POINT BREAK

when I could have easily helped him.

Johnny calmly starts paddling toward shore.

Thundering white water pounding the rocks ahead of him.

He's stoic in the face of certain death.

UTAH

(over his shoulder,

gamely)

Bye.

WOMAN

Wait! Jesus Christ!

(swimming back to

him)

You're fucking crazy, you know that?

You go in there you're gonna eat it

on the rocks. Here, follow me.

The woman paddles parallel to the shore and Utah pumps

along behind her. She gets him away from the rocks, then

starts watching the incoming swell, timing it to the lull

between sets...

WOMAN

Go when I say. But stay down. Just

lie on the board. Alright, let's

go!

Utah paddles rapidly, following her, watching what she

does.

He is borne up by a low glassy wall.

He bellyboards all the way into the mushy shorebreak.

Tumbles. Stands unsteadily, grabbing his board. Runs

clumsily out of the retreating foam as another wave comes,

sucking water out.

On terra firma he looks back to see the woman kick-out

gracefully and disappear beyond the wave.

He flops on the sand. Shivering. Miserable.

EXT. COAST HIGHWAY - LATER

LONG LENS... the woman is peeling off her wetsuit next to

a BATHTUB PORSCHE that needs a paint job. Her board is

propped in the passenger seat. Stereo is pumping.

UTAH WATCHES THROUGH BINOCULARS from 50 yards up the road.

THE WOMAN, in a bikini, towels off briskly.

Swimmer's shoulders. Long muscular legs. Lean and mean.

She jumps into the car without bothering to open the door.

Looks at her watch -- her manner is late, in a hurry.

Through the tiny windshield we watch her shimmy and shake

as she pulls her bottoms off and struggles into something

else, not too concerned about the morning traffic right

next to her.

She pulls on a T-shirt and them performs a Houdini act to

extract the bikini top out of one sleeve hole.

UTAH WATCHES IMPASSIVELY. He starts his car and pulls out

onto PCH to follow as the bathtub Porsche zooms past.

EXT. NEPTUNE'S NET

Utah cruises up slowly, pulls off the road.

Up ahead the Porsche turns into the parking lot of

NEPTUNE'S NET, a Coast Highway hangout that serves high-

grade steamed sea-critters and beer to low-grade road

trash, bikers and surfers.

Lean-and-Mean, wearing jeans and T-shirt, jumps out of the

Porsche. She hurries to the door of the Net, unlocking it

for a couple of Mexican cooks -- helpers wearing

expressions like they wait like this for her every day.

UTAH puts down his binoculars and jots the Porsche's

license number down on a Tastee-Freeze bag. 867CDH.

CUT TO:

INT. COMPUTER ROOM - DAY

Green glow washes the intent faces of Utah and Pappas as

MISS DEER data specialist, enters 867 CDH into her

computer.

She is purebred American Indian, strong featured and

beautiful.

The screen freezes and the hard disk churns.

The DMV rap sheet scrolls down the screen.

PAPPAS

This is your surfer contact?

Female. Blond hair. Green eyes.

5'6". 119 lbs?

MISS DEER

Hmm, not bad, Utah.

UTAH

Tyler Ann Endicott. Born 11-27-64.

The rap sheet scrolls and scrolls and scrolls. There is

something frightening about the length of this file.

UTAH

(reading from the

screen)

... Exhibition of speed. Indecent

exposure inside moving vehicle...

MISS DEER

Hot, very hot.

UTAH

Felony arrest! "See adjoining

file"...

(he types quickly)

Kidnapping?!

Pappas crowds over Johnny's shoulder, reading.

PAPPAS

This is great. She ties some guy

up. Nude. Leaves the scene and

fails to return for 24 hours. No

convection.

MISS DEER

Gotta avoid the rope tricks, Johnny.

Utah gives her a "very funny" look. More data scrolls

forth.

UTAH

What else they got on her? I still

haven't found anything I can really

use. I gotta find an approach, a

way in -- here we go...

(he reads)

Both parents deceased. Plane crash.

San Diego, '84. Mmmm. Yeah,

definitely.

CUT TO:

EXT. NEPTUNE'S NET - DAY

A fat biker pulls out on a loud Harley (like there's any

other kind). The place is almost empty in the weekend

lull between lunch and dinner.

Utah's car pulls in off PCH.

INT. NEPTUNE'S NET

Tyler Endicott is working the counter. She jams an order

on the wheel and turns TO US.

TYLER

Next! Oh, no.

REVERSE ON Johnny standing there. Her only customer.

TYLER

What do you want?

UTAH

Shrimp and fries.

TYLER

I mean, what do you want? What are

you doing hanging around here.

UTAH

(very serious)

I need you to teach me.

TYLER

Gimme a break.

(to cook)

One shrimp and fries to go!

(to Johnny)

Anything to drink?

UTAH

I'm serious.

TYLER

I can see that. But forget it.

Stick to tennis, or whatever you're

good at. Miniature golf. Here,

your number's 37.

UTAH

Well, I'm just gonna go back out

there till I catch on to it or break

my neck.

She's looking at him. This guy's nuts. She laughs.

TYLER

What is it? You all of a sudden got

this bug you had to go surfing?

This is a line, right?

UTAH

No, no. See, all my life I've done

things for other people. In high

school I played football because my

old man expected me to. Then my

parents always figured I'd go to law

school, so I did. Football

scholarship. Graduated Phi Beta

Kappa--

TYLER

This gonna take long?

UTAH

Wait, so I'm a big hero to my folks,

right?

(he leans forward, a

little awkward)

But two years ago they got killed in

a car wreck and I just suddenly

realized all my goals had been their

goals. And I hadn't been living my

own life. So I wanted something for

myself. Something that maybe didn't

make any sense. You know what I

mean?

Tyler's smile has faded during this. He's managed to

touch her, break through the tough-waitress act. Now

she's looking him right in the eye.

UTAH

I came out here from Ohio a month

ago. Never saw the ocean before. I

didn't think it would effect me so

much. Like I'm drawn to it, or

something. I want to do what you

do. It's the truth.

TYLER

Tomorrow, 6 AM. Here. If you're a

minute late I'm gone.

(he's grinning)

And Stud... I didn't take you to

raise. I can show you a few things

but after that you're on your own.

That'll be four fifty.

He plunks down a ten and backs out the door, grinning.

UTAH

Keep the change, Teach.

CUT TO:

EXT. BEACH - DAWN

UTAH & TYLER walk across the sand.

Tyler drops her board.

TYLER

Stop here.

(she turns to him)

Do you agree to do exactly what I

say when I say it?

UTAH

Sure.

CUT TO:

UTAH pops INTO FRAME, arms extended, one leg in front of

the other, torso bent at the waist: classic surfing

stance.

Suddenly, he drops OUT OF FRAME.

WE PULL BACK -- Revealing Utah on his board, on the sand.

TYLER

Do it again.

Tyler is making him "pop" up to his feet. Again and

again. GAWKERS stop to watch. Utah fights humiliation.

He pops again. And again. Quick cuts.

On the next pop we--

PULL BACK to reveal Utah on his board, in a wave. He is

surfing.

For about three seconds. He flies off the deck, ass over

teakettle.

On the SPLASH we start--

A SEQUENCE OF TIME CUTS

Tyler and Utah straddle their boards outside the break.

She nods as the set comes, mellow right tubes. Utah digs

in, arms pumping.

He feels the bite as the wave picks up his board and

starts down the wall.

And endos.

CLOUDY PLATINUM DAWN...

Tyler shouting at Utah as he fights for balance.

He flies off again.

BLINDING BRIGHT SUNRISE. TYLER NEXT TO UTAH in the

lineup, straddling boards. She moves her hands like a

fighter pilot explaining a dogfight maneuver. Utah

watches intently.

Utah, backlit in glorious slow motion, tries a little turn

and feels his feet slip out. He slams down butt-first on

the board, flips over, feet sticking straight up out of a

blast of diamond spray.

Tyler cringes, giving a look like it's hopeless.

TYLER AND UTAH, at their cars, skinning out of their

wetsuits. Utah looks exhausted, downcast. She snaps her

wet towel at his ass, cheering him up.

MALIBU PIER. RAIN. Tyler jumps out of her Porsche and

sees Utah sitting in his car. She goes to him, opens the

door and starts pulling him out. Come on you pussy.

UTAH and TYLER wait their turn in the lineup. Rain pelts

their faces. The waves are depressing inside mushers

under a gray sky.

Utah starts to paddle. Tyler shakes her head no. Utah is

committed to the I'face. Tyler stifles a laugh.

TYLER

(to the other

surfers)

I'm not with him.

Johnny gouges the lip, pops and begins the drop.

Suddenly, miraculously, he catches an edge and, still

standing, is carried along the tiny wall.

The wall begins to sag. Utah shoots along the mush

hooting and continues hooting madly as he thrashes all the

way to shore.

He turns and grins foolishly out to sea.

Tyler bursts out laughing.

EXT. MALIBU PIER - DUSK

Big surf. Rough conditions. Closeout set.

UTAH, board in arm, follows Tyler out of the whitewater

onto the beach.

TYLER

It's closing out completely. Let's

call it.

Utah nods. His eyes track the unruly break.

UTAH

Who's that?

A LONE SURFER slashing through the pilings of the pier. A

real kamikaze run as the whitewater walls thunder behind

him.

SILHOUETTED against a crimson sky and backlit spray the

figure pumps among the pier pilings in a frenzy of motion

that is somehow balletic.

Laying out bottom turns, torquing his body and blasting

the lip a few times, moving so fast his long dark hair

stands straight back as if he were leaning out a car

window on the freeway.

TYLER (V.O.)

That's Bodhi. They call his the

Bodhisattva.

Utah watches as THE BODHISATTVA gets vertical with a snap,

trims down the volcanic wall, carves the bottom, pivots,

pumps to the top, gouging the lip, getting six feet of

air.

Gawkers HOWL and shout praise at the manic surfer.

TYLER

The modern savage. Guy's even

crazier than you, Johnny Utah.

C'mon.

They start to walk. The sky darkens as the sea finally

closes out completely. The Bodhisattva seems to levitate

through the shapeless mush to shore.

ROACH (O.S.)

Brah!

Suddenly a football whistles through the air above Utah's

head.

He watches as--

The Bodhisattva, board under arm, walking out of the

whitewater, makes a one-handed chest catch.

A few yards away two teams of SURFERS play football.

Utah gazes down the beach at the Bodhisattva.

Almost 30 years old, his body lean and hard as a tree

trunk. Hardness in the face accented by long Comanche

hair.

BODHI

Hey Tyler!

She whirls. Bodhi pumps his arm. Tyler jogs back for the

catch. Bullseye. She shoots Bodhi a look. Something

crosses her face.

Bodhi smiles. Tyler doesn't. Then it passes.

She chucks the ball to Utah.

Who drops his board and makes the catch in one move.

He SPINS the football on his fingertip, drops it on his

foot, kicks it up into his hands. Razzle dazzle. He

grins evilly.

EXT. BEACH - NIGHT

Rimmed by a dozen car HEADLIGHTS at the edge of the sand.

Utah crouches, waiting for the snap from NATHANIEL,

ponytailed and powerfully built. Facing them on defense

are Bodhi, Tyler and three others: ROACH, gonzo and

spiked-haired. GROMMET... 17 and thin as a stick, and

ROSIE, a biker with piggy eyes and arms blue with tattoos.

MONTAGE STYLE -- Utah tosses a flurry of mindboggling

passes. Every one picture perfect. Nathaniel scrambles

z-out left, turns and the ball is practically waiting for

him. Touchdowns galore. Endzone dancing. Bodhi stares

at him curiously.

Tyler rushes. Utah enjoys scrambling, ducking left and

right, twisting her into a pretzel. Play after play.

Utah tosses another touchdown, but Tyler keeps coming.

Sacking him.

They lie together in a heap, laughing.

Bodhi quarterbacks. Utah rushes. Bodhi fakes a pass then

runs, ball tucked in his arm. Utah tears after him. Flat

out speed run.

Roach attempts a block. Utah hits him like a freight

train.

Roach hits the sand face first.

Grommet and Rosie the biker in a squeeze play.

Utah, fierce now, blasts between them. No mercy.

Utah can't play for fun. We see his expression.

Something scary there. What we will call "juggernaut

mode".

Tyler just steps aside.

Bodhi running along wet sand as a wave sweeps up the

beach. Looks back. Sees a demon shooting up roostertails

of spray behind him, gaining. Pours it on. Both of them

pistoning through curtains of water. Not a game anymore.

Closing on the endzone. 5 yards. Utah is airborne.

SLAMS BODHI LIKE A SAM MISSILE. They crash and burn

together in the surf.

The other surfers run up. Who's this newcomer that just

centerpunched their main man? Industrial strength

tension.

ROACH

The fuck you doin' man?! You

fuckin' crazy?

Bodhi flashes a million dollar smile.

BODHI

Chill, brah. You know who this is?

Johnny Utah. Ohio State, all-

conference.

(to Utah)

Rose Bowl three years ago. Right?

Johnny nods. Tyler looks at him -- no shit?

ROACH

Johnny fuckin' Utah! Fuckin'-A!

Yeah, I remember that game, man.

You were on-fire. They could not

stop your ass.

GROMMET

Radical! Head-butt, dude!!

Johnny gestures "Please no".