All Is Lost Page #3

He digs around in a bin that is just above the water level.

He pulls out three cans of fiber glass raw materials.

EXT. DECK NEAR GASH - HANGING OVER EDGE

We see our man mix up the fiberglass and hang over the side

of the boat and attach the strips of wood to the boat then

start fiberglassing over the strips.

It is perilous work as he is hanging over the edge of the

boat as it sails along.

INT. CABIN

He does some of the same work from inside the cabin. He is

starting to make some progress. There is now seven inches of

new makeshift hull that is drying.

6.

EXT. COCKPIT OF THE BOAT

OUR MAN starts in on a built in hand pump that will pump the

water from the cabin. He has shoved a long mop handle into

the pump for better leverage.

He checks the compass.

WE SEE SEVERAL SHOTS OF HIM PUMPING AND FIBERGLASSING.

EXT. BOW OF BOAT - SUNSET

Night is falling. OUR MAN eats a can of soup while sitting

and staring out at the ocean.

EXT. COCKPIT OF THE BOAT - NIGHT

OUR MAN tries to sleep as the water in the cabin sloshes

around.

FADE TO BLACK.

EXT. BOAT - (DAY 2)

A FULL DAY OF:

Pumping.

Fiberglassing.

Eating.

Pumping.

Fiberglassing.

Eating.

Pumping.

Fiberglassing...he almost falls over the edge.

Eating.

NIGHT FALLS:

OUR MAN sits and stares out at the endless ocean. He lays

down and falls asleep.

FADE TO BLACK.

7.

INT. BOAT - MORNING

OUR MAN stands in front of the gash. The repair is completed.

Although it looks like hell, it is watertight. He is pleased.

He looks down at his feet and the floor of the cabin can now

be seen as the water is gone. The wooden decking is starting

to warp up but there is no standing water.

His eyes drift over to the navigation and electronics table.

EXT. BOAT - DECK - BRIGHT MORNING

There is no wind, the ocean is flat. OUR MAN takes down the

sails and the boat comes to a stop. As it does the repaired

gash dips below the waterline and he looks on to see if it

will hold water. It does.

CUT TO:

OUR MAN has laid out and secured down all of the charts,

maps, navigation books, and is bringing up pieces of

electronics one by one to dry in the glaring midday sun.

He zeroes in on the radio. He starts to take it apart. The

salt has begun to corrode the inner parts of the radio. Our

man looks around.

He grabs a container of fresh water and pours it over the

radio parts. He puts it down to dry in the sun.

He goes over and starts to collect the maps. He sits down

with the pile and searches through to find one that

corresponds with his last coordinates.

The two electronic GPS systems sit in a pile on the deck

useless.

By the look on OUR MAN’S face he has been relying on the GPS

too closely in life. He is lost.

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