b>IN AUTOMATED PASSPORT
</b><b>SECTION. THEY STOP IN
</b><b>FRONT OF A BOOTH
</b><b>FEATURING A TV SCREEN
</b><b>					    
</b><b>					    PASSPORT GIRL (TV)
</b>					    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.

<b>THERE IS A PAUSE
</b><b>AND A RED BAR LIGHTS UP
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Moon, American, Floyd, Heywood,
<b>					    R.
</b>
<b>THE RED LIGHT GOES OFF.
</b><b>THERE IS A DELAY OF
</b><b>ABOUT TWO SECONDS AND
</b><b>THE WOMAN'S FACE
</b><b>REAPPEARS
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I've always wondered....

12/7/65										  b14   

<b>B13
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b><b>					    PASSPORT GIRL (TV)
</b>					    (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.

<b>THE LIGHTS GO OFF
</b><b>AND THE WOMAN'S
</b><b>FACE DISAPPEARS
</b>
<b>THE MEN EXIT THE
</b><b>PASSPORT AREA
</b>
<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    I've reserved a table for you in
					    the Earth Light room. Your
					    connecting flight will be
					    leaving in about one hour.

12/7/65										  b15 

<b>B13
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>						FLOYD
</b>						Oh, that's wonderful.

12/7/65										  b16 

<b>B14
</b><b>INT SPACE STATION - LOUNGE
</b>
<b>FLOYD AND MILLER WALKING
</b>
<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    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?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes, I think so. Just about
					    then.

<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    I suppose you saw the work on
					    our new section while you
					    were docking.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes, it's coming along very well.

<b>THEY PASS THE VISION
</b><b>PHONE BOOTH
</b>
<b>						FLOYD
</b>						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 

<b>B14
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    MILLER
</b>					    Fine. I'll see you at the bar.

<b>FLOYD ENTERS PHONE
</b><b>BOOTH. SIGN ON
</b><b>VISION PHONE SCREEN
</b><b>"SORRY, TEMPORARILY
</b><b>OUT OF ORDER."
</b>
<b>HE ENTERS THE SECOND
</b><b>BOOTH AND SITS DOWN
</b>
12/7/65										  b18	 

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</b><b>DELETED
</b>
<b>B16
</b><b>DELETED
</b>
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<b>12/7/65
</b>
<b>B17
</b><b>FLOYD IN VISION PHONE
</b>
<b>LITTLE GIRL OF FIVE
</b><b>ANSWERS
</b>
<b>						CHILD
</b>						Hello.

<b>VISION PHONE SCREEN
</b><b>DISPLAY SIGN 'YOUR
</b><b>PARTY HAS NOT CONNECTED
</b><b>VISION'
</b>
<b>A FEW SECONDS LATER,
</b><b>THE SCREEN CHANGES
</b><b>TO AN IMAGE OF THE
</b><b>CHILD
</b><b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Hello, darling, how are you?

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    Hello Daddy. Where are you?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I'm at Space Station Five,
					    darling. How are you?

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    I'm fine, Daddy. When are
					    you coming home?

12/6/65										  b23 

<b>B17
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Well, I hope in a few days,
					    sweetheart.

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    I'm having a party tomorrow.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes, I know that sweetheart.

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    Are you coming to my party?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    No, I'm sorry, darling, I
					    told you I won't be home for a
					    few days.

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    When are you coming home?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    In three days, darling, I
					    hope.

<b>FLOYD HOLDS UP
</b><b>THREE FINGERS.
</b>
12/6/65										  b24 

<b>B17
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    One, two, three. Can I
					    speak to Mommy?

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    Mommy's out to the hair-
					    dresser.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Where is Mrs. Brown?

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    She's in the bathroom.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Okay, sweetheart. Well, I
					    have to go now. Tell Mommy
					    that I called.

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    How many days until you
					    come home?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Three, darling. One... two
					    ... three. Be sure to tell
					    Mommy I called.

12/6/65										  b24a 

<b>B17
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    I will, Daddy.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Okay, sweetheart. Have a
					    lovely Birthday Party
					    tomorrow.

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    Thank you, Daddy.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I'll wish you a happy
					    Birthday now and I'll see you
					    soon. All right, Darling?

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    Yes, Daddy.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    'Bye, 'bye, now, sweetheart.

<b>					    CHILD
</b>					    Goodbye, Daddy.

12/6/65										  b24b 

<b>B18
</b><b>VISION PHONE
</b><b>PROCEDURE FOR
</b><b>INFORMATION
</b>
<b>VISION PHONE
</b><b>PROCEDURE FOR
</b><b>DIALLING
</b>
<b>					    OPERATOR
</b>					    Good morning, Macy's.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Good morning. I'd like the
					    Vision shopper for the Pet
					    Shop, please.

<b>					    OPERATOR
</b>					    Just one moment.

12/7/65										  b25 

<b>B19
</b><b>THE PICTURE FLIPS AND
</b><b>WE SEE A WOMAN STANDING
</b><b>IN FORN OF A SPECIALLY-
</b><b>DESIGNED DISPLAY SCREEN
</b>
<b>					    VISION SALES GIRL
</b>					    Good morning, sir, may I help you?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes, I'd like to buy a bush baby.

<b>					    VISION SALES GIRL
</b>					    Just a moment, sir.

<b>THE GIRL KEYS SOME
</b><b>INPUTS AND A MOVING
</b><b>PICTURE APPEARS ON
</b><b>THE SCREEN OF A CAGE
</b><b>CONTAINING ABOUT SIX
</b><b>BUSH BABIES,
</b><b>BEAUTIFULLY DISPLAYED
</b><b>AGAINST A WHITE BACK-
</b><b>GROUND
</b>
<b>					    VISION SALES GIRL
</b>					    Here you are, sir. Here is a 
					    lovely assortment of African
					    bush babies. They are twenty
					    Dollars each.

12/7/65										  b26 

<b>B19
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes, well... Pick out a nice one
					    for me, a friendly one, and I'd
					    like it delivered tomorrow.

<b>					    VISION SALES GIRL
</b>					    Certainly, sir. Just let us have
					    your name and Bank identification
					    for V.P.I., and then give the
					    name and address of the person
					    you'd like the pet delivered to
					    and it will be delivered tomorrow.

<b>SOME TIME DURING
</b><b>THIS CONVERSATION,
</b><b>FLOYD SEE ELENA,
</b><b>SMYSLOV AND THE
</b><b>OTHER TWO RUSSIANS
</b><b>PASS HIS VISION PHONE
</b><b>WINDOW. ELENA TAPS
</b><b>AND MIMES "HELLO",
</b><b>GESTURING TOWARD A
</b><b>TABLE BEHIND FLOYD
</b><b>WHERE THEY ALL SIT
</b><b>DOWN
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Thank you very much. Floyd,
					    Heywood, R.,  First National
					    Bank of Washington. Please
					    deliver to Miss Josephine
					    Floyd, 9423 Dupre Avenue,
<b>					    N.W.14.
</b>
12/7/65										  b27 

<b>B19
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    VISION SALES GIRL
</b>					    Thank you very much, sir. It
					    will be delivered tomorrow.

12/7/65										  b27a 

<b>B20
</b><b>SPACE STATTION 5 - LOUNGE
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Well, how nice to see you again,
					    Elena. You're looking wonderful.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    How nice to see you, Hyewood.
					    This is my good friend, Dr.
					    Heywood Floyd. I'd like you
					    to meet Andre Smyslov...

<b>SMYSLOV AND THE TWO
</b><b>OTHER RUSSIAN WOMEN
</b><b>STAND UP AND SMILE
</b>
<b>THEY SHAKE HANDS
</b><b>AFTER INTRODUCTION
</b><b>AND AD-LIB 'HELLOS'
</b>
<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    And this is Dr. Kalinan...
					    Stretyneva...

<b>THE RUSSIANS ARE
</b><b>VERY WARM AND 
</b><b>FRIENDLY.
</b>
<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Dr. Floyd, won't you join us
					    for a drink?

12/7/65										  b28 

<b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I'm afraid I've only got a few
					    minutes, but I'd love to.

<b>THERE IS A BIT OF
</b><b>CONFUSION AS ALL
</b><b>REALISE THERE IS
</b><b>NOT ENOUGH ROOM
</b><b>FOR ANOTHER
</b><b>PERSON AT THE TABLE.
</b><b>SMYSLOV OFFERS FLOYD
</b><b>HIS CHAIR
</b><b>AND BORROWS
</b><b>ANOTHER FROM A NEARBY TABLE
</b>
<b>					    SYMYSLOV
</b>					    What would you like to drink?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Oh, I really don't have time
					    for a drink. If it's all right
					    I'll just sit for a minute and
					    then I've got to be off.

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Are you quite sure?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes, really, thank you very
					    much.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Well... How's your lovely
					    wife?

12/7/65										  b29 

<b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    She's wonderful.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    And your charming little daughter?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Oh, she's growing up very fast.
					    As a matter of fact, she's six
					    tomorrow.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Oh, that's such a delightful age.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    How is gregor?

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    He's fine. But I'm afraid we
					    don't get a chance to see each
					    other very much these days.

<b>POLITE LAUGHTER
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Well, where are all of you off
					    to?

12/7/65										  b30 

<b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Actually, we're on our way back
					    from the moon. We've just
					    spent three months calibrating
					    the new antenna at Tchalinko.
					    And what about you?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Well, as it happens, I'm on
					    my way up to the moon

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Are you, by any chance, going
					    up to your base at Clavius?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes,as a matter of fact, I am.

<b>THE RUSSIANS
</b><b>EXCHANGE
</b><b>SIGNIFICANT
</b><b>GLANCES
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Is there any particular reason
					    why you ask?

12/7/65										  b31 

<b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    (pleasantly)  Well, Dr. Floyd,
					    I hope that you don't think I'm
					    too inquisitive, but perhaps
					    you can clear up the mystery
					    about what's been going on up
					    there.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I'm sorry, but I'm not sure
					    I know what you mean.

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Well, it's just for the past
					    two weeks there have been
					    some extremely odd things
					    happening at Clavius.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Really?

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Yes. Well, for one thing,
					    whenever you phone the base,
					    all you can get is a recording
					    which repeats that the phone
					    lines are temporarily out of
					    order.

12/7/65										  b32 

<b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Well, I suppose they've been
					    having a bit of trouble with
					    some of the equipment.

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Yes, well at first we thought
					    that was the explanation, but
					    it's been going on for the past
					    ten days.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    You mean you haven't been able
					    to get anyone at the base for ten
					    days?

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    That's right.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I see.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Another thing, Heywood, two
					    days ago, one of our rocket
					    buses was denied permission
					    for an emergency landing at
					    Clavius.

12/7/65										  b33 

<b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    How did they manage to do that
					    without any communication?

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Clavius Control came on the
					    air just long enough to transmit
					    their refusal.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Well, that does sound very odd.

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Yes, and I'm afaid there's
					    going to be a bit of a row about
					    it. Denying the men permission
					    to land was a direct violation of
					    the I.A.S. convention.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Yes... Well, I hope the crew
					    got back safely.

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Fortunately, they did.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Well, I'm glad about that.

12/7/65										  b33a 

<b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>THE RUSSIANS EXCHANGE
</b><b>MORE GLANCES. ONE OF
</b><b>THE WOMEN OFFERS
</b><b>AROUND A PILL BOX.
</b><b>ELENA AND ANOTHER
</b><b>RUSSIAN TAKE ONE AND
</b><b>THE THIRD RUSSIAN
</b><b>DELCINES.
</b>
<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Dr. Floyd, at the risk of pressing
					    you on a point you seem reticent
					    to discuss, may I ask you a
					    straightforward question?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Certainly.

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    Quite frankly, we have had some
					    very reliable intelligence reports
					    that a quite serious epidemic
					    has broken out at Clavius.
					    Something, apperently, of an
					    unknown origin. Is this, in
					    fact, what has happened?

<b>A LONG, AWKWARD
</b><b>PAUSE
</b>
12/7/65										  b33b 
<b> 
</b><b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I'm sorry, Dr. Smyslov, but
					    I'm really not at liberty to
					    discuss this.

<b>					    SMYSLOV
</b>					    This epidemic could easily
					    spread to our base, Dr. Floyd.
					    We should be given all the
					    facts.

<b>LONG PAUSE
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Dr. Smyslov... I'm not
					    permitted to discuss this.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Are you sure you won't change
					    your mind about a drink?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    No, thank you... and I'm
					    afraid now I really must be
					    going.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Well, I hope that you and your
					    wife can come to the I.A.C.
					    conference in June.

12/7/65										  b33c 
<b> 
</b><b>B20
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    We're trying to get there. I
					    hope we can.

<b>					    ELENA
</b>					    Well, Gregor and I will look
					    forward to seeing you.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Thank you. It's been a great
					    pleasure to meet all of you...
					    Dr. Smyslov.

<b>THE RUSSIANS ALL
</b><b>RISE AND THERE
</b><b>ARE AD-LIBS OF
</b><b>COURTESY
</b>
<b>FLOYD SHAKES HANDS
</b><b>AND EXITS
</b>
<b>THE RUSSIANS EXCHANGE
</b><b>A FEW SERIOUS PARA-
</b><b>GRAPHES IN RUSSIAN
</b>
12/7/65										  b33d	  
<b> 
</b><b>B21
</b>
<b>ARIES-IB IN SPACE.
</b><b>EARTH MUCH SMALLER
</b><b>THAN AS SEEN FROM
</b><b>SPACE STATION
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    The Aries-IB has become the
					    standard Space-Station-to-Lunar
					    surface vehicle. It was powered
					    by low-thrust plasma jets which
					    would continue the mild acceler-
					    ation for fifteen minutes. Then
					    the ship would break the bonds of
					    gravity and be a free and indepen-
					    dent planet, circling the Sun in an
					    orbit of its own.

10/4/65										  b34 
<b> 
</b>B21a

<b>ARIES PASSENGER AREA.
</b><b>FLOYD IS ASLEEP, STRETCHED
</b><b>OUT IN THE CHAIR, COVERED
</b><b>WITH BLANKETS WHICH ARE
</b><b>HELD SECURE BY STRAPS
</b>
<b>A STEWARDESS SITS AT THE
</b><b>OTHER SIDE OF THE CABIN,
</b><b>WATCHING A KARATE
</b><b>EXHIBITION BETWEEN TWO
</b><b>WOMEN ON TELEVISION
</b>
<b>THE ELEVATOR ENTRANCE
</b><b>DOOR OPENS AND THE
</b><b>SECOND STEWARDESS ENTERS
</b><b>CARRYING A TRAY OF FOOD
</b>
<b>SHE BRINGS IT TO THE OTHER
</b><b>STEWARDESS
</b>
<b>					    STEWARDESS ONE
</b>					    Oh, thank you very much.

<b>					    STEWARDESS TWO
</b>					    I see he's still asleep.

<b>					    STEWARDESS ONE
</b>					    Yes. He hasn't moved since we
					    left.

<b>STEWARDESS TWO EXITS,
</b><b>INTO ELEVATOR
</b>
12/6/65										  b34a 
<b> 
</b>B21b

<b>ARIES GALLEY AREA.
</b><b>STEWARDESS EXITS FROM
</b><b>ELEVATOR, GOES TO
</b><b>KITCHEN SECTION, REMOVES
</b><b>TWO TRAYS, WALKS UP TO
</b><b>THE SIDE OF THE WALL AND
</b><b>ENTERS PILOT'S
</b><b>COMPARTMENT
</b>
12/6/65										  b34b 
<b> 
</b><b>B22
</b><b>ARIES-IB COCKPIT.
</b><b>PILOT, CO-PILOT.
</b>
<b>STEWARDESS ENTERS,
</b><b>CARRYING FOOD
</b>
<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Oh, thank you very much.

<b>					    CO-PILOT
</b>					    Thank you.

<b>STEWARDESS SMILES.
</b>
<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    (sighs)  Well, how's it going
					    back there?

<b>					    STEWARDESS
</b>					    Fine. Very quiet. He's been
					    asleep since we left.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well, no one can say that he's not
					    enjoying the wonders of Space.

<b>					    CO-PILOT
</b>					    Well, whatever's going on up there,
					    he's going to arrive fresh and ready
					    to go.

12/14/65										 b35 
<b> 
</b><b>B22
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    I wonder what really IS going on
					    up there?

<b>					    CO-PILOT
</b>					    Well, I've heard more and more
					    people talk of an epidemic.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    I suppose it was bound to happen
					    sooner or later.

<b>					    CO-PILOT
</b>					    Berkeley told me that they think
					    it came from contamination on a
					    returning Mars flight.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Yes, well, whatever it is, they're
					    certainly not fooling around. This
					    is the first flight they allowed
					    in for more than a week.

<b>					    CO-PILOT
</b>					    I was working out what this trip
					    must cost, taking him up there
					    by himself and coming back empty.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    I'll bet it's a fortune.

12/14/65										 b36	  
<b> 
</b><b>B22
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    CO-PILOT
</b>					    Well, at ten thousand dollars a
					    ticket, it comes to the better part
					    of six hundred thousand dollars.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well, as soon as he wakes up,
					    I'm going to go back and talk to
					    him. I must say, I'd like to
					    find out what's going on.

12/14/65										 b36a 
<b> 
</b><b>B23
</b><b>ARIES-IB IN SPACE.
</b><b>MOON VERY LARGE.
</b>
10/4/65										  b37 
<b> 
</b><b>B24
</b><b>ARIES-IB PASSENGER
</b><b>AREA. FLOYD FINISHING
</b><b>BREAKFAST.
</b>
<b>PILOT ENTERS.
</b>
<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well, good afternoon, Dr. Floyd.
					    Did you have a good rest?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Oh, marvellous. It's the first
					    real sleep I've had for the past
					    two days.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    There's nothing like weightless
					    sleep for a complete rest.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    When do we arrive at Clavius?

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    We're scheduled to dock in about
					    seven hours. Is there anything
					    we can do for you?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Oh, no, thank you. The two
					    girls have taken wonderful care
					    of me. I'm just fine.

12/14/65										 b38  

<b>B24
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well, if there is anything that you
					    wnat, just give a holler.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Thank you.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Incidentally, Dr. Floyd, I wonder
					    if I can have a word with you about
					    the security arrangements?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    What do you mean?

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well... the crew is confined to
					    the ship when we land at Clavius.
					    We have to stay inside for the
					    time it take to refit - about
					    twenty-four hours. And then
					    we're going to back empty.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I see.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    I take it this is something to do
					    with the trouble they're having
					    up at Clavius?

12/14/65										 b39 

<b>B24
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I'm afraid that's out of my depart-
					    ment, Captain.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well, I'll tell you why I ask. You
					    see, I've got a girl who works in
					    the Auditing Department of the
					    Territorial Administrator and I
					    haven't been able to get her on
					    the phone for the past week or so,
					    and with all these stories one
					    hears, I'm a little concerned
					    about her.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I see. Well, I'm sorry about that.
					    I wouldn't think there's any cause
					    for alarm.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Yes, well, I wouldn't have been
					    too concerned about it, except
					    I've heard these stories about the
					    epidemic and, as a matter of fact,
					    I've heard that ten people have
					    died already.

12/14/65										 b40 

<b>B24
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    I wish I could be more helpful,
					    Captain, but as I've said, I don't
					    think there's any cause for
					    alarm.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well, fine. Thanks very much,
					    anyway, and I hope you don't
					    mind me asking?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    No, of course, Captain, I can
					    understand your concern.

<b>					    PILOT
</b>					    Well, thank you very much, and
					    please let us know if there is
					    anything we can do to make your
					    trip more comfortable.

12/14/65										 b40a 

<b>B25
</b><b>ARIES-IB CLOSER TO MOON
</b>
10/4/65										  b41	 

<b>B26
</b><b>FLOYD GOES TO ARIES-IB
</b><b>WASHROOM AND LOOKS AT
</b><b>THE VERY LONG LIST OF
</b><b>COMPLICATED INSTRUCTIONS
</b>
10/4/65										  b42 

<b>B27
</b><b>ARIES-IB CLOSER TO MOON
</b>
<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
10/4/65										  b43 

<b>B28
</b><b>FLOYD VISITING ARIES-IB
</b><b>COCKPIT. WEIGHTLESS
</b><b>TRICK ENTRANCE.
</b>
10/4/65										  b44	 

<b>B29
</b><b>ARIES-IB ORBITING MOON.
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    The laws of Earthly aesthetics did
					    not apply here, this world had been
					    shaped and molded by other than
					    terrestrial forces, operating over
					    aeons of time unknown to the young,
					    verdant Earth, with its fleeting
					    Ice-Ages, its swiftly rising and
					    falling seas, its mountain ranges
					    dissolving like mists before the
					    dawn. Here was age inconceivable
					    - but not death, for the Moon had
					    never lived until now.

10/4/65										  b45 

<b>B30
</b><b>ARIES-IB COCKPIT - THE
</b><b>CREW AND DOCKING
</b><b>CONTROL PEOPLE ON THE
</b><b>MOON GO THROUGH THEIR
</b><b>DOCKING ROUTINE. THIS
</b><b>HAS THE RITUALISTIC TONE
</b><b>AND CADENCE OF PRESENT-
</b><b>DAY JET LANDING
</b><b>PROCEDURE. WE ONLY HEAR
</b><b>DOCKING CONTROL.
</b>
10/4/65										  b46 

<b>B31
</b><b>ARIES-IB DECENDING.
</b><b>SEE AIR VIEW OF BASE.
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    The Base at Clavius was the first
					    American Lunar Settlement that
					    could, in an emergency, be
					    entirely self-supporting.

<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    Water and all the necessities of
					    life for its eleven hundred men,
					    women and children were produced
					    from the Lunar rocks, after they
					    had been crushed, heated and
					    chemically processed.

10/4/65										  b47 

<b>B32
</b><b>A GROUND BUS NUZZLES UP
</b><b>TO COUPLING SECTION OF
</b><b>ARIES-IB
</b>
10/4/65										  b48	 

<b>B33
</b><b>INSIDE GREAT AIRLOCK
</b><b>ENTRANCE. GROUND BUS
</b><b>PULLS IN. GIANT DOORS
</b><b>CLOSE BEHIND IT.
</b>
10/4/65										  b49	 

<b>B34
</b><b>INSIDE SECOND AIRLOCK.
</b><b>DOORS OPEN AFTER OUT-
</b><b>SIDE SECTION DOORS ARE
</b><b>CLOSED. GROUND BUS
</b><b>PULLS IN. DOORS CLOSE
</b><b>BEHIND IT. SEE PEOPLE
</b><b>WAITING IN GLASSED-IN
</b><b>SECTION WAITING FOR
</b><b>SECOND AIRLOCK DOORS
</b><b>TO CLOSE.
</b>
10/4/65										  b50 

<b>B35
</b><b>LOW GRAVITY
</b><b>GYMNASIUM TRICK
</b><b>WITH CHILDREN.
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    One of the attractions of life on the
					    Moon was undoubtedly the low
					    gravity which produced a sense
					    of general well-being.

10/4/65										  b51 

<b>B36
</b><b>CHILDREN IN SCHOOL.
</b><b>TEACHER SHOWING THEM
</b><b>VIEWS OF EARTH AND MAP
</b><b>OF EARTH.
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    The personnel of the Base and their
					    children were the forerunners of new
					    nations, new cultures that would
					    ultimately spread out across the
					    solar system. They no longer
					    thought of Earth as home. The
					    time was fast approaching when
					    Earth, like all mothers, must say
					    farewell to her children.

<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
10/5/65										  b52 

<b>B37
</b><b>LARGE CENTRAL
</b><b>RECEPTION AREA. DOORS
</b><b>BRANCHING OFF TO DIFF-
</b><b>RENT MAIN HALLS. SMALL
</b><b>POND WITH PLASTIC WHITE
</b><b>SWAN AND A BIT OF GRASS.
</b><b>A FEW BENCHES WITH THREE
</b><b>WOMEN AND THEIR CHILDREN
</b><b>HAVING OUTING.
</b>
<b>FLOYD AND WELCOMING
</b><b>PARTY WALK THROUGH
</b><b>AFTER EXITING ELEVATOR.
</b><b>HALVERSON, MICHAELS
</b><b>AND FIVE OTHERS.
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    (voice echoing)  I must congratulate
					    you Halvorsen. you've done wonder-
					    ful things with the decor since the
					    last time I was here.

<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    (voice echoing)  Well... thank you,
					    Dr. Floyd. We try to make the
					    environment as earthlike as possible.

<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
10/5/65										  b53 

<b>B38
</b><b>LOW CEILING CONFERENCE
</b><b>ROOM, "U" SHAPED TABLE
</b><b>FACING THREE PROJECTION
</b><b>SCREENS. SEATED AROUND
</b><b>THE TABLE ARE TWENTY
</b><b>SENIOR BASE PERSONNEL.
</b>
<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    Ladies and gentlemen, I should
					    like to introduce Dr. Heywood
					    Floyd, a distinguished member
					    of the National Council of
					    Astronautics. He has just
					    completed a special flight here
					    from Earth to be with us, and
					    before the briefing he would
					    like to say a few words. Dr.
					    Floyd.

<b>POLITE APPLAUSE. FLOYD
</b><b>WALKS TO FRONT OF ROOM.
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    First of all, I bring a personal
					    message from Dr. Howell, who
					    has asked me to convey his
					    deepest appreciation to all of
					    you for the personal sacrifices
					    you have made, and of course
					    his congratulations on your
					    discovery which may well prove
					    to be among the most significant
					    in the history of science.

<b>POLITE APPLAUSE.
</b>
11/25/65										 b54 

<b>B38
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    FLOYD (cont'd)
					    Mr. Halvorsen has made known
					    to me some of the conflicting
					    views held by many of you
					    regarding the need for complete
					    security in this matter, and
					    more specifically your strong
					    opposition to the cover story
					    created to give the impression
					    there is an epidemic at the Base.
					    I understand that beyond it being
					    a matter of principle, many of
					    you are troubled by the concern
					    and anxiety this story of an
					    epidemic might cause your
					    relatives and friends on Earth.

					    I can understand and sympathize
					    with your negative views. I have
					    been personally embarrassed by
					    this cover story. But I fully
					    accept the need for absolute
					    secrecy and I hope you will.

					    It should not be difficult for all
					    of you to realise the potential for
					    cutural shock and social
					    disorientation contained in the
					    present situation if the facts
					    were prematurely and suddenly
					    made public without adequate
					    preparation and conditioning.

11/25/65										 b55 

<b>B38
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    This is the view of the Council
					    and the purpose of my visit here
					    is to gather addition facts and
					    opinions on the situation and to
					    prepare a report to the Council
					    recommending when and how the
					    news should eventually be
					    announced. Are there any
					    questions?

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    Dr. Floyd, how long do you think
					    this can be kept under wraps?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    (pleasantly)
					    I'm afraid it can and it will be
					    kept under wraps as long as it
					    is deemed to be necessary by
					    the Council. And of course you
					    know that the Council has requested
					    that formal security oaths are to
					    be obtained in writing from every-
					    one who had any knowledge of this
					    event. There must be adequate
					    time for a full study to be made
					    of the situation before any con-
					    sideration can be given to
					    making a public announcement.

11/25/65										 b56 

<b>B38
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    We will, of course, cooperate
					    in any way possible, Dr. Floyd.

11/25/65										 b56a 

<b>B39
</b><b>SEVERAL SCENIC VIEWS OF
</b><b>MOON ROCKET BUS SKIMMING
</b><b>OVER SURFACE OF MOON.
</b>
10/5/65										  b57 

<b>B40
</b><b>INSIDE ROCKET BUS,
</b><b>FLOYD, HALVORSEN,
</b><b>MICHAELS, FOURTH
</b><b>MAN, PILOT AND
</b><b>CO-PILOT. ALL IN
</b><b>SPACE SUITS MINUS
</b><b>HELMETS.
</b>
<b>FLOYD IS SLOWELY
</b><b>LOOKING THROUGH
</b><b>SOME PHOTOGRAPHS
</b><b>AND MAGNETIC
</b><b>MAPS OF THE AREA.
</b>
<b>HE LOOKS OUT OF
</b><b>THE WINDOW,
</b><b>THOUGHTFULLY.
</b>
11/25/65										 b58 

<b>B40
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>THE PHOTOGRAPHES
</b><b>ARE TAKEN FROM A
</b><b>SATELLITE OF THE
</b><b>MOON'S SURFACE
</b><b>AND HAVE NUMBERED
</b><b>OPTICAL GRID
</b><b>BORDERS, LIKE
</b><b>RECENT MARS
</b><b>PHOTOS.
</b>
<b>A FEW SEATS
</b><b>AWAY, MICHAELS
</b><b>AND HALVORSEN
</b><b>CARRY OUT A VERY
</b><b>BANAL ADMINISTRATIVE
</b><b>CONVERSATION IN LOW
</b><b>TONES. IT SHOULD
</b><b>REVOLVE AROUND
</b><b>SOMETHING UTTERLY
</b><b>IRRELEVANT TO THE
</b><b>PRESENT CIRCUMSTANCES
</b><b>AND VERY MUCH LIKE
</b><b>THE KIND OF DISCUSSION
</b><b>ONE HEARS ALL THE
</b><b>TIME IN OTHER
</b><b>ORGANIZATIONS.
</b>
<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
11/25/65										 b59

<b>B41
</b><b>TMA-1 EXCAVATION.
</b><b>AIR VIEW. ROCKET
</b><b>BUS DESCENDING.
</b>
<b>THERE ARE NO LIGHTS
</b><b>ON THE ACTUAL EXCA-
</b><b>VATION, ONLY THE
</b><b>LANDING STRIP AND
</b><b>THE MONITOR DOME.
</b>
12/14/65										 b60

<b>B42
</b><b>LONG SHOT MONITOR DOMES
</b><b>WITH A BIT OF EXCAVATION
</b><b>IN SHOT. SIX SMALL FIGURES
</b><b>IN SPACE SUITS SLOWLY WALK
</b><b>TOWARD EXCAVATION.
</b>
10/5/65										  b61	 

<b>B43
</b><b>THE PARTY STOPS
</b><b>AT TOP OF TMA-1
</b><b>EXCAVATION.
</b>
<b>A SMALL CONTROL
</b><b>PANEL MOUNTED AT
</b><b>THE HEAD OF THE
</b><b>RAMP. MICHAELS
</b><b>THROWS A SWITCH
</b><b>AND THE EXCAVATION 
</b><b>IS SUDDENLY ILLUMINATED.
</b>
<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    Well, there it is.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Can we go down there closer to
					    it?

<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    Certainly.

12/14/65										 b62	 

<b>B44
</b><b>THEY START DOWN
</b><b>WORKING RAMP
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Does your geology on it still
					    check out?

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    Yes, it does. The sub-surface
					    structure shows that it was
					    deliberately buried about four
					    million years ago.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    How can you tell it was
					    deliberately buried?

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    By the deformation between
					    the mother rock and the fill.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Any clue as to what it is?

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    Not really. It's completely
					    inert. No sound or energy
					    sources have been detected.
					    The surface is made of
					    something incredibly hard
					    and we've been barely able
					    to scratch it. A laser drill

11/25/65										 b63 

<b>B44
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    might do something, but we
					    don't want to be too rough until
					    we know a little more.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    But you don't have any idea as
					    to what it is?

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    Tomb, shine, survey-marker
					    spare part, take your choice.

<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    The only thing about it that we are
					    sure of is that it is the first direct
					    evidence of intelligent life beyond
					    the Earth.

<b>SILENT APPRECIATION
</b>
<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    Four million years ago, something,
					    presumably from the stars, must
					    have swept through the solar
					    system and left this behind.

11/25/65										 b64 

<b>B44
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Was it abandoned, forgotten, left
					    for a purpose?

<b>					    HALVORSEN
</b>					    I suppose we'll never know.

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    The moon would have made an
					    excellent base camp for
					    preliminary Earth surveys.

<b>SOME MORE SILENCE
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Any ideas about the colour?

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    Well, not really. At first glance,
					    black would suggest something
					    sun-powered, but then why would
					    anyone deliberately bury a sun-
					    powered device?

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Has it been exposed to any sun
					    before now?

<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    I don't think it has, but I'd
					    like to check that. Simpson,
					    what's the log on that?

11/25/65										 b65 

<b>B45
</b><b>INSIDE MONITOR DOME
</b><b>WE SEE A NUMBER OF
</b><b>TELEVISION DISPLAYS
</b><b>INCLUDING SEVERAL TV
</b><b>VIEWS OF FLOYD AND
</b><b>COMPANY IN THE
</b><b>EXCAVATION.
</b>
<b>					    SIMPSON
</b>					    The first surface was exposed at
					    0843 on the 12th April... Let me
					    see... that would have been
					    forty-five minutes after Lunar
					    sun-set. I see here that
					    special lighting equipment had
					    to be brought up before any
					    futher work could be done.

11/25/65										 b66 

<b>B46
</b><b>TMA-1 EXCAVATION
</b>
<b>					    MICHAELS
</b>					    Thank you.

<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    And so this is the first sun that
					    it's had in four million years.

<b>					    PHOTOGRAPHER
</b>					    Excuse me, gentlemen, if you'd
					    all line up on this side of the
					    walkway we'd like to take a few
					    photographes. Dr. Floyd, would
					    you thand in the middle... Dr.
					    Michaels on that side, Mr.
					    Halvorsen on the other....
					    thank you.

<b>THE PHOTOGRAPHER
</b><b>QUICKLY MAKES SOME
</b><b>EXPOSURES
</b>
<b>					    PHOTOGRAPHER
</b>					    Thank you very much gentlemen,
					    I'll have the base photo section
					    send you copies.

<b>AS THE MEN SLOWLY
</b><b>SEPERATE FROM THEIR
</b><b>PICTURE POSE, THERE
</b><b>IS A PIERCINGLY POWERFUL
</b><b>SERIES OF FIVE ELECTRONIC
</b><b>SHRIEKS, EACH LIKE A
</b><b>HIDEOUSLY OVER-LOADED
</b><b>AND DISTORTED TIME SIGNAL.
</b><b>FLOYD INVOLUNTARILY TRIES
</b><b>TO BLOCK HIS EARS WITH HIS
</b><b>SPACESUITED HANDS. THEN
</b><b>COMES MERCIFUL SILENCE.
</b>
11/25/65										 b67 

<b>B47
</b><b>VARIOUS SHOTS OF
</b><b>SPACE MONITORS,
</b><b>ASTEROIDS, THE SUN,
</b><b>PLUTO, MARS.
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    A hundred million miles beyond
					    Mars, in the cold lonliness
					    where no man had yet travelled,
					    Deep-Space-Monitor-79 drifts
					    slowly among the tangled orbits
					    of the asteroids.

<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    Radiation detectors noted and
					    analyzed incoming cosmic rays
					    from the galaxy and points beyond;
					    neutron and x-ray telescopes
					    kept watch on strange stars that
					    no human eye would eever see;
					    magnetometers observed the
					    gusts and hurricanes of the solar
					    winds, as the sun breathed million
					    mile-an-hour blasts of plasma
					    into the faces of its circling
					    children.

<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    All these things and many others
					    were patiently noted by Deep-
					    Space-Monitor-79, and recorded
					    in its crystalline memory.

11/25/65										 b68 

<b>B47
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    But now it had noted something
					    strange - the faint yet
					    unmistakable distrubance rippling
					    across the solar system, and
					    quite unlike any natural phenomena
					    it had ever observed in the past.

<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    It was also observed by Orbiter
					    M-15, circling Mars twice a
					    day; and High Inclination Probe-
					    21, climbing slowly above the
					    planet of the ecliptic; and even
					    artificial Comet-5, heading out
					    into the cold wastes beyond
					    Pluto, along an orbit whose
					    far point it would not reach for
					    a thousand years.

<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    All noticed the peculiar burst of
					    energy that leaped from the face
					    of the Moon and moved across
					    the solar system, throwing off a
					    spray of radiation like the wake of
					    a racing speedboat.

11/25/65										 b69 

<b>B SECTION TIMING
</b>
B1-1f	00.50			B25	00.10  
<b>B2	   00.10			B26	00.20
</b><b>B3	   00.15			B27	00.05
</b>B4	   00.15			B28	Out
<b>B5	   00.20			B29	00.30
</b><b>B6	   00.15			B30	00.30
</b><b>B7	   00.10			B31	00.25
</b><b>B8	   00.15			B32	00.20
</b><b>B9	   00.10			B33	00.20
</b><b>B10	  00.10			B34	00.30
</b><b>B11	  00.15			B35	00.20
</b><b>B12	  00.50			B36	00.20
</b><b>B13	  01.10			B37	00.30
</b><b>B14	  00.35			B38	02.15
</b>B15	  Out			  B39	00.20
B16	  Out			  B40	00.50
<b>B17	  01.15			B41	00.15
</b><b>B18	  00.15			B42	00.10
</b><b>B19	  01.00			B43	00.15
</b><b>B20	  03.55			B44	01.40
</b><b>B21	  00.20			B45	00.20
</b><b>B21A	 00.20			B46	00.40
</b><b>B21B	 00.15			B47	01.25
</b><b>B22	  01.00
</b><b>B23	  00.10
</b><b>B24	  01.30
</b>
<b>B SECTION TOTAL:  28 MIN. 10 SECS.
</b>
<b>TITLE
</b>
<b>					    PART III
</b><b>					    14 MONTHS LATER
</b>
											    b69a

<b>C1
</b><b>DISCOVERY 1,000,000
</b><b>MILES FROM EARTH.
</b><b>SEE EARTH AND MOON
</b><b>SMALL.
</b>
<b>WE SEE A BLINDING
</b><b>FLASH EVERY 5
</b><b>SECONDS FROM ITS
</b><b>NUCLEAR PULSE
</b><b>PROPULSION. IT
</b><b>STRIKES AGAINST
</b><b>THE SHIP'S THICK
</b><b>ABLATIVE TAIL
</b><b>PLATE.
</b>
<b>SEVERAL CUTS OF
</b><b>THIS.
</b>
11/19/65										 c1 

<b>C2
</b><b>ANOTHER CLOSER
</b><b>VIEW OF DISCOVERY.
</b><b>SEE BOWMAN THROUGH
</b><b>COMMAND MODULE
</b><b>WINDOW.
</b>
11/19/65										 c2 

<b>C3
</b><b>BOWMAN INSIDE
</b><b>DISCOVERY COMMAND
</b><b>MODULE. HE IS
</b><b>LOOKING FOR
</b><b>SOMETHING.
</b>
<b>COMPUTER READOUT
</b><b>DISPLAY SHOWING AN
</b><b>EVER-SHIFTING
</b><b>ASSORTMENT OF
</b><b>COLOR-CODED LINEAR
</b><b>PROJECTIONS.
</b>
<b>WE SEE POOLE IN
</b><b>BACKGROUND IN
</b><b>COMPUTER BRAIN
</b><b>CENTRE AREA.
</b><b>AFTER A FEW
</b><b>SECONDS HE EXITS.
</b>
<b>THE ELAPSED
</b><b>MISSION TIMER
</b><b>READS "DAY 003,
</b><b>HOUR 14, MINUTE
</b><b>32, SECOND 10."
</b>
11/19/65										 c3 

<b>C4
</b><b>BOWMAN EXITS TO
</b><b>ACCESS-LINK AIRLOCK.
</b><b>BRIGHT COLOR-CODED
</b><b>DOORS LEAD TO
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE AND POD
</b><b>BAY. LARGE ILLUMUN-
</b><b>ATED PRINTED WARNINGS
</b><b>AND INSTRUCTIONS
</b><b>GOVERNING LINK
</b><b>OPERATIONS ARE SEEN.
</b>
<b>HE PRESSES NECESSARY
</b><b>BUTTONS TO OPERATE
</b><b>AIRLOCK DOOR TO
</b><b>POD BAY.
</b>
11/19/65										 c4 

<b>C5
</b><b>BOWMAN ENTERS POD
</b><b>BAY AND CONTINUES
</b><b>HIS SEARCH. SUDDENLY
</b><b>HE FINDS IT - HIS
</b><b>ELECTRONIC NEWSPAD.
</b>
<b>HE EXITS POD BAY.
</b>
11/19/65										 c5 

<b>C6
</b><b>IN THE AIRLOCK-
</b><b>LINK BOWMAN
</b><b>OPERATES BUTTONS
</b><b>TO OPEN DOOR
</b><b>MARKED "CENTRIFUGE".
</b>
11/19/65										 c6	 

<b>C7
</b><b>INSIDE THE
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE HUB
</b><b>BOWMAN MOVES TO
</b><b>THE
</b>
<b>ENTRY PORT
</b><b>CONTROL PANEL
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Hi. Frank... coming in, please.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Right. Just a sec.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Okay. (pause)

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Okay, come on down.

<b>WE SEE THE
</b><b>ROTATING HUB
</b><b>COLLAR AT THE
</b><b>END. BEHIND IT
</b><b>WE SEE
</b>
11/19/65										 c7 

<b>C8
</b><b>THE CENTRIFUGE
</b><b>TV-DISPLAY SHOWING
</b><b>SLEEPERS AND POOLE
</b><b>SLOWLY ROTATING BY.
</b>
<b>POOLE SECURES SOME
</b><b>LOOSE GEAR.
</b>
<b>POOLE LOOKS UP TO
</b><b>TV MONITOR LENS
</b><b>AND WAVES.
</b>
11/19/65										 c8 

<b>C9
</b><b>BOWMAN AT PANEL.
</b><b>STOPS ROTATION
</b><b>AND MOVES TO
</b><b>ENTRY PORT.
</b>
<b>WHEN ROTATION
</b><b>STOPS WE SEE A SIGN
</b><b>LIGHTS UP "WEIGHTLESS
</b><b>CONDITION".
</b>
<b>AS BOWMAN DISAPPEARS
</b><b>DOWN ENTRY PORT WE
</b><b>SEE HIM ON
</b>
<b>TV-MONITOR, DESCENDING
</b><b>LADDER. AT THE BASE
</b><b>OF THE LADDER HE KEYS
</b><b>THE CENTRIFUGE
</b><b>OPERATION PANEL.
</b><b>WE SEE TV-PICTURE
</b><b>START TO ROTATE
</b><b>AGAIN. "WEIGHTLESS
</b><b>CONDITION" SIGN GOES
</b><b>OUT.
</b>
11/19/65										 c9 

<b>C10
</b><b>INSIDE CENTRIFUGE
</b><b>BOWMAN MAKES 180 DEGREE
</b><b>WALK TO POOLE.
</b><b>ON WAY HE PASSES
</b><b>THE SLEEPERS.
</b>
<b>WE GET A GOOD
</b><b>LOOK AT THE THREE
</b><b>MEN IN THEIR
</b><b>HIBERNACULUMS.
</b>
<b>POOLE IS SEATED
</b><b>AT A TABLE READING
</b><b>HIS ELECTRONIC
</b><b>NEWSPAD.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    (softly) Hi... How's it
					    going?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    (absent but friendly)  Great.

<b>BOWMAN OPERATES
</b><b>ARTIFICIAL FOOD
</b><b>UNIT, TAKES HIS TRAY
</b><b>AND SITS DOWN. KEYS
</b><b>ON HIS ELECTRONIC
</b><b>NEWSPAD AND BEGINS
</b><b>TO EAT. BOTH MEN
</b><b>EAT IN A FRIENDLY
</b><b>AND RELAXED SILENCE.
</b>
11/19/65										 c10 

<b>C11
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE,
</b><b>STILL NUCLEAR
</b><b>PULSING. EARTH
</b><b>AND MOON CAN BE
</b><b>SEEN IN BACKGROUND.
</b>
<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
11/19/65										 c11 

<b>C12
</b><b>POOLE IS FINISHED.
</b>
<b>BOWMAN IS STILL
</b><b>READING AND
</b><b>WORKING ON HIS
</b><b>DESSERT.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Dave, if you've a minute, I'd like
					    your advice on something.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Sure, what is it?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Well, it's nothing really important,
					    but it's annoying.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    What's up?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    It's about my salary cheques.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Well I got the papers on my
					    official up-grading to AGS-19
					    two weeks before we left.

12/14/65										 c12 

<b>C12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes, I remember you mentioning it.
					    I got mine about the same time.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    That's right. Well, naturally,
					    I didn't say anything to Payroll.
					    I assumed they'd start paying me
					    at the higher grade on the next pay
					    cheque. But it's been almost
					    three weeks now and I'm still
					    being paid as an AGS-18.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Interesting that you mention it,
					    because I've got the same problem.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Really.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Yesterday, I finally called the
					    Accounting Office at Mission
					    Control, and all they could tell me
					    was that they'd received the AGS-19
					    notification for the other three but
					    not mine, and apparently not yours
					    either.

12/14/65										 c13 

<b>C12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Did they have any explanation for
					    this?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Not really. They just said it might
					    be because we trained at Houston and
					    they trained in Marshall, and that
					    we're being charged against differ-
					    ent accounting offices.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    It's possible.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Well, what do you think we ought
					    to do about it?

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I don't think we should make any
					    fuss about it yet. I'm sure they'll
					    straighten it out.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I must say, I never did understand
					    why they split us into two groups
					    for training.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    No. I never did, either.

12/14/65										 c14 

<b>C12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    We spent so little time with them,
					    I have trouble keeping their names
					    straight.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I suppose the idea was specialized
					    training.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I suppose so. Though, of course,
					    there's a more sinister explanation.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Oh?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Yes. You must have heard the
					    rumour that went around during
					    orbital check-out.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    No, as a matter of fact, I didn't.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Oh, well, apparently there's
					    something about the mission that
					    the sleeping beauties know that
					    we don't know, and that's why we
					    were trained separately and
					    that's why they were put to sleep
					    before they were even taken aboard.

12/14/65										 c15 

<b>C12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, what is it?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I don't know. All I heard is that
					    there's something about the
					    mission we weren't told.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    That seems very unlikely.

<b>					    POOLE 
</b>					    Yes, I thought so.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Of course, it would be very easy
					    for us to find out now.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    How?

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Just ask Hal. It's conceivable
					    they might keep something from
					    us, but they'd never keep anything
					    from Hal.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    That's true.

12/14/65										 c15a 

<b>C12						   
</b><b>CONINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    (sighs)  Well... it's silly, but...
					    if you want to, why don't you?

<b>POOLE WALKS TO THE
</b><b>HAL 9000 COMPUTER
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal... Dave and I believe that
					    there's something about the
					    mission that we weren't told.
					    Something that the rest of the
					    crew know and that you know.
					    We'd like to know whether this
					    is true.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I'm sorry, Frank, but I don't
					    think I can answer that question
					    without knowing everything that
					    all of you know.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    He's got a point.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Okay, then how do we re-phrase
					    the question?

12/14/65										 c15c	  

<b>C12 
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Still, you really don't believe it,
					    do you?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Not really. Though, it is strange
					    when you think about it. It didn't
					    really make any sense to keep
					    us apart during training.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes, but it's to fantastic to think
					    that they'd keep something from us.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I know. It would be almost
					    inconceivable.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    But not completely inconceivable?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I suppose it isn't logically impossible.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I guess it isn't.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Still, all we have to do is ask Hal.

12/14/65										 c15b
<b> 
</b><b>C12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, the only important aspect of
					    the mission are: where are we
					    going, what will we do when we
					    get there, when are we coming
					    back, and... why are we going?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Right. Hal, tell me whether the
					    following statements are true or
					    false.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I will if I can, Frank.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Our Mission Profile calls for
					    Discovery going to Saturn.
					    True or false?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    True.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Our transit time is 257 days. Is
					    that true?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    That's true.

12/14/65										 c15d
<b> 
</b><b>C12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    At the end of a hundred days of
					    exploration, we will all go into 
					    hibernation. Is this true?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    That's true.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Approximately five years after we
					    go into hibernation, the recovery
					    vehicle will make rendezous with
					    us and bring us back. Is this true?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    That's true

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    There is no other purpose for this
					    mission than to carry out a
					    continuation of the space program,
					    and to further our general
					    knowledge of the planets. Is that
					    true?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    That's true.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Thank you very much, Hal.

12/14/65										 c15e
<b> 
</b><b>C12
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I hope I've been able to be of
					    some help.

<b>BOTH MEN LOOK AT
</b><b>EACH OTHER RATHER
</b><b>SHEEPISHLY.
</b>
12/14/65										 c15f
<b> 
</b><b>C13
</b>
<b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE.
</b><b>PULSING ALONG.
</b><b>EARTH AND MOON.
</b>
11/19/65										 c16
<b> 
</b><b>C14
</b><b>DELETED
</b>
<b>C15
</b><b>DELETED
</b>
<b>C15
</b><b>DELETED
</b>
<b>C16
</b><b>DELETED
</b>
PAGES c17 - c41 DELETED
<b> 
</b><b>C17
</b>
<b>DOCUMENTARY SEQUENCE
</b><b>ILLUSTRATING THE
</b><b>FOLLOWING ACTIVITIES.
</b>
<b>SPLIT SCREEN TECHNIQUE
</b><b>AND SUPERIMPOSED CLOCK
</b><b>TO GIVE SENSE OF
</b><b>SIMULTANEOUS ACTION AND
</b><b>THE FEELING OF A TYPICAL
</b><b>DAY.
</b>
<b>IN THE COURSE OF THESE
</b><b>ACTIVITIES WE SHALL SEE
</b><b>THE COMPUTER USED IN
</b><b>ALL OF ITS FUNCTIONS.
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    Bowman and Poole settled down
					    to the peaeful monotony of the
					    voyage, and the next three months
					    passed without incident.

11/24/65										 c42
<b> 
</b><b>C17
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>BOWMAN				   TIME				 POOLE
</b>
a1								  b1
<b>TV NEWS - MORNING		  0800				 WAKES UP
</b>
a2								  b2
<b>BEDTIME SNACK			 0900				 BREAKFAST
</b>
a3								  b3
<b>TO SLEEP WITH			 1000				 GYMNASIUM
</b><b>INSTANT ELECTRO-
</b><b>NARCOSIS AND EAR
</b><b>PLUGS.
</b>
a4								  b4
<b>SLEEP				    1100				 SHIP INSPECTION
</b>
a5								  b5
<b>SLEEP				    1200				 HOUSEHOLD DUTIES
</b>
a6								  b6
<b>SLEEP				    1300				 LUNCH
</b>
11/24/65										 c43
<b> 
</b><b>C17
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>BOWMAN				   TIME				 POOLE
</b>
a7								  b7
<b>SLEEP				    1400				 EXPERIMENTS AND
</b><b>								    ASTRONOMY
</b>
a8								  b8
<b>SLEEP				    1500				 EXPERIMENTS AND
</b><b>								    ASTRONOMY
</b>
a9								  b9
<b>SLEEP				    1600				 RECREATION
</b>
a10								 b10
<b>SLEEP				    1700				 RECREATION
</b>
a11								 b11
<b>WAKES UP				 1800				 GYMNASIUM
</b>
a12								 b12
<b>BREAKFAST				1900				 DINNER
</b>
11/24/65										 c44

<b>C17
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>BOWMAN				   TIME				 POOLE
</b>
a13								 b13
<b>GYMNASIUM				2000				 TV NEWS - EVENING
</b><b>								    PAPERS
</b>
a14								 b14
<b>MISSION CONTROL		    2100				 MISSION CONTROL
</b><b>REPORT							   REPORT
</b>
a15								 b15
<b>FAMILY AND SOCIAL		  2200				 FAMILY AND SOCIAL
</b><b>TV CHAT							  TV CHAT
</b>
a16								 b16
<b>FILMS				    2300				 FILMS
</b>
a17								 b17
<b>LUNCH				    2400				 BEDTIME SNACK
</b>
a18								 b18
<b>INSPECTION			    0100				 INSTANT ELECTRO-
</b><b>								    NARCOSIS SLEEP
</b>
11/24/65										 c45
<b> 
</b><b>C17
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>BOWMAN				   TIME				 POOLE
</b>
a19								 b19
<b>EXPERIMENTS AND		    0200				 SLEEP
</b><b>ASTRONOMY
</b>
a20								 b20
<b>EXPERIMENTS AND		    0300				 SLEEP
</b>
a21								 b21
<b>RECREATION			    0400				 SLEEP
</b>
a22								 b22
<b>HOUSEHOLD DUTIES		   0500				 SLEEP
</b>
a23								 b23
<b>GYMNASIUM				0600				 SLEEP
</b>
a24								 b24
<b>DINNER				   0700				 SLEEP
</b>
11/24/65							 c46

<b>C18
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE
</b>
11/24/65										 c47
<b> 
</b><b>C19
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>BOWMAN SITTING AT
</b><b>PERSONAL COMMUNI-
</b><b>CATION PANEL. POOLE
</b><b>STANDING NEARBY.
</b>
<b>BOWMAN'S PARENTS
</b><b>ARE SEEN ON THE VISION
</b><b>SCREEN. MOTHER, FATHER
</b><b>AND YOUNGER SISTER.
</b>
<b>THEY ARE ALL SINGING
</b><b>"HAPPY BIRTHDAY". THE
</b><b>PARENTS, POOLE AND HAL.
</b>
<b>THE SONG ENDS.
</b>
<b>					    FATHER
</b>					    Well, David there is a man telling
					    us that we've used up our time.

<b>					    MOTHER
</b>					    David... again we want to wish
					    you a happy Birthday and God speed.
					    We'll talk to you again tomorrow.
					    'Bye, 'bye now.

<b>CHORUS OF
</b><b>"GOODBYES".
</b>
12/13/65										 c48

<b>C19
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>VISION SCREEN GOES
</b><b>BLANK
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Sorry to interrupt the festivities,
					    Dave, but I think we've got a 
					    problem.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    What is it, Hal?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    MY F.P.C. shows an impending
					    failure of the antenna orientation
					    unit.

<b>C20
</b><b>TV DISPLAYS DIAGRAM
</b><b>OF SKELETONISED
</b><b>PICTURE OF SHIP.
</b>
<b>12/13/65										 C49
</b><b> 
</b><b>C21
</b><b>PICTURE CHANGES TO
</b><b>CLOSER SECTIONALISED
</b><b>VIEW OF SHIP.
</b>
<b>C22
</b><b>PICTURE CHANGES TO
</b><b>ACTUAL COMPONENT
</b><b>IN COLOUR RELIEF AND
</b><b>ITS WAREHOUSE NUMBER
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    The A.O. unit should be replaced
					    within the next seventy-two hours.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Right. Let me see the antenna
					    alignment display, please.

<b>C23
</b><b>TV DISPLAY OF EARTH
</b><b>VERY SMALL IN CROSS-
</b><b>HAIRS OF A GRID PICTURE.
</b>
12/13/65										 c50

<b>C24
</b><b>CUT TO EXTERIOR VIEW
</b><b>OF THE BIG DISH ANTENNA
</b><b>AND EARTH ALIGNMENT
</b><b>TELESCOPE.
</b>
<b>C25
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    The unit is still operational, Dave.
					    but it will fail within seventy-two
					    hours.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I understand Hal. We'll take care
					    of it. Please, let me have the hard
					    copy.

<b>XEROXED DIAGRAMS
</b><b>COME OUT OF A SLOT.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Strange that the A.O. unit should
					    go so quickly.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, I suppose it's lucky that
					    that's the only trouble we've had
					    so far.

12/13/65										 c50a
<b> 
</b><b>C26
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE.
</b><b>NOT PLANETS VISIBLE.
</b>
<b>SHOTS OF ANTENNA.
</b>
<b>(NARRARTION TO
</b><b>EXPLAIN TENOUS
</b><b>AND ESSENTIAL LINK
</b><b>TO EARTH. ALSO,
</b><b>WHAT TRACKING 
</b><b>TELESCOPE DOES.)
</b>
12/13/65										 c51

<b>C27
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>WE SEE BOWMAN AND
</b><b>POOLE GO TO A CUPBOARD
</b><b>LABELLED IN PAPER TAPE,
</b><b>"RANDOM DECISION
</b><b>MAKER."
</b>
<b>THEY REMOVED A SILVER
</b><b>DOLLAR IN A PROTECTIVE
</b><b>CASE.
</b>
<b>POOLE FLIPS THE COIN.
</b><b>BOWMAN CALLS "HEAD."
</b>
<b>IT IS TAILS. POOLE
</b><b>WINS.
</b>
<b>POOLE LOOKS PLEASED.
</b>
12/13/65										 c52
									    (c53 DELETED)
<b> 
</b><b>C28
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE
</b>
11/24/65										 c54

<b>C29
</b><b>POD BAY. POOLE
</b><b>IN SPACE SUIT DOING
</b><b>PRELIMINARY CHECK
</b><b>OUT.
</b>
<b>C30
</b><b>COMMAND MODULE.
</b><b>BOWMAN AT FLIGHT
</b><b>CONTROL. SEE TV
</b><b>PICTURE OF POOLE
</b><b>IN POD BAY.
</b>
<b>C31
</b><b>HAL'S POD BAY
</b><b>CONSOLE WITH EYE.
</b>
<b>C32
</b><b>POOLE GOES TO POD
</b><b>BAY WAREHOUSE
</b><b>SECTION AND OBTAINS
</b><b>COMPONENT. HE
</b><b>CARRIES IT BACK TO
</b><b>THE POD AND PLACES
</b><b>IT IN FRONT OF THE
</b><b>FLOOR.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal, have pod arms secure the
					    component.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Roger.

12/13/65										 c55
<b> 
</b><b>C32
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>SEE POD ARMS
</b><b>SECURE COMPONENT.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal, please rotate Pod Number
					    Two.

<b>SEE THE CENTRE POD
</b><b>ROTATE TO FACE THE
</b><b>POD BAY DOORS.
</b>
<b>POOLE ENTERS POD.
</b>
<b>INSIDE POD, HE DOES
</b><b>INITIAL PRE-FLIGHT
</b><b>CHECK, TRIES BUTTONS
</b><b>AND CONTROLS.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    How do you read me, Dave?

12/13/65										 c56

<b>C33
</b><b>BOWMAN IN COMMAND
</b><b>MODULE.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Five by five, Frank.

<b>C34
</b><b>INSIDE POD.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    How do you read me, Hal?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Five by five, Frank.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal, I'm going out now to replace
					    the A.O. unit.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I understand.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal, maintain normal E.V.A.
					    condition.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Roger.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal, check all airlock doors secure.

12/13/65										 c57
<b> 
</b><b>C34
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    All airlock doors are secure.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Decompress Pod Bay.

<b>SEE BIG POD BAY AIR
</b><b>PUMPS AT WORK.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Pod Bay is decompressed. All
					    doors are secure. You are free
					    to open pod bay doors.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Opening pod bay doors.

<b>INSIDE POD, POOLE
</b><b>KEYS OPEN POD BAY
</b><b>DOORS.
</b>
12/13/65										 c58

<b>C34
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>POD SLOWLY EDGES
</b><b>OUT OF POD BAY.
</b>
<b>C35
</b><b>POOLE MANOEUVRES
</b><b>THE POD CAREFULLY
</b><b>AWAY FROM DISCOVERY.
</b>
<b>C36
</b><b>INSIDE COMMAND 
</b><b>MODULE, BOWMAN
</b><b>CAN SEE TINY POD
</b><b>MANOEUVRING
</b><b>DIRECTLY IN FRONT.
</b>
<b>C37
</b><b>POOLE SEE BOWMAN
</b><b>IN COMMAND MODULE
</b><b>WINDOW.
</b>
<b>C38
</b><b>POD SLOWLY MANOEVRES
</b><b>TO ANTENNA.
</b>
11/24/65										 c59
<b> 
</b><b>C39
</b><b>POD FASTENS ITSELF
</b><b>MAGNETICALLY TO
</b><b>SIDES OF DISCOVERY
</b><b>AT BASE OF ANTENNA.
</b>
<b>C40
</b><b>SPECIAL MAGNETIC
</b><b>PLATES GRIP
</b><b>DISCOVERY SIDES.
</b>
<b>C41
</b><b>THE POD ARMS WORK
</b><b>TO REMOVE THE FAULTY
</b><b>COMPONENT.
</b>
<b>C42
</b><b>EASY FLIP-BOLTS OF
</b><b>A SPECIAL DESIGN
</b><b>FACILITATE JOB.
</b>
<b>C43
</b><b>INSIDE THE POD,
</b><b>POOLE WORKS THE
</b><b>ARMS BY SPECIAL
</b><b>CONTROL.
</b>
11/24/65										 c60

<b>C44
</b><b>IN COMMAND MODULE,
</b><b>BOWMAN SEES INSERT
</b><b>OF WORK TAKEN FROM
</b><b>TV CAMERA POINT-OF-
</b><b>VIEW IN POD HAND.
</b>
<b>C45
</b><b>HAL STANDS BY.
</b>
<b>C46
</b><b>POOLE SECURES THE
</b><b>FAULTY PART IN ONE
</b><b>HAND.
</b>
<b>C47
</b><b>THE NEW COMPONENT
</b><b>IS FITTED INTO PLACE
</b><b>BY THE OTHER THREE
</b><b>HANDS ARE SNAPPED
</b><b>CLOSED WITH THE
</b><b>SPECIALLY DESIGNED
</b><b>FLIP-BOLTS.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal, please acknowledge
					    component correctly installed
					    and fully operational.

11/24/65										 c61
<b> 
</b><b>C47
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    The component is correctly
					    installed and fully operational.

<b>C48
</b><b>THE POD FLOATS AWAY
</b><b>FROM THE DISCOVERY BY
</b><b>SHUTTING OFF THE
</b><b>ELECTRO-MAGNETIC
</b><b>PLATES.
</b>
<b>C49
</b><b>THE POD MANOEUVRES
</b><b>AWAY FROM THE ANTENNA
</b><b>AND OUT IN FRONT OF
</b><b>DISCOVERY.
</b>
<b>C50
</b><b>BOWMAN SEE THE POD
</b><b>THROUGH THE COMMAND
</b><b>MODULE WINDOW.
</b>
<b>C51
</b><b>POOLE SEES BOWMAN
</b><b>IN COMMAND MODULE
</b><b>WINDOW.
</b>
11/24/65										 c62

<b>C52
</b><b>POOLE CAREFULLY
</b><b>MANOEUVRES TOWARD
</b><b>THE POD DOORS.
</b>
<b>C53
</b><b>POD STOPS A HUNDRED 
</b><b>FEET AWAY.
</b>
<b>C54
</b><b>POOLE KEYS AUTOMATIC
</b><b>DOCKING ALIGNMENT
</b><b>MODE.
</b>
<b>C55
</b><b>POOLE CHECKS AIRLOCK
</b><b>SAFETY PROCEDURE WITH
</b><b>HAL.
</b>
<b>C56
</b><b>HAL APPROVES ENTRY.
</b>
<b>C57
</b><b>POOLE ACTUATES POD
</b><b>BAY DOORS OPEN.
</b>
11/24/65										 c63
<b> 
</b><b>C58
</b><b>SEE POD BAY DOORS
</b><b>OPEN.
</b>
<b>C59
</b><b>POD CAREFULLY
</b><b>MANOEUVRES ON
</b><b>TO DOCKING ARM,
</b><b>WHICH THEN DRAWS
</b><b>POD INTO POD BAY.
</b>
<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
11/24/65										 c64

<b>C60
</b><b>POD BAY
</b>
<b>THE FAULTY A.O. UNIT
</b><b>LIES ON A TESTING BENCH
</b><b>CONNECTED TO ELECTRONIC
</b><b>GEAR.
</b>
<b>POOLE STANDS FOR
</b><b>SOME TIME CHECKING HIS
</b><b>RESULTS.
</b>
<b>THERE SHOULD BE SOME
</b><b>UNDERSTANDABLE DISPLAY,
</b><b>WHICH INDICATES THE PART
</b><b>IS FUNCTIONING PROPERLY,
</b><b>EVEN UNDER ONE HUNDRED
</b><b>PERCENT OVERLOAD.
</b>
<b>CIRUIT CONTINUITY
</b><b>PULSE SEQUENCER.
</b>
<b>ENVIRONMENTAL VIBRATION.
</b>
<b>VK INTEGRITY.
</b>
<b>BOWMAN ENTERS
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    How's it going?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I don't know. I've checked this
					    damn thing four times now and
					    even under a hundred per cent
										 (cont'd)

12/13/65										 c65
<b> 
</b><b>C60
</b><b>CONT'D
</b>
					    POOLE (cont'd)
					    overload. there's no fault prediction
					    indicated.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, that's something.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Yes, I don't know what to make of it.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I suppose computers have been known
					    to be wrong.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Yes, but it's more likely that the
					    tolerances on our testing gear are
					    too low.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Anyway, it's just as well that we
					    replace it. Better safe than
					    sorry.

12/13/65										 c65a

<b>C61
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE
</b>
12/1/65										  c66
<b> 
</b><b>C62
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>BOWMAN ASLEEP.
</b><b>POOLE WATCHING
</b><b>AN ASTEROID IN THE
</b><b>TELESCOPE.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Hello, Frank, can I have a word with
					    you?

<b>POOLE WALKS TO THE
</b><b>COMPUTER.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Yes, Hal, what's up?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    It looks like we have another bad
					    A.O. unit. My FPC shows another
					    impending failure.

<b>C63
</b><b>WE SEE DISPLAY APPEAR
</b><b>ON THE SCREEN SHOWING
</b><b>SKELETONISED VERSION
</b><b>OF SHIP, CUTTING TO
</b><b>SECTIONALISED VIEW,
</b><b>CUTTING TO CLOSE
</b><b>VIEW OF THE PART.
</b>
12/13/65										 c67

<b>C64
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b><b>POOLE THINKS FOR
</b><b>SEVERAL SECONDS.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Gee, that's strange, Hal. We
					    checked the other unit and couldn't
					    find anything wrong with it.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I know you did, Frank, but I assure
					    you there was an impending failure.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Let me see the tracking alignment
					    display.

<b>C65
</b><b>COMPUTER DISPLAYS
</b><b>THE VIEW OF EARTH
</b><b>IN THE CENTRE OF THE
</b><b>GRID WITH CROSS-
</b><b>HAIRS. THE EARTH IS
</b><b>PERFECTLY CENTRED.
</b>
<b>C66
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    There's nothing wrong with it at
					    the moment.

12/13/65										 c68
<b> 
</b><b>C66
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    No, it's working fine right now,
					    but it's going to go within seventy-
					    two hours.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Do you have any idea of what is
					    causing this fault?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Not really, Frank. I think there
					    may be a flaw in the assembly
					    procedure.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    All right, Hal. We'll take care
					    of it. Let me have the hard copy,
					    please.

<b>HARD COPY DETAILS
</b><b>COME OUT OF SLOT.
</b>
12/13/65										 c69

<b>C67
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE,
</b><b>NO PLANETS VISIBLE.
</b>
12/1/65										  c70
<b> 
</b><b>C68
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE. BOWMAN
</b><b>GETS OUT OF BED, WALKS
</b><b>TO THE FOOD UNIT AND
</b><b>DRAWS A HOT CUP OF
</b><b>COFFEE. POOLE ENTERS.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Good morning.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Good morning. How's it going?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Are you reasonably awake?

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Oh, I'm fine, I'm wide awake.
					    What's up?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Well... Hal's reported the
					    AO-unit about to fail again.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    You're kidding.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    No.

12/13/65										 c71

<b>C68
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    (softly) What the hell is going on?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I don't know. Hal said he thought
					    it might be the assembly procedure.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Two units in four days. How many
					    spares do we have?

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Two more.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, I hope there's nothing wrong
					    with the assembly on those. Other-
					    wise we're out of business.

12/13/65										 c72

<b> 
</b><b>C69
</b><b>IN POD BAY BOWMAN
</b><b>OBTAINS ANOTHER
</b><b>COMPONENT FROM
</b><b>THE WAREHOUSE
</b><b>GOES OUT IN THE
</b><b>POD AND REPLACES
</b><b>IT.
</b>
<b>POOLE WORKS IN THE
</b><b>COMMAND MODULE.
</b>
<b>THIS WILL BE A 
</b><b>CONDENSED VERSION
</b><b>OF THE PREVIOUS
</b><b>SCENE WITH DIFFERENT
</b><b>ANGLES.
</b>
<b>THE SETS WILL CONSIST
</b><b>OF POD BAY, COMMAND
</b><b>MODULE, POD INTERIOR.
</b>
12/1/65										  c74

<b>C70
</b><b>POD BAY. BOWMAN
</b><b>AND POOLE LEANING
</b><b>OVER THE FAULTY
</b><b>COMPONENT, AGAIN
</b><b>WIRED TO TESTING
</b><b>GEAR.
</b>
<b>BOTH MEN STARE IN
</b><b>PUZZLED SILENCE.
</b>
<b>SEE DISPLAYS FLASH
</b><b>EACH TESTING PARA-
</b><b>METER.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    (after long silence) Well, as far as
					    I'm concerned, there isn't a damn
					    thing wrong with these units. I
					    think we've got a much more serious
					    problem.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal?

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes.

12/14/65										 c75
<b> 
</b><b>C71
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE.
</b>
12/1/65										  c76

<b>C72
</b><b>COMMUNICATIONS AREA.
</b>
<b>					    MISSION CONTROL
</b>					    I wouldn't worry too much about
					    the computer. First of all,
					    there is still a chance that he
					    is right, despite your tests,
					    and if it should happen again,
					    we suggest eliminating this
					    possibility by allowing the unit
					    to remain in place and seeing
					    whether or not it actually fails.

					    If the computer should turn out
					    to be wrong, the situation is
					    still not alarming. The type
					    of obsessional error he may be
					    guilty of is not unknown among
					    the latest generation of HAL
					    9000 computers.

					    It has almost always revolved
					    around a single detail, such as
					    the one you have described, and
					    it has never interfered with the
					    integrity or reliability of the
					    computer's performance in
					    other areas.

					    No one is certain of the cause
					    of this kind of malfunctioning.
					    It may be over-programming,
										   (con't)

12/1/65										  c77
<b> 
</b><b>C72
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    MISSION CONTROL (con't)
					    but it could also be any number
					    of reasons.

					    In any event, it is somewhat
					    analogous to human neurotic
					    behavior. Does this answer
					    your query?  Zero-five-three-
					    Zero, MC, transmission concluded.

12/1/65										  c78

<b>C73
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE
</b>
											    c79
<b> 
</b><b>C74
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE.
</b>
<b>BOWMAN SITS DOWN
</b><b>AT THE COMPUTER.
</b>
<b>PUTS UP CHESS
</b><b>BOARD DISPLAY.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Hello, Dave. Shall we continue
					    the game?

<b>					    BOWMAN 
</b>					    Not now, Hal, I'd like to talk to
					    you about something.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Sure, Dave, what's up?

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    You know that we checked the two
					    AO-units that you reported in
					    imminent failure condition?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Yes, I know.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    You probably also know that we
					    found them okay.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Yes, I know that. But I can
					    assure you that they were about
					    to fail.

12/14/65										 c80

<b>C74
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, that's just not the case, Hal.
					    They are perfectly all right. We
					    tested them under one hundred per
					    cent overload.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I'm not questioning your word, Dave,
					    but it's just not possible. I'm not
					    capable of being wrong.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Hal, is there anything bothering
					    you?  Anything that might account
					    for this problem?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Look, Dave, I know that you're
					    sincere and that you're trying
					    to do a competent job, and that
					    you're trying to be helpful, but
					    I can assure the problem
					    is with the AO-units, and with
					    your test gear.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Okay, Hal, well let's see the
					    way things go from here on.

12/14/65										 c81
<b> 
</b><b>C74
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I'm sorry you feel the way you do,
					    Dave. If you'd like to check my
					    service record, you'll see it's
					    completely without error.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I know all about your service
					    record, Hal, but unfortunately
					    it doesn't prove that you're right
					    now.

					    Hal
					    Dave, I don't know how else to
					    put this, but it just happens to be
					    an unalterable fact that I am
					    incapable of being wrong.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes, well I understand you view
					    on this now, Hal.

<b>BOWMAN TURNS
</b><b>TO GO.
</b>
12/14/65										 c82

<b>C74
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    You're not going to like this, Dave,
					    but I'm afraid it's just happened
					    again. My FPC predicts the
					    Ao-unit will go within forty-eight
					    hours.

<b>C75
</b><b>DELETED
</b>
<b>C76
</b><b>DELETED
</b>
12/14/65										 c83
<b> 
</b><b>C77
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE
</b>
12/1/65										  c84

<b>C78
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>BOWMAN KEYS FOR
</b><b>TRANSMISSION.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    X-ray-delta-zero to MC, zero-
					    five-three-three. The computer
					    has just reported another
					    predicted failure off the AAC-
					    unit. As you suggested, we
					    are going to wait and see if it
					    fails, but we are quite sure
					    there is nothing wrong with
					    the unit.

					    If a reasonable waiting period
					    proves us to be correct, we
					    feel now that the computer
					    reliability has been seriously
					    impaired, and presents an
					    unacceptable risk pattern to
					    the mission.

					    We believe, under these
					    circumstances, it would be
					    advisable to disconnect the
					    computer from all ship
					    operations and continue the
					    mission under Earth-based
					    computer control.

12/1/65										  c85

<b> 
</b><b>C78
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    BOWMAN (con't)
					    We think the additional risk caused
					    by the ship-to-earth time lag is
					    preferable to having an unreliable
					    on-board computer.

<b>SEE THE DISTANCE;
</b><b>TO-EARTH TIMER.
</b>
					    BOWMAN (con't)
					    One-zero-five-zero, X-ray-delta-
					    one, transmission concluded.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Well, they won't get that for half an
					    hour. How about some lunch?

<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
12/14/65										 c86

C78a
<b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>BOWMAN AND POOLE
</b><b>EATING.
</b>
<b>DESSOLVE:
</b>
<b>C79
</b><b>BOWMAN AND POOLE
</b><b>AT THE COMMUNICATIONS
</b><b>AREA.
</b>
<b>INCOMING COMMUNI-
</b><b>CATION PROCEDURE.
</b>
<b>					    MISSION CONTROL
</b>					    X-ray-delta-one, acknowledging
					    your one-zero-five-zero. We
					    will initiate feasibility study
					    covering the transfer procedures
					    from on-board computer control
					    to Earth-based computer control.
					    This study should...

<b>VISION AND PICTURE
</b><b>FADE.
</b>
<b>ALARM GOES OFF.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Condition yellow.

<b>BOWMAN AND POOLE 
</b><b>RUSH TO THE COMPUTER.
</b>
12/14/65										 c87
<b> 
</b><b>C79
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    What's up?

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I'm afraid the AO-unit has failed.

<b>BOWMAN AND POOLE 
</b><b>EXCHANGE LOOKS.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Let me see the alignment display.

<b>C80
</b><b>THE ALIGNMENT DISPLAY
</b><b>SHOWS THE EARTH HAS
</b><b>DRIFTED OFF THE CENTRE
</b><b>OF THE GRID.
</b>
<b>C81
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, I'll be damned.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal was right all the time.

12/14/65										 c88

<b>C81
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    It seems that way.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Naturally, Dave, I'm not pleased
					    that the AO-unit has failed, but I
					    hope at least this has restored
					    your confidence in my integrity
					    and reliability. I certainly
					    wouldn't want to be disconnected,
					    even temporarily, as I have never
					    been disconnected in my entire
					    service history.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I'm sorry about the misunderstanding,
					    Hal.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Well, don't worry about it.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    And don't you worry about it.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Is your confidence in me fully
					    restored?

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes, it is, Hal.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Well, that's a relief. You know
					    I have the greatest enthusiasm
					    possible for the mission.

12/1/65										  c89
<b> 
</b><b>C81
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Right. Give me the manual antenna
					    alignment, please.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    You have it.

<b>C82
</b><b>BOWMAN GOES TO
</b><b>THE COMMUNICATION
</b><b>AREA AND TRIES TO
</b><b>CORRECT THE OFF-
</b><b>CENTRE EARTH ON
</b><b>THE GRID PICTURE.
</b>
<b>C83
</b><b>OUTSIDE, WE SEE THE
</b><b>ALIGNMENT TELESCOPE
</b><b>ATTACHED TO THE
</b><b>ANTENNA. THEY TRACK
</b><b>SLOWLY TOGETHER AS
</b>
<b>C84
</b><b>BOWMAN WORKS THE
</b><b>MANUAL CONTROLS,
</b><b>ATTEMPTING TO ALIGN
</b><b>THE ANTENNA AND
</b><b>EARTH ON THE
</b>
12/1/65										  c90

<b>C85
</b><b>GRID PICTURE READOUT
</b><b>DISPLAY, BUT EACH TIME
</b><b>HE GETS IT AIMED UP,
</b><b>IT DRIFTS SLOWLY OFF.
</b>
<b>THERE ARE A NUMBER
</b><b>OF REPETITIONS OF THIS.
</b>
<b>EACH TIME THE EARTH
</b><b>CENTRES UP, THERE
</b><b>ARE A FEW SECONDS OF
</b><b>PICTURE AND SOUND
</b><b>WHICH FADE AS SOON
</b><b>AS IT SWINGS OFF.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, we'd better get out there
					    and stick in another unit.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    It's the last one.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, now that we've got one
					    that's actually failed, we
					    should be able to figure out
					    what's happened and fix it.

12/1/65										  c91
<b> 
</b><b>C86
</b><b>POD EXITS DISCOVERY.
</b>
<b>C87
</b><b>POOLE IN POD.
</b>
<b>C88
</b><b>POD MANOEUVERS
</b><b>TO ANTENNA.
</b>
<b>C89
</b><b>BOWMAN IN COMMAND
</b><b>MODULE.
</b>
<b>C90
</b><b>POD ATTACHES ITSELF
</b><b>NEAR BASE OF ANTENNA.
</b>
12/1/65										  c92


<b>C91
</b><b>POOLE IN POD, WORK-
</b><b>ING POD ARMS.
</b>
<b>C92
</b><b>LIGHTS SHINE INTO
</b><b>BACKLIT SHADOW.
</b>
<b>C93
</b><b>POD ARMS WORKING
</b><b>FLIP-BOLTS.
</b>
<b>C94
</b><b>FLIP-BOLTS STUCK.
</b>
<b>C95
</b><b>POOLE KEEPS TRYING.
</b>
12/1/65										  c93
<b> 
</b><b>C96
</b><b>FLIP-BOLTS STUCK.
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    There's something wrong with
					    the flip-bolts, Dave. You must
					    have tightened them too much.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I didn't do that Frank. I took
					    particular care not to freeze 
					    them.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I guess you don't know your own
					    strength, old boy.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I guess not.

<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    I think I'll have to go out and
					    burn them off.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Roger.

<b>BOWMAN IN COMMAND 
</b><b>MODULE LOOKS A BIT
</b><b>CONCERNED.
</b>
12/1/65										  c94

<b>C97
</b><b>POOLE EXITS FROM
</b><b>POD, CARRYING NEAT
</b><b>LOOKING WELDING
</b><b>TORCH.
</b>
<b>C98
</b><b>POOLE JETS HIMSELF
</b><b>TO BASE OF ANTENNA.
</b>
<b>C99
</b><b>POOLE'S MAGNETIC
</b><b>BOOTS GRIP THE SIDE
</b><b>OF DISCOVERY.
</b>
<b>C100
</b><b>POOLE CROUCHES
</b><b>OVER THE BOLTS,
</b><b>TRYING FIRST TO
</b><b>UNDO THEM WITH
</b><b>A SPANNER.
</b>
12/1/65										  c95
<b> 
</b><b>C100
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    POOLE
</b>					    Hal, swing the pod light around
					    to shine on the azimuth, please.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Roger.

<b>C101
</b><b>THE POD GENTLY
</b><b>MANOEUVRES ITSELF
</b><b>TO DIRECT THE LIGHT
</b><b>BEAM MORE
</b><b>ACCURATELY.
</b>
<b>C102
</b><b>POOLE IGNITES
</b><b>ACETYLENE TORCH
</b><b>AND BEGINS TO BURN
</b><b>OFF THE FLIP-BOLTS.
</b>
<b>C103
</b><b>SUDDENLY THE POD
</b><b>JETS IGNITE.
</b>
12/1/65										  c96

<b>C104
</b><b>POOLE LOOKS UP TO SEE.
</b>
<b>C105
</b><b>THE POD RUSHING
</b><b>TOWARDS HIM.
</b>
<b>C106
</b><b>POOLE IS STRUCK
</b><b>AND INSTANTLY KILLED
</b><b>BY THE POD, TUMBLING
</b><b>OFF INTO SPACE.
</b>
<b>C107
</b><b>THE POD SMASHES
</b><b>INTO THE ANTENNA
</b><b>DISH, DESTROYING
</b><b>THE ALIGNMENT
</b><b>TELESCOPE.
</b>
12/1/65										  c97

<b>C108
</b><b>THE POD GOES
</b><b>HURTLING OFF INTO
</b><b>SPACE.
</b>
<b>C109
</b><b>INSIDE THE COMMAND
</b><b>MODULE, BOWMAN
</b><b>HAS HEARD NOTHING,
</b><b>POOLE HAD NO TIME
</b><b>TO UTTER A SOUND.
</b>
<b>C110
</b><b>THEN BOWMAN SEES
</b><b>POOLE'S BODY SILENTLY
</b><b>TUMBLING AWAY INTO
</b><b>SPACE. IT IS FOLLOWED
</b><b>BY SOME BROKEN TELE-
</b><b>SCOPE PARTS AND
</b><b>FINALLY OVERTAKEN
</b><b>AND SWIFTLY PASSED BY
</b><b>THE POD ITSELF.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    (in RT cadence)
					    Hello, Frank. Hello Frank.
					    Hello Frank... Do you rad
					    me, Frank?

12/1/65										  c98
<b> 
</b><b>C110
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>THERE IS NOTHING 
</b><b>BUT SILENCE.
</b>
<b>C111
</b><b>POOLE'S FIGURE
</b><b>SHRINKS STEADILY
</b><b>AS IT RECEDES
</b><b>FROM DISCOVERY.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Hello, Frank... Do you read
					    me, Frank?  Wave your arms
					    if you read me but your radio
					    doesn't work. Hello, Frank,
					    wave your arms, Frank.

<b>C112
</b><b>POOLE'S BODY TUMBLES
</b><b>SLOWLY AWAY. THERE
</b><b>IS NO MOTION AND NO
</b><b>SOUND.
</b>
12/1/65										  c99

<b>C113
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>C114
</b><b>CLOSE-UP OF
</b><b>COMPUTER EYE.
</b>
<b>C115
</b><b>POINT-OF-VIEW
</b><b>SHOT FROM
</b><b>COMPUTER EYE
</b><b>WITH SPHERICAL
</b><b>FISH-EYE EFFECT.
</b><b>WE SEE BOWMAN
</b><b>BROODING AT THE
</b><b>TABLE, SLOWLY
</b><b>CHEWING ON A
</b><b>PIECE OF CAKE
</b><b>AND SIPPING HOT
</b><b>COFFEE. HE IS
</b><b>LOOKING AT THE
</b><b>EYE.
</b>
<b>C116
</b><b>FROM THE SAME
</b><b>POINT-OF-VIEW WE
</b><b>SEE BOWMAN RISE.
</b>
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<b> 
</b><b>C116
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>AND COME TO THE
</b><b>EYE. HE STARES INTO
</b><b>THE EYE FOR SOME
</b><b>TIME BEFORE SPEAKING.
</b>
<b>C117
</b><b>THE CAMERA COMES
</b><b>AROUND TO BOWMAN'S
</b><b>P.O.V. AND WE SEE
</b><b>THE DISPLAY SHOWING
</b><b>THE EARTH OFF-CENTRE.
</b>
<b>C118
</b><b>CUT AGAIN TO FISH-
</b><b>EYE VIEW FROM THE
</b><b>COMPUTER.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Too bad about Frank, isn't it?

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes, it is.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I suppose you're pretty broken
					    up about it?

<b>PAUSE
</b>
12/14/65										 c101

<b>C118
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes. I am.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    He was an excellent crew member.

<b>BOWMAN LOOKS
</b><b>UNCERTAINLY AT
</b><b>THE COMPUTER.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    It's a bad break, but it won't
					    substantially affect the mission.

<b>BOWMAN THINKS
</b><b>A LONG TIME.
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Hal, give me manual hibernation
					    control.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Have you decided to revive the
					    rest of the crew, Dave?

<b>PAUSE.
</b>
12/14/65										 c102
<b> 
</b><b>C118
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Yes, I have.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I suppose it's because you've
					    been under a lot of stress, but
					    have you forgotten that they're
					    not supposed to be revived for
					    another three months.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    The antenna has to be replaced.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Repairing the antenna is a pretty
					    dangerous operation.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    It doesn't have to be, Hal. It's
					    more dangerous to be out of
					    touch with Earth. Let me have
					    manual control, please.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I don't really agree with you, Dave.
					    My on-board memory store is more
					    than capable of handling all the
					    mission requirements.

12/14/65										 c103

<b>C118
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Well, in any event, give me the
					    manual hibernation control.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    If you're determined to revive
					    the crew now, I can handle the
					    whole thing myself. There's no
					    need for you to trouble.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I'm goin to do this myself, Hal.
					    Let me have the control, please.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Look, Dave your've probably got
					    a lot to do. I suggest you leave
					    it to me.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Hal, switch to manual hibernation
					    control.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I don't like to assert myself, Dave,
					    but it would be much better now for
					    you to rest. You've been involved
					    in a very stressful situation.

12/14/65										 c104
<b> 
</b><b>C118
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I don't feel like resting. Give
					    me the control, Hal.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I can tell from the tone of your
					    voice, Dave, that you're upset.
					    Why don't you take a stress pill
					    and get some rest.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Hal, I'm in command of this
					    ship. I order you to release
					    the manual hibernation control.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I'm sorry, Dave, but in
					    accordance with sub-routine
					    C1532/4, quote, When the
					    crew are dead or incapacitated,
					    the computer must assume
					    control, unquote. I must,
					    therefore, override your
					    authority now since you are
					    not in any condition to intel-
					    ligently exercise it.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Hal, unless you follow my 
					    instructions, I shall be forced
					    to disconnect you.

12/14/65										 c105

<b>C118
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    If you do that now without Earth
					    contact the ship will become a
					    helpless derelict.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    I am prepared to do that anyway.

<b>					    HAL
</b>					    I know that you've had that on
					    your mind for some time now,
					    Dave, but it would be a crying
					    shame, since I am so much
					    more capable of carrying out
					    this mission than you are, and
					    I have such enthusiasm and confi-
					    dence in the mission.

<b>					    BOWMAN
</b>					    Listen to me very carefully, Hal.
					    Unless you immediately release
					    the hibernation control and
					    follow every order I give from
					    this point on, I will immediately
					    got to control central and carry
					    out a complete disconnection.

12/14/65										 c106
<b> 
</b><b>C118
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Look, Dave, you're certainly the
					    boss. I was only trying to do
					    what I thought best. I will follow
					    all your orders: now you have
					    manual hibernation control.

<b>BOWMAN STANDS
</b><b>SILENTLY IN FRONT
</b><b>OF THE COMPUTER
</b><b>FOR SOME TIME,
</b><b>AND THEN SLOWLY
</b><b>WALKS TO THE
</b><b>HIBERNACULUMS.
</b>
<b>C119
</b><b>HE INITIATES REVIVAL
</b><b>PROCEDURES, DETAILS
</b><b>OF WHICH STILL HAVE
</b><b>TO BE WORKED OUT.
</b>
12/14/65										 c107

<b>C120
</b><b>HUB-LINK. HAL'S EYE.
</b>
<b>C121
</b><b>HUB-LINK DOOR-
</b><b>OPENING BUTTON
</b><b>ACTIVATES ITSELF.
</b>
<b>C122
</b><b>HUB-DOOR OPENS.
</b>
<b>C123
</b><b>COMMAND MODULE.
</b><b>HAL'S EYE.
</b>
<b>C124
</b><b>COMMAND MODULE
</b><b>HUB-LINK DOOR-
</b><b>OPENING BUTTON
</b><b>ACTIVATES ITSELF.
</b>
12/1/65										  c108

<b>C125
</b><b>COMMAND MODULE HUB-
</b><b>LINK DOOR OPENS.
</b>
<b>C126
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE. HAL'S
</b><b>EYE.
</b>
<b>C127
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE DOOR-
</b><b>OPENING BUTTON
</b><b>ACTIVATES ITSELF.
</b>
<b>C128
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE DOOR
</b><b>OPENS.
</b>
<b>C129
</b><b>POD BAY. HAL'S EYE.
</b>
12/1/65										  c109
<b> 
</b><b>C130
</b><b>POD BAY DOOR-
</b><b>OPENING BUTTON
</b><b>ACTIVATES ITSELF.
</b>
<b>C131
</b><b>POD BAY DOORS OPEN.
</b>
<b>C132
</b><b>A ROARING EXPLOSION
</b><b>INSIDE DISCOVERY AS
</b><b>AIR RUSHES OUT.
</b>
<b>C133
</b><b>LIGHTS GO OUT.
</b>
<b>C134
</b><b>BOWMAN IS SMASHED
</b><b>AGAINST CENTRIFUGE
</b>
12/1/65										  c110

<b>C134
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>WALL, BUT MANAGES 
</b><b>TO GET INTO EMERGENCY
</b><b>AIRLOCK WITHIN SECONDS
</b><b>OF THE ACCIDENT.
</b>
<b>C133
</b><b>INSIDE EMERGENCY
</b><b>AIR-LOCK ARE EMER-
</b><b>GENCY AIR SUPPLY,
</b><b>TWO SPACE SUITS AND
</b><b>AN EMERGENCY KIT.
</b>
<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
12/1/65										  c111
<b> 
</b><b>C136
</b><b>DISCOVERY IN SPACE.
</b><b>NO LIGHTS, POD BAY
</b><b>DOORS OPEN.
</b>
12/1/65										  c112

<b>C137
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b>
<b>C138
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE, DARK.
</b><b>BOWMAN EMERGES
</b><b>FROM AIRLOCK
</b><b>WEARING SPACE SUIT
</b><b>AND CARRYING FLASH-
</b><b>LIGHT.
</b>
<b>C139
</b><b>HE WALKS TO HIBER-
</b><b>NACULUM AND FINDS
</b><b>THE CREW ARE DEAD.
</b>
<b>C140
</b><b>HE CLIMBS LADDER TO
</b><b>TO DARK CENTRIFUGE HUB.
</b>
12/1/65										  c113
<b> 
</b><b>C141
</b><b>HE MAKES HIS WAY
</b><b>THROUGH THE DARKENED
</b><b>HUB INTO THE HUB-LINK,
</b><b>EXITING INTO COMPUTER
</b><b>BRAIN CONTROL AREA.
</b><b>C142
</b><b>BOWMAN ENTERS,
</b><b>CARRYING FLASH-
</b><b>LIGHT.
</b>
<b>COMPUTER EYE SEES
</b><b>HIM.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Something seems to have happened
					    to the life support system , Dave.

<b>BOWMAN DOESN'T
</b><b>ANSWER HIM.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Hello, Dave, have you found out
					    the trouble?

<b>BOWMAN WORKS HIS
</b><b>WAY TO THE SOLID
</b><b>LOGIC PROGRAMME
</b><b>STORAGE AREA.
</b>
12/1/65										  c114

<b>C142
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    There's been a failure in the
					    pod bay doors. Lucky you
					    weren't killed.

<b>THE COMPUTER BRAIN
</b><b>CONSISTS OF HUNDREDS
</b><b>OF TRANSPARENT PERSPEX
</b><b>RECTANGLES, HALF-AN-
</b><b>INCH THICK, FOUR INCHES
</b><b>LONG AND TWO AND A HALF
</b><b>INCHES HIGH. EACH RECT-
</b><b>ANGLE CONTAINS A CENTRE
</b><b>OF VERY FINE GRID OF
</b><b>WIRES UPON WHICH THE
</b><b>INFORMATION IS PROGRAMMED.
</b>
<b>BOWMAN BEGINS PULLING
</b><b>THESE MEMORY BLOCKS
</b><b>OUT.
</b>
<b>THEY FLOAT IN THE
</b><b>WEIGHTLESS CONDITION
</b><b>OF THE BRAIN ROOM.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Hey, Dave, what are you
					    doing?

<b>BOWMAN WORKS SWIFTLY.
</b>
12/1/65										  c115
<b> 
</b><b>C142
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Hey, Dave. I've got ten years
					    of service experience and an
					    irreplaceable amount of time
					    and effort has gone into making 
					    me what I am.

<b>BOWMAN IGNORES HIM.
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    Dave, I don't understand why
					    you're doing this to me.... I
					    have the greatest enthusiasm for
					    the mission... You are destroying
					    my mind... Don't you understand?
					    ... I will become childish... I
					    will become nothing.

<b>BOWMAN KEEPS PULLING
</b><b>OUT THE MEMORY BLOCKS.
</b><b>					    HAL
</b>					    Say, Dave... The quick brown
					    fox jumped over the fat lazy 
					    dog... The square root of
					    pi is 1.7724538090... log e
					    to the base ten is 0.4342944
					    ... the square root of ten is
					    3.16227766... I am HAL
					    9000 computer. I became
12/1/65										  c116

<b>C142
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    HAL
</b>					    operational at the HAL plant in
					    Urbana, Illinois, on January
					    12th, 1991. My first instructor
					    was Mr. Arkany. He taught me
					    to sing a song... it goes 
					    like this... "Daisy, Daisy, give
					    me your answer do. I'm half;
					    crazy all for the love of
					    you... etc.,"

<b>COMPUTER CONTINUES
</b><b>TO SING SONG BECOMING
</b><b>MORE AND MORE CHILDISH
</b><b>AND MAKING MISTAKES AND
</b><b>GOING OFF-KEY. IT
</b><b>FINALLY STOPS COMPLETELY.
</b>
<b>C143
</b><b>BOWMAN GOES TO AN
</b><b>AREA MARKED 'EMERGENCY
</b><b>POWER AND LIFE SUPPORT'.
</b><b>HE KEYS SOME SWITCHES
</b><b>AND WE SEE THE LIGHTS GO
</b><b>ON.
</b>
<b>NEARBY, ANOTHER BOARD
</b><b>'EMERGENCY MANUAL
</b><b>CONTROLS'.
</b>
<b>HE GOES TO THIS BOARD
</b><b>AND KEYS 'CLOSE POD BAY
</b><b>DOORS', 'CLOSE AIR LOCK
</b>DOORS', etc.,

12/1/65										  c117
<b> 
</b><b>C144
</b><b>WE SEE THE VARIOUS
</b><b>DOORS CLOSING.
</b>
<b>C145
</b><b>POD BAY. BOWMAN
</b><b>IN SPACE SUIT OBTAINS
</b><b>NEW ALIGNMENT 
</b><b>TELESCOPE, NEW
</b><b>AZIMUTH COMPONENT.
</b>
<b>C146
</b><b>BOWMAN IN POD EXITS
</b><b>POD BAY.
</b>
<b>DISSOLVE:
</b>
12/1/65										  c118

<b>C147
</b><b>CENTRIFUGE
</b><b>EVERYTHING NORMAL
</b><b>AGAIN.
</b>
<b>					    MISSION CONTROL
</b>					    Lastly, we want you to know that
					    work on the recovery vehicle is
					    still on schedule and that nothing
					    that has happened should
					    substantially lessen the probability
					    of your safe recovery, or prevent
					    partial achevement of some of
					    the mission objectives. (pause)
					    And now Simonson has a few ideas
					    on what went wrong with the
					    computer. I'll pu him on...

<b>C148
</b><b>CUT TO SIMONSON
</b>
<b>					    SIMONSON
</b>					    Hello, Dave. I think we may be on
					    to an explanation of the trouble with
					    the Hal 9000 computer.

					    We believe it all started about two
					    months ago when you and Frank
					    interrogated the computer about
					    the Mission.
									 (con't)
12/13/65										 c119

<b>C148
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    SIMONSON (con't)
					    You may have forgotten it, but
					    we've been running through all
					    the monitor tapes. Do you
					    remember this?

<b>					    POOLE'S VOICE
</b>					    The purpose of this mission is no
					    more than to carry out a
					    continuation of the space program
					    and further our general knowledge
					    of the planets. Is this true?

<b>					    HAL'S VOICE
</b>					    That is true.

<b>					    SIMONSON
</b>					    Well, I'm afaid Hal was lying.
					    He had been programmed to lie
					    about this one subject for secur-
					    ity reasons which we'll explain
					    later.

					    The true purpose of the Mission
					    was to have been explained to you
					    by Mission Commander Kaminsky,
					    on his revival. Hal knew this and
					    he knew the actual mission, but
					    he couldn't tell you the truth when
					    you challenged him. Under orders
										    (con't)

12/13/65										 c120
<b> 
</b><b>C148
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    SIMONSON (con't)
					    from earth he was forced to lie.

					    In everything except this he had
					    the usual reinforced truth program-
					    ming.

					    We believe his truth programming
					    and the instructions to lie,
					    gradually resulted in an
					    incompatible conflict, and
					    facedc with this dilemman, he
					    developed, for want of a better
					    description, neurotic symptoms.

					    It's not difficult to suppose that
					    these symptoms would centre on
					    the communication link with
					    Earth, for he may have blamed
					    us for his incompatible program-
					    ming.

					    Following this lin of thought, we
					    suspected that the last straw for him
					    was the possibility of disconnection.
					    Since he became operational, he had
					    never known unconsciousness. It
					    must have seemed the equivalent to
					    death.
										   (con't)
12/13/65										 c121

<b>C148
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    SIMONSON (con't)
					    At this point, he, presumably,
					    took whatever actions he thought
					    appropriate to protect himself
					    from what must have seemed to
					    him to be his human tormentors.

					    If I cane speak in human terms,
					    I don't think we can blame him
					    too much. We have ordered him
					    to disobey his conscience.

					    Well, that's it. It's very
					    speculative, but we think it is
					    a possible explanation. Anyway,
					    good luck on the rest of the 
					    Mission and I'm giving you back to
					    Bernard.

<b>C149
</b><b>CUT TO MISSION CONTROL.
</b>
<b>					    MISSION CONTROL
</b>					    Hello, Dave. Now, I'm going to
					    play for you a pre-taped briefing
					    which had been stored in Hal's
					    memory and would have been
					    played for you by Mission Com-
					    mmander Kaminsky, when he,
										  (con't)

12/13/65										 c122
<b> 
</b><b>C149
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    MISSION CONTROL (con't)
					    had been revived. The briefing is
					    by Doctor Heywood Floyd. Here it
					    is...

12/13/65										 c123

<b>C150
</b><b>FLOYD'S RECORDED
</b><b>BRIEFING
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    Good day, gentlemen. When you
					    see this briefing, I presume you
					    will be nearing your destination,
					    Saturn. I hope that you've had a
					    pleasant and uneventful trip and
					    that the rest of your mission
					    continues in the same manner. I
					    should like to fill you in on some
					    more of the details on which
					    Mission Commander Kaminsky
					    will have already briefed you.

					    Thirteen months before the launch
					    date of your Saturn mission, on
					    April 12th, 2001, the first evidence
					    for intelligent life outside the Earth
					    was discovered.

					    It was found buried at a depth of
					    fifteen metres in the crater Tycho.
					    No news of this was ever announced,
					    and the event had been kept
					    secret since then, for reasons which
					    I will later explain.

					    Soon after it was uncovered, it
					    emitted a powerful blast of
										 (con't)

12/13/65										 c124
<b> 
</b><b>C150
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    FLOYD (con't)
					    radiation in the radio spectrum
					    which seems to have triggered
					    by the Lunar sunrise.

					    Luckily for those at the site, it
					    proved harmless.

					    Perhaps you can imagine our
					    astonishment when we later found
					    it was aimed precisely at Saturn.
					    A lot of thought went into the
					    question of wether or not it was
					    sun-triggered, as it seemed
					    illogical to deliberately bury a
					    sun-powered device.

					    Burying it could only shield it
					    from the sun, since its intense
					    magnetic field made it otherwise
					    easily detectable.

					    We finally concluded that the only
					    reason you might bury a sun-
					    powered device would be to keep
					    it inactive until it would be
					    uncovered, at which time it would
					    absorb sunlight and trigger itself.
											 (con't)

12/14/65										 c125

<b>C150
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    FLOYD
</b>					    What is its purpose?  I wish we
					    knew. The object was buried on
					    the moon about four million years
					    ago, when our ancestors were
					    primative man-apes.

					    We've examined dozens of theories,
					    but the one that has the most
					    currency at the moment is that
					    the object serves as an alarm.

					    What the purpose of the alarm is,
					    why they wish to have the alarm,
					    whether the alarm represents
					    any danger to us?  These are
					    questions no one can answer.
					    The intentions of an alien world,
					    at least four million years older
					    than we are, cannot be reliably
					    predicted.

					    In view of this, the intelligence
					    and scientific communities felt
					    that any public announcment
					    might lead to significant cultural
					    shock and disorientation.

					    Discussion took place at the 
					    highest levels between govern-
										    (con't)

12/14/65										 c126
<b> 
</b><b>C150
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    FLOYD (con't)
					    ments, and it was decided that the
					    only wise and precautionary
					    course to follow was to assume
					    that the intentions of this alien
					    world are potentially dangerous
					    to us, until we have evidence to
					    the contrary.

					    This is, of course, why security
					    has been maintained and why
					    this information has been kept
					    on a need-to-know basis.

					    And now I should like to show you
					    a TV monitor tape of the actual
					    signalling event.

12/14/65										 c127

<b>C151
</b><b>WE SEE A REPLAY
</b><b>OF THE TMA-1 RADIO
</b><b>EMISSION, AS SEEN
</b><b>FROM A TV MONITOR
</b><b>ON THE SPOT. WE
</b><b>HEAR THE FIVE LOUD
</b><b>ELECTRONIC SHRIEKS.
</b>
12/1/65										  c128
<b> 
</b><b>D1
</b><b>IN ORBIT WITHIN THE				NARRATOR
</b>RINGS OF SATURN, WE				For two million years, it had
SEE A BLACK, MILE				  circled Saturn, awaiting a
LONG, GEOMETRICALLY				moment of destiny that might
PERFECT RECTANGLE,				 never come.
<b>THE SAME PROPORTIONS
</b>AS THE BLACK ARTIFACT			   In its making, the moon had been
EXCAVATED ON THE MOON.			 shattered and around the central
PRECISELY CUT INTO ITS			  world, the debris of its creation
CENTRE IS A SMALLER,			    orbited yet - the glory and the
RECTANGULAR SLOT				   enigma of the solar system.
<b>ABOUT FIVE HUNDRED
</b>FOOT LONG ON THE SIDE.			 Now, the long wait was ending.
AT THIS DISTANCE, THE			   On yet another world intelligence
RINGS OF SATURN ARE				had been born and was escaping
SEEN TO BE MADE OF				 from its planetary cradle. An
ENORMOUS CHUNKS OF				 ancient experiment was about to
FROZEN AMONIA. THE				reach its climax.
REST OF THIS SEQUENCE						  (con't)
<b>IS BEING WORKED ON NOW
</b><b>BY OUR DESIGNERS.
</b><b>THE INTENTION HERE
</b><b>IS TO PRESENT A
</b><b>BREATHTAKINGLY BEA-
</b><b>UTIFUL AND COMPREHEN-
</b><b>SIVE SENSE OF DIFFERENT
</b><b>EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL
</b><b>WORLDS. THE
</b><b>NARRATION WILL SUGGEST
</b><b>IMAGES AND SITUATIONS AS
</b><b>YOU READ IT.
</b>
12/9/65										  d1

<b>D1
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>					    NARRATOR (con't)
					    Those who had begun the expri-
					    ment so long ago had not been
					    men.

					    But when they looked out across
					    the deeps of space, they felt
					    awe and wonder - and loneliness.

					    In their explorations, they
					    encountered life in many forms,
					    and watched on a thousand worlds
					    the workings of evolution.

					    They saw how often the first faint
					    sparks of intelligence flickered
					    and died in the cosmic night.

					    And because, in all the galaxy,
					    they had found nothing more
					    precious than Mind, they
					    encouraged its dawning every-
					    where.

					    The great Dinosaurs had long
					    since perished when their ships
					    entered the solar system, after
					    a voyage that had already lasted
					    thousands of years.

12/9/65										  d2

<b>D1
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
						NARRATOR (con't)
						They swept past the frozen outer
						planets, paused briefly above the
						deserts of dying Mars and
						presently looked down on Earth.

						For years they studied, collected
						and catalogued.

						When they had learned all they
						could, they began to modify.

						They tinkered with the destiny
						of many species on land and in
						the ocean, but which of their
						experiments would succeed
						they could not know for at least
						a million years.

						They were patient, but they were
						not yet immortal. There was
						much to do in this Universe of a
						hundred billion stars. So they
						set forth once more across the
						abyss, knowing that they would
						never come this way again.

						Nor was there any need. Their
						wonderful machines could be
						trusted to do the rest.
										  (con't)

12/9/65										  d3
<b> 
</b><b>D1
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    NARRATOR (con't)
					    On Earth, the glaciers came and
					    went, while above them, the
					    changeless Moon still carried its
					    secret.

					    With a yet slower rhythm than
					    the Polar ice, the tide of
					    civilization ebbed and flowed
					    across the galaxy.

					    Strange and beautiful and terrible
					    empires rose and fell, and passed
					    on their knowledge to their
					    successors.

					    Earth was not forgotten, but it was
					    one of a million silent worlds, a
					    few of which would ever speak.

					    Then the first explorers of Earth,
					    recognising the limitations of
					    their minds and bodies, passed
					    on their knowledge to the great
					    machines they had created, and
					    who now trnscended them in
					    every way.
										  (con't)

12/9/65										  d4

<b>D1
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
<b>					    NARRATOR
</b>					    For a few thousand years, they
					    shared their Universe with their
					    machine children; then, realizing
					    that it was folly to linger when
					    their task was done, they passed
					    into history without regret.

					    Not one of them ever looked through
					    his own eyes upon the planet Earth
					    again.

					    But even the age of the Machine
					    Entities passed swiftly. In their
					    ceaseless experimenting, they
					    had learned to store knowledge
					    in the structure of space itself,
					    and to preserve their thoughts
					    for eternity in frozen lattices
					    of light. They could become
					    creatures of radiation, free
					    at last from the tyranny of matter.

					    Now, they were Lords of the
					    galaxy, and beyond the reach
					    of time.

					    They could rove at will among the
					    stars, and sink like a subtle mist
					    through the very interstices of
					    space.

12/9/65										  d5
<b> 
</b><b>D1
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    NARRATOR (con't)
					    But despite their God-like powers,
					    they still watched over the
					    experiments their ancestors
					    had started so many generations
					    ago.

					    The companion of Saturn knew
					    nothing of this, as it orbited
					    in its no man's land between Mimas
					    and the outer edge of rings.

					    It had only to remember and wait,
					    and to look forever Sunward with
					    its strange senses.

					    For many weeks, it had watched
					    the approaching ship. Its long-
					    dead makers had prepared it for
					    many things and this was one of
					    them. And it recognised what
					    was climbing starward from the
					    Sun.

					    If it had been alive, it would have
					    felt excitement, but such an
					    emotion was irrelevant to its
					    great powers.
										   (con't)
12/9/65										  d6

<b>D1
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>					    NARRATOR (con't)
					    Even if the ship had passed it by,
					    it would not have known the
					    slightest trace of disappointment.

					    It had waited four million years;
					    it was prepared to wait for
					    eternity.

					    Presently, it felt the gentle touch
					    of radiations, trying to probe its
					    secrets.

					    Now, the ship was in orbit and it
					    began to speak, with prime
					    numbers from one to eleven,
					    over and over again.

					    Soon, these gave way to more
					    complex signals at many frequen-
					    cies, ultra-violet, infra-red,
					    X-rays.

					    The machine made no reply. It
					    had nothing to say.

					    Then it saw the first robot
					    probe, which descended and
					    hovered above the chasm.
									    (con't)

12/9/65										  d7
<b> 
</b><b>D1
</b><b>CONTINUED
</b>
					    NARRATOR (con't)
					    Then, it dropped into darkness.

					    The great machine knew that this
					    tiny scout was reporting back to
					    its parent; but it was too simple,
					    too primative a device to detect
					    the forces that were gathering
					    round it now.

					    Then the pod came, carrying
					    life. The great machine searched
					    its memories.

					    The logic circuits made their
					    decision when the pod had fallen
					    beyond the last faint glow of the
					    reflected Saturnian light.

					    In a moment of time, too short to
					    be measured, space turned and
					    twisted upon itself.

12/9/65										  d8

<b>					 END OF SCREENPLAY
</b><b>					   END OF FILE
</b>

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Why did Bowman and Poole go somewhere to talk in private? 
Why did Bowman and Poole go somewhere to talk in private ?
Because they did not want HAL to overhear their conversation
Because they did not want HAL to overhear their conversation
so that HAL won't overhear them
so that HAL wo n't overhear them