Point Break Page #12

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 f***ing

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 sh*t 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.

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