The Suits' concern was touching.
Your brother represented a significant
investment. We'd like to talk to you
about taking over his contract.
The ATTENDANT closes the box and seals it with a tape
dispenser, like it's a package for shipping. The cardboard
coffin is rolled into the furnace.
The egghead and the jarhead. Tommy was
the scientist, not me. He was the one
who wanted to get shot light years out
into space to find the answers.
PUSHING IN ON JAKE as he watches, bathed in orange light.
Me -- I was just another dumb grunt
gettin' sent someplace I was gonna
INSIDE THE FURNACE the burners quickly eat away the
cardboard; TOMMY'S FACE is, for a moment, wreathed in flame
but not touched by it, as we --
JAKE'S FACE, in icy darkness. CLOSE ON his eyes -- they OPEN
suddenly, and he takes a sharp breath.
JAKE'S POV -- the inside of a metal coffin. A SERVO WHINE
and we are moving, emerging into a large chamber --
INT. CRYO VAULT
JAKE'S POV -- A TECH in medical scrubs FLOATS WEIGHTLESSLY
toward us. Wherever we are, we're not on Earth.
Jake squints as the lights flicker on, revealing --
WIDE SHOT -- the multi-tiered CRYO VAULT. Hundreds of CRYO-
CAPSULES are opening like morgue drawers, as med techs pull
themselves about in ZERO-G, tending to their patients.
(a hoarse whisper)
Are we there?
We're there, Sunshine.
TIME CUT -- SCORES OF PEOPLE emerge from their cryo-capsules
in ZERO-G. Pale spirits of the dead rising from rows of open
The MED TECH floats among them, using his announcement voice.
People, you have been in cryo for five
years, nine months and twenty two days.
You will be hungry, you will be weak. If
you feel nausea, please use the sacks
provided for your convenience. The staff
thanks you in advance.