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