All Is Lost Page #6

INT. LIFERAFT - NIGHT

OUR MAN is about to get the sh*t beat out of him and he knows

it. He has done everything he can to prepare for the worst

and now he is just sitting on the windward side of the raft

listening as the sounds of the storm start picking up.

He looks out the window and you can’t see much but what you

can see is not good.

OUR MAN hangs on as the tent starts to buckle down on him

from the force of the wind. Then in between the gusts of the

wind the raft starts getting thrown at some pretty crazy

angles as the waves start to build.

INT. OCEAN

Back at our ocean view the fish seem to have disappeared but

the raft and sea anchor look stark against the thrash of the

storm. The sound underwater is silent though, which is a very

pleasant contrast to the storm above.

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INT. LIFERAFT

This isn’t good. The tent is now about to give way and is

being blown down almost on top of OUR MAN.

The waves seem to be coming around and over the raft.

Then without notice the raft gets flipped over and everything

starts to fill with water as all of his supplies fall on top

of him and tumble around the raft like a washing machine.

The side walls to the raft now crumple and OUR MAN is lost in

the mayhem.

The raft finally comes to the bottom of the wave and settles

back right side up.

It is filled with water.

OUR MAN immediately starts bailing out the water using an

empty can.

After bailing and bailing OUR MAN finally lays into an almost

fetal position and tries to close his eyes.

He opens them and the nightmare continues.

They close.

Open.

Finally close.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. OCEAN

An extreme wide shot of the raft and sea anchor alone at sea.

The camera gets closer and closer to the raft but there are

no fish to be seen. As the camera goes by the raft:

CUT TO:

EXT. OCEAN/RAFT-BRIGHT SUNNY MORNING

OUR MAN is laying looking like a battered fighter across the

raft. The tent has been ripped and almost completely

destroyed by the storm. OUR MAN has now lost his protection

from the sun. Also most of his provisions have been either

swamped, destroyed, or lost overboard. He is clinging to the

chart and sextant.

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He opens and eats a food ration packet from the emergency

survival kit.

He pulls in the sea anchor to try to speed his process

towards the shipping lane. He also uses it as a blanket to

protect his legs from the sun.

He takes the large water jug, tries a sip, and spits it out.

Salt. Somehow saltwater has made its way into the water jug?

He looks around the lost horizon. He’s totally f***ed.

He breaks down.

Then pulls himself together. He looks up at the glaring sun.

Inspiration.

He is now moving quickly again.

He takes out his small knife. He leans the large plastic

water jug (think a plastic version of one of those auxiliary

gas cans that were attached to the back of the jeeps in the

Korean war like in M.A.S.H.) on its side and begins cutting

out the top side to the corners. Essentially making a very

large dish. He fills it with sea water. He takes another much

smaller container and places it in the center of the larger

water jug.

He then cuts out a large piece of clear plastic from a window

panel in the ripped tent. He places that over the whole top

of the open side of the water jug. His last move is to put a

small weight of some kind in the middle of the plastic right

over the open top of the smaller container in the middle.

He then lies down next to the contraption and looks at the

underside of the plastic.

Over a minute or so in extreme close up we see condensation

starting to form on the underside of the clear plastic from

the heat from the sun. The water droplets then run towards

the middle low point and when they hit where the lowest point

is they fall down into the smaller container in the middle

with a pleasant dropping noise.

OUR MAN lets out a small smile.

He has built the most basic form of a desalination plant. It

will be a brutal process to monitor, but it should be enough

to keep him alive.

As OUR MAN lays down on the boiling hot yet wet and fetid

floor of the raft he closes his eyes. He (we) then hear the

sound of something below him.

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He opens his eyes. Looks around then goes back to listening.

He hears it again.

He sits up and looks around, nothing.

Then he goes over to the edge of the raft and looks down

below him into the water. He sees several of the larger fish

circling below him.

He has one thought... food.

OUR man looks around the raft. He looks through what is left

of the emergency kit and finds some string and fish hooks. He

takes a small piece of some of the food ration and puts it on

the end of the hook.

He lowers it into the water below him and waits.

He takes a very small drink of water from the cup in the

middle of the water contraption. It almost makes him more

thirsty.

OUR MAN looks at his watch, it’s almost noon.

He takes out the chart and sextant and does a reading. He

marks his course on the chart.

The camera comes in on the chart. He is in the shipping lane.

He looks up from the chart and scans the horizon.

Nothing.

He throws the sea anchor back out into the water to now try

to stop his progress and stay in the shipping lane for as

long as possible.

The fishing line starts moving ever so slightly. Then more

so. He picks up the spool and starts pulling it in.

Into the boat comes a two-foot long fish.

He bashes it over the head.

Then fillets it and eats it raw.

EXT. RAFT

OUR MAN is sitting on the edge of the raft trying to bail out

some of the water when his face registers something.

He stares out into the distance.

All the way across to the horizon he sees a tiny black spec.

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What is it?

His eyes are stuck on the horizon, he does not look well.

The black dot gets larger and larger. It is a ship.

As it gets closer we see that it is a very, very, very, large

ship. In fact it is a cargo ship that has shipping

containers, like the one that first punctured his boat,

stacked a hundred and fifty feet above the deck.

As it gets closer we see that it is on a pretty direct path

for OUR MAN which seems a good thing although as it gets

closer we realize it could be a really bad thing.

OUR MAN starts waving his hands and yelling. His voice is

hoarse and mostly useless at this point.

The ship is so massive that there is no way to see the bridge

from OUR MAN’S vantage point.

The ship comes right up on top of him. He shoots off one of

his remaining rescue flares, but it is bright daylight so it

does very little to register anything.

The ship almost runs him down. It looks like a skyscraper

next to him, then it goes racing by moving much faster than

you would think.

OUR MAN is now staring at the back of the massive ship still

waving and yelling.

Nothing.

It steams off into the distance til it disappears.

OUR MAN is despondent.

He lays back down, and as the sun sets he falls asleep.

FADE TO BLACK.

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