POINT BREAK

UTAH

Storm's already here... It's

bringing me the swell.

Johnny stares into his drink.

ANOTHER BLAST OF COLD as the front door opens.

Johnny turns at the sound.

TYLER takes a step inside. Her hair is different, more

bleached out, frazzled from the sun. Her eyes adjust to

the dark room.

TYLER

John, they're here.

Utah downs the drink and slides off his stool. He has a

pronounced limps as he crosses to Tyler at the door.

They exit into daylight under an old wooden sign which

reads: LIGHTHOUSE PUB - BELL'S BEACH, AUSTRALIA

CUT TO:

EXT. LIGHTHOUSE PUB - DAY

UTAH and TYLER walk out onto the roadway as several

Australian Police cars converge on them. A dozen

uniformed OFFICERS step out. The ranking officer, a

fortyish LIEUTENANT, walks up to Utah.

LIEUTENANT

D'you see him, Mr. Utah?

UTAH

No. But he's here.

LIEUTENANT

Now, look, I know you used to be a

federal agent up in the states and

all that, but you're a citizen now,

so just find him and we'll handle it

from there.

UTAH

No problem. Just give me a couple

minutes with him first.

Johnny limps out across the huge expanse of sand alone.

CUT TO:

EXT. BELL'S BEACH - AUSTRALIA - DAY

WALL OF SOLID WATER FIVE STORIES HIGH CRASHES straight

down in a holocaust of spray...

Rising up from the ocean to meet a tormented sky, roll the

most terrifying waves any surfer has ever seen. They

close out, pummeling the ocean floor, casting a shockwave

up the shore.

SURFERS gather on the sand, gaze out to sea.

1ST SURFER

Jesus Almighty, the bloody sand's

shakin'.

The beach sounds like a MORTAR RANGE.

JOHNNY passes among the brahs.

2ND SURFER

Totally closed-out. It's fuckin'

death on a stick.

ON BODHI, sitting crosslegged in the sand, arms folded

around his knees. He stares pensively out at the waves.

His hand reaches out and absently strokes a surfboard

lying next to him.

UTAH (V.O.)

I knew you wouldn't miss the fifty

year storm, Bodhi.

Bodhi smiles, the odd smile of a sportsman who appreciates

the cunning of his opponent. Utah sits beside his prey

and stares at the ocean. Bodhi stares with glittering

eyes at the heaving ocean before him, face splitting into

that feral, death's head grin.

BODHI

And I always knew I could count on

you, Agent Utah.

UTAH

I'm not FBI anymore.

BODHI

You never were...

UTAH

I asked them to give me a couple

minutes...

Utah calmly glances over his shoulder.

Bodhi follows Johnny's gaze to the cops watching from the

road.

BODHI

It went bad, brah. Real bad.

(smiles inwardly)

I just felt it was time...

A BOOMING ROAR sounds from the ocean.

Bodhi just stares at the waves, with awe and perhaps fear.

BODHI

Time to dance with the universe.

(he turns to Utah)

I could never handle a jail cell.

You'll do this for me, won't you

Johnny? Haven't I earned this

much?

Utah doesn't move to stop him as he stands, hefting the

longboard.

He half smiles, then turns toward the water, and starts

walking.

He stops. Turns around.

BODHI

Thanks, brah.

Bodhi doesn't wait for a reply. He walks to the water's

edge, and never looks back. He throws his board into the

foam and paddles, the riptide pulling him out. The

monsters dwarf his body as they quickly suck him into the

trough of the holocaust.

UTAH stands and solemnly waits for the universe to deliver

final justice. The cops are running clumsily across the

sand, too late to stop Bodhi. Tyler steps up behind

Johnny, and puts her hands on his shoulders.