POINT BREAK

UTAH

You always talk like this? You're

not gonna start chanting or anything

are you?

BODHI

(laughing)

No.

(beat)

So I was up the beach. I saw it

going down. you didn't hesitate...

they never backed you up an inch.

That's rare in this world.

UTAH

Thanks for stepping in.

BODHI

De nada.

Bodhi keeps on walking as Utah reaches his car and stops.

Five paces on, he stops and turns back. A moment of

decision...

UTAH

Gonna be some people at my house

tonight. Maybe you can make it.

UTAH

Where?

BODHI

Come with Tyler. She knows.

Bodhi turns and saunters away. Utah considers his last

words, wondering how well Tyler and Bodhi know each other.

CUT TO:

INT./ EXT. CAR - PCH - SANTA MONICA - DAY

Utah is struggling into a T-shirt as Pappas drives,

intently following a beat-to-shit JEEP. Paramilitary

olive-drab and full of surfboards. And razorhead.

PAPPAS

Ten seconds you're out of sight.

Unbelievable.

Johnny is equipment-juggling now... cradling a cellular

phone at his ear while steadying Pappas' binoculars in

front of his eyes.

UTAH

You're losin' them.

(into phone)

That's right. Two-denver-four-sam-

niner-five-niner. Late seventies

Jeep.

LONG LENS, JOHNNY'S POV through binoculars. Bunker's jeep

weaves aggressively through traffic ahead. Horns honk.

Tone flips off the driver of a Toyota.

PAPPAS

Look, if you're gonna go leavin'

your piece and your shield in the

car, you can damn well stay in

sight. Okay?

UTAH

Okay, Dad.

EXT. VENICE STREET - DAY

Low rent street off Washington.

EXTREME LONG LENS on Jeep as it pulls onto the dead front

lawn of a brown stucco house with bars on the windows.

The razorheads get out, pulling boards and wetsuits from

the Jeep. They are dressed now in ripped jeans, GI boots,

sleeveless Megadeth T-shirts, etc.

Watching, we become aware that two of them have brown hair

in a radical style... shaved sides and a short ponytail.

UTAH (V.O.)

The jeep is registered to a Bradley

Wiess. My buddy. Guy's got quite a

sheet.

(into phone)

Yeah, yeah... skip all that. Gimme

the greatest hits. Misdemeanor

possession of cocaine. That's

good...

INT./ EXT. CAR

Utah on the cellular, Pappas behind the wheel as they

slide to a stop half a block from the stucco house.

UTAH

... Felony B and E, three months in

juvey. Better. Felony assault.

Postgraduate work at Chino.

Excellent. I'm lovin' it. What

about the brother?

(Utah is grinning)

Great! Another model citizen.

These guys really fit the profile.

PAPPAS

Remember, all bank robbers are

losers, but not all losers are bank

robbers.

LONG LENS POV of Razorheads house. Through the windows we

see the four moving inside. Tone throws Archbold and

Bunker a Coors from the fridge. Archbold shakes his and

opens it in Warchild's face. Warchild, in no mood, slams

him against the wall. We feel the revved-up, chaotic

energy of the group in silent pantomime.

Bunker is met by a GIRL coming from the back of the house.

She is wearing only panties and a black leather vest.

Short black hair and tattoos stark on her white skin.

Bunker puts one arm around her neck in a head lock embrace

and slides his other hand under her vest. Tone pulls the

curtains.

UTAH

These are the guys. I can feel it.

I say we lay it on Harp.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET NEAR HOUSE - NIGHT

TELEPHOTO VIEW of house.

Bunker and Archbold have partially disassembled the engine

of a Kawasaki 1100 parked in the living room. They are

drinking beer and arguing about the carburetors, lit by

the blue glow of the TV. Warchild is watching a living-

dead movie on tape.

He replays the gory parts. Not a happening night at the

Razorheads.

REVERSE, as binoculars are lowered, revealing Cole.

WIDER, to show the dynamic team of Cole and Munoz

glowering in a plain sedan, Utah leaning in the side

window.

MUNOZ

This is bullshit. This is a

bullshit lead. This is totally

bullshit. Harp must be fucking

desperate if he's listening to you

two flakes.

UTAH

See you bright and early, guys.

Pappas walks up with a grease-stained box. Jams it

through the window.

PAPPAS

Cold pizza? It's great for

breakfast.

INT./ EXT. PAPPAS' CAR - NIGHT

Pappas pulls away from the curb, roaring past the other

agents sedan. Utah and Cole flip each other off

perfunctorily as they pass.

UTAH

When did Harp say they'd have the

warrant?

PAPPAS

He's pushing it through first thing.

You better get some sleep tonight,

it could be an interesting morning.

CUT TO:

EXT. BODHI'S HOUSE - NIGHT

A bunker-like structure built of stone and glass on a

cliff overlooking the Pacific. Surfmobiles and

motorcycles parked in front. A strong backbeat thumps

through the open front doors.

Tyler's Porsche pulls into the driveway. She and Johnny

get out and head for the entrance.

UTAH

Nice place.

TYLER

He rents it for the summer. Bodhi

always gets some slick place and

throws it open to every surf burnout

around. Most a these guys can't

keep a job. When the swell comes,

they're gone, they have to ride.

INT./ EXT. BODHI'S HOUSE

Tyler leads Utah through the steady flow of SURF-RATS and

other PCH NOMADS toward a large outdoor deck where a

barbecue is in progress. Moonlit waves pound the shore

eighty feet below.

They are immediately distracted by the small crowd

gathering around GROMMET who has his nose pressed flat

against the center of a dart board.

His eyes swivels back to ROACH, standing fifteen feet

away, dart in hand, getting ready to throw.

GROMMET

Do your worst, man!

Roach drains a beer in one gulp, spies the sharp needle

point of the dart, then squints at the target.

ROSIE moves through the small crowd collecting bets.

Suddenly Roaches arm snaps back. A collective hush...

In a blur of tattoos the small feathered missile is

airborne.

TWAAAPPPPPP! Bulls-eye. Centimeters from flesh. Grommet

secretly exhales. Roach howls as Rosie rains money on his

head.

The crowd goes wild.

BODHI stands nearby with his arm around a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

Pleased to see Utah, he motions him over.

UTAH

Don't you gamble?

BODHI

Only make bets I can't afford to

lose. Only way to be 100%

committed.

With that, Bodhi smiles, then he and the woman vanish into

the crowd. Utah watches them go, turns to Tyler.

UTAH

Who's the girl?

TYLER

Catch of the day.

UTAH

Oh, oh. That sounds personal.

TYLER

People are expendable to Bodhi.

UTAH

Meaning you were expendable.

TYLER

(shrugs)

We went out for about five

minutes... which is four minutes

longer than most of them. But you

can't hold it against him, he's...

different.

UTAH

Sure, he's "the Bodhisattva".

TYLER

(she chuckles)

Yeah, he thinks he's evolved to a

higher plane of existence, or

something.

(thoughtful)

Maybe he has. You've seen him

surf... that frenzy. It seems like

anger. It's not. It's the energy

of lovemaking. The sea is the woman

in his life. She's his only true

lover.

Utah studies her a moment. He's caught the faintest hint

of regret in her voice. But also the straight-ahead

pragmatism. He looks down at the waves pounding

mercilessly against the rocks.

UTAH

All she does is beat the shit out of

me.

DISSOLVE TO:

PARTY - LATER

Lingering surf-rats stoned and drunk.

Nathaniel stands on the railing of the deck, Corona in

hand, gazing out at the black water. He grins sloppily,

body wavering dangerously as he hunkers down into a

surfing stance.

NATHANIEL

(beer soaked speech)

... Okay, so you're in the face,

it's twenty-five feet straight down,

your balls are about this big.

(like he's holding up

two BB's)

And the whole thing's moving, right,

roaring like you're stuck to the

front of a freight train. There

ain't nothin' like it, man. The

ultimate rush. Forget about sex, it

doesn't even come close.

ROACH

You lose it right then, you're

history. The fish'll be pickin' you

outta the coral.

Nathaniel cackles that absurd Pee-Wee Herman laugh. He

starts to flail, arms pinwheeling.

Utah catches him by the back of the shorts and pulls him

back. Nathaniel spins and drops clumsily onto the deck.

NATHANIEL

(matter of factly)

Thanks, brah.

Tyler sits next to Johnny, sipping a beer. Bodhi is not

in sight.

ROACH

See, it's all dynamic, it's all in

motion. You can't just stop and

walk on in to the beach if you don't

like the way things are going, y'

know what I mean? You gotta ride it

out man, all the way.

GROMMET

You ride the monsters, you gotta

know you're ridin' a line between

life and death. There ain't no

forgiveness.

UTAH

So what's the biggest? Waimea?

BODHI (V.O.)

No, Bells Beach, Australia.

Bodhi glides into the group and sits, his expression dark

and enigmatic. The beautiful girl kneels behind him,

massaging his neck. He seems not to notice.

GROMMET

Shit, yeah! I remember that day...

gnarly fuckin' ass! Was your

birthday--

ROACH

The set was northwest. Jacking up

like a fucking mountain of gray

glass--

BODHI

I made that one mistake you pray

you'll never make--

NATHANIEL

You shoulda fuckin' seen it... it

was like he fell for-ever. Then the

curl crashes down and he's gooone--

GROMMET

-- held down in the washing machine,

man... it was severe, we couldn't

see nothin' thought it was all over

for sure--

Nathaniel HOWLS.

Tyler watches Utah watching Bodhi. Notices how he is

mesmerized by these war stories. Bodhi smiles,

unexpectedly.

BODHI

Not tragic to die doing what you

love. You want the ultimate thrill,

you gotta be willing to pay the

ultimate price.

NATHANIEL

Fuckin' A.

GROMMET

(draining a Corona)

Hell, I ain't gonna see 30.

He and Nathaniel slap a warm, brotherly handshake.

Utah notices that Tyler is giving him a dark look.

She gets up suddenly and walks away from the group.

UTAH

(to the surfers,

covering)

Uh. I need another beer.

He heads out after Tyler.

INT. HALLWAY - DEN

Johnny moves through the house, looking for her. As he

passes the den, he sees Tyler standing inside, and goes

into the dark room.

It is the only personalized space we have seen in the

house.

A kind of shrine to the Bodhisattva.

Shelves filled with books and artifacts from his travels.

Maori masks, a blowgun, a skeletal shark mouth two feet

across, a huge fossil ammonite... an unbelievable variety

of tribal artifacts and marine specimens.

The books include political literature, eastern religion,

philosophy. A strange hodgepodge of titles and authors:

Nietzsche, Marx, the Tao, "Steal this Book", "The Book of

Five Rings", Frederick Forsyth thrillers.

Tyler is looking at a wall of photographs and Johnny walks

up behind her. Shots of Bodhi surfing a monster wave,

mountain-biking, skydiving, flying an ultralight airplane,

bungee-cord jumping, cliff diving.

Every kamikaze activity in the book.

TYLER

Bunch of goddamn adrenaline junkies.

I hope you're not buying into this

banzai-bullshit like the rest of

Bodhi's moonies.

UTAH

What are you talking about?

TYLER

I've seen that kamikaze look,

Johnny. You've got it. And Bodhi

can smell it a mile away. He'll

take you to the edge... and past it.

(she looks past

Johnny, sees

something)

Hey, Bodhi.

Utah turns. Bodhi is in the doorway.

BODHI

Johnny has his own demons, don't

you, Johnny?

Bodhi seems to stare into him.

Utah breaks the look. Turns back to the photo gallery.

Bodhi's eyes swivel. He ponders something. Looks at

Tyler.

BODHI

Feel it?

Roach and some of the other surfers appear in the hallway,

wondering what happened to their leader. He turns to

them.

BODHI

Gentlemen, it's time.

HOOT AND CHEERS. Everyone bursts into motion. Yelling

and running through the house.

UTAH

What's goin' on?

TYLER

Swell's here, Johnny. Bodhi always

knows.

Bodhi returns from another room with... AN ALL-BLACK

SURFBOARD. It gleams like obsidian. Near the tip, in

small gray letters it says "Stealth Fighter". Bodhi

thrusts it into Johnny's hands.

The others WHOOP maniacally.

Johnny feels the challenge. The pull of the tribe.

BODHI

Let's go, Utah. Time for a little

stealth mission.

CUT TO:

EXT. LATIGO BEACH - NIGHT

SIX DARK FIGURES walk toward us out of shafts of light...

the headlights of Bodhi's CHEVY 4WD and Tyler's Porsche.

The figures are Bodhi, Johnny, Tyler and the other

surfers.