Point Break Page #11

WARCHILD:

(holding his bleeding

nose)

F*** you.

Everybody has backed off a bit, panting.

Utah steps toward Bunker. Like he's maybe going to shake

hands.

UTAH:

What's your name?

BUNKER:

Bunker.

UTAH:

Well, listen, Bunker... I'm actually

kinda glad you found me.

BUNKER:

Yeah? Why?

Johnny answers with a LIGHTNING ROUNDHOUSE that hits with

a CRACK! They can hear it in Pomona.

BUNKER HITS THE GROUND. Flat out. Lights out.

Tone, Archbold and Warchild lunge like dogs.

Bodhi yanks Utah out of the line of fire.

BODHI:

Whoa! Whoa! Hold it, ladies. Give

it a rest.

(to Utah)

Let's go.

He literally turns Utah around.

They begin to walk, stepping over the pieces of Johnny's

board.

BODHI:

(under his breath)

Do me a favor, Johnny, just keep

walking.

Tone starts to go after them. Archbold grabs his arm.

They help Bunker up. Warchild holds he bleeding nose.

Utah and Bodhi start up the stairs, turn a corner and run

HEAD-ON into a huffing PAPPAS.

The big man clocks a battered but intact Utah.

We see him shift gears in his head in 2 tenths of a

second.

PAPPAS:

(out of breath)

Uh, you guys seen a kid, maybe 10,

12, running with a car stereo?

Stole the f***ing CD too, you

believe it?

Utah is grateful for the cover.

UTAH:

No, but there are four guys back

there you might check out.

PAPPAS:

Thanks, buddy.

He shoves on.

EXT. PARKING LOT

Bodhi and Utah weave among the cars and motorcycles,

beach-types coming and going.

UTAH:

Friends of yours, huh?

BODHI:

The one you decked is Bunker Wiess.

The big one is his brother,

Warchild. The other two always

hang. They think they're some kinda

death squad around here.

UTAH:

What's their program?

BODHI:

They're punks. Nazis. Their brains

are wired wrong. They hurt surfing

because they give nothing back, and

they have no respect for the sea.

They just want to get radical. It's

mindless aggression. They'll never

get it, the spiritual side of it.

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-sh*t 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.

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