Point Break Page #19

PAPPAS:

Come on, kid, get in the car!

Jesus!

INT./ EXT. SEDAN

Pappas reaches across, starting the engine as Johnny jumps

in the driver's side. Utah buries the throttle into the

firewall and charges aggressively through the medium

traffic.

Their sedan slews around the back of an eighteen wheeler,

fishtailing. It straightens out. No T-Bird in sight.

UTAH:

The hell are they?!

PAPPAS:

They took a left at the next light!

UTAH:

You sure?!

Utah is totally wired. Totally concentrated. The

adrenalin is kicking in, flashing through his system. His

brain is on turbo boost, reacting a thousand times a

second as they hit sixty through the traffic, which seems

to be standing still.

UTAH:

I got 'em. I see 'em. I'm on it,

I'm on it.

High-speed slalom through cars and trucks.

The world passes by in a hysterical blur.

PAPPAS:

You even watching the road?

A car pulls out, straight ahead.

Utah swerves wildly, mostly gets around him. The guy's

bumper and front grille are removed. Utah does a smoking

skid-recovery. Doesn't even slow down.

The late model T-Bird is weaving manically. It makes a

sliding turn onto a cross street half a block ahead of the

FBI agents.

Utah cuts the wheel into a huge Ralph's parking lot.

Pedestrians scatter. Utah center-punches a week's supply

of groceries in a cart.

INT./ EXT. T-BIRD

The Presidents hold on desperately as Reagan white-

knuckles it through civilian traffic. They're looking all

around, trying to see where Utah went.

LBJ:

Where are they, man? I don't see

'em. We lose 'em?

Not exactly... THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD we see an airborne

Utah hurtling from a Ralph's entrance. The sedan lands on

the street, tearing chunks out of the asphalt with the

undercarriage.

An instant later it hammers into the side of the T-Bird.

The two cars spin out of control. Utah cuts the wheel,

slamming into them again. Side by side demolition derby.

WHAM!! Utah hits them again. The Presidents lose

control, jumping a curb, losing the right front tire in

the process.

Utah's car starts to swap ends. Hit the center island

broadside.

The sedan flips onto its back in an explosion of glass.

SCREECH of steel on concrete as it comes to rest.

Hanging upside down, Pappas is mightily pissed off.

PAPPAS:

Nice f***in' work, hotshot.

Christ!

They can see the T-Bird still moving.

It slews drunkenly as the driver maintains speed on

flapping rubber.

Johnny shimmies out of the wreckage, sliding on his back

in broken glass. Pappas is packed in, upside down,

wriggling to get out through the side window. A tight

fit.

INT./ EXT. T-BIRD

The Presidents are hammered up and down by the flailing

tire.

REAGAN:

Emergency sanitization! Here we go!

EXT. GAS STATION

The T-Bird vaults into the parking lot and slides to a

smoking stop at one of the pump islands. The Presidents

explode out of the car in a blur.

Reagan bodyslams a TEENAGER putting gas in his MUSTANG.

He flips his big pistol to LBJ as the other Presidents

charge past him. Nixon jumps behind the wheel of the

Mustang. LBJ and JFK pile in.

Reagan grabs the gas nozzle out of the car.

He pulls out a ZIPPO LIGHTER.

Reagan raises the gas nozzle like a gun and holds the

zippo below and slightly in front of it. He flicks the

flame.

Then pulls the trigger on the nozzle.

Like an impromptu flame thrower, the nozzle spews A TWENTY

FOOT JET OF FIRE which engulfs the T-Bird in an instant.

Any physical evidence in the car is rapidly incinerated.

Customers are running, screaming.

Nixon has the Mustang fired up.

NIXON:

Let's go! Move it, Ronny!

Ronny's eyes sparkle behind his mask as he paints the

scene with the jet of fire. You can see it getting good

to him. In a second he's going to blow up the whole

block. But he's getting his rocks off. He sets two other

cars on fire.

A FIGURE BLURS INTO FRAME.

In a flying tackle, Utah catapults Reagan off his pins.

They roll, skidding across the oily concrete.

Spraying wild, the fire swirls around the pump island.

Out of the black smoke, PAPPAS charges like an angry bull,

his snubnose held high. NIXON sees him and floors it.

The Mustang smokes out of the gas station as Pappas' shots

blow out the back window.

Utah and Reagan roll away from the blaze. Johnny's pants

are burning. He gets to his knees in time for Reagan's

kick to take him square in the solar plexus. He folds in

half. Drops to the cement.

Reagan kicks him again and takes off running.

The President is burning.

His suit jacket is ablaze. He shucks out of it as he

runs.

Gasping, Johnny rapidly slaps his jeans. Puts himself

out. He comes up running, pulling his Beretta. Sees the

back of Reagan's head disappearing into an alley behind

the gas station.

EXT. ALLEY

A non-descript L.A. alley... commercial buildings on one

side, walled suburb on the other. Two men running all

out.

A recent President and a wild-eyed cop trailing smoke like

a crashing jet fighter.

Beyond the buildings behind them A FIREBALL EXPLODES

SKYWARD. We hear sirens and shouting, which recede as the

two pelt along the alley. It gets quieter. Just the

machine-gun slap of the shoes on pavement, and the hard

breathing of the two men, each in overdrive, going all out

in long blurring strides.

REAGAN looks back. Sees the demon cop behind him,

gaining.

Utah has become an engine, a running machine... juggernaut

mode.

AHEAD OF THEM a BLACK AND WHITE swings into the alley.

Reagan hangs a hard left and blasts a wooden gate half off

its hinges. Utah whips through the gate a second later.

Diving into suburbia.

INT./ EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - FOOTCHASE SEQUENCE

It becomes a blur. Pure kinetic energy. Two meteors

rocketing through a low-rent suburb. And God help anyone

who gets in the way.

Reagan crosses a cluttered backyard.

Broken field run through toys, swing set, stacks of god-

knows-what.

He runs through a Mr. Turtle Pool in an explosion of

spray.

Crashes through a hedge.

Through the narrow gap between houses.

Utah powers into the tight space behind him.

Blurring along between stucco walls.

They emerge into the front yard.

A WOMAN watering her lawn is so surprised she yelps and

falls down.

Reagan and Utah both hurdle her.

AHEAD, KIDS ON BIKES, racing along the sidewalk.

Reagan dodges the first, Utah slams into the next two.

He crashes, rolling, tangled up in bikes and squawking

teenagers.

He comes out of a pile-up somehow still in high gear.

Reagan flashes across the sunlit street.

Dodges in front of a GARBAGE TRUCK which locks up the

brakes.

It stops so fast, one of the guys falls off the back.

The GUY is getting up as Utah whips around the back of the

truck.

Knocks him sprawling.

Utah doesn't stop. Doesn't look back.

Like he doesn't see anything in the real world but the

figure running ahead of him. Like it's some kind of

hyperkinetic video game.

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