"THE MARTIAN" (2015)

F O R Y O U R C O N S I D E R A T I O N

THE MARTIAN

Written by

Drew Goddard

Based on the novel by Andy Weir

Shooting Script

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THE RED PLANET momentarily eclipses the Sun. As sunlight breaks across the edge, warming the surface...

We’re MOVING THROUGH the channels of Acidalia Planitia to find the ARES 3 HAB SITE.

TITLE: SOL 18

CLOSE ON ASTRONAUT MARK WATNEY. He’s in the middle of an EVA experiment. He chips at a section of rocks and records his observations on his ARM COMPUTER.

Bright-eyed and optimistic. Another day at the office.

VOICE (OVER RADIO) Hear that, everyone?

And we FIND RICK MARTINEZ inspecting the MARS ASCENT VEHICLE (a.k.a “The MAV”) on the launch pad. They speak over radios.

Martinez studies the MAV for a moment, then speaks thoughtfully into his arm computer:

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VOICE (RADIO) Watney, you keep leaving your channel open...

FIND COMMANDER MELISSA LEWIS across the way, overseeing a drill experiment.

VOICE Speaking for the smart people of the world...

DR. CHRIS BECK studies samples on slides at his station.

VOICE Happy to turn their radios off from here, Commander...

BETH JOHANSSEN sits inside at her computer, tracking (among other things) the group’s communications.

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Click. Mark and Martinez’ radios go SILENT.

As Lewis works, we see Mark throwing up his arms in the background, like “Hey! C’mon!”

ALEX VOGEL wears the EUROPEAN UNION patch on his shoulder.

While the two of them use a SPECIMEN DRILL to bore holes in the ground, we see Mark waving his arms in the background: C’mon, turn my radio back on...

Johanssen frowns as she receives a MISSION UPDATE from Houston. Her face goes PALE...

Lewis reads the tension in Johanssen’s voice.

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LEWIS looks to the skies. IN THE DISTANCE: a STORM darkens the horizon.

Angle MARK: as the dirt in front of him starts to blow in the incoming WIND...

Lewis reads the update. Everyone else is inside as well. Mood is grim -- this is not good news.

Everyone tries to hide their crushing disappointment.

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ON LEWIS. This news hits her worst of all. She tries to consider all her options. Mind RACING.

Fuck.

The HIGH WINDS slam into our five astronauts as they exit the airlock. They struggle to stay on their feet as they fight their way through the punishing storm.

Sand continues to slam them as they take step after agonizing step towards the MAV. It’s brutal; they fight for every inch.

Mark pauses to catch his breath. Starts forward again...

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WHAM! A massive section of antenna SLAMS INTO MARK out of nowhere. He’s lifted off his feet and YANKED away into the storm. It happens FAST. One second he’s there...

And then he’s gone.

JOHANSSEN BECK

He’s offline. I don’t know -- Commander, before we lost where he is -- telemetry, his decompression

alarm went off --

LEWIS JOHANSSEN

Shit! Johanssen where did -- He was right in front of you last see him? me and then he was gone. He

flew off due west --

Lewis surveys the scene. Visibility is NEAR ZERO. She can barely see the people next to her. Tries to keep her heart from POUNDING out of her chest.

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CONTINUED: (2)

The group fights through the chaos --

WHOOSH! Martinez dives into the airlock, forces the door closed. Waits for agonizing seconds as it pressurizes...

Pressurized. Martinez races up the ladder, slides into the pilot’s couch and boots the system.

Beck checks the readout on his arm computer.

Everyone stops short as that news lands.

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Vogel, Beck, and Johanssen stumble into the airlock.

Lewis can’t see a thing in any direction. C’mon, think, Melissa, think...

She reaches into the pack on her back and removes two of the one meter drill bits she was using earlier to take samples. She holds one in each hand, dragging them on the ground as she trudges through the sand.

They rip off their helmets. Scramble up the ladder.

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Beck slides into his acceleration couch.

As Martinez waits for the radar, he glares at Beck.

Lewis fights her way through the storm.

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SCREEEACH -- the MAV lurches, begins to tip --

JOHANSSEN VOGEL

13 degrees -- -- We’re past balance. We’ll

never rock back --

WHOOSH -- Martinez fires a burn from the nosecone array.The thrusters fight against the slow tilt of the spacecraft...

C’mon... c’mon... 12.9 degrees...

Lewis stands alone in the storm.

She stares out at the darkness all around her.

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Martinez fights the controls. Beck and Johanssen share nervous glances. Finally:

WHOOSH. Down below, Lewis slams the airlock door shut.She tears off her suit. Makes her way to the flight cabin.

She doesn’t say a word as she straps herself in to her couch.

For a moment, nobody speaks. Then:

Lewis closes her eyes. Nods.

Martinez nods. Activates the sequence. The pyros FIRE. The main engines IGNITE...

CLOSE ON LEWIS. Just as the MAV LURCHES UPWARD, we --

THEODORE “TEDDY” SANDERS, Director of NASA, steels himself before he steps to the podium. Normally, he leaves these briefings to his press secretary.

Today is different. He opens a RED FOLDER.

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As the CACOPHONY of questions erupts from the press --

Clear skies above the surface of Mars once again. PRELAP the sound of an ALARM: ARRR... ARRR... ARRR...

A BODY lies facedown, half-covered in red sand at the base of a hill. We catch a glimpse of the nametag on the spacesuit:

“Watney.”

The OXYGEN ALARM inside the helmet continues to BLARE.And just as it builds to crescendo...

Mark Watney gasps for air.

He jerks back into consciousness. He’s disoriented, alarms BLARING inside his helmet. As he struggles to move...

He screams in pain. Glances down. Sees:

A JAGGED LENGTH OF ANTENNA has pierced his spacesuit and stabbed straight into his abdomen. CAKED BLOOD all around the wound.

Mark’s training kicks in --the suit is breached -- he struggles to his knees -- gasping in pain -- he reaches to the side of his helmet for the BREACH KIT -- pulls the valve free -- grabs hold of the antenna... grits his teeth...

AND YANKS the antenna out of his side. The antenna SNAPS FREE -- the suit is exposed to atmosphere -- the pressure inside DROPS -- Mark CRIES OUT, goes woozy --

But stays conscious.

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He slams the breach kit over the hole. Seals it. Checks his arm readout. The oxygen stabilizes. He’s still alive.

For now.

He struggles to his feet. Picks up the length of antenna. Begins the LONG CLIMB up the hill.

We’re WITH MARK as he makes the climb, and as he crests the hill we swing around to reveal:

It’s been battered by the storm, but it’s still intact.Mark registers momentary relief. But then his eyes dart over to the MAV LAUNCH SITE.

It’s empty.

He keeps walking.

Mark fumbles his way into one of the hab’s airlocks.As soon as the airlock equalizes, he tears off his helmet...

Mark stumbles into the main area. Peels off his jumpsuit. WINCES as he rips the blood-caked fabric away from HIS WOUND.

His fingers probe the puncture. It’s deep. That’s bad. He checks his back for an exit wound. There’s none. That’s good. He grabs the broken antenna he brought with him.His fingers trace the bloodied end. It’s jagged -- as though a piece of the antenna broke off inside him.

That’s really bad.

Mark stumbles over to the first-aid station. Grabs supplies. Anesthetic. Syringe. Forceps. Needle. Suture thread.

(This is not exactly going to be easy to watch.)

Sweat pouring off his brow, Mark loads up the syringe with anesthetic. Grits his teeth. Injects it into his wound. Gasps. Breathes. Grabs the forceps. Hesitates. I don’t want to do this. He takes a deep breath...

And digs the forceps into his wound.

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He CRIES OUT in pain. Nearly goes unconscious. Fights it. Don’t pass out, Mark. He probes with the forceps, grimacing in agony. He can’t find it. Pushes the forceps in deeper. And DEEPER. Jesus. Mark’s face goes WHITE.

He finds it. Yanks the forceps free. Sees the small piece of shrapnel. It’s out. Hallelujah.

Mark grabs the needle. Tries to thread it. His hands won’t stop shaking. He makes fists. C’mon Mark. Steadies himself just enough.

He begins to stitch himself up. Bit by agonizing bit. His hands keep shaking, but he refuses to stop until the wound is closed. Finally...

He’s done. He clips the sutures. Collapses back into his chair. Oh Jesus. Tries to catch his breath.

We slowly ANGLE IN ON MARK as he struggles to breathe... and breathe...

And as we settle into a CLOSEUP, we see the full reality of Mark’s situation hit him. He’s in agony. Left for dead. All by himself.

The only man on the planet.

His eyes drift to the middle distance. Then...

CUT TO TITLE: THE MARTIAN

CAM ANGLE: we’re looking through what (we assume) is a NASA camera. Mark’s head peeks into frame. He adjusts the camera, seems unfamiliar with how to work the video journal.

He types on the keypad. We see the NASA TIMESTAMP appear on the frame. There, it’s working.

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Mark holds up the jagged piece of antenna.

Mark trails off. It’s one thing to know it. It’s another to say it out loud.

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Mark sits in his bunk. Drumming his fingers on the wall. Thinking.

The first slivers of sunlight start to creep over the horizon.

TITLE: Sol 21

Mark flushes the toilet, which begins the procedure of vacuum- drying the waste. Mark glances back at the system. Hmmm...

The system finishes its process, sealing the waste into --

A SILVER BAG.

Mark studies the bag. Idea forming.

Inventory. Mark removes all of the ration packs, stacking them in orderly piles as he catalogues their contents.One case in particular catches his attention.

Label: “DO NOT OPEN UNTIL THANKSGIVING.”

Mark sits in the darkness. We get the sense he hasn’t moved much in the night. He stares into the middle distance.

Then.

He makes the decision. Get up, Mark. He gets to his feet. Moves with purpose as he rummages through the hab. Looking for something. Where is it? There...

A pencil.

He pulls a notecard free from one of his manuals. Paper.

Back to basics. He sits at the table. And begins writing math equations.

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Mark addresses camera. He looks a little less-terrible than he did before.

Mark holds up one of his mission briefs. Points to the word “Botanist” under “Watney.” Looks at us like, impressed?

Mark collects the pile of silver bags. Carries them inside.

Mark stands in the kitchen, surrounded by silver bags.He fills a large container with water from the Reclaimer.He dumps in the contents of the compost bin.

Then he stares at the bags. He does not look happy.

He tears open a bag. Dumps the contents into the bin. Tears open another bag. As he does so, he starts to GAG --

TITLE: Sol 24

Mark scoops Martian dirt into a container with a small shovel. He carries the container to the airlock --

Mark enters the Hab, dumps his container of dirt into a corner where he’s cleared an empty area.

TITLE: Sol 25

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Same shot. Mark enters with another container. We follow to reveal... there’s now a HUGE PILE of dirt in the corner.

TITLE: Sol 28

Mark has spread the dirt over a third of the Hab floor.He stares at the compost bin. Eyes it like it’s his nemesis.

Then he takes a deep breath. Opens the bin. Begins dumping it over the Martian dirt.

He can’t hold his breath forever. He breathes eventually. Oh god, that’s horrible.

TITLE: Sol 31

Mark cuts each potato into four quarters, making sure each quarter has at least two eyes.

He begins planting each potato quarter in nice, orderly rows. As he works, we slowly WIDEN OUT to reveal --

The ENTIRE HAB is now covered in SOIL. Not just the floor -- Mark has cleared every available surface -- bunks, countertops, table -- and covered it with his dirt.

Mark packs soil on top of one of the crew member’s bunks.As he moves the personal items aside, he finds a DATA-STICK.He holds it up and looks at it:hmmmm. CUT TO:

Mark has plugged the data-stick into the computer and is now viewing its contents: old episodes of seventies television.

Mark just sits there. Watching HAPPY DAYS.

TITLE: Sol 36

Mark trudges out to the Mars Descent Vehicle (MDV) -- the lander that brought the six of them to Mars. He delicately begins to remove the Hydrazine tank from the undercarriage...

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Science time. Quick cuts now as Mark shows us how to make water by burning rocket fuel:

-- Mark duct tapes torn trash-bags to create a tent, which he uses to cover his work table.

-- He tears an air hose from one of the space suits, tapes it to the tent, hangs it from the roof. Now he has a chimney.

-- Mark vents pure oxygen from a tank, lights it with a spark from battery wires. Whoosh. Points the flame at the wood shavings. Now he has a small torch.

-- Mark holds the torch, starts the Hydrazine flow.The Hydrazine sizzles on the iridium and DISAPPEARS.

FOLLOW Mark’s gaze up to the chimney. FLAME BURSTS start sputtering out from the hose. Mark grins. It’s working.

Mark checks his instruments. Watches the temperature carefully. Repeats the process.

We may also notice Mark is wearing the protective inner lining of his EVA suit. Along with goggles. An oxygen mask hangs around his neck.

Mark talks directly to camera. We may notice he is standing in the middle of what looks like a mad-scientist’s chemistry experiment.

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Mark just stares at the camera. Then continues.

He holds up Martinez’ pack. Removes a small wooden cross.

He starts shaving the cross down with a knife.

Mark’s still at it. He looks exhausted. He goes through the procedure once again. Glances at the atmospheric analyzer. Hm. Is that right? Doesn’t give it a second thought.

He strikes the torch again...

BOOM!

The explosion is LOUD, FAST, and CONTAINED. It blasts Mark clear across the room. He hits the ground like a wet rag.

Mark talks to camera. His clothes are somewhat scorched. His hair is singed in patches.

He’s still dazed. A little out of it.

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He just sits there for a while.

Mark’s back at it. He checks his math, adjusts the O2 levels. He glances at camera, then crosses his fingers. Winces as he fires up the torch.

He doesn’t blow up. Phew. Starts venting the hydrazine.

Later. Mark steps back from the table. Wipes the sweat from his brow. Looks at his hands. Sweat. He walks over to the walls. Sees the condensation. Beads of water everywhere. He traces them with his finger.

It’s as though he’s created a rainforest in his Hab.

He walks to the WATER RECLAIMER. Takes the lid off the TANK.

It’s now FILLED with water. Mark grins.

TITLE: Sol 48

WIDE SHOT: we see the entire Hab. The surfaces covered with soil, the cramped living space, the mad-scientist experiment.

Mark works at the table. And as he does so... we begin to SPEED UP. Time lapse photography:

Mark vents the Hydrazine -- Mark checks his readouts -- Mark collects water from the reclaimer -- Mark spreads the water over his soil -- Mark eats lunch -- Mark goes back to work --

Moving faster and FASTER:

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Mark sleeps -- Mark puts on his spacesuit -- Mark exits the Hab -- Mark brings in more dirt -- Mark vents Hydrazine -- Mark eats -- Mark sleeps --

While the days FLY BY, we’re slowly ANGLING towards the back of the room...

-- Mark works Mark eats Mark sleeps Mark works --

Towards a small patch of SOIL in the corner. We land in CLOSEUP: soil filling the frame. We HOLD.

And after a beat...

A single, green SPROUT breaks through the soil.

TITLE: Sol 54

CUT TO BLACK.

And FROM BLACK, we FIND EARTH. The calming blue-greens a welcome reprieve from the fiery reds of Mars.

Teddy speaks before a memorial. A somber crowd listens in silence. We watch from far away.

A MAN walks past the NASA logo greeting visitors at the gate.

TITLE: JOHNSON SPACE CENTER, HOUSTON, TX

The man enters the main lobby.

TITLE: VINCENT KAPOOR, DIRECTOR OF MARS MISSIONS, NASA

Guards glance up from the television, nod hello. As Vincent walks through security, we catch a glimpse of their screens:

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A CNN TITLE reads: “President Speaks At Watney Memorial.”

As Vincent makes his way through NASA, we notice EVERYONE IN THE BUILDING is watching news reports of the Watney service.

ON THE SCREENS: We catch a brief glimpse of a female astronaut floating in zero-g, eulogizing Mark.

A man sits at his desk, staring out the window. We recognize him from the beginning of the movie.

TITLE: TEDDY SANDERS, DIRECTOR OF NASA

ON THE TELEVISION, we see Teddy shake hands with the President at the service.

Vincent gives it a passing glance as he enters.

Not one for small talk, Teddy gestures for Vincent to hand him the request form he’s holding.

Teddy gives it a quick glance, shakes his head.

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Vincent shrugs -- then what is it?

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CONTINUED: (2)

Vincent thinks about it. Frustrated. Tries another tack.

He knows this sounds cold, but he’s out of options.

Teddy stares back out the window. Vincent has a point.

A WOMAN in her twenties checks the work order on her screen.

TITLE: MINDY PARK, SATELLITE COMMUNICATIONS, NASA

She straightens up when she sees the request comes from “KAPOOR, Vincent.” She enters the latitude and longitude...

Her heart starts to beat a little faster. Click. The images pop up: overhead shots of the Hab site. Morbid curiosity getting the better of her, she scans for Mark’s dead body. Doesn’t find it. Hmmm...

She zooms in on the Hab. That’s strange.

And then it hits her.

Oh god.

She doesn’t know what to do. It takes her a moment to find the phone. Heart POUNDING.

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A hard-charging WOMAN stares at us in SHOCK --

TITLE: ANNIE MONTROSE, Director of Media Relations, NASA

Annie, Vincent, and Teddy all huddle in the conference room. IMAGES of the HAB site on the screens around them.

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Vincent shoots Teddy a glance. After a moment, Teddy understands what it means.

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CONTINUED: (2)

Vincent’s eyes drift to the images of Mars.

Mark stares directly into camera.

We now notice that Vicki Sue Robinson’s “Turn the Beat Around” is playing on the computer.

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Mark sits at his work station, checking A MAP of Mars while he makes calculations.

TITLE: Sol 70

We see Mark trace a route from his position to the crater.

Quick cuts. Mark rips the (VERY large) battery out of Rover 1 and drags it over to Rover 2. Stares at it. Where am I gonna put this?

Mark speaks directly to camera.

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MUSIC UP: The bouncing bass line of “Rubberband Man” by The Spinners carries us through --

-- Mark attaches the battery to Rover 2 with a makeshift harness.

-- Mark sits behind the wheel of his wagon train. Takes it for a test drive. It’s not pretty, but the spare battery HOLDS. As do the solar cells.

Mark speaks to the camera. His teeth are chattering.

Mark drives back towards the Hab.

Mark drives the Rover across Acidalia Planitia. IN THE DISTANCE: a GREEN FLAG is planted at the top of a hill.

Mark climbs the hill.

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Mark begins to dig up the big box of plutonium.

Mark unearths the RTG. It looks like a small missile.

Mark talks to camera while he drives the rover. He’s covered in sweat. He even has his shirt off.

Mark hits play on the computer. “Hot Stuff” by Donna Summer starts playing. It’s super disco-y. Mark drives, stone- faced, while it plays.

The rover heads towards the Hab in the distance, growing smaller and smaller in frame. Gotta have some HOT LOVE baby this evening... Hot hot hot hot... stuff...

SATELLITE IMAGERY: from above, Mark’s rover cuts across Mars.

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A CNN REPORTER conducts an interview with Vincent in the NASA MEDIA ROOM. Annie watches like a nervous stage mom.

Venkat walks quickly down the halls with Annie...

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Vincent and Annie enter just as the rest of the Department Heads are settling for the meeting. Teddy glances up --

Vincent starts to muster an “are you kidding me?” as Mindy passes out a brief to the department heads.

Nobody’s quite sure who Teddy is asking.

A man who seems to embody the word “gruff” stares at Mindy over his brief. Who is this kid?

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TITLE: MITCH HENDERSON, Hermes Flight Director, NASA

Teddy looks to the brilliant-but-constantly-harried man skyping in on the computer screens.

TITLE: BRUCE NG, Director, Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

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CONTINUED: (2)

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The Hab has been TRANSFORMED into a makeshift GREENHOUSE. Plants sprout everywhere. Mark uproots some of the potatoes, cuts them in pieces. Replants them.

TITLE: Sol 79

Back to work. Mark sits at the table, studies his maps.He can’t crack the problem. C’mon, Mark, think...

Then it hits him. He zooms in on the map. We catch a glimpse of two words: “Chryse Planitia.” Mark leaps from his chair. Studies the map up close.

He nods. Whispers to himself. Okay...

SATELLITE VIEW: Mark’s Rover 2 cuts through Mars.

Vincent huddles over Mindy’s screen.

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Vincent stops short. Mindy looks at him: what?

Vincent bolts away. Mindy follows.

Vincent hurries into the employee break room. A lone TECHNICIAN sits, sipping coffee. ON THE BACK WALL: a large poster of Mars (the type they sell in gift shops.)

Vincent rips the poster off the wall.

Vincent marks it off on the map with a sharpie. Draws Mark’s location. He needs a ruler. Looks around, grabs the Technician’s notebook out of his hands. Uses the spine to connect the dots. Studies it. Grins.

Vincent, lost in his own world now, bolts for his office.As he hurries away (leaving Mindy and the Technician behind):

Mark’s Rover 2 crests a hill, approaching HIS DESTINATION:

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There, buried in a mound of Martian sand, we catch a glint of metal in the sunlight.

As Mark drives towards it...

Bruce waits in the lobby as Vincent walks through the front doors.

TITLE: Jet Propulsion Laboratory, Pasadena, California

They shake hands.

Bruce and Vincent hurry across the JPL campus. In the background, deer frolic. (NOTE: This is real. Deer frolic out in the open on the JPL grounds. NOTE: It’s awesome.)

Mark, on foot now, digs at the location. As he begins to reveal the buried metal...

Vincent and Bruce enter the cavernous JPL garage. A large crowd mills around an APPARATUS covered by a sheet.

Bruce nods, pulls off the sheet to reveal...

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The American spacecraft launched in 1996. It’s in two notable sections -- the large LANDER and the smaller SOJOURNER ROVER.

Vincent’s eyes gleam as he stares at the craft.

Mark has now uncovered Pathfinder. He stares at it with a similar gleam in his eye. Then he drags the Lander to the back of Rover 2, begins lashing it to a makeshift hitch...

TITLE: Sol 109

Sojourner now sits beside the workbench outside the Hab, watching as Mark methodically takes apart the Lander.

It looks like he’s been at this a while. He removes the battery, replaces it with an environment heater. Like a surgeon performing a heart transplant.

He locks the heater into place, and as it CLICKS we --

CUT TO BLACK.

Titles (s)

PATHFINDER LOG: SOL 0 BOOT SEQUENCE INITIATED TIME 00:00:00 LOADING OS... PERFORMING HARDWARE CHECK... INT TEMPERATURE: - 34C, EXT TEMPERATURE: NONFUNCTIONAL, BATTERY: FULL, HIGAIN: Okay, LOGAIN: Okay, METEOROLOGY: NONFUNCTIONAL, SOLAR A: NONFUNCTIONAL, SOLAR B: NONFUNCTIONAL, SOLAR C: NONFUNCTIONAL, HARDWARE CHECK COMPLETE

THEN:

BROADCASTING STATUS

LISTENING FOR TELEMETRY SIGNAL...

LISTENING FOR TELEMETRY SIGNAL...

LISTENING FOR TELEMETRY SIGNAL...

THEN:

SIGNAL ACQUIRED.

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Vincent, Bruce, and the JPL team see the words come up on the main screen. The room begins to BUZZ...

Mark stares at the high gain antenna on the Lander.It starts to MOVE... angling towards Earth.

Mark begins to dance.

Vincent and Bruce cluster around the station of TIM GRIMES.

Bruce mouths “I will fire you” to Tim.

ON THE SCREENS: the panoramic starts to appear, one vertical stripe at a time.

The image reveals a handwritten note, posted on a metal rod.

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The image reveals two more notes, spaced a few feet apart.

Mark watches as the camera moves towards one of his notes. We ANGLE IN on the paper, focusing on one word in particular:

“YES.”

Mark addresses camera.

Mark methodically sets up cards marked “A-F” and “0-9” in a circle around the camera.

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Mark sits in Johanssen’s bunk. Scrolling through her laptop.

Tim consults an ASCII chart as he points the camera...

The camera swings from card to card...

Mark translates the numbers with his ASCII table:

“HOW ALIVE”

Mark ponders the question. Begins writing his response.

“Impaled by antenna. Bio-monitor destroyed. Crew had reason to think me dead. Not their fault.”

Mark inputs the code into the rover’s computer.

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Mark waits patiently at the computer.

Text pops up on Mark’s screen. As he reads:

Vincent and Bruce huddle around Tim’s console while Vincent dictates and Tim types.

Teddy, Mitch, Annie, and the rest of the team watch Vincent’s text cross the screen.

Mark reads the text. His first human contact in quite some time.

Vincent and Bruce huddle around Tim’s console.

Everyone laughs, cheers. Tim notices there’s more...

Vincent and Bruce share a glance. Vincent thinks about it.

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Mark watches the text pop up onscreen:

The whole room waits patiently. Tim reads the response.

Mark reads the response.

Mark’s eyes narrow as he types his response. Hits ENTER.

The group reads Mark’s response. They go PALE. Oh, Jesus. Vincent hangs his head. Tim tries not to smile and fails.

Teddy is on the phone as Mitch approaches.

Teddy hangs up. Glances at Mitch.

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Teddy thinks about it.

THE HERMES: the massive spacecraft makes its way through space on its long journey back to Earth.

TITLE: Four Months Since Mars Departure

We ANGLE towards one of the windows to FIND COMMANDER LEWIS staring out at the starfield...

Lewis is alone, in a secluded section of the ship. She keys the console.

Lewis floats towards the Semicone-A ladder. MARTINEZ beats her there. As he floats up the ladder...

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As they make their way down the ladder, the centripetal force from the rotating craft creates artificial gravity. Halfway down, they have to use their hands on the ladder...

Lewis and Martinez enter the Rec Room. The others are already there -- the data dump is the highlight of the day.

Johanssen opens the message. Hits play.

The news hits the crew like a freight train.

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For a moment the group sits in stunned silence.

Vogel cracks a smile.

Beck starts to laugh. Relief pouring out of him.

But Lewis is still in shock. Her words barely a whisper:

The group trades glances, but nobody knows what to say.

Without another word, Lewis turns and exits the room.

TITLE: Sol 128

Mark removes water from the water reclaimer. Goes down the rows of plants, watering one by one.

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Mark talks to camera.

Mark adjusts the camera to show more of the lab. We see the lush greenery of the potato plants EVERYWHERE.

Mark leans one elbow against an imaginary pillar and hooks his other thumb on his imaginary belt loops.

Mark turns his back to camera, looks at us over his shoulder, and bites on his thumb suggestively.

MUSIC UP: “Right Back Where We Started From” by Maxine Nightingale takes us into...

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-- Mark stands outside in his suit. Positions himself in front of the camera. Holds up a notecard. We’re behind him, we don’t see what the notecard says. As he poses --

Annie tosses a photo on the conference room table:

Mark, in his spacesuit, gives the camera a big thumbs-up.He holds up a note that says, “Ayyyyyyy!”

Vincent and Bruce are both on monitors from JPL.

Vincent gives a look that says “Et tu, Teddy?”

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EXT/ INT. HAB AIRLOCK - DUSK

Mark finishes putting on his spacesuit. Snaps his helmet into place. Grabs his toolkit.

Mark steps into the airlock. Closes the door behind him. As he does, we begin ANGLING towards the carbon-thread canvas lining the side of the airlock.

As the depressurization process begins, the canvas starts to STRETCH...

And the sheet RIPS.

The Hab breaches. In one-tenth of a second, the tear travels the length of the airlock --

The full force of the Hab’s atmosphere rushes through the breach...

KAAAA-BOOOOM!

The airlock (with Mark in it) is LAUNCHED LIKE A CANNONBALL. It flies forty meters through the air --

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QUICK SLO-MO SHOT as the crops inside the HAB are DESTROYED in the depressurization.

RAMP to regular speed --

WHAM! The airlock hits the hillside -- Mark’s body SLAMS into the wall -- his faceplate SHATTERS -- the airlock FLIPS and TUMBLES down the hill. Mark is tossed around inside like a ragdoll in a washing machine.

The airlock rolls another fifteen meters...

And comes to a stop.

Panicked breaths. Ringing ears.

Mark struggles to stay conscious. His head bleeding. Jesus Christ. What just happened?

He looks through the window. Sees the collapsed Hab. The debris of ruined equipment scattering the field between them.

Psssssshhhhhhhh...

Mark wipes the blood from his brow, rolls to his knees. Struggles out of his suit. Checks his wounds. He’s alive.

Psssssshhhhhhhh...

What the hell is that sound?

Air.

The airlock is leaking.

Mark’s heart starts to pound. He searches frantically for the leak, checking every seam, every inch of fabric...

Psssssshhhhhhhh...

Mark checks his arm computer. Oxygen flow steady. This will keep him alive. For now. But he has to find that leak...

Think, Watney. How do you find an invisible leak?

He does an inventory. He has his toolkit. He has the patch kit from his suit. Think, Watney...

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It hits him.

He pulls the knife out of the toolkit...

And cuts his own hair.

He hacks a chunk clean out of it. Holds the loose hair tight. Then he goes back to the arm computer. BOOSTS the oxygen flow. Now, all I need is a spark...

Yanks the WIRES from the power generator free. Strips the casing. Here goes nothing...

He holds the wires in the oxygen flow, rubs them together to create a SPARK. WHOOSH. He lights the hair on fire, creating the key to his plan:

SMOKE.

Mark holds his breath. Watches the smoke wisp and curl towards the floor...

Heading right through the microscopic TEAR in the fabric.

Mark grins. I’ve got you. Goes back to the toolkit. Finds that old stalwart of every NASA space mission:Duct tape.

He tears a piece free. Seals the hole. The hissing stops. Mark breathes. Okay...

Now what?

Mark cuts off one of the arms from his EVA suit. Cuts it into one square piece. Opens the patch kit. Works fast to glue the square over the area where the faceplate used to be. Then glues the arm-hole shut.

WHAM! Mark slams his back into the airlock wall, hitting it with enough force so that...

The airlock ROLLS.

It’s clumsy -- like rolling a phone booth from inside -- but it works. The airlock rolls a little less than a meter.

Mark takes a breath. Girds himself to do it again...

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The airlock has traveled the fifty meters so that it’s now close to the Hab.

Mark exits the airlock. He’s wearing the patched-up suit. Which means his faceplate is completely covered with fabric, and he only has one arm free.

He points the free arm in front of him and begins to walk.

INSIDE THE SUIT:

Mark is using the camera in his arm computer to navigate. The camera projects an image onto the inside of the faceplate. Which is now fabric. It’s crude, but it’ll work.

MARK’S POV: Mark hurries through the rip in the airlock. Stumbles through the deflated Hab, past the mess of debris, heading for the bunk. Finds what he’s looking for...

Martinez’ SUIT.

Mark stands in the center of the Hab. We finally get a good look at it. And it’s A MESS. Equipment overturned, debris everywhere. But the worst part?

Mark’s crops are RUINED.

Mark stares at the disaster of frozen soil and uprooted plants. All his work. His lifeline. Destroyed.

He stares at the mess for a long time.

Then he begins to clean it up.

Mark sits at the keypad. Takes a moment to compose his words. God, how do I explain this? As he begins to type...

Vincent, Teddy, Annie and a team of others study the analysis reports. Mood is somber.

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Bruce and his team sit around a speakerphone. They’ve just hung up with Vincent. Everyone looks suitably SHELLSHOCKED.

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Everyone is at a loss for words. You might as well have told this team they have to build a unicorn.

The Hermes continues on its course back to Earth.

TITLE: Sol 136

Martinez types at his terminal.

Mark reads his email.

Mark types his response.

Martinez reads Mark’s response.

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Martinez types. We see his response on his screen:

“Will do.”

Back to work. No choice. Mark clears the detritus from inside the Hab. Stares at the hole in the airlock.

Mark covers the hole with Hab canvas. Begins strapping it in place with duct tape. Doubles up the tape in a circular pattern. Studies his work. It’s not pretty, but with a little luck...

Mark repressurizes the Hab. Watches the canvas stretch as the pressure equalizes. He holds his breath...

The canvas holds.

Mark takes inventory of his remaining potatoes. Outside, gusts of wind slam the canvas.

Mark tries to stay focused on the matter at hand. Tries not to think about the fact that his life is currently held together by duct tape.

Keep working, Mark...

A man sleeps in his office, half-on and half-off his small love seat. He snores ever-so-slightly.

TITLE: RICH PURNELL, ASTRODYNAMICS, NASA

On his computer screen, we see orbital computations running. Vectors between Earth and Mars cycle over and over.

VOICE (O.S.) Rich?

MIKE WATKINS pokes his head in Rich’s office. Rich stirs.

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Rich nods. Grabs the old cup of coffee from his end table. Takes a big drink. His face registers shock. He opens his mouth and lets the coffee fall directly on the floor.

Rich trails off.

Rich walks out of the room.

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Vincent dictates a message to Mark. Mindy types while he talks.

Mark reads the message in the Rover.

Mark types his response...

Mindy reads Mark’s response on his screen as Vincent waits. Mindy suppresses a smile, throws it up on the main screens:

“Gay probe coming to save me. Got it.”

Teddy addresses the group from the head of the table.

Bruce looks noticeably more exhausted than everyone else.

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The room goes silent. Everyone trades nervous glances.

Nobody does.

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Mark sits at the table. A ration pack and two potatoes in front of him. He talks to camera. He looks depressed.

TITLE: Sol 154

He divides the meatloaf into thirds. Sets the majority aside. Focuses on what’s left. Which is pathetic.

Mark hacks off even more of the meager ration and half of a potato and sets that aside. There’s barely anything left.

There are also two pills on the table. Mark crushes them.

The IRIS PROBE, now mounted on the booster, is readied for launch. WATER VAPOR clouds the launchpad.

The final SUPPLIES are loaded into the probe.

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Full house. Mitch presides over the room, in his element.

Mitch puts on his headset.

And as Mitch runs through the status check...

Teddy watches the countdown clock from the observation room. He looks over what appears to be a SPEECH. We catch a few words, including, “...successful launch...”

Teddy closes the speech in a BLUE FOLDER. As the clock approaches 00:00:15....

ON THE FLOOR: Vincent leans against the wall. Deep breath.

ANNIE paces in front of the NINE TELEVISIONS in her office.

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BRUCE sits with his engineers, all in rapt attention.

RICH PURNELL works on orbital calculations at his computer. Isn’t paying attention to the launch at all.

LIFTOFF. Clamps RELEASE, the booster FIRES --

CHEERS course through the room.

While team members congratulate one another, the LAUNCHER INTERFACE frowns at his station.

A VIOLENT SHIMMY rattles the payload as the craft ACCELERATES. The bolt at the forefront CRACKS --

As the first stage depletes its fuel, it JETTISONS the stage- clamps. As the stage begins to fall away from the shimmying craft, it CATCHES HOLD, swinging unnaturally to the side.

The second stage engines IGNITE --

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WHOOSH -- the acceleration SHAKES the craft. The BOLT SHEARS CLEAN OFF -- the payload ROCKS -- THE OTHER FOUR BOLTS SNAP --

Iris slips from its supports, and SLAMS INTO THE HULL --

ALARMS and LIGHTS flash across the consoles. A cacophony of urgent voices from the floor:

GUIDANCE TELEMETRY

Force on Iris at 7 G’s. Intermittent signal loss.

GUIDANCE TELEMETRY

L.O.S. here, too. Same here.

The voices go SILENT. The alarms BLARE. Then:

Mitch looks to the main screen. It GOES BLACK, with LARGE WHITE LETTERS reading: “L.O.S.”

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ON THE SCREENS: cameras catch glimpses of debris trails falling from the sky.

Mitch puts his head in his hands.

Then Mitch Henderson says the words every Flight Director hopes he never has to say:

Vincent sits in his office. NASA is eerily silent now. It’s night. Vincent stares into space.

Click. He’s been motionless so long, the sensors think the office is empty and shut off the lights.

Vincent shifts. The lights click back on.

A chime RINGS OUT on his computer. Vincent glances at the screen, sees a relayed message from Pathfinder:

“WATNEY: How’d the launch go?”

The SOMBER REDS of MARS blaze against the spacescape.

TITLE: Sol 186

Mark stands outside. The horizon reflects off his faceplate.

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An impressive headquarters in the heart of Beijing.

TITLE: CHINA NATIONAL SPACE ADMINISTRATION

ONSCREEN: Teddy and Vincent answer questions from reporters.

We hear a MAN’S VOICE. He speaks in SUBTITLED CHINESE.

VOICE Their astronaut is going to die.

Reveal A MAN AND A WOMAN watching the monitor. The voice belongs to:

TITLE: ZHU TAO, Under-Director, CNSA

TITLE: GUO MING, Director, CNSA

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GUO considers this. But he’s already made the decision...

We’re SLOWLY PUSHING IN on Teddy as he listens to the voice on the other end of the phone detail the terms.

Teddy closes his eyes. Relief washes over him. It takes him a moment to realize they’re waiting for his answer.

Bruce stands at the white boards, addressing his department heads. He’s energized, writing like a madman while he talks:

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Rich Purnell stares at the calculations on the screen.Can these be right? He runs the numbers again. As he sees the readout on his screen, he grins:holy shit, I’m right.

Rich hurries through the halls.

Vincent’s on the phone.

Rich barges into to Vincent’s office.

Rich hands Vincent his summary.

We’re FOLLOWING ANNIE as she hurries into the briefing room. Vincent, Rich, Bruce, and Mitch are already there. Annie’s reading the email on her phone.

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Wait... what? Jesus. It’s as though Rich just dropped a bomb in this room.

Rich looks around. Grabs items off the table to demonstrate.

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He grabs the pen out of Teddy’s pocket.

Vincent demonstrates, blasting his pen off of Annie’s shoulder. Rich catches it, and points everything back towards Teddy...

The group sits in stunned silence. Teddy’s the first one to grasp the full magnitude of what they’ve just proposed.He locks eyes with Vincent --

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And there’s no mistaking Teddy’s tone, so Rich does exactly that. After he leaves the room --

Vincent nods. That’s correct.

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CONTINUED: (4)

All eyes on Teddy now. The room sits in silence. Teddy thinks for a long time. Feeling the full burden of leadership. Then:

Mitch stares at Teddy. Quietly seething.

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CONTINUED: (5)

Mark trudges out of the airlock, goes about his routine.He walks over to the solar panels, starts to scrub them for (what seems like) the thousandth time...

And stops.

He can’t do it anymore. He stares at them for a long time. Then drops the brush.

He walks to the top of the hill. Sits down.

He closes his eyes.

Later. Mark hasn’t moved. The sun is beginning to set. The temperature ALARM on his suit is beginning to BLARE.It gets cold FAST on Mars.

Mark overrides the alarm. Sits in the silence. As he glances back towards the setting sun, something METALLIC glints in the dust beneath him.

Hmm. Mark gets up. Walks towards it. It’s Vogel’s specimen drill. Dropped when the storm hit. Mark looks around, sees the HOLES drilled in the rock formation.

His fingers trace the unfinished work.

He picks up the drill.

SATELLITE VIEW: We can see Mark making his way to the Rover.

Vincent is hovering over Mindy’s station.

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Mindy shakes her head.

She pulls it up on the screen. Frowns. It’s a jumble of numbers and data.

Vincent’s the first to figure it out.

Mindy frowns. I’m sorry, what?

Vincent looks at the screens. Admiration in his eyes.

Mark addresses camera while he works at the experiment table, diligently crushing the rock samples and testing them with his chemistry set. Still somber. But he’s working.

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From his computer, Vogel runs a diagnostic check on the ship’s engines. As he finishes his work for the day, he turns his attention to his Email. Frowns when he sees:

“Subject: Unsere Kinder”

Our children? That’s strange. He tries to open the attachment, but it’s unreadable.

Vogel glides along passage to the Rec Room. Johannsen jogs within the rotating drum. Vogel approaches.

Johanssen leads Vogel into the gym.

And as Vogel tries to make sense of what he’s looking at, one phrase in particular stands out on the screen:

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“SOL 561.”

All five crew members are seated around the main table in The Rec -- the cramped area of the ship used for personal time. Lewis finishes briefing the team.

She gives the others a chance to absorb the news. They trade astonished glances.

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CONTINUED: (2)

Beck thinks about it long and hard. Then:

And then there was one. All eyes turn to Johanssen.

As Johanssen glances up at us, feeling the full weight of the world on her small shoulders --

BRENDAN HATCH oversees Mission Control from 1 a.m. to 9 a.m. The shift is much quieter than the day shift. Usually.

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ALARMS start ringing out on the various stations.

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CONTINUED: (2)

Teddy’s staring out the window when Mitch enters. Teddy makes him wait.

Teddy looks at him. Don’t give me that horseshit.

Teddy relents. Just slightly. God, I hope you’re right. Then:

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Beneath us, sunlight creeps across the ridges of the Schiaparelli Crater. We PRELAP the sound of DRILLING.

TITLE: Sol 219

Mark talks directly to the camera.

Mark thinks about that. Grins. Okay, I guess that sounds awesome.

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MUSIC UP: The opening CHORDS of “Starman” by David Bowie take us to...

Mark, in his MAV SUIT, stands on top of Rover Two. He holds the large ROCK SAMPLE DRILL like a jackhammer, drilling holes through the roof. It’s grueling work.

He’s been at this a while: we catch a glimpse of the SEVEN- HUNDRED HOLES he’s drilled around the edge of the roof.

He finishes the last hole. Then he grabs a SCREWDRIVER. And a ROCK. Jams the screwdriver between the holes like a chisel. WHACK! He hits it with the rock.

WHACK! He hits it again. And again.

“Didn’t know what time it was the lights were low, oh, oh...”

Mark positions the partially-disassembled rover in front of the camera. Frames his handiwork. Waits.

“I leaned back on my radio, oh, oh...”

Vincent and his engineers study Mark’s photograph. Okay, good. The engineers start sketching out what to do next...

“Didn’t know what time it was the lights were low, oh, oh...”

A bleary Teddy and Mitch step into the lobby of the China National Space Administration. They find Zhu and Guo waiting for them with an entourage. As they shake hands...

“There’s a starman waiting in the sky...”

Mark, inventories his remaining ration packs while he eats a potato.

He labels a few ration packs as he sets them aside: “Departure,” “Birthday,” “Last Meal...”

The Hermes approaches Earth, slowing rotation...

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Martinez talks to his wife, MARISSA, on a screen in the video booth. She’s upset with him.

Goddamn it, he’s right. After a moment, she holds her hand up to the screen. He does the same.

Bruce and his team oversee the Iris 2 Probe as it’s loaded into shipping containers.

A few Chinese members of the CNSA (dressed in protective gear) watch as well.

Lewis, floating now due to the lack of centripetal gravity, talks on the computer to her husband, ROBERT. It’s clear they love each other.

Robert holds up a vintage 1973 copyAbba’s Greatest Hits album.

Lewis squeals when she sees it. Claps with delight.

The Iris 2 Probe is attached to the booster.

Mitch engages in a heated argument with the Chinese Flight Director.

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The translator tries to translate his words. Zhu raises his eyebrows, glances at Teddy --is this guy for real?

Teddy shakes his head,Don’t look at me, man.

Mark seals the tent to the roof of Rover 2, then pressurizes it. Checking for leaks. It’s like a hot-air balloon.

Vincent and his engineers are doing the exact same thing -- they have a mirrored set of Mark’s equipment. They try to figure out how to fit the Oxygenator into the pop tent.

Vogel entertains his WIFE and their young CHILDREN. He flips from a low-G area into a non-G area. ON THE SCREEN: The kids laugh and laugh.

The Taiyang Shen LAUNCHES. Mitch, Teddy, and the Chinese scientists all clap, shake hands.

“He told us not to blow it ‘Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile...”

Mark, bops his head to the music as he drives Rover 2 across the dunes.

The Iris 2 probe separates from its booster rocket.

Martinez takes control of the probe. He pilots it towards the Hermes...

The probe approaches the Hermes as the docking procedure begins...

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Beck, geared up in his EVA suit, tethered to the wall, guides the probe to the docking port.

Johannsen watches anxiously through the window port as Beck secures the docking.

Beck, geared up in his EVA suit, tethered to the wall, guides the probe to the docking port.

“Let the children lose it, let the children use it, let all the children boogie...”

The Hermes, rotating once again, soars through space on its return journey to Mars. It leaves the Earth behind...

And the music slowly FADES OUT.

As we hold in silence on the Red Planet, the title takes a little longer than usual to appear onscreen....

TITLE: Sol 461

And it’s OVER SIX MONTHS LATER, so a lot has changed.

Both Rovers are now hitched together. Pathfinder rides on top of Rover 1 like Granny Clampett. Rover 2 houses all the equipment. The whole thing looks like a Gypsy caravan made of billion dollar NASA equipment.

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The Hab is similarly transformed. All the major equipment has been stripped for parts. Sections of the canvas have been cut down, re-glued, making the tent lopsided in places.

Mark talks directly to camera. The six months have transformed him as well. He’s GAUNT. His hair is longer. His impressive beard shapes his face.

It’s better than winning the Nobel Prize.

Last day in the Hab. Mark shaves his beard. CUT TO:

Mark organizes the boxes and boxes of experiments he was keeping alive during his time in the Hab. Among the labels we see “Das Soil Samples.” CUT TO:

Mark pulls on his suit. Performs final shutdown. All the computers, lights, heaters go DARK. Silence.

Mark depressurizes the Hab. Stares at it for a moment. Thank you for keeping me alive.

Mark opens Rover 2. We catch a glimpse inside: it’s filled with frozen potatoes and scavenged equipment.

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Mark tosses the box of remaining rations inside. We catch a glimpse of one of the labels:“Goodbye, Mars.”

Mark climbs into Rover 1. Powers up the system. Here we go.

Mark rolls out of the Hab site. Heading towards the horizon.

Mark leaves FOOTPRINTS in the red dirt as he walks.

Mark takes careful note of one of the Martian moons (PHOBOS) in the sky. Finds his course.

Mark sits outside the rover in his MAV suit while he waits for the solar panels to charge.

He takes in the view. Phobos arcs through the sky.

It’s beautiful.

SATELLITE VIEW: Mark’s caravan makes its way around the impressive Marth Crater.

Mindy watches at her station. Vincent approaches.

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The ROVER cuts across Mars. No music. Just quiet. Wheels turning in the rust-colored dirt.

TITLE: Sol 494

The Rover has a max speed of 25 kph, so it’s slow going. But hypnotic. Right now, it’s the only thing moving on the entire planet.

ANGLE MARK. Watching the horizon.

A stack of paperwork drops in front of Vincent. We notice diagrams for the MAV.

Vincent starts to look through the plans.

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Bruce gives him a look that says,well, that depends on your definition of “do that,” Vincent. He begins to deconstruct a scale model of the MAV:

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CONTINUED: (2)

Really?

Vincent puts his head in his hands.

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CONTINUED: (3)

Mindy reads Mark’s response while the group awaits.Mitch looks on from his station.

TITLE: Sol 538

Mark stares at the camera with a look that says, “Oh jesus these JPL guys are gonna get me killed.”

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MUSIC UP: “Waterloo” by ABBA begins to play...

Mark stands at the base of the MAV. He holds a large wrench in his hand, almost like a weapon.

As Mark stares up at the MAV with a gleam in his eyes...

“My my at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender...”

Mark tears the acceleration chairs out of the cockpit.

WHUMP. One after another, the acceleration chairs hit the dirt in a pile. WHUMP.

Mark tears out the control panels. He’s having fun.

WHUMP. The controls hit the dirt. The pile is growing.

MUSIC UP: “Waterloo” by ABBA begins to play...

Martinez runs through a flight simulation at his station. It’s not going well. “Collision with Terrain” blinks in angry red letters on his screen.

Lewis shrugs. The taskmaster.

Martinez reboots the simulator...

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Mark waits in the airlock with a mess of stripped equipment.

The outside of the MAV now looks like the set of Sanford and Son. Mark wrenches one of the MAV’s hull panels free.

UP ABOVE: The nose airlock breaks free, and tumbles down towards camera, BLACKING OUT FRAME.

FROM BLACK, we FIND MARK. He’s sitting on a hill slope, surveying his handiwork.

The MAV has been TRANSFORMED. The whole front has been torn off. Hab canvas now covers it. Equipment litters the area all around us. Junkyard on Mars.

“Finally facing my Waterloo...”

Mark just sits. Exhausted.

The music FADES.

The Hermes halts rotation as it approaches Mars.

TITLE: Sol 560

The whole crew is present for the state of the union.

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CONTINUED: (2)

Mark sits inside the makeshift pressurized tent. He tears open his last remaining ration pack:

“Goodbye, Mars”

He eats in silence.

TITLE: Sol 561

It’s a mob scene at NASA. Networks from all across the globe have sent teams to cover the event. Campers, crews, and chaos all around as everyone fights for real estate in the biggest story of the century.

New-Years-Eve-Level crowds gather in Times Square. On the Jumbotron, news reports announce the“Watney Rescue.”

Teddy, Vincent, and Annie watch from an observation area.

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Mitch takes his position as Johanssen’s VOICE rings out:

Crowds watch the screens in Beijing as Johanssen’s voice RINGS OUT:

The cold is not keeping the crowds from watching the screens in the Palace Square.

Lewis nods. She’s been waiting for this moment for some time. Keys the console --

Mark tries to keep his emotions under control as he waits in the cockpit...

He fails. His voice breaks.

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CLOSE ON JOHANSSEN, at her station.

CLOSE ON MARTINEZ, grinning in anticipation.

CLOSE ON BECK as he floats in the open airlock. Beneath him, the Red Planet blazes in all its brilliance.

CLOSE ON VOGEL, clamped to the floor behind Beck.

CLOSE ON LEWIS:

And finally...

CLOSE ON MARK WATNEY, in his EVA suit, strapped into his acceleration seat.

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ALL AROUND THE WORLD -- the CROWDS ERUPT IN CHEERS as they hear Mark’s voice.

Mark tenses in anticipation.

LIFTOFF.

Mark is SLAMMED back into his acceleration couch --

SFX: the MAV launches upward with incredible force. And yes, as discussed, in the history of space travel,no manned ship has ever accelerated with more force.

Mark can’t even GASP -- the wind knocked out of him -- He struggles to remain conscious as the ship shakes VIOLENTLY --

MARK’S POV: staring forward, at the HAB CANVAS (which now patches where the nosecone used to be.)

As the ship accelerates, the canvas begins to RIP --

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But Mark’s barely conscious -- his eyes drifting from terrified to serene as he fades --

HIS POV -- the canvas RIPS FREE....

Revealing the RED ATMOSPHERE of Mars. And as it thins -- as we rocket towards the heavens -- the red gives way to the black...

And the last thing Mark sees before he drops unconscious --

Are the STARS.

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WHOOSH. The attitude thrusters FIRE. The Hermes changes course --

CLOSE ON MARK as his eyelids flutter. He winces in pain as he slowly regains consciousness.

BENEATH HIM -- the orbiting MAV offers an unobstructed view of Mars. The great red planet’s horizon stretches out forever as the wispy atmosphere gives it a fuzzy edge.

It’s breathtaking. Awe-inspiring.

Mark holds up his middle finger. Fuck you, Mars.

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We’re CLOSE ON MARK as that news lands.

Everyone struggles to find a solution. Mark’s voice interrupts the silence:

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Lewis rubs her face. Thinks. Hmm...

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Both Martinez and Johanssen straighten up. What?

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Lewis’ voice rings out through the room:

CHAOS erupts at Mission Control. WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?

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Mark RIPS free a jagged edge of metal scrap from what used to be the console.

Vogel works fast. He pours SUGAR into a strong glass beaker. Drills a hole in the stopper as Johanssen enters --

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He pours LIQUID OXYGEN into the beaker.

Vogel strips electrical wires, threads them into the stopper.

Johanssen grins.

Beck (in his spacesuit) enters the Vehicular Airlock as Johanssen is ripping wires out of the lighting panel and threading them into the bomb.

He takes the bomb from her.

They share a look.

Johanssen kisses his face plate.

Beck smiles. Closes the (inner) Airlock door behind her.

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As the OUTER DOOR opens, revealing SPACE, Beck finishes securing the improvised bomb to the inner door.

As Johanssen races back to her post, Martinez works quickly at his station.

She thinks for a moment. Then she races off the flight deck.

Beck climbs out of Airlock 1, and makes his way along the hull of Hermes, using the handholds. We FOLLOW HIM as he traverses the ship, and as he makes his way into Airlock 2...

...he finds LEWIS, fully suited up, waiting for him.

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Beck sees there’s no arguing with her.

Vogel rushes into the flight deck.

They tighten the restraints on their chairs.

She presses ENTER.

We’re CLOSE ON THE BOMB as the current hits it...

KA-BOOOM! The EXPLOSION RIPS THE AIRLOCK DOOR TO SHREDS --

As the Hermes decelerates, Lewis and Beck are SLAMMED up against the wall --

Martinez, Vogel, and Johanssen endure the deceleration in their chairs. After four seconds, the ship stabilizes --

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And with that, Commander Lewis places her feet against the back wall for leverage...

AND JUMPS.

Johanssen stares at the calculations. That can’t be right...

Mark hears the news. Oh SHIT.

Lewis sails clear of the ship, controlling her movements with her MMU. We SPOT the rotating MAV way off in the distance --

Mark hears the news. Steels himself.

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Mark unclips his harness. Slams his makeshift knife into his suit. WHOOSH -- the air shoots out through the puncture --

And we’re OUTSIDE THE MAV -- as it tumbles away from us --

Mark Watney soars out of the ship.

AHEAD IN THE DISTANCE -- there’s Lewis. Mark tries to adjust course as they rocket towards each other.

And as our SCORE begins to BUILD...

ANGLE JOHANSSEN -- knuckles white as she types --

ANGLE MARTINEZ -- on the edge of his seat --

ANGLE VOGEL -- heart in his throat --

ANGLE BECK -- watching the two figures rocket towards each other below --

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ANGLE LEWIS -- as she counter-thrusts, fires her MMU.Trying to slow as Mark approaches --

And finally...

ANGLE MARK. As he cuts through space. Free as the proverbial bird. The Red Planet silhouetted behind him as he leaves it behind, once and for all.

As the score SWELLS to CRESCENDO, these two astronauts soar towards one another, arms outstretched...

JUST AS THEY REACH EACH OTHER --

Mark and Lewis float together, holding tight to one another.

CLOSE ON MARK. As he stares at Lewis. The first human he has seen in ages. He smiles.

Everyone leaps up as Lewis’ voice rings out through mission control --

They ERUPT into CHEERS --

-- and the CHEERS explode through RUSSIA...

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...and NEW YORK as news reports break the story of Mark’s rescue on the big screens.

...and CHINA...

LEWIS guides MARK towards the airlock with her MMU.

MARTINEZ, JOHANSSEN, and VOGEL race down from the bridge to meet them. They’re not in suits -- they have to wait for the outer airlock to close. THROUGH THE OBSERVATION WINDOWS: they see Lewis and Mark touch down in the airlock.

The outer airlock closes -- WHOOSH -- Mark collapses, exhausted. The inner airlock opens. Martinez, Johanssen, and Vogel race into the room, grab Mark. Supporting him. Holding him.

Everyone fighting back tears.

Click. They help him with his helmet. As they pull it off, everyone is suddenly taken aback. Oh my god...

Johanssen’s eyes are watering. Good lord, he smells bad.

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They hold each another.

Home. It’s never looked more warm and welcoming.

A man sits by himself on a bench.

ANGLE to reveal it’s MARK WATNEY. Basking in the warmth of a beautiful day.

TITLE: DAY 1

The young, fresh-faced recruits in NASA’s Astronaut Candidate Program are abuzz as Mark enters the room. The students nudge each other --Look, there he is.

By the time Mark reaches the lectern at the front, he has the full attention of the class.

The class laughs.

More laughter. Mark lets it subside.

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And there’s a pause as Mark thinks about it. The rare moment of reflection for our hero.

He nods. Genuine:

Then...

He lets those words land.

Mark opens his notebook.

Every hand in the class shoots into the air.

MUSIC UP: “LOVE TRAIN” by The O’Jays carries us to...

A SPACECRAFT is readied for launch.

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ANNIE MONTROSE stands at her place at the podium. Annie’s a little older, a little wiser, but can still command a room.

VINCENT steps to the podium. He’s calm. At ease. Much better on television than we’ve ever seen him.

And the MUSIC CONTINUES THROUGHOUT as...

The room is ABUZZ WITH ACTIVITY as they prepare for launch.

MINDY PARK takes her place at her STATION. She’s moved up in the world, now bears the title of:

BRENDAN HATCH takes his place as the new FLIGHT DIRECTOR.

UP ABOVE: In the VIEWING ROOM... TEDDY SANDERS watches the activity from his solitary seat. He has his GREEN FOLDER at the ready beside him.

A DEER trots through JPL grounds... it’s still early yet at the Jet Propulsion Labs in Pasadena....

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But BRUCE NG is awake. And he still looks as exhausted and rumpled as ever. But he’s in a good mood. He eats breakfast with his team outside as they watch the news reports detailing the “ARES 5 LAUNCH.”

Bruce and his team laugh, make jokes with each other.One of them tosses food to the deer.

“People all over the world, join in...”

Five BEAUTIFUL BLONDE CHILDREN race through the house, wearing NASA t-shirts and jumpsuits -- we get the sense this is the Superbowl for this family.

ALEX VOGEL grabs his youngest daughters as they race past. He scoops them up in his arms. They laugh and laugh.

The Ares 5 astronauts secure themselves into their acceleration chairs. We settle on one astronaut:

WEN JIANG. The first Chinese national to go to Mars.

ZHU TAO and GUO MING stand at the back of the room, listening with pride as Wen runs through his check. A historic moment for their country.

MITCH HENDERSON watches his grandson run around the park.We get the sense (the forced) retirement is treating him well.

“Let this train keep on riding, riding on through...”

CHRIS BECK accepts a bouquet of flowers from a nurse.Sets them down next to the others as he checks on...

His wife. BETH JOHANSSEN. Who’s holding THEIR NEWBORN BABY GIRL in her arms.

Beck climbs into the hospital bed next to them.

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As we hear the TIMER CONTROLLER initiate the COUNTDOWN...

We settle on the final member of the ARES 5 team:

RICK MARTINEZ. He grins as he feels that all-too-familiar surge of adrenaline. Here we go again...

We’re MOVING DOWN THE HALLWAY of a quaint house. On the WALLS: vintage albums and posters...

Donna Summer’s LAST DANCE on 7”... C’est Chic... A framed top that looks like something Gloria Gaynor wore...

And mixed in among the glittery paraphernalia:

The NASA Distinguished Service Medal... The Congressional Medal of Honor...

MELISSA LEWIS is glued to the television. She doesn’t look up as her husband brings her a cup of tea.

She’s with the crew in this moment. Her husband doesn’t take offense. He gives her a loving pat and exits.

“People all over the world, ‘round the world y’all, join hands...”

WIDE ON THE WHOLE ROOM as the team stares back at us in eager anticipation.

Launch.

The crowd erupts into cheers. They reach for one another.

We drift up to find...

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Earth. Blue and beautiful.

Home.

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