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POINT BREAK by James Cameron & Kathryn ... - Whoa is (Not)

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OCEAN <strong>BREAK</strong><br />

A horizon of whitecaps churn behind him.<br />

He lies on h<strong>is</strong> board, r<strong>is</strong>ing and dropping with the swell.<br />

So far so good. He spots a wave. A fluid gray-green<br />

house r<strong>is</strong>ing, forever r<strong>is</strong>ing. Utah turns. Paddles. The<br />

house catching him, lifting him high upon its roof.<br />

Utah <strong>is</strong> committed. He gets to h<strong>is</strong> feet as h<strong>is</strong> board<br />

slices along the lip. He peers over the falls, down the<br />

face -- holy shit! -- it looks like Niagara. He loses<br />

balance and spirals airborne, falling bullseye into the<br />

IMPACT ZONE. The entire force of the wave crashing upon<br />

him, plunging him down into the--<br />

WASHING MACHINE (UNDERWATER)<br />

where he SPINS like a whirling derv<strong>is</strong>h, LASHED to a<br />

slamdancing surfboard at the mercy of God.<br />

He <strong>is</strong> held pr<strong>is</strong>oner in a grey-green churning nightmare,<br />

like a six-ton pit bull has him <strong>by</strong> the neck, shaking him.<br />

He looks around. Can't tell up from down.<br />

WHAM! H<strong>is</strong> head slams into the bottom -- rocks and sand.<br />

Stunned, he struggles toward the light, finally bursting<br />

to the--<br />

SURFACE. Gasping for breath.<br />

The good news <strong>is</strong> he's breathing, the bad news <strong>is</strong> he's<br />

surfaced in the impact zone. Another wave crashes down,<br />

stuffing him back into the washing machine. Leaving no<br />

sign of life in the white froth. The orangeade surfboard<br />

launches high into the sky, spinning like a m<strong>is</strong>firing<br />

Trident m<strong>is</strong>sile, trailing its broken leash like a kite<br />

tail.<br />

IN THE WASHING MACHINE, Utah tumbles in a cold green hell.<br />

H<strong>is</strong> chest <strong>is</strong> convulsing, needing air now.<br />

Suddenly a FIGURE lunges down INTO FRAME.<br />

A hand snatches a f<strong>is</strong>tful of h<strong>is</strong> hair and yanks him<br />

toward--<br />

THE SURFACE. The WOMAN SURFER bursts through the foam.<br />

Grabs her board for leverage. Hauls Utah's head above the<br />

water with one strong arm.<br />

He <strong>is</strong> choking, coughing, slapping fatigued arms against<br />

the surf, panic reg<strong>is</strong>tering in h<strong>is</strong> movements.<br />

WOMAN SURFER<br />

(yelling above the<br />

roar)<br />

Swim, goddammit! Come on! Move<br />

it!<br />

The woman gets her board under one of h<strong>is</strong> arms for support<br />

and sidekicks fiercely into the wave, holding him in a<br />

painful grip.<br />

With powerful strokes, she helps Utah make it to calmer<br />

water outside the break. The big waves, just forming up,<br />

lift them and drop them as they pass. Muted thunder when<br />

the waves hit the beach. She drags him half onto her<br />

surfboard.<br />

Practically slamming h<strong>is</strong> face into the board.

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