POINT BREAK

Reagan pounds past him. Right through the front door of

the house.

Utah follows.

Panting as he sprints down a dark hallway.

A WOMAN with a basket of washing SCREAMS as Reagan blasts

past her, knocking her flying.

Utah leaps over her sprawled legs.

Cats blur underfoot. Utah crunches down on a tail. A CAT

EXPLOSION. Screeching merges with the woman's shrill

shouts as Utah slams the back screen door off its hinges.

Across the back yard. Fence. Over it. Running on.

REAGAN looks back.

Sees Utah still behind him like in a bad dream.

He enters the next house. Sliding glass door.

Utah sees Reagan pull it closed. Locking it.

Without breaking stride Johnny grabs a potted plant off a

patio wall.

Heaves it ahead of him.

The glass BURST INTO A WALL OF DIAMONDS.

Utah blasts through a microsecond later.

Topples the kitchen table. Furniture and crockery

crashing everywhere.

He sprints down a hallway after Reagan.

A FIERCE WOMAN in a housecoat shouting at them as they

pass, holding a vacuum cleaner like it's shot-gun.

WOMAN

Get the fuck out of this house!

What the fuck do you think you're

doing--

Around a corner. A VICIOUS SNARLING SOUND.

Utah sees something flying at him. Reflexively catches

it.

Reagan has thrown a PIT-BULL.

The Fierce Woman's fierce dog.

UTAH'S POV -- the snarling little demon right in his face.

He drop-kicks it like a goddamn field-goal right through a

doorway and runs on.

Another door. Another explosion of sunlight. Another

yard.

Sprinklers this time. Reagan and Utah running through

sunlit walls of rain. They crash through another hedge.

Emerging drenched.

The ground drops away. Slipping and sliding on iceplant,

they skid down a steep slope. Reagan reaches bottom.

A TEN FOOT RETAINING WALL, dropping off like a cliff to

pavement below.

Reagan falls, landing on his feet.

Panting now, feeling it, he stumbles up and runs on.

Utah rips down through the iceplant like a human

lawnmower.

Slides over the edge. Falls -- lands hard.

TIGHT ON HIS KNEE and SLOW MOTION.

Taking the impact.

We HEAR something go.

Utah crashes to the pavement, his face contorted with

pain.

He grabs his tortured knee with both hands.

UTAH

Not now. Not now!

Reagan runs on. They are in an enclosed storage yard of

some kind. Ten foot chainlink all around.

Utah struggles to get up and run.

He sprawls forward, biting back a howl of pain.

We see the incredible will driving him on.

He gets up and again, hobbling. Trying to run.

Reagan reaches the fence.

He is heaving for breath. Holding his side.

Utah stumbles, gets up, clutching his knee.

Hobbling forward. His eyes wild, the veins in his neck

bulging.

Reagan starts to climb. Utah collapses to his knees. He

can't go on.

Reagan reaches the top of the fence. He looks back.

UTAH HAS THE BERETTA POINTED RIGHT AT HIM.

Twenty feet away. The muzzle rock-steady. He can't miss.

They both are frozen, panting. Locked into the moment.

REAGAN

You want me, there's only one way.

PAPPAS reaches the top of the hill, 200 feet away, panting

like he's about to collapse. He sees the tableau.

ECU -- UTAH'S FINGER on the trigger. Tightening.

RACK TO his eyes. Blinking, water running into them.

God, he wants to.

ECU -- REAGAN'S EYES, through the mask. Locked with

Utah's.

UTAH suddenly snaps his hand up and FIRES VERTICALLY.

HE HOWLS WITH RAGE, FRUSTRATION AND PAIN.

FIRES AGAIN. And AGAIN.

Slumping back, his shoulders slam down onto the concrete.

Straight-arming the Beretta he FIRES RAPIDLY...

Bulleting the blue sky.

HIGH ANGLE, looking straight down on the tableau.

Reagan leaps off the fence and runs OUT OF FRAME, as Utah

empties the magazine straight at us, the shots merging

with his agonized howl, echoing as we--

CUT TO:

INT. FBI BUILDING - BULLPEN - NIGHT

UTAH sits next to the DISPATCHER waiting for news like a

sailor in a storm. His leg is popped up on a chair with

jeans split to the thigh and an ace bandage wrapped around

his knee.

His face is a nasty patchwork of scratches and bruises.

He drains his coffee and gazes out at the empty bullpen.

PAPPAS comes through the doors, wiping the remains of

dinner off his mouth.

PAPPAS

Nothing?

UTAH

Nothing.

The Dispatcher talks into his headset, glances up at

Pappas, shakes his head.

PAPPAS

Go home, kid. Get the hell outta

here. Get some sleep. You look

like shit. They get anything even

resembles your guy, I'm on your

beeper. Here. You like feta?

He smiles warmly, handing his younger partner a brown

paper sack.

UTAH

Feta. My favorite.

Managing a weary smile. Lifts his body out of the chair,

turns to go.

Angelo ponders something.

PAPPAS

Johnny...

Utah stops. Looks back at the man.

PAPPAS

All I wanna know is one thing, why

didn't you just take the shot?

Johnny's gaze turns inward.

UTAH

I don't know.

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - UTAH'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

UTAH sits on the bathroom floor as Tyler dabs Betadyne

antiseptic over his wounds. Utah cringes.

UTAH

Ouch.

TYLER

Betadyne doesn't hurt.

UTAH

You're kneeling on my hand.

She laughs, shifts her weight and keeps tending him.

TYLER

So what'd the other guy look like?

UTAH

Never saw him, was your basic hit

and run.

TYLER

But you look like you been in a

train wreck, how'd he just drive

away?

Utah acts like he wants to say something but his mouth

won't quite form the words. Tyler dabs his face, touches

a finger to his forehead.

TYLER

Johnny, what is it with you? You

have that look again, it's like

you're about to tell me something

and then you don't... or you can't.

What's going on?

Johnny searches her eyes.

She stares at him, becoming fragile suddenly.

TYLER

What? What do you want to tell me?

Utah's brow unfurls. The thought has passed. He slowly

cups his hand over hers. Gently pulling her close.

UTAH

I'm glad you pulled me out of the

water that day...

He presses his lips to the smooth curve of her forehead.

A kiss to each downcast eye. Searching out her mouth with

his own as his hands glide down the small of her back.

Their reflection in the mirror as Utah slowly lowers Tyler

to the bathroom floor. She clings tightly in a breathless

kiss.

EXT. CLIFF - NIGHT

A Buddha in the moonlight, BODHI sits crosslegged upon the

cliff, staring at the ocean.

CAMERA CIRCLES AROUND HIM, focusing in upon his eyes.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

UTAH asleep, flopped in a spread-eagled X.

WE HEAR the bedroom door opening, see a slash of light

fall across the bed.

Johnny doesn't stir.

A shadow appears on the wall, moving toward him.

An outstretched arm holding a gun.

Utah snores softly, sleeping like a baby.

CAMERA TRACKS IN on his peaceful face.

A single eyelid flutters. Total silence, until...

KABOOOOMMM! The Pillow beside him EXPLODES into a

blizzard of goosedown. Johnny rears up, eyes wide, mouth

agape.

TYLER stands above him, recovering from the kick of the

smoking 9mm Beretta in her hand.

TYLER

A lawyer!? You lied to me!

She throws his FBI gold star at his face.

TYLER

Look, Tyler, I can--

BOOM! Tyler SQUEEZES off another round.

Cascading goosefeathers falling like snow.

Utah flinches sideways.

TYLER

Jesus Christ, Johnny -- you've been

using me! Your jacket's on the

floor in the bathroom -- this

goddamn thing's half out of the

pocket... Oh God, it's all part of

some case, isn't it?

UTAH

Tyler, put the gun down.

TYLER

You tell me the fucking truth

Johnny... did your parents really

die in a car crash? DID THEY?!

She waves the Beretta in his face.

UTAH

No. They live in Columbus Ohio.

Tyler lowers the pistol slowly, the strength leaving her.

Her face begins to flood with tears.

UTAH

I work bank robbery. Guys I'm after

are surfers. I needed you, at

first, but not--

TYLER

Fuck you, Johnny Utah. Fuck you!!

Don't you have a soul? Goddamn you

to hell!

She goes limp as the sobs rack her body. The gun flops

from her grip.

Utah sweeps it under the bed with his foot.

He moves to gently comfort her.

She bolts at his touch, running from the bedroom.

Utah is up and hopping into his pants to follow her. He

stumbles.

UTAH

Tyler! Wait!!

From the living room we hear a rattling of keys, the front

door opens and slams shut. He hobbles to the door,

favoring his knee. Opens it. We hear the Porsche

screeching away.

Utah sags, the breath coming out of him long and slow.

CUT TO:

UTAH on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Phone cradled,

listening to--

TYLER (V.O.)

Hi, it's me. Leave a message.

BEEP! He rests the telephone on his chest, letting the

tape roll a moment before he speaks.

UTAH

Tyler I... look, I fucked up, okay.

I know I fucked up. I wanted to

tell you, but I couldn't -- I was

afraid you'd leave... good guess,

huh?

(grimacing)

Fuck, why can't I ever say what I

really mean? I lied to you. I'm an

asshole... but I need you, Tyler. I

want you to know that I've never

known anyone like you before in my

life... and I... I hope you change

your mind...

He cradles the receiver, looks out the window. Black of

night. Dead still.

DISSOLVE TO:

UTAH asleep, telephone still perched on his bare chest.

BUZZZZZZ! The rasp of the doorbell.

Johnny is airborne, phone flying across the floor.

Hunting for his pants, realizes they are already on, limps

in fast motion to the door.

UTAH

Tyler! Wait, I--

Whips it open.

BODHI standing in the doorway, smiling like an excited

child.

BODHI

Howdy brah.

NATHANIEL, ROACH, and GROMMET are there behind him.

They look like sentry dogs. Johnny freezes.

Bodhi walks past Utah, into the room.

BODHI

C'mon, get your gear on, we're

rollin'.

Cheerful, hardly able to contain his exuberance.

He moves through the room, grabbing Johnny's shirt from a

chair, a pair of sneakers on the floor.

Utah sees his FBI shield sitting on the dresser in plain

sight.

He palms it when Bodhi is turned away, and slips it into

his hip pocket to conceal it.

UTAH

What going on, Bodhi?

Bodhi plucks a couple socks off the couch, hands them to

Utah.

BODHI

Here.

(spying Johnny's cut

face)

Hey, what happened? Ya cut

yourself shaving?

Johnny meets Bodhi's cold stare.

UTAH

I don't think I wanna surf right

now.

Bodhi's face takes on a crazy glow.

BODHI

Naw, this is different, Johnny.

This is something totally

different... you're gonna love this.

He winds an arm around Johnny's shoulders, guides him

toward the door.

BODHI

C'mon, let's go, let's go. Time's

wastin', brah.

Bodhi claps Utah on the back, ushering him outside.

Nathaniel, Roach and Grommet fall into step beside them.

The door closes behind them.

CAMERA DRIFTS back through the apartment, coming to rest

on the 9mm Beretta, on the floor under the bed... useless.

CUT TO:

EXT. BODHI'S PICKUP - PREDAWN

The pickup is a funnel of dust along the desert road.

Black mountains against a silver sky.

INT. BODHI'S PICKUP

The tapedeck blasts. BODHI and UTAH sit inside the cab.

Through the rear window, we see NATHANIEL, ROACH and

GROMMET in the flatbed.

Bodhi swivels his eyes to Johnny, lowers the volume.

BODHI

Life's sure got a sick sense of

humor, don't you think so Johnny?

Face splitting into a shit-eating grin.

UTAH

How you figure?

BODHI

(slight laugh)

News, last night... those guys, the

Ex-Presidents... they robbed my bank

yesterday. And I was just there the

day before, cashing a check. See...

look. Assured Trust... same place.

He takes a beat up checkbook off the dash and flips it to

Johnny.

Utah opens the cover and looks.

Sure enough. Assured Trust Savings and Loan.

BODHI

I was picking up some bucks cause

we're leaving town. Bizarre, huh?

If I'd waited a day I'd been right

in the middle of it. Kinda sorry I

missed it. I'd liked to've seen

them.

A long pregnant pause. Utah breathes deeply, remaining

calm, his voice carrying a chilling bravado.

UTAH

Takes guts to rob a bank. All that

adrenalin pumping, waving loaded

guns, taking out the guards, getting

everybody on the floor, never

knowin' who's gonna burst in...

(looks right at

Bodhi)

... wondering what it's like to take

a bullet. Must be some ride.

Utah's smile is a personal challenge. Bodhi sits

perversely intrigued. The mental warfare escalates.

BODHI

Banks are insured, brah. Long as

nobody gets shot, it's really a

victimless crime. Just gotta scare

'em a little, would be my guess.

(ponders something)

Now if I was gonna rob a bank, with

all those guys wearin' body armor

these days, know what I'd carry?