Point Break Page #14

BODHI:

This one's got your name on it,

Johnny.

Utah looks. Huge glassy face, perfectly formed. Black

and terrifying.

BODHI:

Let's go.

Bodhi digs in with both hands, driving himself forward.

Johnny starts grabbing water right behind him. The wave

picks them up.

UTAH:

Sh*t, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die

now.

Johnny uses the patented Tyler-pop and makes it to his

feet. Suddenly he's going like a shot.

He moves back on the board, trims out, slowing down.

Maintains a fragile control.

On pure adrenalized instinct, heart pounding, he falls in

behind Bodhi, taking the same line along the roaring black

face.

Bodhi is like the Silver Surfer, ahead of him in the

moonlight.

Not wanting to drop too far behind, Johnny walks a little

forward on the board. The nose dips, picking up speed.

Johnny starts letting the speed work for him, learning

that he can make long floating turns up and down the

glassy face.

Feeling the water under his feet, the tons of water piling

up behind him... feeling its awesome power and borrowing a

little of it.

The Silver Surfer and the quarterback rocket through the

night.

Utah has a big feral grin plastered on his face.

Bodhi looks back. Gives him a thumbs up.

Then he cuts left and drops giddily down to the bottom,

slashing back and climbing.

Utah tries it, feels the drop like freefall... feels the

speed.

He makes his bottom turn, nearly falling.

The grin dropping off his face.

He falls in behind Bodhi again as the wave wraps over them

like a great black wing.

TYLER, paddling back out, watches them shoot past her.

Utah raises his arms above his head and HOWLS like a gonzo

wolf as they go by.

She grins to herself, watching him.

Knows he's gotten the ride that will make him a surfer for

life.

EXT. BEACH PARKING LOT

Rosie sits on the sand next to a blazing fire in a cement

firepit.

ANGLE THROUGH THE HEAT HAZE above the flames. Tyler

punches through, a few feet away. She paddles toward him,

coming alongside.

TYLER:

You had enough?

UTAH:

Yeah. I just want to sit out here

for a minute.

He watches the lights along the shoreline as the gentle

swell between sets lifts and drops them. His face is

somehow childlike.

A slow grin spreads itself across his face.

TYLER:

Look at you.

UTAH:

What?

TYLER:

Well, usually you have this sort of

intense scowl of concentration, like

you're doing this for a school

project or something... I don't

know, like something's driving you.

(she puts her

fingertip to his

forehead)

See, it's gone. If I didn't know

better I'd say you looked almost

happy.

UTAH:

I... I don't know. I can't describe

what I'm feeling.

TYLER:

(smiling)

You don't have to.

Her face seems luminous in the moonlight. The ocean

silver. The shore a shimmering line of gold. The sky

black velvet.

Utah turns to Tyler, eyes exploring her, as in a dream.

Water beads on her dark skin like crawling diamonds.

He glides closer, holding her board like an uneasy horse

alongside his.

He runs his fingertips down her arm.

UTAH:

Goosebumps. Come here.

She leans closer and he rubs his hands up and down her

arms, warming her. His hands stop on her shoulders.

He pulls her to his mouth. Her tongue meets his.

She wants this.

He is surprised by the fierceness of her kiss, which

overwhelms his.

TIGHT ON THE ZIPPER of her shorty wetsuit as Johnny's

fingers draw it down. Slowly down, to where it ends

between her legs.

He spreads the front and slips his hands inside, along her

ribs.

TYLER:

Those are cold.

UTAH:

Warm them up.

She moves his strong hand onto her breast.

His fingers massage her cold-stiffened nipple.

She moans and grabs his wet hair in her other hand,

pulling him into another intense kiss.

EXT. OCEAN - UNDERWATER

Looking up from the bottom, we see the silhouettes of two

boards surrounded by pulsing shafts of moonlight.

CAMERA TILTS DOWN to show the bottom.

The dreamlike blue light shimmering on the sand and rocks.

A big shark browses gracefully, ignoring the lovers.

Their moment of harmony with the sea will be honored.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BEACH - NIGHT

Tyler's Porsche stands alone in an empty lot.

Her surfboard sticks up in back, next to Utah's "stealth

fighter".

Rosie's fire is burning low.

Tyler, half-wrapped in a blanket from the car, straddles

Johnny on the sand like she straddles her board. The

blanket slips down.

Naked silhouettes in the firelight.

She arches her back as they move together in prefect sync.

Grips his shoulders and stares into his face, her teeth

bared in a grimace of pleasure that looks like pain.

She makes love like she does everything... with honesty

and intensity.

Utah, surprisingly, is gentle and slow.

He strokes her hair after she collapses onto him.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BEACH - DAWN

ECU JOHNNY as he cracks one eye open, registering the dawn

light.

He bolts up, looking around. Tyler is asleep beside him,

with the quilt from the car pulled up tight to her chin.

She looks radiant in sleep.

He grabs his watch out of the sand and looks at it.

UTAH:

Holy sh*t.

CUT TO:

EXT. ALLEY BEHIND RAZORHEAD HOUSE

LONG LENS on UTAH'S SEDAN fishtailing through the alley,

narrowly missing dumpsters and parked cars.

He pulls up next to several unmarked FBI sedans. No one

in sight.

UTAH jumps out tucking in yesterday's shirt, stuffing his

Beretta into his waistband. He also shoves a small

leather case into his belt.

Utah pulls open the door to one of the unmarked cars and

rips a walkie-talkie out of the charging rack on the front

seat.

Running, he passes a gate. Goes back. Looks.

HIS POV -- FOUR MEN huddled behind a garage. COLE, MUNOZ,

AND TWO OTHER AGENTS. All with guns and walkie-talkies.

UTAH:

(whispering)

You guys need any help?

COLE:

(not amused)

You're late.

We hear Pappas' voice over the radio.

PAPPAS (V.O.)

Did that worthless punk partner of

mine ever show up?

UTAH:

(grinning)

Right here, partner.

EXT. STREET - NEARBY

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