MOTHER

Shhh. Don't cry. It'll be over soon, darling. It'll all be over soon.

                                FATHER BYLES

He shall wipe every tear from their eyes. And there shall be no more death

or mourning, crying out or pain, for the former world has passed away.

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INT. SHIP-- VARIOUS

As the ship tilts further everything not bolted down inside shifts.

263 CUPBOARDS burst open in the pantry showering the floor with tons of

china. A PIANO slides across the floor, crashing into a wall. FURNITURE

tumbles across the Smoking Room floor.

264 ON THE A-DECK PROMENADE passengers lose their grip and slide down the

wooden deck like a bobsled run, hundreds of feet before they hit the water.

TRUDY BOLT, Rose's maid, slips as she struggles along the railing and slides

away screaming.