POINT BREAK

A paste-white frightened kid. Eighteen years old.

Suddenly realizing that this is not some video game. That

death is real.

He slumps back, losing the battle for consciousness.

WE HEAR SIRENS APPROACHING.

ROACH

(freaking to Bodhi)

We gotta bug out, man! We're eatin'

it bad on this one. Let's go!

Bodhi reaches down and picks up Johnny's FBI shield off

the floor.

He considers it for a long time. Then looks up at Johnny.

His eyes seem to ask for forgiveness...

A moment before he smashes the Casull into Johnny's skull.

JOHNNY'S POV, as he drops to his knees. Everything going

dark as we see Bodhi's face distantly, his mouth moving

slowly...

BODHI

Goodbye, Johnny.

The floor rushes up and smashes us in the face.

A view of shoes, running away from us, leaving bloody

footprints. Then total darkness.

CUT TO:

INT./ EXT. FIRST SECURITY BANK - LATER

Ten minutes later the bank "crime scene" is in full swing.

UNIFORM COPS are everywhere, trying to get statements from

sobbing witnesses. HARP, MUNOZ, COLE AND PAPPAS represent

the FBI contingent. Cole has one arm strapped to his body

in a fairly elaborate sling, and he moves slowly.

Harp is barking orders to everyone in sight. Outside

(visible beyond the doors) it's total pandemonium, with

cops and ambulances, and of course a huge crowd of

rubberneckers. A MINICAM CREW shows up. Harp starts

shouting at them.

COLE, with evident pleasure, cinches down a pair of

handcuff's on Utah's wrists with his good hand. Johnny

has a deep cut on his forehead, and the blood is trickling

into his eyes, but he seems not to notice. Not to hear

MUNOZ speaking monotonously--

MUNOZ

-- if you so desire, an attorney

will be provided for you free of

cost. Do you understand these

rights I have explained to you?

Utah?

Pappas charges through the crowd, pushing Munoz aside.

PAPPAS

He knows his goddamn rights!

(looks at Utah)

Jesus, kid. I knew you were getting

too close to these guys.

(turns to the other

agents)

Gimme the goddamn key to these

things, Cole. Christ!

He gestures to the cuffs still cutting into Johnny's

wrists.

Cole hands him the key.

Harp storms toward them.

HARP

Don't take those off. Just leave

them on! Your partner's an

accessory to murder. You realize

that?

Harp spins Johnny by the shoulder to look at--

Paramedics carrying the covered body of the off-duty cop.

Beyond, still on the floor, is Grommet, his eyes staring

in death.

He was right about not making thirty.

HARP

Three men dead. One of them a cop.

How's that sit in your gut, Utah?

UTAH

(cold and scary)

Take your hand off my shoulder right

now.

Harp pulls back instinctively. Utah's eyes burn into him.

Looks like Johnny's not in the FBI anymore.

PAPPAS

Look, Harp. Don't turn him over to

the uniforms like some punk. Let me

ride him in.

HARP

Yeah, sure. Why not? You two

screw-ups deserve each other.

That's why I put you together in the

first place. Christ Pappas, you're

as bad as he is... talk about the

blind leading the blind--

Pappas steps close to the Supervising Agent.

PAPPAS

Harp, let me tell you something. I

was an agent in this bureau when

your mommy was still wiping your

shinny pink ass, and you know one

thing I learned in all those years

that you still haven't?

HARP

What that?

Angelo steps in with a roundhouse that has all of his 280

pounds behind it.

Harp's head snaps back, and he flops in a heap.

PAPPAS

Respect your elders.