Point Break Page #13

GROMMET:

Sh*t, yeah! I remember that day...

gnarly f***in' ass! Was your

birthday--

ROACH:

The set was northwest. Jacking up

like a f***ing mountain of gray

glass--

BODHI:

I made that one mistake you pray

you'll never make--

NATHANIEL:

You shoulda f***in' 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:

F***in' 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.

ROSIE hangs back with the idling vehicles, tattooed arms

crossed. He puffs on a cigarette.

A WIDE SHOT (MATTE) of the beach shows a pool of light

from the headlights, beyond it a vast silver ocean under a

black sky. The full moon casts the world in cold

monochrome. The little figures reach the sea.

ROACH:

(a voice in the

distance)

Gaping barrels! Way overhead, man!

CLOSER, as moonlit figures run into the water.

Utah stands on the beach, hoping his eyes will adjust.

UTAH:

I can barely do this in broad

daylight.

TYLER:

Come on. At least no one's gonna

see how bad you are.

Johnny clenches his jaw and charges past her into the

water.

He strokes powerfully out through the black swell.

UTAH'S EBONY BOARD pierces the wave and he slides down the

backside to where the others are waiting. Roach and

Nathaniel, silhouettes nearby, see one they like and take

off yelling.

Johnny turns as a figure glides up next to him.

UTAH:

I gotta be f***ing crazy.

BODHI:

Yeah, but are you crazy enough?

Grommet gets a ride, slicing across in front of them.

A ghost moving off into the silvery distance.

Tyler waves jauntily and takes the next one. It's

Johnny's turn.

BODHI:

Football's a man-made game. You

keep score with numbers. But in

this, there's no field, no rules, no

opponent. Just you and the wave.

UTAH:

I know that part. Tell me something

I can use, here.

BODHI:

I've watched you once or twice. You

surf like it's some kind of street

fight. You jerk along from moment

to moment, fighting everything that

comes at you. Always trying to win.

UTAH:

A flaw I'm working on.

BODHI:

The only way to win out here is to

surrender. You have to feel what

the wave is doing, accept its

energy, get in sync. Just feel it

all moving in the blackness... you

don't need to see.

UTAH:

Yeah, right, vision is highly over-

rated.

Bodhi is looking at the lights along the shoreline.

Without looking back, he senses the incoming swell.

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