Moon Screenplay

MOON
An original screenplay by
Nathan Parker
Story by Duncan Jones
Draft: 11th November 2007
Liberty Films © Copyright 2007

Helium3 is a gas ejected from the surface of the sun and
blown through space by solar winds.
It plays an essential role in Cold Fusion, often toted as

the solution to humanity’s future energy needs.
There is one major problem...
Helium3 is extremely scarce on Earth. The gas does,

however, exist in abundance on the Earth’s only natural
satellite:
The Moon.
Should we turn to Cold Fusion in the future, it is

conceivable that man will mine the Moon for Helium3 and
bring the precious gas back to Earth…
Liberty Films © 2007 - Version 2.5 2.
IN THE BLACK:
We hear something -- a machine -- CHURNING and POUNDING.

Constant. Rhythmic. Though the sound is slightly familiar,
we’re not sure what it is yet. Hold for a few seconds and
then
CUT TO:
1 INT. REC ROOM -- MORNING 1
The sound belongs to a regular old TREADMILL like you see

in most gyms across the world. Running on it: SAM BELL, mid
thirties, thick beard, handsome, striking blue eyes.
Sam’s face is flushed and glistening with sweat. He lunges

for a towel draped over the treadmill’s bar, dabs his face
as he runs.
We see OUTSIDE THE WINDOW: A gray, powdery landscape

stretching beneath a BLACK SKY.
CUT TO:
2 EXT. MOON -- MORNING 2
Aerial view of the Earth’s only natural satellite, the

camera roaming about a hundred feet off the surface.
Desolation. Serious, uncompromising, desolation. This place

makes Antarctica look like Tokyo.
And utter silence.
Eventually the camera arrives at a moon base, DIVING DOWN

towards it --
TITLE CARD: “MINING BASE SELENE. CREW: 1.”
CUT TO:
3 INT. BATHROOM\SHOWER -- MORNING 3
Sam takes a shower, treading in a tight circle beneath the

nozzle, eyes closed, hot water blasting his face.
4 INT. COMMS ROOM 4
His hair still wet from the shower, Sam sits before a COMMS
UNIT, dressed in a “Lunar Industries” boiler suit, a zip up
the front, colorful patches sewn into the arms. He begins
to record a message.
SAM
Tess. Hi. It’s me. How are you,
sweetheart? It’s the morning
here. In a few minutes Gerty and
I will sit down for breakfast, go
over the day’s itinerary.
As Sam continues his message, we are given a TOUR of the

mining base. Beginning with:
5 INT. MONITORING STATION 5
This is where you want to be if the shit hits the fan. The
base’s equivalent of HQ. A wall of computers and flickering
digital displays.
SAM (V.O.)
Today begins my 154th week on
Selene. I officially have two
weeks to go before I climb into
that Return Vehicle...
6 INT. RETURN VEHICLE 6
A small space craft attached to the base. It is essentially

a tiny room with a coffin like, sealed bed in the middle of
it: a cryogenic POD with an array of complicated controls
surrounding it.
SAM (V.O.)
And blast home.
7 INT. REC ROOM 7
Sam spends most of his time here. It is kitchen and play

room combined. We PICK OUT a television set, an armchair, a
Ping-Pong table, the treadmill.
SAM (V.O.)
I never dreamed I’d make it this
far.
DETAIL: A WOODEN MODEL
On a table, we also PICK OUT a LARGE MODEL carved out of

BOLSER WOOD. It’s a TOWN. Intricately done down to the
tiniest details.
SAM (V.O.) (CONT’D)

There were times, as you know...
We go even CLOSER to the model, seeing that there are

actual people, actual characters in the little town; actual
buildings: a CHURCH, a TOWN HALL, etc. Clearly someone has
put a ton of work into this thing.

...when I thought I was going to
crack up.
8 INT. GREENHOUSE 8
And the tour of the base continues. Onto a new room. A dark *
storage area Sam has repurposed to grow a handful of *
plants. They sit surrounded by darkness, glowing under *
pools of artificial light. *
SAM (V.O.)
But I think I’ve come out the
other side now.
9 INT. INFIRMARY 9
A strange angular room, obviously purposeful, but its *

design more geared to a computer than a human being. A *
single bed dominates. *
SAM (V.O.)
In many ways, this place is all
about contradictions.
10 EXT. LUNAR LANDSCAPE 10
The empty terrain surrounding the mining base, as viewed

from the Monitoring Station window. Across the landscape a
mountain rises from the morning shadows.
SAM (V.O.)
It’s bleak, it’s beautiful.
CLOSE UP -- A HAND TOOL
Some kind of rake or shovel half buried in the powdery

soil, like a child’s toy abandoned in a sand box.

It’s barren, yet filled with
riches.
11 EXT. EARTH -- AS SEEN FROM THE MOON 11
From up here it is easy to see why the Earth is sometimes

referred to as “the blue marble.” A swirl of color.
SAM (V.O.)
The earth is thousands and
thousands of miles away, but
sometimes looks so close I feel
like I could reach out and snatch
it with my hand.
12 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS 12
Sam’s bed -- A New York Jets poster on the wall -- a few

knickknacks bedside, rock samples in jars, a lucky
tambourine Sam got in Mexico some years ago -- a red stress
ball -- a photograph by the bed in a frame --
SAM (V.O.)
I’m incredibly lonely, yet I’m
never alone...
We MOVE CLOSER to the PHOTO by the bed.
PHOTOGRAPH
Of a slightly younger and clean-shaven Sam with his arms

wrapped around his wife of four years, TESS BELL.

Because I have you.
Tess is a far cry from the stereotypical Astronaut’s Wife

of the 1960’s/70’s with the plastic smile and beehive
hairdo.
Tess is modern, sophisticated, and jaw-droppingly

beautiful. She looks like she’d be a hard woman to leave
behind.
Note: In the photograph Tess is visibly PREGNANT.

And I have Eve. I don’t take you
guys for granted. You know that
now.
13 INT. COMMS ROOM 13
Back with Sam at the Comms Unit as he wraps up the message.
SAM
Please kiss Eve for me. And tell
her daddy will only be away a
little longer -- seventeen days
longer, approximately. I love you
both dearly. Bye.
And he sends the message.
CUT TO:
14 INT. CORRIDOR 14
The main corridor connecting the different rooms. We’ve

seen everything there is to see now. The base is small.
Confined. Claustrophobic. It is easy to imagine how someone
could crack up here.
Sam leaves the Comms Room and heads down the corridor.
15 INT. REC ROOM 15
A state of the art robot, a GERTY 3000 -- known simply as

“GERTY” -- is preparing Sam’s breakfast.
Gerty is in three sections and moves along a horizontal

rail that runs throughout the base. He has a readout screen
that perpetually spews data. His hands resemble pincers,
but are perfectly nimble.
For the purposes of helping run the base and looking after
Sam, Gerty is as good as human, if not better.
Sam enters.
SAM
Morning, Gerty.
GERTY
Morning, Sam. How are you today?
SAM
Fine. Fine. You?
GERTY
I’m very well. How’s your
headache?
SAM
Much better, thanks, pal.
Sam treats Gerty more like a person than a robot. Whether

this is down to Gerty’s intelligence or Sam’s desperation
for company isn’t clear just yet.
Note: Gerty talks like a well-educated older man. His

language doesn’t have a great deal of inflection (i.e.
Monotone) but he is friendly enough.
Sam switches a dial on a radio but gets nothing but static -

- he sticks in a mini cd and skips the first few tracks.
We hear brief clips of talk radio and shuttle through it
before he allows it to play on, on some random American
station -- an old weather report:
VOICE ON RADIO
...it’s a hot one on the East
Coast, temperatures soaring to a
high of ninety three degrees in
New York City --
They zip around the tiny kitchen, together preparing Sam’s

breakfast, working as a team.
CUT TO:
16 EXT. MOON 16
We take in the whole Moon at once. Gray, colorless, eerie.

From this distance the surface resembling Plaster of Paris.
17 INT. MONITORING STATION -- DAY 17
Sam sits before Selene’s main computer, known as THE OLD

MAN. Data flickering off Sam’s face. He is making a log
entry. A CLOCK is running on the monitor.
SAM
8:32 Pacific Time. Lunar Day 1.
All Harvesters running smoothly
this morning. Readouts are as
follows: Matthew, 14.6 miles;
Mark 16.8 miles...
Sam continues with his entry while we
CUT TO:
18 INT. STORAGE CUBBY 18
Gerty is selecting food for the up-coming week, stacking

ready-meals on a small fork-lift buggy.
CUT TO:
A RED LIGHT
Pulsing rapidly. The “ping-ping-ping” of an alarm.
BOARD
Sam stands before the Big Board. The names of the four
Harvesters (Matthew, Mark, Luke, John) in a collum. The red
light is flashing next to Matthew.
Sam presses an INTERCOM BUTTON, dips down, speaks into it.
SAM
Gerty, we’ve got a live one on
Mark. I’m going out now to rope
her in.
GERTY’S VOICE
Okay, Sam.
Sam heads off.
20 INT. CHANGING AREA 20
A SPACE SUIT
Resembling an unmanned puppet. Sam begins to insinuate his

body into the suit.
21 INT. DOCK 21
Three Rovers (moon buggies) parked in their separate bays.

The Rovers are caked in lunar soil, as though sand blasted.
In his space suit Sam bends into one of the Rovers, starts
the engine.
22 I/E. ROVER/MOON SURFACE 22
Sam drives along, dwarfed by an enormous lunar bolder and

the rising slopes of the valley beyond. A toy car in this
vast and alien terrain.
23 EXT. HARVESTER/MOON SURFACE 23
The second in a fleet of four Harvesters (this one known as

Mark) collecting lunar soil. The Harvester resembles a tank
and kicks up clouds of dust. Booming, hulking, efficient.
Sam catches up in his Rover and accelerates into the back

of the Harvester up a couple of ramps. An intricate and
dangerous maneuver he executes deftly.
24 INT. HARVESTER/BELLY -- CONTINUOUS 24
Sam is in an area of the Harvester -- a kind of hatch --

not dissimilar to a garage and known as THE BELLY. Once
safely inside Sam closes the door. He is able to breathe in
the Belly without his helmet, which he duly removes.
Sam steps up to a wall of computers. A light is flashing to

indicate one of the pods is filled with Helium3.
Sam does his thing, eventually removing a keg-size pod of

Helium3. He hauls it over to the Rover and sticks it in a
special slot in the equivalent of the Rover’s trunk.
A new pod -- an empty -- replaces the pod Sam just removed.
Sam puts his helmet back on, returns to the Rover, reverses
out of the Harvester carefully.
Sam snakes through the soil on his way back to base, the
tracks of the Rover as sharp as if they had been made
through talcum powder. The Harvester churns into the
distance.
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26 INT. CORRIDOR -- LATER 26
Sam loads the filled pod into a CARGO CONTAINER. The Cargo
Container is about the size of a fridge and can take a
maximum of five pods. There are four pods already inside,
Sam’s new pod taking up the fifth and final slot.
Sam is seated at the Comms Unit recording a message for his

superiors back on Earth.
SAM
Sam Bell reporting to Central.
(less formal)
Overmeyers, Thompson? It’s Sam.
How goes it? I’ve got a full
container of Helium3 ready to
roll. The purity is pretty good,
so assuming your last market
prices are still relevant I think
you are looking at getting about
3 million dollars per kilo with
this load. By the time this
message reaches you it should be
in transit.
(a beat)
Otherwise, everything running
smoothly. There was a discrepancy
between a couple of the N3000
modulators a couple of days ago,
but Gerty and I caught it in
time, no big deal. Uh...how are
things down there?
Sam desperately wants to talk but has nothing very

important to say. Then he remembers something.
SAM (CONT’D)
Oh, and I just wanted to thank
you for sending out the football
feed. Almost felt live!
(getting pissed off)
Seriously, I don’t mean to be an
asshole, but surely replacing one
satellite cant be that fucking
hard! I haven’t been able to
have a conversation with my
wife... My kid can talk now...!
Fuck!
Sam concentrates, getting a grip on his temper.
Two weeks. Two weeks.

(beat)
Hey. Three years is a long haul.
If you guys want to run some
psych evals on me when I get
back, I’m happy to do it. It
ain’t Disney World up here.
(a beat)
That’s it. Over and out.
Sam reaches forward, sends the message.
CUT TO:
28 INT. CORRIDOR -- DAY 28
Sam is loading the Cargo Container into the base’s MAGLEV

LAUNCHER. He works with a sense of routine, far away,
preoccupied.
All of a sudden Sam STOPS. He has the feeling someone is

standing behind him. He slowly turns.
A GIRL is standing in the doorway watching him. She is

perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old. A yellow dress. Long,
wheat-colored hair. Freckles. At once beautiful and
haunting.
Sam gets the FRIGHT of his life. He FLIES against the wall.
WIDEN to reveal Sam and the Girl facing off. Sam POP-EYED
and SHAKING. The Girl IMMOBILE, arms at her sides, head
tilted ever so slightly to one side.
The Cargo Container is sent hurtling through space. A *

TERRIFIC BLAST. It distracts Sam’s attention, breaks his *
stare... *
And just like that, the Girl is gone. Sam is just staring
at an empty doorway. Nothing there.
Sam is baffled. Had to be his imagination. Had to be. After

a few seconds he shakes his head dismissively and continues
working. *
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29 INT. REC ROOM -- DAY 29
Gerty is cutting Sam’s hair.
Sam sitting back in a chair, barber shop style, while the

robot snip-snip-snips away with a pair of scissors. Sam is
gently squeezing a STRESS BALL in his right hand.
GERTY
Sam, is everything okay?
SAM
Everything’s fine, Gerty.
For a moment there is no sound but the snipping scissors,

reminiscent of keys snapping on a typewriter. Then:
SAM (CONT’D)
Why do you ask?
GERTY
You don’t seem like yourself
today.
Sam frowns, contemplative. For a moment we think he is

going to tell Gerty about the Girl he saw earlier -- or
imagined he saw. But he goes with something different.
SAM
It’s Tess.
GERTY
Has something happened?
SAM
No, not exactly.
Gerty stops cutting, lowers the scissors.
GERTY
Sam, what is it?
SAM
Something doesn’t feel right,
that’s all.
A beat. Sam’s fingers twitching around the red stress ball,

squeezing harder.
GERTY
Sam, it might help to talk about
it.
Sam decides to come clean.
SAM
Tess isn’t responding to things.
GERTY
Tess isn’t responding to things?
SAM
Right.
GERTY
What kind of things?
SAM
(a beat)
A couple of weeks ago I asked her
if she wanted to go on vacation
when I get back, and that I was
thinking of either Mexico or
Hawaii.
(MORE)
SAM (CONT'D)
Tess never said anything about
it. Three messages she’s sent me
since...and she’s never once
mentioned the vacation.
GERTY
Im sure she can’t wait, Sam.
SAM
That’s not the point. This is
someone who lives for vacations
and travelling. I thought she’d
jump at the chance for us to go
away -- with Eve, of course --
we’d take Eve.
GERTY
Perhaps Tess didn’t receive the
message?
SAM
(as if anticipating
Gerty’s comment)
But this isn’t the only time it’s
happened, Gerty. When I asked her
how her dad was doing on his new
heart medicine she didn’t respond
to that -- I asked her when Eve
was going to start nursery --
nothing. Had her brother got the
position at the University?
Nothing. Nothing.
Sam is really having a go at the stress ball now.
GERTY
I think her brother did get the
position at the University. His
name is Christopher, correct?
SAM
He did?
GERTY
Yes, I seem to recall he got the
position. Professor of
Biochemistry, I think. At
Syracuse University in New York?
Sam is slightly alarmed that Gerty knows this and he

doesn’t.
SAM
How do you know that?
GERTY
You told me. Some time ago now.
Towards the beginning of your
time on Selene. When we were
starting to get to know each
other.
(a beat)
You were very happy for your
brother-in-law. You danced around
the Rec Room, if I remember
correctly.
Sam looks perturbed. For a few seconds he’d eased up on the

stress ball. He starts up on it again now.
SAM
Gerty, have you heard anything
new about anyone fixing lunar
sat?
GERTY
No Sam. From what I understand
it’s fairly low on the companies
priority list with the Jupiter
mission active. I would imagine *
it would be very expensive to *
fix. *
A pause. Sam still looks troubled.
GERTY (CONT’D)
Sam, are you ok?
SAM
They need to sort that out.
Seriously. I’ve only got two
weeks left. It’s not fair on
whoever’s up here next. Gerty,
you tell them to sort it out.
It’s not healthy.
GERTY
I will Sam. Do you want me to
finish cutting your hair later?
SAM
Nah. Come on. Let’s finish
this.
Gerty resumes cutting Sam’s hair, and stops again, sensing

Sam is going to say something more.
The scissors freeze.

SAM (CONT’D)
I’ve got another one of those
headaches. Can you get me
something for it?
GERTY
Of course. Now?
SAM
No not now, afterwards.
The scissors start up again.
SAM (CONT’D)
Thanks, pal.
CUT TO:
30 INT. REC ROOM -- LATER 30
Sam with a HAIRCUT and a neatly TRIMMED BEARD is sitting

before the Bolser Wood model of the little town.
He is arched over working away with an EXACTO BLADE --

SQUINTING -- whittling a figure out of wood. This is
difficult and complicated work, and over three years Sam
has become highly skilled at it.
Sam can carve an actual person out of wood -- actual

cheekbones, actual throats, actual hands -- it’s
fascinating to watch.
From another room Sam hears the “ping-ping-ping” of an

alarm.
CUT TO:
31 INT. COMMS ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 31
CLOSE UP -- COMMS UNIT
Flashing on the comms unit monitor: “NEW TRANSMISSION.”

There is a small icon of a telephone.
CUT TO:
32 INT. REC ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 32
ON SAM
He carefully puts down the wooden figure and the exacto

blade -- stands and leaves the Rec Room.
Sam sits at the comms unit watching a message from his

superiors, OVERMEYERS and THOMPSON, a purposeful looking
woman in charge and her earnest second.
The two talk RAPIDLY and trade off like a tag team. At
times their tone can be almost bizarrely whimsical.
Overmeyers and Thompson seem to have known Sam for a while,

but even so, there is a practised casualness to the
repartee. It’s a professional friendliness on Overmeyers
part, no more and for Thompson it’s merely an eagerness to
be involved.
OVERMEYERS
Delighted to hear about the
latest shipment, Sam.
THOMPSON
According to Albatross 90 it
should be landing off the
California Coast within the next
three days.
OVERMEYERS
Now in response to your question
about the communications
equipment, the news is not good.
THOMPSON
Sam, those solar storms did a lot
more damage than initially
thought --
OVERMEYERS
Fixing the lunar sat is going to
take some time. It’s a
significant operation.
THOMPSON
And what with the Jupiter Program
hemorrhaging money --
Sam curses to himself. *
OVERMEYERS
Lunar doesn’t have the budget it
once did, Sam, you know that.
THOMPSON
Even the coffee machine down in
the Hub has been broken since I
don’t know when --
OVERMEYERS
We have to go to Genesis 3 just
to get a decent cup of coffee,
Sam. Genesis 3. That’s three
buildings over.
THOMPSON
We’re hoping to get the live feed
up and running by the Fall. The
good news is you’ll be home by
then, Sam.
OVERMEYERS
You only have two weeks to go!
Congrat--
Sam shuts off the message before Overmeyers can pipe out
his last line.
Sam sits before the dead screen -- eyes closed -- taking a

succession of DEEP BREATHS.
CUT TO:
Sam playing Ping-Pong. He has folded up the second half of

the table and is using it as a wall. The sound is rapid and
rhythmic: ca-cluck ca-cluck ca-cluck. Sam taking his
FRUSTRATION out on the little white ball.
CUT TO:
35 INT. BATHROOM -- DAY 35
Sam stands before the toilet urinating. Rather ironically

he is whistling I’m Walking on Sunshine -- focussed ahead
at his reflection in the mirror -- angling his face,
admiring his haircut, his beard.
Then he looks down to flush the toilet and his WHISTLING

abruptly STOPS.
36 INT. BATHROOM\TOILET 36
It looks like someone just poured a glass of CRANBERRY

JUICE into the toilet bowl. Literally. The red urine
clouding the water like a squirt of octopus ink. Yeah, Sam
just pissed blood.
There is a “PING!” and Gerty’s voice crackles from the

intercom.
GERTY’S VOICE
Sam, a transmission has arrived
from your wife.
Sam reaches over and presses the INTERCOM BUTTON.
SAM
Be right there.
And he flushes the toilet.
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37 INT. COMMS ROOM -- DAY 37
Sam sitting before the monitor. He hits the “PLAY” button,

begins watching the message.
ON THE MONITOR: Tess is sitting in a living room talking to

Sam. Tess has a sweet voice, she sounds grounded, like
she’s got a head on her shoulders.
TESS
Hi Sam. It’s me. How are you?
(a beat)
I got your last message, it was
really great to hear your voice.
I know you’ve been really lonely
up there, but in a lot of ways
it’s been good for you, I think.
I hope you don’t mind me saying
that. I’m proud of you.
(a beat)
Hey, someone’s got something to
say.
A WOMAN, possibly a nanny or some form of hired help,

swings a LITTLE GIRL into Tess’s arms. This is EVE, Sam and
Tess’s daughter.
TESS (CONT’D)
Eve, it’s daddy. What did you
want to say to him?
Eve just stares. Tess whispers to her (”Remember what we

practiced”, etc.) Finally Eve attempts:
EVE
Asstraut.
TESS
Who’s an astronaut?
(encouraging)
Go on!
EVE
Daddy asstraut!
Tess laughs. So does Sam.
TESS
That’s right, daddy’s an
astronaut. Clever girl!
Eve fidgets, rubs her nose, distracted.
TESS (CONT’D)
She’s shy. Uh, Cathy, could
you...?
The Maid steps in, hoists Eve away. Tess waits until
they’re out of earshot.
TESS (CONT’D)
It’s her birthday next month. I
thought we’d get her a play house
for the garden. We could even
pick it out together.
A pause. Tess just stares into the camera. She is hundreds

and thousands of miles away, but for a second it feels like
she’s right there in the Comms Room with Sam. It’s
intimate.
She finally shakes her head, self-conscious, shy.
TESS (CONT’D)
God, I hate these things. Sam, I
love you. I’m thinking of you
always. I can’t wait to see you,
sweetheart. Okay. Bye.
And the message ends.
ON SAM: smiling, on the brink of tears.
CUT TO:
38 EXT. THE EARTH -- NIGHT/LATER 38
The Earth at night, illuminated by a glittering spider’s

web of artificial lighting. From the Moon this is one of
the most beautiful sights you’ll ever see.
39 INT. REC ROOM -- SAME 39
Sam is in improved spirits. He pours himself a glass of

juice as Gerty prepares dinner.
SAM
What’s on the menu tonight,
Gerty?
GERTY
Baby back ribs with french fries
and spinach.
SAM
Ribs! Good choice, pal. Fine
choice.
It might be baby back ribs with french fries and spinach,

but it’s made from a packet by adding hot water. Nasty.
Sam sits down with the packet. Digs in with a fork.
SAM (CONT’D)
Oh yeah! Compliments to the chef,
Gerty, this is delicious!
Sam eating ravenously.
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40 INT. GREENHOUSE -- NIGHT 40
Sam is in the Greenhouse pruning plants with a pair of

secateurs. He treads up the aisles slowly, taking time with
each of the plants. CLASSICAL MUSIC plays over the sound
system, Brahms, Beethoven, Bartok, one of the B’s.
Sam HUMS along to the music. A man at peace.
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41 INT. REC ROOM -- NIGHT/LATER 41
Sam is working on his wooden model of the town. Across the

room the Ed Sullivan Show is on TV. Ed’s guest is a very
young Goldie Hawn.
Note: Whenever any TV is watched in the film, it is always

a show from 1970’s America. (Mash, Six Million Dollar Man,
Laugh-In, etc.) No explanation is given for this.
Sam is half-watching the TV, but his focus is chiefly on

the SMALL HOUSE he is carving. And carving beautifully.
After a few seconds he stands and snaps off the TV with a

remote. He crosses to the kitchen section of the Rec Room
to make some tea. The water has just boiled.
As Sam is about to pour the boiling water, tea kettle in

hand, he glances across the Rec Room and sees:
The Girl. She’s taken Sam’s chair before the model. She is
motionless, staring down at the model like she recognizes
one of the little figures walking the tiny streets.
Sam calmly puts the tea kettle down and begins to move
towards the Girl, slowly, cautiously, like he wants to
sneak up on her.
Sam walks right up to the Girl and reaches out his hand...
SAM
And then we CUT to Sam standing in the kitchen. Over by the

model there is no sign of the Girl. The chair is empty.
She’s gone. Her sitting there, Sam’s walk across the room --
apparently he imagined it all.
Sam looks down. The tea kettle is dangling at an angle and

BOILING WATER is DRIBBLING onto his left hand.
Simultaneously: Sam SNAPS his hand AWAY, Sam SCREAMS. The

tea kettle CLATTERS to the floor.
Sam HURRIES to the sink and jerks his hand under a stream
of cold water. Cursing under his breath the whole time:
“Shit, piss, fuck...”
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42 INT. INFIRMARY -- LATER 42
Sam sits in a chair as Gerty tends to his scolded left

hand. It’s a nasty burn.
SAM
I’m going to feel that for a
while, aren’t I, Gerty?
(then)
Damn it.
Gerty applies a translucent balm to the burn.
GERTY
Sam, can I ask how it happened?
SAM
I told you, I saw something on
the TV and spilled boiling water
on my hand.
GERTY
You saw something on the TV?
SAM
(a touch petulant)
Yeah, something on the TV
distracted me, Gerty, what’s
wrong with that?
A pause. Gerty is wrapping Sam’s hand with a bandage.
GERTY
Sam, you said it was the TV that
distracted you, but when I came
in the TV wasn’t on.
Gerty has caught him out. Sam knows it.
GERTY (CONT’D)
Perhaps you were imagining
things?
Gerty has hit the nail on the head, in a way that makes Sam
feel a little uneasy. Is there something Gerty knows that
Sam doesn’t?
CUT TO:
43 INT. THE SLEEPING QUARTERS -- NIGHT 43
Sam asleep in bed.
44 SAM’S DREAM 44
Sam making love to Tess. We remain very close to their

bodies in bed. The background a blur. No sound. It’s all
flesh and white sheets. Sensual, delicate, intense. We feel
almost intrusive watching.
45 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS -- MORNING 45
Sam wakes up and lunges across the bed to shut off his
alarm clock. We notice a WHITE BANDAGE on the hand that he
scolded.
Afterwards: Sam lies back, watching the ceiling, groggy,

reflective, still surfacing from his dream.
And then OVER THIS: The sound from the opening of the film,
THE TREADMILL, and we
CUT TO:
Sam on his morning run.

47 INT. REC ROOM -- MORNING/LATER 47
Gerty is making breakfast. Sam enters, fresh from the

shower.
SAM
Morning, Gerty.
GERTY
Morning, Sam. How are you today?
SAM
Fine. Fine.
GERTY
How’s the hand?
SAM
It’s a little sore.
Gerty pops the radio on. Just another morning on Selene.
CUT TO:
48 INT. MONITORING STATION -- MORNING/LATER 48
Sam sitting before The Old Man doing his daily log entry. A
CLOCK is running on the monitor.
SAM
Readouts are as follows: Matthew,
9.8 Miles...
Suddenly the monitor BLIPS -- a BLAST of STATIC -- and Sam

SEES himself talking on the monitor. It appears to be a
previous log entry.
SAM (CONT’D)
Luke...7.3 miles...wow, better
look into Luke...
But bizarrely, the Sam talking on the monitor has long hair
pulled back into a ponytail -- and no beard --
And then another BLIP -- another BLAST of STATIC -- and

the screen turns completely BLACK.
A single word begins to flash in the center of the screen:

“ERROR.”
The word flashes three times -- before the screen returns

to normal, the CLOCK running again.
It all happened so quickly Sam wonders if he didn’t just

imagine it. After an awkward pause he simply continues the
original log entry.
SAM (CONT’D)
Mark, 11 miles on the button...
CLOSE UP -- RED LIGHT
Pulsing. Going “ping-ping-ping.”
49 INT. MONITORING STATION -- LATER/MORNING 49
Sam stands across the room with a mug of coffee, peers up

at the Big Board, sees that the alarm belongs to Matthew.
He crosses to the INTERCOM, speaks into it.
SAM
Gerty, looks like we’ve got a
live one out on Matthew. I
wondered what was taking him so
long, the old fart. I’m heading
out in a few minutes, just going
to finish my coffee.
GERTY’S VOICE
Okay, Sam.
CUT TO:
50 I/E. ROVER/MOON SURFACE -- MORNING 50
Sam at the wheel in his space suit, speeding towards the

first of the Harvesters, known as MATTHEW.
HARVESTER/MATTHEW
As Sam gets closer to the Harvester, he suddenly sees

something:
The Girl.
She is standing maybe a hundred yards away in her yellow

dress, resembling a FLAME or a FLOWER in the barren and
colorless landscape. She appears to be staring directly at
Sam’s rover.
SAM
His face unfolding with panic, alarm, curiosity. An

intense, yearning, curiosity.
He drives closer.
But like in a dream, Sam can’t seem to make up any distance

between the Rover and the Girl. He CRUSHES the accelerator
peddle.
For a moment Sam drives right alongside the Harvester,

clouds of lunar dust being kicked up, cascading against the
side window. But Sam is looking away from the Harvester,
focussed on the Girl.
ON SAM: He doesn’t notice Matthew (The Harvester) suddenly

veer RIGHT, slamming into the side of the Rover and causing
Sam to lose control.
The steering wheel swings left and right as Sam desperately

tries to STRAIGHTEN the path of the vehicle, but a split
second later the Rover is FLIPPED like a matchbox, and SPUN
into the path of the Harvester -- a HIDEOUS SCREECH of
MANGLED METAL -- the Rover gobbled up by the front of the
Harvester, DEVOURED.
The Rover is JAMMED under the Harvester’s monstrous AXLE,

resembling a crushed beer can in a fist -- and with a BIG,
BOOMING GROAN the Harvester slides to a STANDSTILL.
WIDE SHOT: Silence. The Harvester stationary. The Rover

caught beneath it.
No sign of the Girl.
CUT TO:
BLACK.
Silence. Hold it for five seconds and then
51 A BLUR 51
Eyelids fluttering, bright light, at first broken up,

filtered, as if viewed through a Kaleidoscope. Slowly
shapes and impressions begin to form and we know where we
are.
It’s the Infirmary.
52 INT. INFIRMARY -- DAY 52
A CLEAN SHAVEN and drugged-up Sam is sitting up in bed,

propped with a pillow. Sam doesn’t have a scratch on his
face, but has clearly been through a terrifying ordeal.
Gerty is bedside.
SAM
Where am I?
GERTY
Sam, you’re in the Infirmary. You
had an accident.
Sam looks bewildered -- he desperately racks his brain,

trying to locate the memory.
GERTY (CONT’D)
Do you remember what happened?
SAM
No.
(a beat)
I don’t remember a thing.
Sam just stares back at Gerty, not so much as a flicker of

recognition.
GERTY
Do you remember me?
SAM
Yes, of course I remember you,
Gerty.
GERTY
That’s good. That’s very good.
It’s nice to see you awake again.
(a beat)
I’d like to keep you under
observation here in the Infirmary
for a few days and run some
tests.
A pause. Sam taking it all in. Eventually:
SAM
How long have I been out?
GERTY
Not long. Sam, go back to sleep.
You’re still very tired. We can
talk later.
Sam closes his eyes, sinking deeper into his pillow.
CUT TO:
Sam asleep in bed. Gerty is scanning his head with a small

instrument resembling a camcorder.
There are READOUTS on a monitor showing blood flow, oxygen

levels and glucose metabolism in the tissues of Sam’s
brain.
CUT TO:
54 EXT. MOON -- DAY 54
LUKE, one of the Harvesters, crossing the lunar landscape

at HALF SPEED.
55 INT. INFIRMARY 55
Sam wakes up from an extended nap. He thrusts his fists

into his eyes like a child, yawns ferociously.
SAM
Gerty?
No sign of the robot. Sam is feeling well enough to walk.

He swings his legs out of bed, begins to plod around the
room. He is tentative at first, slow, as if walking is
something he is having to learn from scratch.
Eventually when he is moving fluidly he goes to the door

and pokes his head out into the corridor.
56 INT. CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS 56
Sam peers around. From another room he can hear the faint
drone of VOICES. One of these voices belongs to Gerty. The
other voices are deeper, faster, human.
SAM
Gerty?
The voices continue. Intrigued, Sam PRESSES ON down the

corridor.
ON SAM
As he walks up the corridor in the direction of the Comms

Room. Sam is close enough now that he can actually hear the
conversation.
Sam arrives at the door of the Comms Room and peers in.
GERTY (0.S)
These were extraordinary
circumstances, as you know --
57 INT. COMMS ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 57
Gerty is installed at the Comms Unit. Thompson and

Overmeyers are on the screen.
The moment Gerty sees Sam he shuts off the monitor and the
screen fizzes to black, Thompson and Overmeyers vanishing.
Strange: Gerty appeared to have a live feed.
GERTY
Sam, you’re out of bed.
SAM
I wanted to stretch my legs.
(then)
What was that?
GERTY
Not talking. No. We’ve been
having some problems with the
lunar sat and our live feed seems
to be down. I was recording a
video message for Central
updating them on your progress.
(a beat)
Sam, you need to stay in bed.
You’re not ready to walk around
yet.
Sam nods vaguely, turns around and heads back to the

Infirmary slowly.
CUT TO:
Sam watching TV -- The Muppet Show, the “Pigs in Space”

sketch -- and eating dinner. He’s not laughing.
Sam hunched over the infirmary’s stainless steel wash basin

giving himself a shave. He hits the razor on the side of
the basin -- tap tap tap -- like a conductor with a baton.
CUT TO:
Sam is seated at a table. Frankly he looks better now than

he did before the accident.
Perhaps it’s the rosy hue of his freshly shaven face. He

certainly looks younger. A man revitalized, a man mended.
Gerty is giving Sam something very similar to an IQ Test.

Sam has just arranged a series of blocks into an L-shaped
tower.
GERTY
Excellent, Sam.
SAM
How much longer do I have to be
in here, Gerty?
GERTY
Sam, you suffered minor brain
damage in the crash. This has
resulted in memory loss and
slight logic impairment.
SAM
When can I get back to work?
GERTY
Central has asked me to slow down
the Harvesters to ensure you have
time to recuperate and get your
strength back --
SAM
(dryly, exasperated)
Terrific.
GERTY
The good news is you can return
to the sleeping quarters
tomorrow. But it will still be a
few more days before you can
resume anything like a normal
work schedule.
Sam’s face taught with irritation. He isn’t happy.
Gerty gives him the next puzzle to solve. WE MOVE IN ON

SAM’S LEFT HAND as he takes the puzzle, the same hand he
scolded in an earlier scene.
The BANDAGE is GONE and the BURN appears to have completely

HEALED.
CUT TO:
Sam walking down the corridor in the direction of the

Sleeping Quarters. He stops at a RED LIGHT on the corridor
wall, beneath it the word, “EXIT DOORS.”
He’s locked inside the base.
Sam pulls a face, disgruntled, continues down the corridor.
62 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS -- CONTINUOUS 62
Sam takes in the New York Jets poster on the wall and walks
over to the bed -- studies his lucky tambourine and the
glass jar of lunar rock samples -- like he’s trying to
reacquaint himself with his own belongings.
His eyes arrive on the red stress ball. Sam scoops up the
ball and PITCHES it at the wall like he expects the thing
to bounce back to him. The stress ball doesn’t bounce back,
simply hits the wall with a dull THUD and DROPS to the
FLOOR.
CUT TO:
63 EXT. THE MOON -- DAY 63
A desolation special. The blacker than black sky above.

None of the ingredients of life. On Earth we have
rainforests, and flowers, and birds. We have color. Up here
we realize how lucky we are. The base is lit by large
halogen comfort lights, alone in the lunar desert. This is
a lunar night.
CUT TO:
64 INT. MONITORING STATION -- MORNING 64
Sam sitting before The Old Man doing a few innocuous tasks,
collecting readouts, slurping a cup of coffee. Gerty is
within ear shot. *
Sam sees something that pulls him CLOSER to the monitor.
SAM *
Gerty, do you know about this?
Gerty approaches. Sam taps the screen.
SAM (CONT’D)
Matthew’s got no velocity read-
out. He’s completely still.
GERTY (O.S.) *
He must have stalled.
Sam gives Gerty a look. That’s not good.

65 INT. COMMS ROOM -- LATER 65
Sam is recording a message for Central.
SAM
There’s no way to tell from here
if a track’s been thrown, or if
it’s just something jammed in an
axle, or what... I can shoot out
there, check it out, get some
video and maybe save you guys the
expense of floating in a whole
crew! I know how tight money is
right now....
Sam really frustrated now. He feels cooped up, stir crazy,

idle.
SAM (CONT’D)
Just give me the word -- or Gerty
the word, tell him to unlock the
exit doors -- and I’ll go out and
get Matthew up and running again.
(a beat)
That’s it. Over and out.
Sam sends the message.
CUT TO:
Sam enters the Rec Room, looks around, his eyes settling on
the model of the town.
Sam sits down in front of the model, staring -- he picks up

the HOUSE he was carving earlier -- studies it carefully.
CUT TO:
Sam and Gerty are seated at the Comms Unit watching a video
message from Central. Sam is holding a carved HOUSE,
examining it as he listens to the video.
The familiar faces of Overmeyers and Thompson on the

screen, shoulder to shoulder, the two looking more like
vultures right now than lizards.
THOMPSON
Sam, we appreciate the offer, but
you concentrate on feeling
better.
SAM
(muttering, vexed)
Oh for Christ’s sake...
OVERMEYERS
We don’t want you to take any
unnecessary risks. You’re too
important to us.
THOMPSON
You’re to stay put, understand?
OVERMEYERS
It’s an order.
THOMPSON
It’s an order, Sam. From Lunar.
Stay put.
OVERMEYERS
We’re going to send a Rescue Unit
to tend to the stalled harvester
and get the base back on its
feet.
SAM
(incensed)
Why?
The message ends. Sam turns to Gerty, irate, the message as

good as a kick in the balls.
GERTY
I’m sorry Sam.
Sam stares at Gerty.
GERTY (CONT’D)
Sam, I am under strict orders not
to let you outside.
Sam throws the half completed wood carving in his hand at

the other end of the room, breaking it. He FLIES to his
feet -- growling with frustration -- STORMS out of the
room.
CUT TO:
68 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS -- MORNING 68
Sam asleep in bed.

69 SAM’S TROUBLED DREAM 69 *
Sam and Tess making love. We remain very close to their

bodies in bed. The background a blur. It’s the same dream
we saw earlier.
Something is different though. *
We drift past Sam and Tess, and under the sheets of the *
bed. *
Down between their entwined feet huddles a bearded, wide- *

eyed Sam, staring directly at us from under the sheets at *
the end of the bed! *
CUT TO:
70 INT. REC ROOM 70
Sam is quietly eating breakfast, lost in thought. Gerty *

puttering around in the background. The radio drones away.
Sam is seated at the Comms Unit watching a message from

Tess.
We assume this is an old message since Tess is heavily

PREGNANT.
Her slender hands are spread over her prodigious belly as

she beams at the camera.
TESS
He’s kicking...or she’s kicking.
I’m certain he’s a boy. I wish
you could feel it.
(a beat, shifting)
I think we made the right choice,
Sam. I really do. We need some
time apart. We got stuck. That
happens in marriages sometimes.
It’s nothing terrible.
(then)
Well listen, I love you lots --
and we’ll talk soon, okay? Bye
Sam.
A POP and Tess is gone -- the monitor filled with STATIC.

Sam sits staring into space. Tess’ message seems to have
agitated him.
SAM
Fuck it.
He JUMPS from his chair and HEADS OUT of the Comms Room at
pace.
72 INT. REC ROOM 72
Sam strides in -- swipes a KNIFE from beside the wooden

model -- strides out again.
73 INT. CORRIDOR 73
Sam glances left and right -- making sure there’s no sign

of Gerty -- then begins to PRY open a VENT with the knife.
Once the vent is removed he reaches deep inside and YANKS

out a bundle of interwoven WIRES -- Sam bends the wires
around the BLADE of the knife -- and CUTS.
GAS ISSUES from the cut wires. An ALARM sounds.
Sam hides the knife away, shouts down the corridor:
SAM
Gerty! Get over here! Quickly!
Gerty comes out of the Monitoring Station and SHUTTLES down

the corridor.
GERTY
What happened?
SAM
Don’t know -- Micro meteorites,
maybe? Either way there might be
damage to the exterior shell. I’d
better go outside and take a
look.
GERTY
There is no damage to the
exterior shell.
SAM
It’s not that I don’t believe
you, Gerty, but the inner skin is
springing leaks like an ACME fire
hose. Maybe you better let me
take a look, just in case, huh?
GERTY
Sam, I’m not supposed to let you
go outside.
SAM
Then let’s keep it between you
and me then. Ok?
The robot takes an inordinate amount of time to think this

through. The syrupy gas distorts the light as it collects
at Sam’s ankles. Gerty’s arms work away as they speedily
repair the damage Sam has done. Finally:
GERTY
Okay, Sam.
The “Exit Doors” LIGHT turns from RED to GREEN. For Sam
this is like the BLAST of a STARTING PISTOL -- he
immediately takes off down the corridor --
74 INT. CHANGING AREA 74
Sam finds his space suit is gone, so grabs the spare suit
and scrambles into it.
75 INT. DOCK 75
Two Rovers parked side by side. One of the parking bays is

EMPTY. Sam stands before the empty bay for a moment -- why
is one of the Rovers missing?
If Sam suspected something was wrong before, he is certain

of it now. He climbs into one of the two remaining Rovers.
Sam speeding along in the Rover. He has Matthew’s

coordinates plugged into his Navigation System and is
following a MAP on a small monitor.
77 EXT. MOON -- CONTINUOUS 77
Sam heading towards the stalled Harvester. It soon becomes

apparent that there is something STUCK under the front of
the Harvester’s AXLE. A second later it is apparent what
that something is: inevitably, it’s the MISSING ROVER.
Sam slows his Rover down, approaching the scene with

CAUTION. He parks a few feet away from the wreck and opens
the door of his Rover, stepping outside gingerly.
ONE SIXTH GRAVITY is like walking on a trampoline. Sam

takes long strides, bobbing over to the front of the
Harvester to take a closer look, his boots leaving deep
FOOTPRINTS in the lunar soil.
THE FRONT OF THE HARVESTER
The crashed Rover is exactly as we left it after the

accident, mangled, crushed, captured beneath the trundles
of the Harvester. Sam peers closer and sees that there is
an UNCONSCIOUS MAN in a Lunar Industries space suit trapped
inside.
Sam can’t see the man’s face -- he has his back to Sam, his
body sprawled across the passenger seat like he’s searching
for loose change on the floor of the vehicle.
With great effort Sam manages to prize the Rover’s door

open. He reaches inside and begins to pull the man out --
Sam’s sheer ADRENALINE giving him the strength of a YETI.
Sam DRAGS the unconscious man away from the crashed Rover,
his body leaving a big TRACK MARK in the gray soil. Sam
takes a second to catch his breath, then leans down and
turns the unconscious man onto his back.
He BRUSHES DUST from the glass of the man’s HELMET, leans

down even closer.
CLOSE UP -- THE MAN
Through his helmet we see a BLOODY and BEARDED SAM. Sam as

we remember him. The Sam from the opening twenty minutes of
the film.
Sam’s face as the PANIC, the ALARM, the SHOCK, the

REALIZATION hit him like a wrecking ball: this man he has
just pulled out of the crashed Rover is himself.
WIDE SHOT -- THE STALLED HARVESTER
Sam gathers his wits and manages to lift the unconscious

Sam up over his shoulder, fireman’s lift style, taking him
to the parked Rover.
CUT TO:
78 INT. DOCK -- A FEW MINUTES LATER 78
Sam drives the Rover into the Dock, flies out and removes
his space helmet, screaming:
SAM
Gerty! Gerty! Help!
He reaches into the Rover, lifting out the unconscious Sam.

He carries him in both arms, staggering across the dock --
back arched, arms beginning to sag -- and into the
corridor.
79 INT. CORRIDOR 79
Sam promptly collapses and DROPS the unconscious Sam onto

the floor.
SAM
Gerty!
Gerty approaches, gliding along his rail. Sam is freaking

out big time, exhausted, panic-stricken, bewildered.
SAM (CONT’D)
I found him outside by the
stalled harvester. Who is he?
What the fuck is going on?
A pause. Gerty literally seems lost for words.
SAM (CONT’D)
(demanding an answer)
Gerty!
GERTY
We need to get him to the
Infirmary.
SAM
Not until you tell me who he is!
GERTY
Sam, we need to get him to the
Infirmary immediately.
Sam SCOOPS the unconscious Sam up off the ground and lifts
him towards the INFIRMARY -- staggering -- stumbling --
going:
SAM
Who is he! Who is he!
Sounding like some deranged homeless man. Gerty gliding

alongside him.
CUT TO:
Lying in the Infirmary bed, propped on a pillow, is the

first Sam, the bearded Sam, who we will now refer to as SAM
1.
He has a wicked black eye and a purple bruise on the right

side of his face, looks like he was on the losing end of a
brawl.
He has a DRIP stuck in his arm and a tangle of WIRES

attached to his bare chest. A MACHINE is BEEPING away.
Gerty hovers over him, redressing the BANDAGE on Sam 1’s

left hand, the one he scolded a while back.
Sam 1’s eyes pop open, he is awake, staring directly at

Gerty.
GERTY
Hello Sam.
(a beat)
How are you feeling?
SAM 1
Where am I?
GERTY
The Infirmary. You had an
accident out by one of the
harvesters. Do you remember?
For a second this is playing out like the other Infirmary

scene. A case of deja-vu.
Sam 1’s eyes twitch as he catalogues through his memory.

Yes he remembers the crash. He remembers something else,
too.
SAM 1
I saw someone out there, Gerty.
GERTY
Who did you see, Sam?
Just then Sam 1 notices the other Sam -- the more current,
clean-shaven Sam -- who we will now refer to as SAM 2. He
is standing against the wall watching Sam 1.
SAM 1
I saw a girl.
GERTY
You saw a girl out by the
harvester? How is that possible?
Sam 1 continues to stare at Sam 2, hardly believing his

eyes.
GERTY (CONT’D)
Sam, you suffered a slight
concussion in the crash and have
incurred minor injuries, but all
in all the prognosis is good. I’m
happy to see you again.
As he says this Sam 2 crosses slowly from one side of the

room to the other, never taking his eyes off Sam 1. It’s
like Sam 2 is purposefully keeping his distance, reluctant,
afraid even, to approach any closer.
Meanwhile Sam 1 is beginning to look spooked.
SAM 1
Gerty?
GERTY
Yes, Sam?
SAM 1
Is there someone in the room with
us?
GERTY
Yes.
SAM 1
Who is he?
But Sam 1 knows exactly who it is. He’s seen that face
every morning of his life in the bathroom mirror.
GERTY
Sam, get some sleep. You’re very
tired.
Sam 2 wordlessly walks out of the room.
Sam 1’s eyes shift to Gerty, the spooked expression yet to

leave his face.
CUT TO:
Sam 1 hobbling along, in addition to his facial injuries he

injured his knee in the crash and is walking with a slight
LIMP. The camera TRACKING behind Sam 1 as he swings along
and stops at
83 INT. REC ROOM -- CONTINUOUS 83
Sam 1 in the doorway, he peers in.

Seated before the TV watching The Newlywed Game, Sam 2. He

turns from the TV and shares a LONG LOOK with Sam 1.
Finally:
SAM 1
Hi.
Sam 2 just nods. He turns back to the TV.
Sam 1 continues on down the corridor.
Gerty is studying lunar rock samples through a microscope.

Sam 1 enters.
SAM 1
Gerty, what the hell is going on?
Who is that guy in the Rec Room?
Where did he come from?
Why does he look like me?
Sam 1 is perplexed, but not freaking out, not yet anyway.
GERTY
Sam, you’re out of bed.
SAM 1
Yes, Gerty, I’m out of bed. Who
is the guy in the rec room?
GERTY
Sam Bell.
Sam 1 is officially FREAKING OUT now.
SAM 1
Who the fuck is in the rec room,
Gerty!?
GERTY
You are Sam Bell.
A long pause. Sam 1 at the point of tears.
GERTY (CONT’D)
Sam, what is it? It might help
to talk about it.
SAM 1
I don’t understand what’s
happening, Gerty. I think I may
be losing my mind.
GERTY
We could run some tests.
(a beat)
I haven’t reported anything to
central, Sam. They don’t know
you were recovered alive from the
accident.
SAM 1
Recovered alive? What do you
mean? Why haven’t you reported
to central?
GERTY
I’m here to keep you safe, Sam.
I want to help you. Are you
hungry?
Sam 1 merely nods at this, turning and plodding out of the

room, seemingly in a DAZE.
85 INT. CORRIDOR 85
Sam 1 comes out of the Monitoring Station, passes the Rec

Room without looking in.
86 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS -- CONTINUOUS 86
Sam 2 has taken over the room. The same belongings, of

course, but there’s a different energy. For one thing it’s
very untidy; looks like the bedroom of an unruly teenager.
Sam 1 stands in the doorway, taking it in.
Wordlessly Sam 1 begins to tidy the room. He seems almost

RELIEVED to be able to lose himself temporarily in this
physical activity -- making the bed, folding clothes, etc.
CUT TO:
87 INT. REC ROOM 87
Sam 2 has stopped watching TV and is now seated at a table

playing solitaire. Sam 1 appears in the doorway.
Sam 2 looks up. The energy bristling with tension.
SAM 1
You’re Sam Bell.
Sam 2 doesn’t answer, goes back to his cards.
Sam 1 enters with CAUTION, takes a seat across the room,

purposefully keeping his distance.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
I’m Sam Bell, too.
SAM 2
Yeah.
Sam 1 nods. A beat.
SAM 1
This is fucked up.
SAM 2
Completely.
Sam 2 slapping down cards. Sam 1 desperately attempts to

put together a coherent thought.
SAM 1
Why... What are you?
For a second we don’t think Sam 2 is going to respond.

Then:
SAM 2
I’m a clone, Sam. Im a fucking
clone.
SAM 1
How long have you been here?
SAM 2
About a week.
A beat.
SAM 1
How are you getting on?
SAM 2
(repeating the question
slowly)
How am I getting on?
(then)
The company ordered Gerty to lock
all the exits. I haven’t been
able to do anything for seven
days but sit on my ass.
SAM 1
They locked all the exits? What
about the harvesters?
SAM 2
Slowed them down to half speed,
apparently.
(MORE)
SAM 2 (CONT'D)
And then when I finally trick
Gerty into letting me outside I
find a clone of myself in a
crashed rover. How am I getting
on? Oh I’m loving it.
SAM 1
I’m not a clone.
SAM 2
Ok, Sam. You’re not a clone.
SAM 1
You’re the clone.
CUT TO:
88 INT. GREENHOUSE - LATER 88
The two Sam’s are inspecting plants.
SAM 2
How long have you been here?
SAM 1
Almost three years.
SAM 2
Hence the Captain’s beard.
SAM 1
(with a smile)
Right.
SAM 2
I didn’t know it could get so
thick. Does it itch?
SAM 1
No, not really.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
Listen, I wanted to say thank-
you. If it wasn’t for you I’d
still be out there in the crashed
rover. You saved my life.
(then)
Will you shake my hand?
Sam 2 hesitates, eventually shakes Sam 1’s hand. Meanwhile

Sam 1 is staring at his clone, astonished.
SAM 2
(self-conscious)
What?
SAM 1
You look just like me. It’s
incredible.
SAM 2
Why do I look like you? Why don’t
you look like me?
SAM 1
We look like each other, I guess.
This final line intended as a kind of truce.
CUT TO:
Sam 1 and Sam 2 are folding the Ping-Pong table down so

they can have a real game.
PING-PONG
The two Sams playing Ping-Pong. It’s slightly competitive,

but mainly they are just happy to take their minds off
their situation for half an hour.
SAM 1
Your serve.
SAM 2
Score?
SAM 1
Two points to eighteen.
SAM 2 *
Fuck! *
Sam 2 slaps his paddle on his thigh, his temper creeping up *

on him. He catches Sam’s eye. Gets a grip. Sam 1 is a *
better player than Sam 2. He’s been up here longer. He’s
had more practice.
After the game, the two Sams are sprawled in their seats,
sweaty, flushed, energized. They sit before the model of
the town.
SAM 2
How long did it take you to do
this?
SAM 1
I don’t remember doing all of it.
I remember when I did the church
and the Salvation Army. And a few
of the people. My mind’s been
acting kind of weird lately,
though.
SAM 2
It’s Fairfield, right?
(pointing)
There’s Town Hall.
SAM 1
Uh-huh. You know Fairfield?
(also pointing)
That’s the Baskin&Robbins. And
there’s Tess and Eve. Do you know
Tess?
The mention of their wife has stopped the conversation in

its tracks. Sam 2 immediately drops into deep melancholy.
SAM 2
Yes. I know Tess.
SAM 1
You know about Eve, right?
It is obvious from Sam 2’s expression that he doesn’t.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
We had a girl.
SAM 2
We did?
(beat)
She thought she was going to have
a boy. She was so sure.
(then)
Eve?
Sam 1 nods.
SAM 1
She’s beautiful. She’s really
beautiful.
SAM 2
How much did she weigh? Isn’t
that what you’re supposed to ask,
how much did she weigh?
SAM 1
Nine pounds, eleven ounces.
Sam 2 doesn’t know what to do with the news: on the one

hand he is jubilant, on the other he’s a clone, the baby
technically isn’t even his.
All of a sudden there is a “PING!” From the Intercom

speaker:
GERTY’S VOICE
Sam, a message has arrived from
Central.
Sam 1 and Sam 2 share a look, then together SPRING from

their chairs.
CUT TO:
Sam 1 and Sam 2 seated before the Comms Unit. Sam 1 hits
the “Play” button. Overmeyers and Thompson appear on the
screen.
OVERMEYERS
Greetings, Sam!
THOMPSON
How’s our Man? Feeling better?
OVERMEYERS
You getting lots of rest?
THOMPSON
Yeah, you resting up, Sam? You’d
better be you bastard.
OVERMEYERS
Enjoy it while it lasts! We’ve
got good news.
THOMPSON
The Jupiter Program had to be put
on hiatus, so we’ve got a few
free pairs of hands --
OVERMEYERS
We’ve managed to secure you a
Rescue Unit ahead of schedule.
THOMPSON
Rescue Unit Eliza.
A SHOT/STILL PHOTO of Rescue Unit ELIZA. A meaner group of

sons-of-bitches you have never seen. These guys make the
rescue team from Apocalypse Now look like The New Kids on
the Block.
OVERMEYERS
They’ve been stationed on Goliath
19 for the last couple of months.
THOMPSON (O.S.)
Eliza’s been in transit for the
last day....we expect them to
reach you in approximately 14
hours.
OVERMEYERS (O.S.)
Commence to jump for joy!
THOMPSON (O.S.)
You’ll be back to work in no
time.
Now back on Overmeyers and Thompson.
OVERMEYERS
Eliza is bringing you something
special, Sam. Compliments of the
company.
THOMPSON
A hooker!
OVERMEYERS
No not a hooker. What’s wrong
with you? It’s a little something
to drink, Sam, that’s all, our
way of patting you on the back
for all that you’ve been through.
THOMPSON
In the meantime, keep resting up,
and hang in there.
OVERMEYERS
Yeah you hang in there, Sam. Over
and out.
And the screen pops to black. A pause.
For a moment there is silence, neither of the Sams knowing

how to react -- going by the message Thompson and
Overmeyers don’t know anything about there being two Sams
on the base now.
SAM 1
They’re sending a Rescue Unit?
Why?
SAM 2
To fix the stalled harvester.
They didn’t think I was up to it.
SAM 1
Then I’m going back.
Sam 2 gives Sam 1 a perplexed look.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
I’ve done my three years. That’s
it for me --
Sam 2 is shaking his head slowly.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
What?
SAM 2
Is that what you really think?
SAM 1
I’ve got a contract --
SAM 2
You’re a fucking clone! You don’t
have shit!
At once Sam 1 and Sam 2 ROCKET to their feet -- right in

each others faces, on the BRINK of BLOWS.
SAM 1
I’m going home!
SAM 2
You’re not going anywhere!
Sam 1 turns around, heads out of the room. Sam 2 STORMS

after him, TALKING the whole time --
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
You’ve been up here too long,
man! You’ve lost the plot!
Gerty shuttles along after them.
92 INT. CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS 92
Sam 1 presses down the corridor, Sam 2 tailing right behind

him.
SAM 2
What, you think Tess is back home
waiting for you? What about the
original Sam?
SAM 1
I’m the original! I’m Sam
fucking Bell! Me! Me!
Sam 1, stress ball pumping away in his hand, spots Gety and
angrily faces him.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
Gerty, am I a clone?
Gerty doesn’t know which way to look.
GERTY
Yes, Sam.
Sam 1 ducks in the Rec Room, Sam 2 in tow.
93 INT. REC ROOM 93
Sam 1 takes his old seat before the model. Sam 2 stands
over him.
SAM 2
What about the other clones?
“Other clones?” Sam 1 just stares back.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Yeah, we might not be the first
two to be woken up.
(indicating the model)
You said that thing had already
been started when you got here.
Well, who started it?
(then)
There might be other clones up
here right now. Think about it.
How did I get here so quickly *
after your crash? They didn’t
ship me in from Central, there
wasn’t time. I must have come
from the base.
SAM 1
That’s ridiculous. Impossible. *
Why would hey do that? *
SAM 2
I bet there’s some kind of secret
room --
SAM 1
(laughing)
Secret room?
SAM 2
Yeah, secret room, why not?
SAM 1 *
(losing his cool) *
You’re the one who’s lost the
plot! I’ve been here for three
years. I know every inch of this
base. I know how many dust fibres
are between those wall panels
over there -- why would they do *
that?! *
SAM 2 *
Look. It’s a company, right? *
They have investors, shareholders *
-- shit like that. What’s *
cheaper? Spending time and money *
training new personnel or just *
have a couple of spares here to *
do the job. If they make it *
through their contract, great. *
If they don’t, hallelujah! No *
contract completion fees, no *
retirement package. Just thaw out *
the spare, and keep the profits *
rolling in. It’s the far side of *
the Moon, Sam! The tight fuck’s *
haven’t even fixed our *
communications satellite. *
SAM 1 *
Tess would know. *
SAM 2 *
Do you really think they give a *
shit about us? They’re laughing *
all the way to the bank! *
SAM 1 *
Tess would know what’s going on! *
She wouldn’t let that happen! *
SAM 2 *
(exhasperated) *
There’s some area we don’t know *
about. I’m going to find it. *
Sam 1 shakes his head dismissively, picks up the wooden

house, starts whittling.
Meanwhile Sam 2 has left the room.
94 INT. MONITORING STATION -- QUICK CUTS 94
Sam 2 in the Monitoring Station checking wall panels,

reaching his hand inside cubbies and feeling around deep
inside, SEARCHING.
95 INT. CORRIDOR -- QUICK CUTS 95
Sam 2 moving along the corridor, pressing his ear against

panels, tapping with his finger --
96 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS -- QUICK CUTS 96
Sam 2 RAMPAGES through the Sleeping Quarters, pushes the

bed aside, lifts the mattress, goes tearing through a
closet, ripping clothes from hangers, checks the back
panel.
97 INT. REC ROOM 97
Sam 2 has come full circle. He shifts the ping pong table,
goes through cabinets in the kitchen, feels inside --
Sam 1 half-whittling, half-watching.
SAM 1
I told you.
SAM 2
Shut-up!
Finally Sam 2 arrives before the model.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Get out of the way.
SAM 1
Why?
SAM 2
I want to check underneath there.
SAM 1
You’re not moving the model.
SAM 2
Get the fuck out of my way!
Sam 1 stands, keeps his ground.
SAM 1
No.
Sam 1 is still holding the knife. Though he’s not about to

use it, both Sams are aware that it’s there.
Suddenly Sam 2 LUNGES for the knife; an INTENSE STRUGGLE

ensues -- TEETH CLENCHED, sputtering BREATHS -- the two
Sams less clones right now than ANIMALS.
Sam 2 is able to loosen Sam 1’s grip on the knife --

flinging the weapon across the room -- and SWINGS Sam 1 up
against the wall.
Now Sam 2 turns to face the model. Using BOTH HANDS he

lifts the model up HIGH over his HEAD and PUSHES the entire
thing UPSIDE DOWN. A massive CRASH.
There is nothing there but the bare table.
Sam 1 comes up behind Sam 2 with his nose SPEWING BLOOD,

wraps both arms around Sam 2’s neck. Sam 2 elbows him in
the ribs -- a quick, controlled jab -- SPINS around,
manages to secure Sam 1 in an arm lock.
But suddenly there is no struggle coming from Sam 1: he’s

stopped fighting. Sam 2 removes him from the headlock --
notices his arm is SMUDGED with Sam 1’s BLOOD --
SAM 2
You okay?
Sam 1 has remained bent over, like he’s cast in stone,

blood RAINING from his face and POOLING at his feet thick
and fast.
Sam 2 just staring, as freaked as he is baffled.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
I hardly touched you.
Now he tries to help Sam 1.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Let me see.
Sam 1 tears away from him. He looks up, his face a MESS of
blood -- the WHITES of his eyes unnaturally bright, shouts:
SAM 1
Get off me!
Sam 1 holds his face with his outstretched hand, as if

holding it in place -- STUMBLES from the room -- leaking
BLOOD the whole way.
A concerned Sam 2 watches him go.
CUT TO:
98 INT. BATHROOM -- MOMENTS LATER 98
Sam 1 spills in and locks the door. He RAPIDLY turns on the

faucet and cups his hand to transfer water up to his face --
this going on for a few seconds.
MIRROR
Sam 1 stares at his reflection in the mirror, holding a

MOUND of TOILET PAPER against his NOSE. The blood flow has
subsided
Suddenly Sam 1 sees the GIRL in the mirror. It gives him a

hell of a FRIGHT.
The Girl remains in the mirror looking at Sam 1. A neutral

expression, impassive. Sam 1 takes a deep breath, lowers
the toilet paper from his nose.
SAM 1
Who are you?
No answer.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
(shouting)
Who are you!
Sam 1 swings around to confront the Girl...but she’s not

there, she’s vanished. Her reflection has vanished from the
mirror also.
CUT TO:
99 INT. REC ROOM 99
Sam 2 snaps on the TV with the remote, starts watching

Laugh-In, turns, sees Sam 1 wander by in the corridor. Sam
2 considers calling out to him, opts against it, gives the
TV his full attention.
Gerty is stationed at the Old Man collecting data. Sam 1

enters.
GERTY
Hello Sam.
SAM 1
Hi Gerty.
Sam 1 sits. A pause. Gerty turns from the monitor, faces of

with an EXHAUSTED and DRAINED Sam 1.
GERTY
Sam, is everything okay?
SAM 1
We had a fight. Me and the other
guy, the other Sam. We had a
fight, Gerty. He’s a maniac. You
know what he did? He flipped the
entire model over. Do you know
how much work I’ve put into that
thing?
GERTY
938 hours.
SAM 1
938 hours, exactly.
(then)
Really? 938 hours.
GERTY
Approximately.
SAM 1
(a beat)
He scares me, Gerty.
GERTY
What is it about Sam that scares
you?
SAM 1
He flies off the handle. I see it
now...I see what Tess was talking
about.
(a beat)
I’ve never told you this, Gerty,
but she left me. Tess left me.
For six months. She moved back in
with her parents.
GERTY
I know.
SAM 1
Oh...
(beat)
It was the year before I came in
here. She gave me a second
chance. I promised her I’d
change.
GERTY
You have changed, Sam.
SAM 1
Yeah, I guess I have.
A beat.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
Gerty, since I’ve been up here
I’ve sent Tess over a hundred
video messages. Where did those
messages go? Did they ever reach
her?
A pause.
GERTY
Sam, I can only account for what
occurs on the base.
SAM 1
What about the messages she sent
to me?
A long pause. Finally Gerty repeats:
GERTY
Sam, I can only account for what
occurs on the base.
SAM 1
Gerty, am I really a clone?
GERTY
Sam, when you first arrived at
Selene, there was a small crash.
You woke up in the infirmary. You
suffered minor brain damage and
memory loss. I kept you under
observation and ran some tests.
SAM 1
I remember.
GERTY
Sam, there was no crash. You
were being awakened.
(a beat)
It is standard procedure for all
new clones to be given tests to
establish mental stability and
general physical health. Genetic
abnormalities and minor
duplication errors in the DNA can
have considerable impact--
SAM 1
And Tess? Eve?
GERTY
They are memory implants, Sam.
I’m very sorry.
Sam 1 nods at this. He’s broken-hearted. He begins to

leave.
GERTY (CONT’D)
Sam, it’s been several hours
since your last meal. Can I
prepare you something?
SAM 1
No thanks, Gerty.
Sam 1 exits.
CUT TO:
Sam 1 enters the sleeping quarters -- straightens the bed

and lies down. He picks up the picture of the pregnant
TESS, stares at it long and hard.
CUT TO:
The TV is off. Sam 2 is sitting, arms folded, entrenched in

GLOOM.
Sam 1 enters and heads for the kitchen, prepares himself a

snack. Sam 2 is aware that Sam 1 is there, but keeps his
eyes focussed forward, as immobile as a statue.
Eventually Sam 1 tentatively comes over.
SAM 1
You okay?
SAM 2
I’m staring into space.
(points to the window)
Get it?
Sam 1 does get it. He smiles to be polite, sits.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
How’s the nose?
SAM 1
Better.
A beat.
SAM 2
Listen, I went haywire before. I
lost it. I’m sorry.
SAM 1
It’s okay.
SAM 2
No it’s not okay. I fucked up
Fairfield -- your model -- that’s
unacceptable. I don’t know what’s
wrong with me.
(then)
I’ve got a temper. I need to do
something about it.
SAM 1
Yes you do.
A pause.
SAM 2
I’ve been thinking. That Rescue
Unit -- Eliza -- they’ll be here
in less than fourteen hours. I
don’t know about you but I’d like
to figure out where we stand
before they get here.
SAM 1
Absolutely.
SAM 2
Ostensibly they’re coming to deal
with the stalled harvester. We
both know that isn’t true.
(then)
They’re coming to dig your body
out of that rover. They think
you’re in there.
SAM 1
Right.
SAM 2
What’ll their reaction be when
they find out you survived the
crash? I wasn’t supposed to find
you. Lunar instructed Gerty to
lock me inside the base for
Christ’s sake.
A pause. Sam 1 thinking it over.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
And there’s something else.
Something I haven’t told you.
(a beat)
(MORE)
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Right around the time I was
awakened...I walked in on Gerty
talking to Central. He was having
a live conversation.
SAM 1
A live conversation?
SAM 2
Yeah.
SAM 1
That’s not possible.
SAM 2
No no no, it is possible. It’s
possible because I saw it, that’s
my point.
Sam 2 feels himself losing his temper a little here. He

reigns himself in.
SAM 1
How do you know the conversation
was live?
SAM 2
It was a back and forth exchange.
And I saw Thompson and Overmeyers
up on the monitor. I was supposed
to be asleep in the Infirmary.
The moment I walked into the
comms room Gerty terminated the
transmission. Now I was a little
drugged up, granted, but I didn’t
imagine it.
SAM 1
The communications equipment is
damaged -- there was a solar
storm --
SAM 2
Tabitha.
SAM 1
Tabitha, right.
SAM 2
Lunar made it up. Maybe. I don’t
know. Bottom line is they don’t
want us to be able to contact
Earth. Otherwise why would they
have lied to us?
A pause. Sam 1 staring forward, concentrating. Sam 2

concentrating on Sam 1.
SAM 1
How are they blocking the live
feed? The base’s communications
equipment works fine --
SAM 2
Maybe they’re not blocking the
signal from inside the base.
SAM 1
From where then?
As if reading each others minds, the two Sams’ heads turn

to the window -- a slow, perfectly synchronized movement.
The lunar landscape, as black and vast as ever. The view

almost cruel in its emptiness. It’s not giving them any
answers, not yet.
CUT TO:
103 I/E. ROVER ONE/MOON SURFACE -- DAY 103
Sam 1 speeding along in one of the Rovers. He wears his

space suit and resembles a cosmic racing driver -- shifts
up a gear, the vehicle flirting with peak speed.
He flies past one of the Harvesters, speaks through a

microphone inside his helmet.
SAM 1
Just passing the last of the
Harvesters -- looks like John --
All of this against the ROAR of the Rover’s engine.
104 I/E. ROVER TWO/MOON SURFACE 104
Driving away from base in a different direction, Sam 2. He

also wears a space suit. He also guns the engine. He also
has a microphone inside his helmet. The two clones are able
to talk back and forth with no delay.
SAM 2
How long until you’re out of the
base’s range?
We INTERCUT between the two Sams in their Rovers.
SAM 1
If I maintain this speed...a
minute. Ninety seconds tops.
SAM 2
You ever been this far out?
SAM 1
No, never.
ANOTHER ANGLE -- SECOND ROVER
Viewed from far away, the Rover’s speed less impressive

from a distance.
105 I/E. ROVER’S ONE AND TWO/MOON SURFACE -- INTERCUT 105
As the Sams continue to drive.
SAM 1
You see anything yet?
SAM 2
Nothing. You?
SAM 1
There isn’t shit out here...I
feel like I’m about to drive off
the end of the world.
(then)
It would help if I knew what I
was looking for.
Through the glass of Sam 1’s helmet we see his FACE

suddenly SHIFT.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
Wait a second, wait a second.
Sam 1 squints and leans closer towards the windshield, like

he’s trying to decipher a road sign --
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
I see something.
SAM 1’S POV
About a hundred feet away -- appearing from thin air -- a

massive metal pole stretches up into the black sky.
SAM 2
What is it?
SAM 1
Don’t know yet.
Sam 1 getting closer.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
Looks like some kind of antenna.
SAM 2
Antenna? Really?
(then)
Hang on, looks like there’s one
on this side too.
Sam 2 is indeed approaching something similar.
Sam 1 stops his Rover about twenty feet from the Jammer. He
opens the Rover’s door and steps out to take a closer look.
WIDE SHOT -- SAM 1/ROVER
Taking in the Jammer and the adjacent Rover. Sam 1 loping

towards the Jammer, seemingly in slow motion.
The JAMMER is GIGANTIC --An intimidating, stark pole

stabbed into the lunar landscape, like the worlds biggest
caber. Next to it Sam 1 is tiny, a white dot, as
insignificant as a pin prick.
Sam 1 and Sam 2
We cut back and forth between the two Sams as they both
investigate the separate but identical-looking Jammers.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
I can just make out the top. Must
be a hundred feet tall at least.
It’s huge!
SAM 1
Whoever built these things meant
business. They weren’t fucking
around.
Their voices ENERGIZED -- they are excited to have made

this discovery -- they aren’t dealing with the negatives
yet.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
What do you think?
SAM 2
Its not an antennae, dude. Its a
jammer.
(looking around)
No wonder we can’t get a live
feed. These things must be
blocking our signal.
Suddenly Sam 1 doubles over. He vomits thick, viscous

blood and sick into his helmet. Revolting.
The noise is AUDIBLE over the microphone.

SAM 2 (CONT’D)
You okay?
No answer from Sam 1. He COLLAPSES backwards onto the

ground. His chest LURCHES like he’s been punched at from
the inside -- he spins over onto his front --
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Sam?
Sam 1 manages to climb to his feet -- heads slowly back to

the Rover -- he dips in, closes the door.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Sam, can you hear me?
SAM 1
Yeah, I hear you.
(then)
I’m going to head back to base.
I’m not feeling too good.
SAM 2
I’ll stay out here a little
longer. I want to see if there
are any more of these things.
Sam 1 pulls a U-turn and begins his journey back to base.
Sam 2 remains out by his Jammer, investigating further.
CUT TO:
106 I/E. SAM 1’S ROVER/MOON SURFACE 106
Sam 1 at the wheel. He has pulled his helmet off within

the safe pocket of the rovers cabin. He’s a grizzly mess
of splashed sick and blood all over his face and chest.
Sam 1 screams out with confusion, frustration, terror.
SAM 1
Fuck!
He seizes the steering wheel, shakes it FIERCELY --

beginning to really LOSE IT --
107 INT. DOCK 107
Sam 1 drives his Rover into the Dock -- not with his
customary precision -- parks at an angle, grazes the wall.
The Rover’s door JERKS opens and Sam 1 steps out

unsteadily, his face visibly PALE through the glass of his
helmet.
He STAGGERS across the dock -- doesn’t even close the

Rover’s door behind him -- heads into the corridor.
108 INT. CORRIDOR 108
Sam 1 goes swerving up the corridor like a drunkard --

BANGING into walls -- he finally reaches the bathroom and
ducks in --
109 INT. BATHROOM 109
Sam 1 sinks to his knees before the toilet bowl. With great
effort he is able to remove his helmet, placing it on the
floor next to him. He stares into the toilet.
For a moment all is calm. The gentle “ping-ping-ping” of a

computer somewhere inside the base. Sam breathing steadily.
Spots of sweat on his upper lip.
And then he VOMITS. He vomits LOUD, he vomits VIOLENTLY.

His whole body THRUSTS forward in the process, taught,
tense, like a dog being YANKED on a CHAIN.
Sam 1 vomits again. And again. And again. And stops.
ANGLE FROM ABOVE -- SAM 1
Sam 1’s vomit is DARK RED -- he’s thrown up BLOOD -- but

that’s not all -- we can clearly see two or three TEETH
floating in the vomit --
THE MIRROR
Sam 1 stands, moves to the mirror, opening his mouth wide

to look for the missing teeth -- he uses his thumbs, shows
his gums -- revealing: yes, he’s lost at least a couple of
teeth.
He flushes the toilet.
CUT TO:
110 EXT. MOON -- DAY 110
Sam 2 driving along in his Rover. He comes across another

one of these JAMMERS. He drives right up, ducks down,
peering up through the windshield -- this new Jammer is as
tall as the others, in fact, it is identical in every way.
How many of these things are there?

Sam 2 circles the Jammer in the Rover, drives on.
CUT TO:
Sam 1 enters and sits down at The Old Man. Frantically he

starts typing in numbers.
An array of Log Entries appear ON THE SCREEN. Sam watches

one of them.
SAM 1
(on screen)
January 12th, Lunar hour 8:32.
All Harvesters running smoothly
today. Readouts are as follows:
Matthew, 12.7 miles; Mark 11.9
miles...
These are just his log entries. What’s he looking for?
Sam 1 starts scrolling BACK through the log entries, like

he’s REWINDING chapters on a DVD, showing himself at
various stages of his time on Selene -- his beard
essentially growing in REVERSE as the messages stretch
further back -- eventually Sam 1 is clean shaven --
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
(on the screen)
Luke, 12.9 miles; John, 11.1
miles...
Sam 1 keeps typing in numbers.
ON THE SCREEN: “RESTRICTED. PASSWORD REQUIRED.”
No go. He tries to hack his way in, but is having no luck.
One of Gerty’s long spindly ARMS slides into the room. Sam
backs away from the intimidating piece of machinery, but it
stops within reach of the computer.
Sam 1 watches as the arm reaches forward and taps the

password in for him. It leaves the room the way it came
in.
Sam 1 continues to go further and further back -- and

suddenly he POPS up on the screen again -- or is it him? --
this Sam up on the screen has stubble -- no beard -- and
looks seriously ILL --
He is barely able to talk -- in fact he’s SLURRING --

SAM
(on screen)
...John, 15.1 miles...sorry, I’m
not feeling too hot today -- I’m
going to have to continue this
later --
The SEQUENCE becomes a FAST-PACED and NIGHTMARISH MONTAGE --

continuing to BACKTRACK through the log entries -- showing
yet more SAMS -- one has a MOUSTACHE -- one has a SHAVED
HEAD -- one has grown out his hair and has a PONY TAIL,
we’ve seen this particular Sam before in an earlier scene.
But all the Sams have one thing in common: towards the
latter end of their log entries they all appear to be in
very bad physical shape --
SAM 4
...I’ve got blood coming out of
my nose...
SAM 5
I don’t feel too well, Old Man.
SAM 6
My hair’s falling out...look it.
Sam 1 searches even DEEPER into the COMPUTER and uncovers

yet more footage.
We see the others Sams returning to Earth -- yet they don’t

seem to go anywhere -- when they blast off the RETURN
VEHICLE remains in its bay --
Sam 1 views different Sams blasting back to earth in the

return vehicle -- always with the same result -- the return
vehicle remaining in its bay, the Sams seemingly VANISHING.
In one particularly GRAINY SEQUENCE Sam 1 views Gerty

opening the lid to the cryo pod in the return vehicle and
beginning to VACUUM what appears to be DUST or DEBRIS --
Sam 1 understands now that the Return Vehicle is not a

spacecraft, but some kind of INCINERATOR.
Sam 1 heads into the Return Vehicle. Its dominated by the

cryo pod, used to hold astronauts in a state of cryogenic
sleep on their way back to Earth. Sam 1 pops open the lid
and starts frantically searching the chamber for TRACES of
the previous Sams, eventually finding particles of DUST in
the cracks --
He closes the lid. A video showing a TECHNICIAN in a white

lab coat begins to play on a screen aimed at the glass lid
of the pod. It’s mute, but we can hear a tinny version of
the audio coming from the cryo pod. Sam 1 pushes a button
on the monitor and we hear the audio properly.
TECHNICIAN
...relax and breathe deeply. The
cryo pod is designed to put you
into a deep sleep for the
duration of your three day return
journey back to Earth. As you
begin to get sleepy, think about
the magnificent job you’ve done,
and how proud your family are of
what you’ve accomplished.
Relaxing music begins to play. After a moment the music

stops. There is a pause. Then an almighty pulse of light
from the cryo pod. This is how Sams past have met their
end. Nuked to ash like microwave meals in the cryo pod.
Sam 1 inspects the controls of the spacecraft to see if it

really is a vehicle -- in the process of his search he
finds himself down on his knees checking out the wiring.
Suddenly Sam 1’s attention is on the floor BENEATH HIM. He

appears to be kneeling on some kind of PANEL -- like a
tablet in the return vehicle’s floor -- he presses his ear
against the panel -- KNOCKS --
The panel sounds HOLLOW.
CUBBY
Sam 1 opens a cubby, swipes something similar to a CROW

BAR, heads out of the frame --
RETURN VEHICLE
Back in the Return Vehicle, Sam 1 stands over the panel in

the floor. He uses the CROW BAR to prize the panel open --
this takes an extraordinary effort -- the panel eventually
LIFTING like a manhole cover.
Sam 1 can’t believe his eyes. At the top of the OPEN PANEL,
leading down into darkness...there’s A LADDER.
113 INT. DOCK 113 *
Sam 2 returns from his tour of the perimeter of the base;

pulls up alongside Sam 1’s Rover, having to compensate for
his clone’s poor parking job.
Sam 2 exits the Parking Bay and removes his helmet. Down
the corridor he sees Sam 1 standing outside the Return
Vehicle: facing him, waiting.
SAM 2
I saw three more of those
jammers. The base is surrounded.
I printed out their coordinates --
Sam 2 begins to remove a piece of paper from his pocket,

but suddenly stops. He can tell by Sam 1’s expression that
something has happened.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
What? What is it?
SAM 1
I found your secret room. *
CUT TO:
Standing over the Open Panel, an anxious Sam 1 and Sam 2

stare down.
SAM 2
Who goes first?
Sam 1 wordlessly takes the lead, crouching slightly to

seize the ladder and twist his body down into the hole. He
begins to DESCEND. When he is roughly half way down Sam 2
follows.
116 INT. LOWER DECK/CHAMBER -- CONTINUOUS 116
Sam 1 reaches the bottom of the ladder. He’s in a dark

room, a kind of CHAMBER -- if NASA did crypts, it would
look like this. *
The only light source right now is the coming from the
Return Vehicle up above. Sam 2 hops down beside Sam 1,
squints into the darkness.
SAM 2
Is there a light?
Both Sams FUMBLE along opposing walls -- Sam 1 eventually

finding a SWITCH, snaps it on.
An array of overhead fluorescent bulbs begin to STUTTER and

FLASH before ILLUMINATING the chamber completely --
The two Sams can hardly believe their eyes: stretching back
maybe fifty feet are rows and rows of PODS -- like upright
glass coffins -- and standing inside each pod, an as-of-yet
UNAWAKENED CLONE. It’s like an ENTIRE ARMY of Sam Bells...
Spooky as hell.
For a few moments Sam 1 and 2 are too stunned to speak.

They walk to the end of the chamber and back again, looking
at each clone one at a time -- all the clones are bare
chested and wear some kind of white cloth to cover their
genitals, like a diaper.
Of course they all look the same, that’s why they’re

clones, but this piece of scientific wizardry is mind-
boggling to Sam 1 and 2 -- they MARVEL at how each of the
clones is identical in every way, and down to the minutest
of details -- same length of hair, same skin tone, same
fingernails --
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Why are there so many of them?
SAM 1
The cryo pod in the Return
Vehicle is an incinerator.
Sam 2 reacts with appropriate shock.
SAM 2
What?
SAM 1
We don’t go home. We’re burned to
death up there. Then the company
wakes up a new one. Every three
years. Like clock work. *
Sam 2 absorbing this. Then:
SAM 2
How do you know all this?
SAM 1 *
(beat) *
I hacked into the Old Man.
Actually, Gerty did. I saw
footage. You’re right, there have
been other clones before us.
SAM 2
How many?
SAM 1
Enough. *
A pause.
SAM 2
If that Rescue Unit finds the two
of us awake at the same time,
they’ll kill us both for sure.
Sam 1 doesn’t respond, he’s in his own world.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
What are we going to do?
All of a sudden Sam 1 makes a beeline for the ladder,

starts heading back up.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Where are you going?
117 INT. MONITORING STATION -- MOMENTS LATER 117
Sam 1 is digging in drawers, removes some equipment, some

wires; a radio, a small machine called a VIDEO PHONE,
referred to as a VP.
He is watched by Gerty.
GERTY
Sam, can I help you with
something?
SAM 1
Not now, Gerty, okay?
Gerty begins to slide out of the room. Sam calls after *

him. *
SAM 1 (CONT’D) *
Gerty? Why did you help me? With *
the password? Doesn’t that go *
against your programming or *
something? *
GERTY *
Helping you is what I do. *
Gerty leaves. *
Sam 1 goes on picking up equipment, shoves it all into a

backpack he swiped from a peg.
Now Sam 2 appears in the doorway.
SAM 2
What’s going on?
SAM 1
There’s something I’ve got to do.
Sam 1 brushes by Sam 2 on his way out.
118 INT. DOCK 118
Sam 1 marches up to his Rover, tosses in the backpack and

dips inside without his helmet, closes the door and backs
out into the black day.
119 I/E. SAM 1’S ROVER/MOON SURFACE 119
Sam 1 at the wheel, flooring the Rover -- he looks

possessed, determined -- a man on a mission --
WIDE SHOT
Sam’s Rover approaches one of the many Jammers that we now

know circle the perimeter of the base.
Sam 1 stops the Rover on the other side of the Jammer.

Here, outside the range of the Jammers, he figures he might
be able to get a signal through to Earth.
ON SAM as he removes his equipment from the backpack and

starts to uncoil wires -- inserts a small BATTERY PACK onto
the back of the VP, sits the VP on his lap. The VP
resembles a Play Station Portable with its small but
nonetheless high-quality screen.
Sam isn’t sure who to contact at first...finally he enters

some numbers from memory. The VP shaking in his hands. He
is nervous, scared. He disables the video mode on his end, *
so he is only sending audio. *
A moment of silence. The VP seems dead.
SAM 1
Come on...come on...
Then the VP BEEPS -- the monitor BLIPS -- the message seems

to have gone through.
And suddenly a GIRL appears on the screen.
Sam 1 can’t believe it. It’s the same Girl from his
hallucinations. Same wheat-colored hair. Same freckles
dotting her cheek bones. Same yellow dress.
The moment Sam 1 sees the Girl he thinks -- naturally --

that he’s imagining things again. But then she speaks:
GIRL
Hello?
That’s never happened before. Sam 1 finally manages to

respond:
SAM 1
Uh, Bell residence?
The conversation has a very slight delay, maybe a second or

two, and the Girl isn’t completely clear on the monitor. We
assume that these minor technical glitches are the same on
the Girl’s end.
The Girl is sweet, chirpy -- nothing like the haunting,

ghost-like figure from Sam 1’s hallucinations.
GIRL
This is the Bell Residence.
SAM 1
I’m trying to reach Tess Bell.
The girl’s expression shifts -- now somewhere between

melancholy and curiosity --
GIRL
I’m sorry, she passed away some
years ago.
Sam 1 GASPS. He literally gasps. Like someone just plunged

a paring knife into his belly.
SAM 1
No...no way.
The girl just stares.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
Tess Bell? Are you sure?
GIRL
Uh, yeah, I think so. I’m her
daughter.
(then)
Can I help you?
And astonishingly, the news of Tess’s death actually takes

a back seat as Sam 1 is forced to confront this new
revelation.
The girl is EVE BELL. Sam 1 is talking to his DAUGHTER.
Sam 1 tilts his head, a smile twitches on his face.
SAM 1
Eve?
Sam 1 can’t believe it. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.

EVE BELL
Yes?
A moment. Eve looking more closely, trying to decipher Sam

1’s face. Tears glistening in his eyes.
SAM 1
(overwhelmed)
Hi... Hi. Eve. How old are you
now?
For a second Eve is embarrassed -- she blushes slightly --

but is still pulled in, intrigued.
EVE BELL
I’m fifteen.
(then)
Do I know you?
SAM 1
How did mom die, sweetheart?
EVE BELL
Uh...
Now Eve is beginning to look spooked. She turns away from

the screen and calls to someone in another room:
EVE BELL (CONT’D)

Dad!
And then we hear a voice. Sam’s voice.
SAM’S VOICE (O.S.)

What!
EVE BELL
Dad, there’s someone asking about
mom...
Sam’s voice sounds CLOSER, more SUCCINCT, as he comes into

the room -- but we don’t see him yet -- he sounds, OLDER. *
SAM’S VOICE
Who’s asking about mom?
Sam 1 hurriedly shuts off the VP.
He sits there in the Rover, on the Moon, the middle of

nowhere -- hundreds and thousands of miles from Earth --
Sam 1 has never felt more alone than he does right now.
120 EXT. ROVER/MOON SURFACE 120
The Rover viewed from outside. We can’t hear a thing. Just

the endless and unrelenting MOON SILENCE.
Inside the Rover we are able to make out Sam 1, quivering

at the wheel as he sobs.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP -- THE OLD MAN
The “ping-ping-ping” of an alarm.
Appearing on The Old Man’s monitor: “RESCUE UNIT ELIZA:

ARRIVAL TIME, 12 HOURS and 22 MINUTES.”
CUT TO:
Sam 2 is sitting before the model. He’s flipped it back

over and returned it to the table top. Now he is attempting
to fix some of the demolished pieces. At this moment he’s
gluing the spire back on the church.
Sam 2 hears a sound from the corridor. Moments later Sam 1

appears in the doorway wearing the backpack.
Sam 1 is beginning to look alarmingly ILL. His depleting

health has been evident throughout the film, but now it
seems to have jumped to a new level.
He watches Sam 2 for a little while.
SAM 1
Want me to help?
Sam 2 shifts over to give Sam 1 the adjacent chair. Sam 1

walks over, sits down. Together they work on gluing the
church back together.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
Remember that crazy drunk guy who
used to hang out by the church?
SAM 2
Barbara Streisand?
SAM 1
(with a smile)
He looked like Barbara Streisand.
We used to hide his Bible when he
passed out. Drove the guy nuts.
Sam 2 nods, remembering. A pause.
SAM 2
How do you carve these things?
SAM 1
Want me to show you?
Sam 2 nods. Sam 1 picks up a block of wood, grabs an exacto

blade. Demonstrates.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
You need to hold the wood away
from you. Like this.
SAM 2
You’re shaking.
Sam 2 isn’t kidding. Though he is carving the block of

wood, Sam 1 can’t keep it steady.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Why are you shaking?
SAM 1
Watch what I’m doing.
(then)
You watching?
SAM 2
Yeah.
SAM 1
Now you try.
Sam 1 hands the wood and exacto blade to Sam 2.
Sam 2 attempts to whittle. He smiles, a little embarrassed.
SAM 2
I suck.
SAM 1
You’ll get the hang of it.
(a beat)
You see, that’s a little better
already.
Suddenly Sam 1 turns around and has a vicious coughing fit.

It actually seems to propel Sam 1 out of his chair and up
onto his feet. Sam 2 watches with concern. Eventually the
coughing subsides.
SAM 2
What’s happening to you?
Sam 1 averts his gaze.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Listen, I realize I’ve been less
than cooperative. But I want to
change that. You and me, we need
to work together. And that starts
with not keeping secrets from
each other.
(a beat)
Now what’s going on?
Sam 1 tells the truth.
SAM 1
I think I’m dying.
Sam 2 stares back at him.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
There’s blood in everything. My
urine. My vomit. I’ve got a
constant headache. Dizzy spells.
(a beat)
The same thing happened to the
other clones. I saw it when I
hacked into the Old Man. After
three years they all started to
get sick. Now it’s happening to
me. Well, it’s been happening for
a while now. A couple of weeks.
SAM 2
What do you think it is?
SAM 1
Maybe we don’t live that long.
Maybe we start to decompose or
something.
SAM 2
Jesus.
Suddenly Sam 1 closes his eyes -- SWAYS -- looks like he’s

going to pass out.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Hey hey hey, you okay?
Sam 2 stands and moves to Sam 1. Holds him up, checks his
temperature.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Why don’t you lie down for a
while? Take some tranqs. Get
some sleep.
SAM 1
(grim smile)
No tranqs. I don’t think I would
ever wake up again.
Sam 1 manages a nod.
Sam 2 hooks his arm around Sam 1’s shoulder, helps him from
the room.
Sam 2 deposits Sam 1 onto the bed. He removes Sam 1’s

backpack, eases a pillow under his head. Sam 1 is instantly
asleep. Sam 2 pulls the comforter over him.
Sam 2 begins to leave the room, sees Sam 1’s backpack on

the floor, the VP sticking out of it. Curious, Sam 2 grabs
the VP.
FLASHING on the VP’s SCREEN: “Last Transmission: 15:14pm.”
CUT TO:
124 INT. REC ROOM 124
Sam 2 enters the Rec Room and shuts the door. He moves to
one of the tables and sits down, POPS on the VP.
ON THE VP MONITOR we begin to re-watch the conversation

between Eve Bell and Sam 1. Obviously we are only seeing
Eve’s face on the screen, but WE HEAR Sam 1’s voice in the
background.
SAM 1 (O.S.)
Uh, Bell Residence?
EVE
This is the Bell residence.
SAM 2
(commenting as he
watches)
No you didn’t...
SAM 1 (O.S.)
I’m trying to reach Tess Bell.
EVE
I’m sorry, she passed away some
years ago.
Sam 2 and Sam 1 have exactly the same reaction at the same
time.
SAM 1 (O.S.) SAM 2

No...no way. No...no way.
SAM 1 (O.S.)
Tess Bell? Are you sure?
EVE
Uh, yeah, I think so, I’m her
daughter.
(then)
Can I help you?
I’m her daughter. A couple of days ago Sam 2 didn’t know he

had a daughter, and now he’s seeing her as a teenager, a
young woman. He is stunned.
Sam 2 continues to watch the message but we
CUT TO:
125 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS -- DAY 125
Sam 1 fast asleep. Sam 2 watches him from the doorway.
126 INT. STORAGE CUBBY 126
Gerty is just continuing with his tasks like nothing is

happening. Right now he’s STACKING ready-meals and
miscellaneous lunar snacks into neat columns.
Sam 2 walks up.
SAM 2
Gerty, I need to talk to you.
GERTY
Of course, Sam, how can I help?
SAM 2
We found the hidden room. We know
about the other clones.
A long pause. Then:
GERTY
I don’t know of a hidden room.
SAM 2
The hidden room under the Return
Vehicle, Gerty. You know what I’m
talking about. We found it on our
own. Lunar doesn’t know anything
about it.
A beat.
GERTY
The lower deck is out of bounds
to awakened clones --
SAM 2
Ordinarily, Gerty, but what with
there being two of us awake at
the same time, and what with the
situation being unprecedented,
the rules have had to change. Do
you understand?
GERTY
I understand the situation is
unprecedented.
SAM 2
Good.
(a beat)
Gerty, how long does it take for
a clone to wake up?
GERTY
A clone is awake the moment his
pod is opened. But he is not
fully conscious for several
hours.
A beat.
SAM 2
Gerty, we need to wake up a new
clone.
GERTY
I am not permitted to do that,
Sam.
SAM 2
If we don’t wake up another clone
me and the other Sam will die.
We’ll die, Gerty. Do you
understand?
GERTY
Yes.
SAM 2
Do you want me and the other Sam
to die?
GERTY
That is the last thing I want.
SAM 2
Then you have to wake up a new
clone. Okay, pal?
Sam 2 waits for a response. And waits.
CUT TO:

ARRIVAL TIME, 6 HOURS and 19 MINUTES.”
CUT TO:
Sam 1 fast asleep in bed.
129 SAM 1’S DREAM 129
A stretch of green grass dissected by a dirt path. A light

breeze. Endless blue sky above. No clouds. No visible sun.
Back on the sleeping Sam 1. Deep breaths. Eyelids twitching

slightly.
131 SAM 1’S DREAM -- CONTINUED 131
In the distance, sitting beneath a tree on a blanket, we

see TESS BELL. She is removing items from a picnic basket.
Sam enters the frame, his back to the camera. He watches

his wife for a few moments, maintaining his distance.
Tess looks up and sees Sam. She lifts her hand, waves.
ON SAM -- IN THE DREAM
Sam’s expression is blank at first, but then he smiles at

Tess, waves back.
Sam 1’s eyes open slowly. He’s awake.
Was his dream a memory? A premonition? Or was it simply

made up?
ANOTHER ANGLE -- SAM 1
A BLEARY Sam 1 yawns and stretches his arms over his head.
He reaches across the bed and rips a couple of tissues from
a box of Kleenex, blows his nose.
Afterwards he checks the tissues: a thick RED GOO came out

of his nose, the color and consistency of tomato purée.
Yeah, gross.
Sam 1 rolls out of bed, plants his feet on the ground.
The base seems eerily quiet. Too quiet. Sam 1 stands and
crosses to the door.
Sam 1 begins to walk left, down towards the Rec Room and
the Monitoring Station, but hesitates -- he turns the other
way, towards the Infirmary, heads that way instead.
134 INT. INFIRMARY -- CONTINUOUS 134
Lying in one of the Infirmary beds, eyes closed, a NETWORK

of WIRES attached to his chest...Sam. We don’t know which
Sam it is yet. He is clean shaven. He looks like any one of
the clones down in the secret chamber; then again he could
just as easily be Sam 2.
And that’s what Sam 1 naturally assumes as he enters the

Infirmary and sees him lying there. Sam 1 moves closer,
curious, until he is standing right at the edge of the bed.
Sam 1 reaches out his hand to wake him up when there is a

voice from the doorway behind:
SAM 2
Don’t touch him.
Our suspicions are now confirmed. The Sam in the Infirmary

bed is a new clone. We will call him SAM 3.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
He’s not conscious yet. Gerty and
I only woke him up a few hours
ago.
Sam 1 is not even remotely on the same page.
SAM 1
Why?
Sam 2 puts his finger to his lips. Then:
SAM 2
Come to the Rec Room.
Sam 2 turns and leaves. Sam 1 follows slowly, one or two

glances at the sleeping clone along the way.
135 INT. REC ROOM 135
We cut straight to the Rec Room and the conversation

between Sam 1 and Sam 2.
SAM 2
When the Rescue Unit arrives
they’ll expect to find a body in
the crashed Rover, right?
(a beat)
We’ve got our body.
SAM 1
(points towards the
Infirmary)
That guy?
Sam 2 nods.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
They’ll expect to find a dead
body in the crashed Rover.
SAM 2
I know.
SAM 1
(stunned)
You’re going to kill him?
SAM 2
Someone’s got to pull the short
straw here, better someone who’s
unconscious than you or me.
Sam 1 simply digesting the gravity of Sam 2’s plan.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
If we go through with this, I’m
going to need your help hauling
him out to the crash site.
SAM 1
What about us? Eliza arrives,
finds you and me as the welcome
party --
SAM 2
They’re not going to find you and
me as the welcome party, they’re
going to find me. You’re going to
blast back to Earth before they
get here in one of the Helium 3
containers.
(a beat)
You’re going home.
Sam 1 wasn’t expecting that.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
You’ve done your three years. I
can’t expect you to stick around.
Maybe you can meet Eve in person.
A beat.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
I saw the message on the VP. Eve
is beautiful. She looks like her
mom.
Sam 1 realizes that Sam 2 knows everything. There are no

secrets between them now.
They both absorb the impact of knowing Tess is dead.

Finally:
SAM 1
How do you think she died?
SAM 2
I don’t know.
(then)
Jane died of cancer. I mean, it
was in the family. Who knows? Or
maybe it was an accident? Could
have been a million things.
SAM 1
I wish I’d been there.
SAM 2
Yeah. Me too.
The two Sams sitting together, UNITED by their grief.
CUT TO:
136 EXT. MOON BASE -- DAY 136
Shot of Selene from across the lunar plane. The base looks
almost peaceful. No evidence of the DRAMA going on inside.
137 INT. CORRIDOR 137 *
The two Sams are testing out the CARGO CONTAINER to see if
their plan is going to work and Sam 1 can actually fit
inside.
These containers were designed to carry cannisters of

Helium 3, not to accommodate human beings.
Sam 1 looks in increasingly bad shape. Blanket draped

around his shoulders -- gaunt, bobbing, shivering.
SAM 2
Go for it.
Sam 1 hunches and slowly insinuates himself into the

container -- yes, he fits, but it’s tight, like really
tight -- Sam 1 can anticipate one hell of a stiff neck by
the time he steps out onto terra firma.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Comfy?
SAM 1
No.
Sam 2 chuckles.
SAM 2
But you fit. That’s good. You
fit.
With a HEAVE Sam 2 PULLS Sam 1 from the container.
CUT TO:
Gerty is running tests on the unconscious Sam 3.

Sam 1 and Sam 2 stand on opposite sides of the room. Both

clones seem uneasy. They can’t look at each other. They
can’t look at Sam 3. Their eyes roam every inch of the room
just about before finally settling on Gerty.
Regardless of Sam 3 being unconscious, are they really

going to kill him?
CUT TO:
Sam 2 sits at the comms unit recording the message, a smile

plastered on his face, as WIDE as it is FAKE.
SAM 2
Sam Bell reporting to Central.
(a beat)
Evening Overmeyers, evening
Thompson! According to the Old
Man Rescue Unit Eliza will be
here in just over three hours.
Not a moment too soon! I never
thought I’d say this, but I want
to get out there, I want to work.
I feel like a kid who’s been
grounded. Looking forward to
Eliza straightening everything
out and things getting back to
normal around here. Well...that’s
it. I’ll let you know how it
goes. Over and out, gentlemen.
Sam 2 sends the message, his SMILE instantly COLLAPSING. He

mutters under his breath:
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
Bastards.
140 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS -- DAY 140
Sam 1 is sitting on the edge of his bed holding the

photograph of the pregnant Tess -- staring with great
concentration -- almost penetrative -- like he’s trying to
will himself into the photograph.
We find out what’s running through his head, cutting to:
141 SAM 1’S DREAM 141
Sam 1 has gone back to his dream -- or his vision -- of

Tess sitting on the picnic blanket beneath the tree.
Sam and Tess continue to wave to one another. Sam hasn’t

moved. Tess calls out:
TESS
Come on!
Suddenly we hear a voice.
SAM 2 (O.S.)
Sam?
Sam 2 is standing at the door. Sam 1 looks up at him.
SAM 2
We need to do it. We need to do
it now. He’ll be conscious any
minute.
(a beat)
We’ve been putting it off for
long enough.
Sam 1 stares back at Sam 2 with defiance.
SAM 1
We don’t have to do anything. I
changed my mind.
Sam 2 isn’t following.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
I’m not going back.
(a beat)
I’m coughing up blood, I’m as
white as a ghost. I look like I
belong in a graveyard. I meet Eve
now, I’ll scare the shit out of
her more than anything else.
D’you think she’ll even come
within ten feet of me, the way I
look?
SAM 2
What are you talking about?
She’s your daughter, man! She’s
not going to care what you...
SAM 1
(angry)
She’s not! She’s not... my
daughter. At least, I’m not her
father. Not to her.
Sam 2 keeps quiet.

SAM 1 (CONT’D)
I’ll put myself in the Rover,
I’ll be the body -- it was me to
begin with anyway, right? You go
back to Earth. You go back.
You’re healthy. You’ve got three
years ahead of you. You stand a
much better chance than I do. The
other guy....Gerty can get him up
to speed...he can be here to meet
Eliza when they arrive.
Sam 1 seems to have it all figured out. Although Sam 2

should in some ways be relieved by Sam 1’s decision, he
looks closer to distraught.
SAM 2
This is wrong. What are we
supposed to do? Sit around here
and wait to die? Fuck that!
SAM 1
I don’t know.
(beat)
It’s what we were designed to do.
Both Sams struggle to hold in their emotions; Sam 1 morose,

Sam 2 angry.
SAM 2
Screw that! I’ll go! ...And I’m
going to find this asshole, Sam
Bell, and ask him why the hell he
put us through this shit!
Sam 1 looks concerned. Sam 2 reads his mind.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
I’ll be careful. I’ll keep Eve
out of it. She wont even know I
exist.
Sam 1 smiles wearily, watching his old self.
SAM 1
You’re a good guy, Sam.
SAM 2
I might stop shaving; It suits
us.
(beat)
If all our memories are implants,
no disrespect, but I think its
about time I got some of my own,
as well.
SAM 1
Yeah. You should travel. I’ve
always wanted to do that.
SAM 2
I'd like that.
CUT TO:
143 I/E. ROVER/MOON SURFACE -- DAY 143
Driving to the crash site. Sam 2 at the wheel, Sam 1 riding

shotgun. Both men staring ahead in silence.
MATTHEW
Where all the trouble really started. Matthew, the stalled

Harvester, with the crashed Rover still trapped beneath it.
The crash site is beginning to resemble some old underwater
shipwreck.
The Rover enters the frame, beginning to slow down as it

approaches the crash site. Sam 2 rolls the Rover to a
standstill about ten feet from the front of the Harvester.
144 I/E. ROVER/MOON SURFACE -- MOMENTS LATER 144
Sam 2 keeps the engine running as Sam 1 takes a handful of

TRANQUILIZERS one by one, washing down each pill with a
swig from a bottle of water.
Afterwards: a long pause. The two Sams sitting side by

side, staring across the bleak landscape. Neither of them
wants to say good-bye particularly.
SAM 1
Tess came in for the interview,
remember?
Sam 2 is nodding away. Of course he remembers.
SAM 1 (CONT’D)
She was so beautiful. Even if she
wasn’t the best candidate, I just
knew I had to give her the job. I
thought she was so sweet.
(a beat)
And then it was the end of the
summer.
SAM 2
She was going back to San
Francisco.
(MORE)
SAM 2 (CONT'D)
You knew you had to take a
chance. So you called her.
You were terrified and wrote that
whole speech for her answer
machine --
(a beat)
But I didn’t need it because Tess
answered the phone. And I could
tell in her voice as we talked,
she was thinking...
“Why has Sam called me?”
“The internship’s over, why’s he
called me at home?”
And then I asked her if she was
going to Adrian Fiddle’s barbecue
and...
Sam 1 has dropped off to sleep. The back and forth exchange
is now essentially Sam 2’s monologue.
SAM 2 (CONT’D)
That’s when I knew she liked me.
Because she didn’t want to talk
to anyone else! She’d get up, get
some potato salad, go to the
bathroom, but she’d always come
back. And then we kissed. On the
steps in front of her apartment
building.
Sam 2 finally turns and looks at Sam 1. Sam 1’s head cocked
to one side, eyes closed.
Sam 2 lifts the helmet off Sam 1’s lap -- carefully lowers
the helmet onto Sam 1’s head.
145 I/E. ROVER/MOON SURFACE 145 *
Sam 2 LOPES towards the crashed rover holding Sam 1 in both

arms like a bride. He places Sam 1 on the ground and PRIZES
open the rover door -- he slowly slides Sam 1 inside.
Inside the Rover Sam 1 lies with his head jammed awkwardly
against the passenger side door. At once he looks peaceful
and wretchedly uncomfortable.
Sam 2 can barely bring himself to look at Sam 1. With both

hands he FORCES the door CLOSED, pivots around and slowly
BOBS back to his rover.
146 I/E. ROVER/MOON SURFACE -- MOMENTS LATER 146
Sam 2 driving back to base. He has removed his helmet and

is brushing tears from his eyes with his glove.
CUT TO:

ARRIVAL TIME, 1 HOUR and 40 MINUTES.”
CUT TO:
Gerty is continuing to run tests on Sam 3. Sam 2 enters. He

carries the freighted exhaustion of a man who has just
completed a long and difficult journey.
SAM 2
How long before he’s conscious,
Gerty?
GERTY
The new clone will be conscious
within one hour.
SAM 2
That’s good. That’s very good.
GERTY
Sam? Where is Sam?
SAM 2
He’s gone home, Gerty.
Sam 2 leaves.
149 INT. MONITORING STATION -- DAY 149
Sam 2 is loading OXYGEN CANISTERS into the CARGO CONTAINER

in preparation for his trip back to Earth.
Sam 2 working FAST, a sense of URGENCY. Eliza will be there

in a mere 90 minutes! It’s coming down to the wire.
Gerty glides in as he works.
GERTY
Sam, this is not going to work. *
SAM 2
What? Why not? *
Now Sam 2 loads food into the cargo container -- moon

snacks, rations, etc. -- and bottles of water. His final
addition is a 5 kilo load of precious Helium3; A good 15
million dollars worth!
GERTY
If the Rescue Unit examine my
memory banks they will discover
what has taken place over the
last week. As you know I record
everything. If they are
suspicious, the first thing they
will do is search my memory
banks, and this would put you in
considerable danger.
Sam 2 straightens up, giving Gerty his full attention now.

This is serious. It could ruin everything.
The fact that Gerty has brought it up indicates that the

robot’s loyalties lie ultimately with Sam.
GERTY (CONT’D)
I recommend erasing my memory
banks. I can reboot myself once
you have departed.
SAM 2 *
So that’s what we’re going to
have to do.
(beat) *
Are you ok with that? *
GERTY
I’ll require your assistance, *
Sam. *
SAM 2
Sure, just let me finish this.
Sam 2 continues his work.
CUT TO:
Sam 3 asleep in bed, very close to consciousness.
CUT TO:
151 I/E. CRASHED ROVER/MOON SURFACE 151
Sam 1 inside the crashed rover, resembling a wild animal

pinned in a trap. He’s still breathing.
SAM 1’S DREAM
Once again we see Tess beneath the tree sitting on the

blanket. She looks over at Sam, continuing to wave.
TESS
Come on, Sam! Sam Bell! Come on!
Sam begins to walk towards Tess.
152 I/E. CRASHED ROVER/MOON SURFACE 152
Back on Sam 1. The glass of his helmet is beginning to MIST

with blood. Sam sees a sliver of the sun as he dawns on his
side of the moon. He closes his eyes for the last time.
CUT TO:
Sam 2 stands before Gerty.
SAM 2
I’ve set your computer to reboot
the second I’ve blasted off.
GERTY
Okay, Sam.
SAM 2
Thanks for all your help, Gerty.
I wish I could say I was going to
miss you, buddy, but to be
honest, I can’t wait to get away
from here.
GERTY
I understand, Sam. I hope life
is everything you remember it to
be.
SAM 2
Thanks. Are you sure you’re *
going to be ok?
GERTY
Of course. The new Sam and I *
will be back to our programming
as soon as I have finished
rebooting.
SAM 2
Gerty, I’m not programmed.
Gerty doesn’t respond. Sam 2 seems troubled.
Sam 2 leans forward and activates the Memory Erase button.

Gerty’s READOUT SCREEN begins to TWITCH and FLASH with
RANDOM DATA -- then slowly FADES TO BLACK.
The Robot has been officially SHUT DOWN.
Gerty just stands there. Completely still. As lifeless as a

toy.
Sam 2 heads out of the room at top speed.
154 EXT. MOON SURFACE 154
Shot of LUKE, the third of the Harvesters, heading across

the lunar plane.
Sam 2 pauses at the window...looking for Eliza. The Rescue

Unit is so close Sam 2 might actually be able to pick out
their spacecraft.
And he can! It’s tiny, but nevertheless it’s there -- a

metallic spacecraft, glinting like a jewel -- and heading
steadily towards the Moon.
There isn’t a moment to lose. Sam 2 swings around, heads

for the CARGO CONTAINER.
We remain inside the Monitoring Station as Sam 2 climbs

inside the Cargo Container He readies himself. Says a
little prayer and... he cant do it! Cursing at himself and
glancing at the time ticking away before Eliza lands, he
jumps back out of the CARGO CONTAINER and runs back into
the base.
CUT TO:
Sam 2 sits down before the Old Man. Eliza’s imminent

arrival causing increased STRESS and TENSION.
Sam 2 takes out the piece of paper on which the COORDINATES

of the Jammers are printed out.
He starts to frantically type, altering the PATH of the

HARVESTERS. *
157 EXT. MARK 157 *
Mark trundling along at half-speed. The Harvester suddenly

changes direction -- veering sharply to the left and
heading up over a steep slope.
CUT TO:
Back on Sam 2 as he RAPIDLY types, makes an error, screams:
SAM 2
Fuck!
Pounds the delete button, continuing to type coordinates

into the Old Man -- He’s done! He leaps out of his chair
and tears off through the base towards the cargo container.
CUT TO:
159 EXT. WIDE SHOT -- THE MOON 159 *
As Eliza’s spacecraft sets its sights on Selene, we see the

Cargo Container ROCKET through the sky in the opposite
direction.
CUT TO:
160 INT. MOON BASE SELENE/QUICK SHOTS 160
For a few moments all is quiet inside the base.
The “PING-PING-PING” of the Old Man.
The grinding GURGLE of a computer readout.
This sequence echoes the tour at the very start of the

film, but the base has a decidedly different feel to it
now. It’s like an abandoned house.
CUT TO: *
On the monitor: “RESCUE UNIT ELIZA: ARRIVED.”

162 EXT. ELIZA’S SPACECRAFT/MOON SURFACE 162
A box shaped spacecraft, all menace and angles, slowly

DESCENDING towards the lunar surface.
CUT TO:
163 INT. INFIRMARY -- LATER 163 *
Gerty sits lifeless. *
We hear the sounds of pressure doors opening. Unrecognized *

voices as the landing crew enters the base, calling for *
Sam. *
Gerty comes to life. *
His principal monitor POPS ON and his pincer-like HANDS *

begin to TWITCH. His READOUT SCREEN streams with DATA. *
Gerty’s head begins to swivel left and right -- as if he’s *

awoken with a stiff neck -- eventually he SEES Sam 3, *
crosses to him. *
Just like that, Gerty continues his routine checks of Sam 3 *

-- studying Sam 3’s heartbeat, his brain activity -- the *
robot literally picking up where he left off. *
And then Sam 3’s eyes open. He is awake. He blinks at *

Gerty, cloudy, groggy. *
SAM 3 *
Where am I? *
GERTY *
Sam, you’re in the Infirmary. You *
had an accident. *
Sam 3 staring ahead, trying to dig up the memory. *
GERTY (CONT’D) *
Do you remember what happened? *
SAM 3 *
No, Gerty. *
(a beat) *
I don’t remember a thing. *
We hear heavy footsteps and voices closer now, just outside *

the infirmary. *
CUT TO: *
164 EXT. MARK/JAMMER/MOON SURFACE 164
A CLOSE UP of MARK as the Harvester churns along and SLAMS

into an JAMMER with full force.
The Jammer wobbles unsteadily from the IMPACT, before

finally TOPPLING over, HAZING the air with lunar dust. *
CUT TO:
165 EXT. CARGO CONTAINER/SPACE 165
The Cargo Container BULLETING through space, fire blasting

from its jets like the petals of an exotic flower. *
CUT TO: *
166 INT. CARGO CONTAINER 166 *
Sam 2 is seriously cramped inside one of the Helium 3

containers, about as comfortable as a pony in a dog kennel,
but nonetheless WHOOPING RAUCOUSLY at the sheer velocity of
the container -- as well as, and perhaps even more so, the
fact that he has successfully escaped the base.
He’s going home.
CUT TO:
167 I/E. CRASHED ROVER/MOON SURFACE -- DAY 167
Sam 1 has stopped breathing. The sun shines on his face.
168 SAM’S DREAM 168
Sam walks towards Tess. He sits down in front of her on the

blanket.
A beautiful picnic is spread out before them. Tess has

never looked so radiant, so beautiful. Light from the sky
pours into her upturned face.
TESS
What took you so long?
Sam just smiles back at her. She hands him a bottle of wine
and a corkscrew.
CAMERA PANS UPWARD -- not a cloud in sight -- but we are

just able to pick out the chalky outline of the MOON,
resembling a white thumb print in the blue sky.
HOLD THIS shot of the Moon for a few seconds before we
FADE TO BLACK. *
169 INT. COMMS ROOM 169 *
On the Comms Unit monitor there is a BLAST of STATIC, *

followed by a FLASHING MESSAGE: *
“LIVE FEED AVAILABLE.” *

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What is the setting of the story?

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What is Sam Bell's role?

What is Sam Bell's role?

MOON

Story by Duncan Jones

Draft: 11th November 2007

Liberty Films © Copyright 2007

It plays an essential role in Cold Fusion, often toted as

There is one major problem...

Helium3 is extremely scarce on Earth. The gas does,

Should we turn to Cold Fusion in the future, it is

We hear something -- a machine -- CHURNING and POUNDING.

1 INT. REC ROOM -- MORNING 1

The sound belongs to a regular old TREADMILL like you see

Sam’s face is flushed and glistening with sweat. He lunges

We see OUTSIDE THE WINDOW: A gray, powdery landscape

2 EXT. MOON -- MORNING 2

Aerial view of the Earth’s only natural satellite, the

Desolation. Serious, uncompromising, desolation. This place

And utter silence.

Eventually the camera arrives at a moon base, DIVING DOWN

TITLE CARD: “MINING BASE SELENE. CREW: 1.”

3 INT. BATHROOM\SHOWER -- MORNING 3

Sam takes a shower, treading in a tight circle beneath the

4 INT. COMMS ROOM 4

As Sam continues his message, we are given a TOUR of the

5 INT. MONITORING STATION 5

6 INT. RETURN VEHICLE 6

A small space craft attached to the base. It is essentially

7 INT. REC ROOM 7

Sam spends most of his time here. It is kitchen and play

DETAIL: A WOODEN MODEL

On a table, we also PICK OUT a LARGE MODEL carved out of

SAM (V.O.) (CONT’D)

We go even CLOSER to the model, seeing that there are

SAM (V.O.) (CONT’D)

A strange angular room, obviously purposeful, but its *

10 EXT. LUNAR LANDSCAPE 10

The empty terrain surrounding the mining base, as viewed

CLOSE UP -- A HAND TOOL

Some kind of rake or shovel half buried in the powdery

SAM (V.O.) (CONT’D)

11 EXT. EARTH -- AS SEEN FROM THE MOON 11

From up here it is easy to see why the Earth is sometimes

12 INT. SLEEPING QUARTERS 12

Sam’s bed -- A New York Jets poster on the wall -- a few

We MOVE CLOSER to the PHOTO by the bed.

Of a slightly younger and clean-shaven Sam with his arms

SAM (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Tess is a far cry from the stereotypical Astronaut’s Wife

Tess is modern, sophisticated, and jaw-droppingly

Note: In the photograph Tess is visibly PREGNANT.

SAM (V.O.) (CONT’D)

13 INT. COMMS ROOM 13

Back with Sam at the Comms Unit as he wraps up the message.

And he sends the message.

The main corridor connecting the different rooms. We’ve

15 INT. REC ROOM 15

A state of the art robot, a GERTY 3000 -- known simply as