Contact Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 150 min
- 3,351 Views
The Minister kneels next to Ellie, watching her knead
another piece of bread into a ball before tossing it into
a small fish pond. In the b.g. we see the sheriff and
several relatives watching.
MINISTER:
I'm so sorry, Ellie. More than I
can ever say.
Ellie keeps watching the pond. The clouds overhead are
reflected in the patches of water between the lily pads.
ELLIE:
Those lily pads must look like
clouds to that carp, don't you
think?
The Minister frowns. Gently:
MINISTER:
Ellie... this life doesn't last
forever. Some day you and your Dad
are going to be together again, in
heaven.
ELLIE:
(turns to him;
equally gentle)
He isn't in heaven; he's in the
ground. We just put him there,
remember?
OFF the astonished Minister --
Relatives, townspeople, the Minister and sheriff mingle
quietly. The kitchen table and counters are covered with
a sea of casseroles.
Ellie watches the gathered from a doorway, then slips
away.
INT. ARROWAY HOUSE - WORKSHOP AREA - NIGHT
Ellie slowly approaches the darkened bench area where the
SHORTWAVE is set up; the pin-dotted map above it. She
TURNS it ON; the dial glows.
She reaches out for the microphone, holding it tightly in
both hands. Pushes the button.
ELLIE:
CQ WR2, this is GFO, do you copy?
(looking up)
Dad, this is Ellie, come back.
EXT. HOUSE - HIGH ANGLE - NIGHT
Tiny Ellie is visible THROUGH the window, and as we begin
to PULL UP and AWAY her emotion-choked voice continues,
small and faraway...
ELLIE (V.O.)
This is Eleanor Arroway broadcasting
on 9.2 megahertz. Dad, are you
there? Come back. Come back. Come
back...
CUT TO:
DEEP SPACE - MESSAGE
-- rockets through the Rosette Nebula, a vast cloud of
glowing red hydrogen illuminated by young hot stars a
hundred times brighter than the sun. Their solar wind is
blowing out an immense cavity in the interstellar gas and
dust.
PALM LEAF:
lies on the streetlamp-lit sidewalk.
We hear the sound of a BUS PULLING UP, its door opening.
After a moment a pair of sneakered feet tentatively step
INTO FRAME. A suitcase is set down next to them as we
hear the BUS WHEEZE OFF into the night. A hand reaches
down, picks up the palm leaf.
22-YEAR-OLD ELLIE examines it, then looks up in
apprehension at the old prewar Spanish structure of Cal
Tech.
INT. CAMPUS BUILDING - CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Ellie's FOOTSTEPS ECHO as she walks down a corridor, its
walls hung with portraits of Galileo, Copernicus, Hubble.
She pauses at a photograph of Einstein standing outside
the entrance we just saw. Sound up cut: THE RAMONES' "I
Wanna Be Sedated" --
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