Point Break Page #16

UTAH:

FBI!! DROP IT!

Bunker whips around. Squeezing off a wild burst! B-B-B-

BLAM!

It rips the plaster next to Johnny's shoulder.

Shatters the shower door behind him. The BLACK-HAIRED

GIRL screams.

Johnny flinches, FIRING RAPIDLY. Wild.

Bunker drops, hit.

Warchild lets go with the 12 gauge. KABOOM!

Takes a chunk like a shark bite out of the doorframe by

Johnny's head.

Deafening in the confined space.

Johnny flattens himself behind the doorframe.

Tone just splits. Down the hall like a greyhound.

PAPPAS is on one knee, his piece drawn fast, holding

Fiberglass in a neck-lock with one massive arm.

Bunker, wild-eyed and bleeding, is on his knees in the

bathroom doorway.

He raises the Steyr. Mistake.

Angelo FIRES. 30 years in the field tends to show.

Three rounds. Chest. Chest. Head.

Bunker is off the planet.

MUNOZ KICKS THE BACKDOOR IN like they do in the movies.

He and Cole charge into the rancid kitchen. Badass FBI

agents.

JOHNNY, hotwired and hyperventilating, pops out for a shot

around the doorframe. He gets a glimpse of Warchild's

back disappearing into the hallway. FIRES. His shot is

wasted, punching plaster.

Suddenly a pink freight-train hits him.

He forgot about the girl in the shower.

Naked except for her tattoos, she bodyslams him face-first

into the wall.

As he tries to turn she grabs his hair in both hands and

hammers his head into the medicine-cabinet -- CRASH --

shattering the mirror.

Then she knees him in the balls as he ricochets off the

wall into her.

She drives her elbow into his back as he drops.

"FREIGHT TRAIN" lands knee-first on his gun hand, and

viciously kicks the pistol away with one bloody foot. It

skitters under the bed.

She's cut up from flying glass. Demon-eyed and wired, her

body lithe and muscular under white skin. She sprints

across the bedroom, leaving Utah slumped, heaving for

breath.

IN THE HALLWAY, Tone is hidden behind a doorway.

White-knuckling the forty-five. A wild-eyed kid with a

big gun and not the slightest idea how to use it.

He hears footsteps POUNDING behind him and spins.

It's Warchild, running with the shot-gun.

WARCHILD:

Move it, man. Let's get the f***

out of here!

Off-guard, Tone is SLAMMED BY THE DOOR as Munoz drives

into it with his shoulder.

Pounded between the door and wall, Tone is wired so tight

he pulls the trigger and blows a hole through his own

right foot.

He screams and drops to the floor.

Munoz sandwiches him with the door and draws down on

Warchild, who dives into a doorway.

Cole drives past Munoz, who has Tone pinned, and pounds

down the corridor.

Cole reaches the doorway and goes for the shot on

Warchild.

"Freight-train" appears behind him from another door.

She raises a pair of scissors and drives them into his

back up to the hilt.

Pulls them out, going for another stab, when--

Pappas spins her around and slams her face-first into the

wall.

UTAH, in the bedroom, sees Warchild blur across his field

of vision.

On pure instinct, he kicks into overdrive. Johnny leaps

the bed and goes ballistic. His flying tackle catches

Warchild at the window.

EXT. HOUSE

The window EXPLODES OUTWARD in a spray of sunlit glass.

Utah and Warchild crash to the ground.

The razorhead, with 50 pounds on Johnny, rises like a

bull.

Bleeding from superficial lacerations, Warchild plows

through the hedge.

Johnny dives after him.

The Polyester Neighbor stands paralyzed as the two crazed

figures careen toward him. He is knocked flying, and the

ROARING LAWNMOWER is flipped onto its side.

Utah and Warchild are locked together.

The shotgun lies nearby, out of play.

Warchild jerks a 6 INCH KNIFE free from its sheath,

hanging from a thong around his neck. He trusts straight

at Johnny's throat.

Johnny deflects the thrust -- INTO THE WHIRLING LAWNMOWER.

KA-WHANGGG!!! The knife is hammered out of Warchild's

hand.

Whistles away, spinning.

Warchild grabs Johnny as they scramble, and heaves him

bodily toward the spinning blade. Utah catches the rim of

the mower with both hands, stopping himself inches from

the rotor.

Warchild puts all his weight on Johnny.

Pushing him face-first toward the blades.

Johnny feels the wind on his face.

The engine is roaring, full throttle.

PAPPAS APPEARS BEHIND THEM.

He aims the .38. FIRES TWICE.

The little Briggs & Stratton dies young, its casing

shattered.

The rotor spins to a stop.

Warchild looks up into the black eye of Pappas' gun.

Two inched from his face.

PAPPAS:

Speak into the microphone.

The razorhead sags, the fight going out of him.

Babbit kicks him off Johnny, face down onto the lawn.

Cuffs him.

INT. BATHROOM - BEDROOM - LATER

UTAH dry heaves over the sink. Turns the faucet on full

blast and hoses his head. He lifts a dripping face, wipes

water out of his eyes, stops on the reflection in the

mirror. Pappas is there.

PAPPAS:

It's always been lasers and paper

targets until today, right?

Utah looks up at him and nods. He glances through the

doorway at Bunker, dead in a pool of blood. Tone is

wailing as paramedics work on his foot. Cole is being

taken out on a stretcher.

PAPPAS:

No difference, Utah. Just a little

more to clean up.

(squeezes the

rookie's shoulder)

It's alright. You did good today.

Across the bedroom AGENT BABBIT rips the back off a big

speaker unit. Behind it, taped to the woofer, are two

large packets of a white substance.

PAPPAS:

Oh sh*t.

Utah stares at the dope.

CUT TO:

INT. POLICE HQ - OUTSIDE INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT

TIGHT ON WARCHILD manacled to the chair screaming his head

off. We cannot hear him through the glass. It looks like

pantomime.

UTAH and PAPPAS watch through the one way observation

window.

THWAAAAAP!! The two taped packets slam the wall inches

from Utah's right ear. Johnny snaps his head around.

Stares into the face of DIETZ who looks like Warchild's

meaner brother.

And he's pissed as hell...

DIETZ:

You know what this is?! Two keys

uncut crystal meth!

UTAH:

What the hell's your problem?

Dietz manically grabs a clump of his stringy hair.

DIETZ:

You think I like this haircut? My

wife wants me to stay at Ramada -- I

been working on these guys for THREE

MONTHS! Finally -- finally--

(nodding to Warchild)

-- I get dickwad in there wantin' to

play wheel of fortune so I can find

out their supplier!

HARP emerges from the interrogation room, we hear a sliver

of Warchild's battle cry. He spies Utah.

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