POINT BREAK

PAPPAS

Added to which indignity, I got

three months left to retirement and

they saddle me with some blue-flamer

fresh out of Quantico for a partner.

Some quarterback punk, Johnny Unitas

or something.

UTAH

The shit they pull, huh?

Pappas snorts agreement and cannonballs into the pool.

Huge backblast of water. The other agents hoot and

holler.

Corey swears and wipes off his clipboard.

Johnny steps to the edge, looks down.

We see the blindfolded Pappas groveling along the bottom.

The other agents cheer as Pappas heads for the surface.

COREY

Here he comes. Hold up a fish,

he'll take it right outta your hand.

Pappas surfaces in an explosion of spray as he sputters

for breath. He grabs the edge and angrily slaps two

bricks on the tiles. He rips off the blindfold looks up

and frowns.

A HAND ENTERS FRAME to help him up. Pappas takes it and

Johnny hauls him on deck.

COREY

Hey Shamu, this is your guy.

Pappas eyes the new agent warily. Extends his hand.

PAPPAS

Pappas. Angelo Pappas.

UTAH

Punk. Quarterback Punk.

PAPPAS

(grinning)

Welcome to Sea World, kid.

INT. SEDAN - DAY

SERIES OF TIGHT SHOTS

ECU sweep hand of a dive watch clicks through the

seconds.

Magnum shells are fed into a pump shotgun.

Velcro straps of Second Chance body armor are fastened.

White gloves are pulled snug over strong hands.

A silk tie is straightened. A shotgun slide is cocked.

The sweep hand approaches the twelve.

A LATEX MASK is pulled over the back of a man's head.

VOICE

The little hand says...

The mask turns into FULL CLOSE-UP. It is RONALD REAGAN.

REAGAN

... let's rock and roll.

INT. BANK OF AMERICA

Business as usual. The scene so normal you know something

is about to happen. An exiting MAN stuffs bucks into his

wallet, reaching for the door which--

SLAMS INWARD. He is hit by a wall of EX-PRESIDENTS.

REAGAN charges in with his buddies RICHARD M. NIXON,

LYNDON BAINES JOHNSON and JOHN F. KENNEDY.

Reagan throws the poor guy skidding across the floor.

Nixon buttstrokes a guard, hard in the nuts, with his 12

gauge.

The other guard goes for his holster -- finds himself

facing three shotguns and one very large handgun.

Reagan sights down the pistol.

REAGAN

Use a gun, go to heaven.

The guard freezes. White and sweaty.

Tricky Dick slips up to him and collects the pistol.

Kennedy covers the stunned customers.

Johnson backs up against the door jam, watching the

street, and the sedan idling at the curb.

REAGAN

EVERYBODY FREEZE!! That's right.

ALL TELLERS step back from the

counter! Hands on heads! MOVE!!

Nixon and Reagan move quickly to the counter as the

tellers comply.

REAGAN

Everybody else on the floor! Do it!

On the floor, let's go.

NIXON

SUCK LINOLEUM, BITCH!! You got

earwax?!

Nixon grabs a stunned woman by the arm and hurls her to

the floor.

She lands hard. Everyone is on the deck by now.

The Presidents move fast.

Reagan leaps onto the counter. Stands up where he can see

all.

Nixon hurdles to tellers' side and they start moving down

the line together. Reagan controlling the room as Nixon

quickly empties the tellers' cash drawers into the sack.

His hands move like lightning.

REAGAN

Just stay cool. Everybody stay

cool. Heads down. Eyes down. The

money's insured--

TIGHT ON -- MONEY flying into the sack.

REAGAN

-- it's not worth dying for.

Another 45 seconds of your time.

That's all. Then -- Whoa, Tricky

Dick!

Nixon pulls a pack of twenties back out of the bag and

tosses it to the BANK MANAGER. Who reflexively catches

it.

Then drops it like a hot-potato just before--

It EXPLODES into a cloud of blue ink. The manager is dyed

blue.

Burnt money showers on the terrified customers.

LBJ looks at his watch and WHISTLES.

The bandits sprint for the front doors.

Kennedy exits first, followed by Reagan.

LBJ pauses under the surveillance camera, drops his

trousers and MOONS. Thank you is written across his white

butt.

BLACK AND WHITE VIDEO MONITOR--

High angle, distorted wide shot. LBJ hoists his pants and

splits, followed out by Nixon, who exits backward with the

famous double peace-sign held high overhead.

IMAGE FREEZES. Victorious Nixon, grainy... something from

a time warp. The image SUDDENLY GOES INTO HIGH-SPEED

REVERSE. The bank robbery sequence zips backward.

PAPPAS (V.O.)

Twenty-seven banks in three years.

In and out in 90 seconds. Nobody

ever gets shot. We're talking solid

professionals.

WE ARE IN--

INT. BANK CRIME SCENE - LATER

UTAH & PAPPAS are watching a monitor in the glassed-in

office. The robbery REPLAYS on grainy BLACK & WHITE

videotape.

The bandits barge in, raise shotguns and order everybody

to the floor.

UTAH

Good move.

PAPPAS

Yeah, they control the room well.

Stick strictly to the cash drawers.

VIDEO TAPE -- Utah is reverse-scanning. The bandits walk

BACKWARD into the bank. The explosion of blue ink is

sucked back into the pack of money, then leaps back into

President Nixon's hand.

UTAH

They don't go for the vault?

PAPPAS

Never go for the vault. They never

get greedy.

UTAH

Smart. You burn time in the vault.

PAPPAS

Reagan usually drives. Stolen

switch car, they leave it running at

the curb, looks parked from a

distance. When they run, they dump

the vehicle and vanish. And I mean

vanish.

Utah stops the video, now FAST-FORWARDING it, stopping

where President Nixon separates the exploding "dye pack"

planted with the money, before he tosses it aside.

UTAH

Surgical. Look at them separate the

dye packs. Dick and Ronny know

their jobs.

PAPPAS

The Ex-Presidents are the best I've

seen, kid.

Outside the windowed partition POLICE OFFICERS interview

frightened customers.

Hotshot agents MUNOZ and COLE enter from the main floor of

the bank. Think they're very slick.

MUNOZ

Anytime you two are finished jerking

off watching MTV I need to get a

look at that tape.

COLE

(sloppy grin)

Hey, Pappas, you tell the kid your

theory on the Presidents?

PAPPAS

Just take the tape, Cole.

Now Munoz starts to smile.

MUNOZ

Hang ten, Pappas, like totally

rad...

(to Utah)

I gotta tell ya, the department

loves it.

UTAH

What's he talking about, Angelo?

Harp raps glass. Cole and Munoz look sharp.

Harp enters addressing Pappas and Utah.

HARP

They found the drop car up on

Mulholland. I want you two to go

work it.

PAPPAS

What? Now I'm working the drop car?

Who's handling the scene here?

HARP

Cole and Munoz. I'm uh... letting

them run with the ball for a while.

Cole and Munoz gloat.

PAPPAS

Cole and Munoz? I been on this case

for two years.

HARP

(zeroing in on

Pappas)

That's the point, isn't it?

PAPPAS

Yeah, I get it. Time to play let's

dick the old guys, huh, Harp?

HARP

Supervising Special Agent, Harp.

Now I want you to go work the drop

car, okay, Angelo? Okay?

The Greek rises like a proud bull.

PAPPAS

Sure. No problem. How about your

office? Your office need vacuuming?

We could do that too.

Pappas and Utah move toward the door. It's a tight

squeeze as they pass Cole and Munoz. Especially Pappas.

PAPPAS

Excuse me.

Read as fuck you.

EXT. MULHOLLAND SCENIC TURNOUT - NIGHT

The diamond field of LA glitters below. The small parking

area off Mulholland is filled with squad cars. Red and

blue disco.

A flock of UNIFORMS milling about a non-descript CHEVY.

INT. SEDAN FRONT SEAT

FLASHLIGHT BEAM prowls the interior, stopping on a small

printed card, folded like a pup tent, left upon the bench

seat. It reads "Sanitized For Your Protection."

PAPPAS

Cute huh? They love to fuck with

us.

UTAH & PAPPAS pull their heads out of the sedan. Forensic

expert, HALSEY, stands behind them.

PAPPAS

Don't tell me, let me guess. The

switch-car was stolen this morning...

(Halsey is nodding

his head)

They vacuumed and 409'd the

interior, did the windows, emptied

the ashtrays...

HALSEY

Yeah, the usual drill.

Utah pulls on a rubber glove and lifts the card off the

seat. Studies it. Talks to Halsey like Halsey's the one

that just out of Quantico, not Utah.

UTAH

Could've taken their gloves off

before setting that card. Laser it

for prints. Maybe held it to his

teeth -- check the edges for saliva.

(a beat)

Today was a scorcher. This Chevy

doesn't have air conditioning...

HALSEY

Sweat secretions in the seatbacks?

PAPPAS

You through, Mr. Wizard? Let me

know if you find Jimmy Hoffa under

the seat while you're at it.

(looks at his watch)

Hell, it's only 7:30. The night's

still young... you can solve this

case and start on another one.

UTAH

Well, what're your ideas on these

guys?

PAPPAS

Forget about it, kid. They're

ghosts. Let the goddamn yuppie

Mormon affirmative action assholes

handle it. See I'm almost 55... so

I must be senile, right? They

better get me out before I start

pissing myself in public. Drooling.

It would look bad for the Bureau,

right?

UTAH

So you're gonna coast to retirement,

when you could nail these guys and

go out with come dignity.

PAPPAS

You watch your fucking mouth!

(pounds his chest)

Mr. Hoover himself pinned the Seal

of Honor right here!

The two men glare at each other. Utah looks away.

UTAH

Sorry.