Point Break Page #18

UTAH:

Yeah, or cashing a check.

UTAH:

Wait, wait. Then these guys go back

to their beach house and box up all

their sh*t. Load it in Bodhi's

truck and take it to a public

storage unit. You see? Summer's

almost over. They're splitting.

They're gonna pick up a little

traveling money tomorrow. The next

day at the outside latest. I got a

feeling.

PAPPAS:

Last time you got a feeling I had to

kill a man, which I always hate

because it looks bad on the report.

UTAH:

Angelo... I'm right this time. We

can still win this one.

Angelo looks at the conviction in the other agent's eyes.

Pappas sighs and puts a hand on Johnny's shoulder.

PAPPAS:

Alright, look... banks are closed.

Nothing's gonna go down tonight,

right? So we'll be on these guys

like white on rice... first thing

tomorrow morning. Okay? Tomorrow.

Okay?

Utah nods. Then grins. Pappas starts backing up, like a

long rubber band which was stretched taut is pulling him

back into the house.

UTAH:

Woof, woof.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET NEAR BODHI'S HOUSE - DAY

LONG LENS POV scanning Bodhi's house. There is a "FOR

RENT" sign out front. The driveway and carpet are

empty... no vehicles in sight.

UTAH (V.O.)

They're gone. Son of a b*tch. We

missed them.

UTAH LOWERS HIS BINOCULARS. He's standing next to the car

while Pappas sits on the hood, sipping coffee from a

thermos.

PAPPAS:

They're on their way to Maui.

UTAH:

No way. Not yet. Come on.

Utah jumps in and starts the car. Pappas is screwing the

cap on the thermos. Johnny puts the car in gear, forcing

Angelo to scramble in as the car starts to roll.

PAPPAS:

Jesus Christ, kid! The banks don't

open 'till nine.

EXT. CITY STREET - TRAFFIC - DAY

Johnny weaves the sedan among the creeping commuters.

Long glittering lines and heat waves.

UTAH:

I say we call it in. Get some

backup. But you gotta do it. Harp

won't listen to me.

PAPPAS:

Sure. No problem. I'll just call

up and tell him his favorite agent

saw this one surfer moon another

surfer yesterday and it looked real

suspicious. Sh*t, he'll probably

call out the National Guard.

UTAH:

I say we don't call it in. Under no

circumstance are we to call this in.

PAPPAS:

Look, we handle it ourselves, for

right now, okay? We cover the bank,

whatever. You and me. That way if

nothing happens, or more accurately,

when nothing happens... I don't get

my tits any further into the wringer

than they already are.

CUT TO:

EXT. ASSURED TRUST SAVING AND LOAN

SLOW PAN from the facade of the bank halfway up the block

to Utah's sedan in the TIGHT F.G. Head flopped back over

the seat, Angelo snoozes in the hot sun with a sports page

over his face. Johnny looks at his watch for the fiftieth

time. Whole lot of nothing going on.

Angelo slides the sports page down to his chin, without

otherwise moving.

PAPPAS:

Time for lunch.

UTAH:

Angelo, it's eleven thirty.

PAPPAS:

That place up the street has

meatball sandwiches. Get me two.

Utah slides out of the car. Feeling a little exposed he

pulls his Dodgers cap down a little tighter, and adjusts

his sunglasses.

He trudges off through the sidewalk crowd toward the FAST-

FOOD STAND nearby.

Pappas pulls the sports page back up to block the sun.

CUT TO:

EXT. FAST FOOD PLACE

ON A LONG LENS, very stacked up, we see Johnny standing at

the grody pick-up window. He keeps looking at the bank,

visible B.G.

The pick-up window opens and food appears, sliding out.

Utah turns, pulling out his wallet.

VOICE FROM INSIDE

Two meatball, one tuna on wheat,

two lemonades. Total's seven eighty

four.

As Johnny is counting out the bills, a BURGUNDY

THUNDERBIRD pulls up in front of the bank. The doors fly

open.

The Ex-Presidents jump out.

They sprint for the entrance. All this OUT OF FOCUS, B.G.

Johnny misses it as he picks up the food order.

The Presidents disappear inside.

Johnny looks toward the bank again. There is no movement.

REVERSE, as Utah walks back toward his car. Pappas is

still under the paper. He slides it down when he smells

food.

UTAH:

Here, yours is the one that looks

like a road kill. Enjoy.

Utah throws a big stack of napkins through the window into

Pappas' lap. Still standing next to the car.

UTAH:

Here's your lemonade.

(he looks down the

street)

Did you see that T-Bird pull up?

Pappas pulls a disgusting mass from the bag, unwrapping

one end.

PAPPAS:

(without looking)

Damn, I could eat the ass out of an

elephant. I shoulda had you get me

three a these. What T-Bird?

Pappas is about to take a huge bite when a meatball falls

out of the end of the sandwich. It lands on the seat next

to him.

He looks at it. Picks it up. Pops it into his mouth

and--

Freezes, mouth open. Eyes focused on...

The Ex-Presidents, in living color, flashing through the

doors of the bank 80 feet away.

Johnny is so astounded he doesn't do anything for about

two seconds. Pappas coughs out his meatball, eyes

bugging.

PAPPAS:

Jesus Christ!! It's them!

The Presidents are piling into the car.

Johnny reacts characteristically. He whips out the

Beretta and yells--

UTAH:

FBI!! Freeze!! Right now!

NIXON spins, raising his shotgun.

But Reagan knocks the muzzle down with his hand. Shoves

him into the car. Then Reagan jumps behind the wheel.

The back wheels light up, smoking, as the T-Bird launches.

Utah FIRES.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

He puts two into the trunk and blows the back window into

junk jewelry. The T-Bird peels out into traffic, clipping

a Subaru which locks them up and spins.

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