weather
it's very easy
to mistake a swinging bush
for a living creature.
To say nothing of a strange planet!
There's nothing offending in it
for you.
What action are you going to take
in view of Prof. Messenger's opinion?
Practically none at all.
Our research in this area
will be discontinued.
I have a statement to make.
It's not my reputation but the spirit
of the expedition that you offend...
Well, et cetera...
It's considered to be good manners
now
to laugh whenever Burton's report
is mentioned.
We've known you a long time,
but still I know so little about you.
You were very handsome then.
You don't mean that, but thanks
anyway.
Well, Chris, what do you think
about all this?
I would like to speak to your son
alone.
I hate to look like an idiot
before you once more.
I'll wait for you outside
by the swing.
He looks ridiculous, your Burton.
Don't say that.
He's obviously ill at ease.
He feels he's intruding on us.
If he decided to come, it's because
he considers the matter so important.
I didn't want to see outsiders
today any more than you did.
We don't talk to each other often
enough.
It's good to hear you say that.
Even on the last day.
The last day...
When the farewells are overdone,
you feel awful afterwards.
Let's meet after dinner.
We need to talk.
And still, why did you invite this
Burton fellow today of all days?
Where are the guests going to sleep?
Upstairs, I guess.
Well, I'll be down by the swing.
- But perhaps...
- Just a second.
The question of where they're
going to sleep can wait!
Listen, Chris...
What's the matter?
What is it down there, standing
in the garage and looking at me?
It's just a horse.
I've seen it already.
Come on!
He's very gentle.
Look how beautiful he is!
I think that Solaristics
is at an impasse
as a result of
irresponsible fantasizing.
I'm only interested in truth,
but you want to convince me
of your point of view.
I can't draw conclusions
based on "reasons of heart".
I'm not a poet.
My problem is simple:
either end the research,
withdrawing the station from orbit
and legalizing the crisis in
Solaristics,
or take extreme measures,
like bombarding the ocean
with high intensity beams.
No, not that!
Didn't you want to continue
the research at any price?
And you want to destroy that which
we aren't capable of understanding?
No, I don't advocate knowledge
at any price.
Knowledge is only valid when
it rests on a foundation of morality.
Man is the only agent
who renders science immoral.
Don't forget Hiroshima.
Then don't make science immoral!
It's strange...
There's nothing strange about it.
Even you can't be sure that
all you had seen
weren't just hallucinations.
Thank you for your time. We have
nothing more to say to each other.
- Is anything the matter?
- I'm leaving.
Leaving?
He is a bookkeeper, not a scientist.
We're friends, Burton, but you
shouldn't say that about him!
We've known each other for 20 years.
It had to end someday, I guess.
Are you leaving the child?
Why did you have to offend him?
You're heartless.
It's dangerous to send
your kind to the cosmos.
Everything is far too fragile there!
The earth somehow manages to put up
with men of your sort,
though at what cost to humanity!
Are you jealous of the fact that he
will be the one to bury me, not you?
It'd been established that the Solaris
ocean is a peculiar kind of brain.
Later, even a more daring hypothesis
was put forward,
that is the Ocean is
a thinking substance.
For years this hypothesis could not
have been substantiated.
This program is about Solaris.
Very few true believers
have remained.
First of all, they are those
who are connected with the station.
On the station for a 85-strong crew,
only three men are still working.
They are astrobiologist Sartorius,
cyberneticist Snout
and physiologist Guibariane
who is dealing with the problem...
I'm calling from the city.
Burton!
Anna, please,