POINT BREAK

Bodhi reaches his hand underneath the seat.

He pulls out a huge holstered handgun, rests it in his

lap, draws and holds the gun up against his cheek.

BODHI

.454 Casull. Most powerful handgun

on the planet. Muzzle velocity of

2000 feet per second. Twice the

kinetic energy of a .44 Magnum.

Bodhi stares at Utah, then flashes his signature smile.

Utah says coldly.

UTAH

One shot stopping.

BODHI

(laughs)

'One shot stopping'... good, very

good. I like you, Johnny. I like

you because you'll sacrifice

anything to win. I respect that.

It elevates you a little above the

drones who have learned compromise.

Here, hold it. Check out the

weight.

He twirls the gun, grabs the barrel and extends the handle

to Utah.

Johnny takes it slowly. Now it's aimed at Bodhi.

BODHI

(cheerfully)

Whoa. Careful. You got the muzzle

pointing right at me, brah.

He casually pushes the barrel away, looking back at the

highway.

Johnny swings a stiff arm out his window and pumps a ROUND

into open desert. KABOOOM!! The recoil blows Johnny's

arm back over the top of the truck. Practically breaks

his wrist.

Thunder rolls across the dark hills.

From the back of the pickup Nathaniel howls.

Grommet and Roach high five.

Johnny turns to Bodhi, breaking slowly into a feral grin.

UTAH

Nice.

He hands the smoking weapon back to him.

As if to say "two can play this game".

Bodhi stands challenged.

Each snared in the other's power...

Bodhi takes the weapon back, casually. Slips it under the

seat.

BODHI

It's a special day, Johnny U. A

very special day...

Utah's gaze travels beyond the windshield.

Where tentacles of brand new morning light vein the sky.

CUT TO:

EXT. DESERT AIRSTRIP

TIGHT ON A turbo-prop engine ROARING.

WIDER reveals a big Cessna twin. The PILOT, a weaselly

guy we haven't seen before, fires up the second engine.

The plane shudders eagerly in the metallic predawn light.

A desert airstrip near Palmdale. A couple of aluminum-

siding hangers and no tower. A few other planes around

but no activity besides Bodhi's rock-steady crew.

UTAH watches Grommet whip back a tarp in the bed of

Bodhi's truck and starts tossing out PARACHUTE PACKS.

Roach tosses one to Bodhi, who chucks it to Utah.

BODHI

Ever done this before?

UTAH

Once.

BODHI

Pure adrenalin, right?! The

ultimate rush. Other guys snort for

it, jab a vein for it -- all you

gotta do is jump.

UTAH

Sure, it's a blast, but listen, I

sorta screwed up my knee yesterday--

BODHI

Yeah, I noticed you limping.

(grins)

But don't worry about it, brah.

Don't worry at all. We're not gonna

land on land!

Bodhi grabs his sleeve, ushering him into the plane.

UTAH

Oh, well, that's fine then. I feel

so much better.

CUT TO:

INT. CESSNA

Utah sits, wearing a day-glo jump suit, hugging the chute

in his lap. Next to him is the gaping door. Beyond... a

spectacular down sunburst at 10,000 feet. ROAR of wind

and engines.

Utah watches Bodhi, Nathaniel, Grommet and Roach wriggling

into their colorful freefall suits. Nathaniel pulls on a

pair of purple shorts over his suit. Looks real dorky.

Grommet has on duck feet. Bodhi, apparently, is going to

jump barefoot.

Nobody has their chutes on yet.

Johnny hefts his, as if weighing it, somehow judging the

contents. His brain is racing. Bodhi shouts over the

roar.

BODHI

It's a little ceremony we always

have at the end of summer. One last

speedstar.

UTAH

So, who... uh, who packed my chute?

BODHI

I did. What's the matter? Don't

trust me?

UTAH

You gotta earn trust.

BODHI

Then we'll earn it together. Here,

take mine.

Bodhi swaps chutes with Johnny.

Utah looks at the new chute uncertainly.

Is this a game? Poker moves?

Did Bodhi anticipate this step?

ROACH

Hey... you don't want Bodhi's, man.

His pack-jobs suck... they only open

half the time. Take Grommet's, man.

Roach's grin is evil as he grabs Grommet's chute out of

his hands and switches it with Johnny's. Keeps that one

and gives his to Grommet.

GROMMET

Whoa, unfair, dude!

Grommet grabs his chute back and hands Johnny the one he

had, which was Roach's. I think.

Johnny looks at the pack in his hands. Then at the

grinning faces.

Russian surfer freefall roulette. Shit.

Bodhi studying him. Some kind of test.

Fuck it. Utah starts putting the damn thing on.

UTAH

We gonna jump or jerk off?

BODHI

My man!

EXT. 10,000 FEET - DAWN

Multi-colored figures explode from the plane. Leaping

into freefall. Tumbling end over end.

WEARING HEADSETS, they hurtle downward.

BODHI (RADIO)

Utah, you copy bruddah?

UTAH (RADIO)

Whoooaaah! Shhiiittt! Whoooaaah!

BODHI

I'll take that as a yes.

One by one they stabilize. Falling face down, knees bent,

they angle their hands and feet minutely to move

laterally. Utah flails, the last to trim out. But he's

holding his own.

Grommet, working his duckfeet, pitches himself into a wild

spin, rotating like a dervish in a head down dive. He

flares out and "flies" back to the others.

Rocketing through the void at 120 mph they seem to

paradoxically hang above the world, almost unmoving... on

a separate plane of existence.

A hurricane of wind. Wild HOOTING.

Despite his terror, Johnny has to grin at Nathaniel,

falling butt first like he's sitting on a big inner tube

in the pool.

ROACH

Whip it out dudes! Cheap sex with

the cosmos!

BODHI

Ten thousand feet. Let's do it.

The group stabilizes, moving together.

First Bodhi and Roach link arms, trimming constantly.

Concentrating. Nathaniel flips over onto his stomach and

maneuvers toward them. He grabs Roach's arm.

Grommet works his way next to Nathaniel. Locks in.

They need Utah to complete the ring.

Four faces beckoning to him, distorted by the hurricane

wind.

BODHI

Come on Johnny. Get in here!

Johnny moves his hands like flippers and glides clumsily

toward them. Bodhi and Grommet grab him. He's in.

A perfect five-man star.

BODHI

Relax, brah. I got you, I got you.

GROMMET

Righteous-ass speedstar, dudes!

BODHI

You diggin' this?

UTAH

Great! GREAT!

Johnny is exhilarated more than he could have thought.

Screaming down through the dawn sky at 130.

Locked into the ring. Part of something.

Connected to these guys far above the planet.

Less far every second... Bodhi's chest altimeter reads

6,000 feet.

BODHI

Purty-thirty and we're meat waffles,

folks. See ya downtown!

He releases Roach's arm and the star disintegrates,

drifting apart.

Bodhi stays with Utah, falling parallel to the horizon,

facing each other, holding hands. 4000 feet. Airspeed

140.

Grommet pulls his ripcord. He seems to be jerked upward

by a great force. Suddenly he is far above, a brightly

colored disc of fabric.

Utah is suddenly aware of the earth rushing up at him.

Nathaniel pulls, then Roach. They shoot upward,

disappearing.

Bodhi and Utah fall on, alone.

BODHI

You gonna pull?

UTAH

After you, Alfonse. I insist!

Bodhi looks at Utah. A slow grin. The meter on his chest

harness reads 2000 ft. 150 mph. 12 seconds to Valhalla.

BODHI

Don't screw around man, pull it!

UTAH

You do it... you first!

BODHI

One thousand feet. Pull the goddamn

cord!

UTAH

You first!

BODHI

Okay!

Bodhi reaches out suddenly and pulls Utah's ripcord

handle.

He waves goodbye as Johnny's canopy deploys. Utah is

jerked upward. He feels his weight hanging brutally in

the harness.

Johnny looks down.

Impossibly close to the ground. Bodhi's canopy BURSTS

OUT, an explosion of color. Below him is the shimmering

mirror of a LARGE RESERVOIR. Two seconds later the bright

yellow canopy meets its reflection and goes slack. An

explosion of white water marks Bodhi's impact.

LOW ANGLE AT WATER LEVEL as Utah hits.

IN SLOW MOTION a glorious wall of backlit spray shouts

skyward.

Molten glass falling back in the bright desert dawn.

Utah surfaces, sputtering, and shucks out of the harness.

He floats like a jellyfish, gasping for breath.

UTAH

Jesus Christ. I gotta be losin' it.

CUT TO:

EXT. AIRFIELD - DAY

Bodhi walks toward us, dripping wet and grinning.

He wraps his arm around Utah's shoulders as the others

walk up.

They're all soaked and stoked.

BODHI

Ya see... I told you Johnny U was

gonna be just fine!

Roach and the others clap him on the back. A moment of

acceptance into the tribe. Utah isn't sure what it means

yet.

BODHI

C'mere. There's something you need

to see.

Bodhi leads him toward a PLAIN UTILITY VAN parked nearby.

It was there earlier but Utah had no reason to notice it.

Bodhi opens the rear doors and motions Johnny inside.

Utah, puzzled and suddenly alert, steps in. Bodhi

follows.

INT. VAN - DAY

The interior is empty except for several canvas duffel

bags and a small portable VCR. It is one of the new sales

presentation models, with deck and monitor together in one

tiny unit.

UTAH

What's this?

BODHI

Insurance policy. Now this is going

to sting a bit, but it's for your

own growth, brah. Press play.

Utah hits the button and an image comes up on the tiny

screen.

TIGHT ON SCREEN. A night shot. Rosie the biker has Tyler

in a powerful grip. Her hands are cuffed behind her, and

her mouth is taped. He has his switchblade up to her

throat. Her eyes are wild, but with rage, not fear.

She's trying to struggle out of his grip, kicking at him

viciously.

He controls her efficiently.

Bodhi stops the tape.

BODHI

She's a wild one, isn't she...

Special Agent Utah?

Utah lunges, pinning Bodhi to the wall of the van... an

elbow across his throat.

UTAH

You're a fucking dead man--

BODHI

(gasping for breath)

Whoa, whoa!! Think it through! I'm

the only one knows where they are.

Just let me talk for a second.

Johnny pulls back. Barely in control.

UTAH

Talk.

BODHI

She'll be fine, Rosie won't do

anything. At least not as long as I

meet him at a certain place and time,

about... let's see...

(he looks at his

dive Rolex)

... six hours from now.

Utah's voice sounds kind of strangled.

UTAH

You call him... right now... and

tell him to let her go.