Point Break Page #21

UTAH:

I'm glad you pulled me out of the

water that day...

He presses his lips to the smooth curve of her forehead.

A kiss to each downcast eye. Searching out her mouth with

his own as his hands glide down the small of her back.

Their reflection in the mirror as Utah slowly lowers Tyler

to the bathroom floor. She clings tightly in a breathless

kiss.

EXT. CLIFF - NIGHT

A Buddha in the moonlight, BODHI sits crosslegged upon the

cliff, staring at the ocean.

CAMERA CIRCLES AROUND HIM, focusing in upon his eyes.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

UTAH asleep, flopped in a spread-eagled X.

WE HEAR the bedroom door opening, see a slash of light

fall across the bed.

Johnny doesn't stir.

A shadow appears on the wall, moving toward him.

An outstretched arm holding a gun.

Utah snores softly, sleeping like a baby.

CAMERA TRACKS IN on his peaceful face.

A single eyelid flutters. Total silence, until...

KABOOOOMMM! The Pillow beside him EXPLODES into a

blizzard of goosedown. Johnny rears up, eyes wide, mouth

agape.

TYLER stands above him, recovering from the kick of the

smoking 9mm Beretta in her hand.

TYLER:

A lawyer!? You lied to me!

She throws his FBI gold star at his face.

TYLER:

Look, Tyler, I can--

BOOM! Tyler SQUEEZES off another round.

Cascading goosefeathers falling like snow.

Utah flinches sideways.

TYLER:

Jesus Christ, Johnny -- you've been

using me! Your jacket's on the

floor in the bathroom -- this

goddamn thing's half out of the

pocket... Oh God, it's all part of

some case, isn't it?

UTAH:

Tyler, put the gun down.

TYLER:

You tell me the f***ing truth

Johnny... did your parents really

die in a car crash? DID THEY?!

She waves the Beretta in his face.

UTAH:

No. They live in Columbus Ohio.

Tyler lowers the pistol slowly, the strength leaving her.

Her face begins to flood with tears.

UTAH:

I work bank robbery. Guys I'm after

are surfers. I needed you, at

first, but not--

TYLER:

F*** you, Johnny Utah. F*** you!!

Don't you have a soul? Goddamn you

to hell!

She goes limp as the sobs rack her body. The gun flops

from her grip.

Utah sweeps it under the bed with his foot.

He moves to gently comfort her.

She bolts at his touch, running from the bedroom.

Utah is up and hopping into his pants to follow her. He

stumbles.

UTAH:

Tyler! Wait!!

From the living room we hear a rattling of keys, the front

door opens and slams shut. He hobbles to the door,

favoring his knee. Opens it. We hear the Porsche

screeching away.

Utah sags, the breath coming out of him long and slow.

CUT TO:

UTAH on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Phone cradled,

listening to--

TYLER (V.O.)

Hi, it's me. Leave a message.

BEEP! He rests the telephone on his chest, letting the

tape roll a moment before he speaks.

UTAH:

Tyler I... look, I f***ed up, okay.

I know I f***ed up. I wanted to

tell you, but I couldn't -- I was

afraid you'd leave... good guess,

huh?

(grimacing)

F***, why can't I ever say what I

really mean? I lied to you. I'm an

a**hole... but I need you, Tyler. I

want you to know that I've never

known anyone like you before in my

life... and I... I hope you change

your mind...

He cradles the receiver, looks out the window. Black of

night. Dead still.

DISSOLVE TO:

UTAH asleep, telephone still perched on his bare chest.

BUZZZZZZ! The rasp of the doorbell.

Johnny is airborne, phone flying across the floor.

Hunting for his pants, realizes they are already on, limps

in fast motion to the door.

UTAH:

Tyler! Wait, I--

Whips it open.

BODHI standing in the doorway, smiling like an excited

child.

BODHI:

Howdy brah.

NATHANIEL, ROACH, and GROMMET are there behind him.

They look like sentry dogs. Johnny freezes.

Bodhi walks past Utah, into the room.

BODHI:

C'mon, get your gear on, we're

rollin'.

Cheerful, hardly able to contain his exuberance.

He moves through the room, grabbing Johnny's shirt from a

chair, a pair of sneakers on the floor.

Utah sees his FBI shield sitting on the dresser in plain

sight.

He palms it when Bodhi is turned away, and slips it into

his hip pocket to conceal it.

UTAH:

What going on, Bodhi?

Bodhi plucks a couple socks off the couch, hands them to

Utah.

BODHI:

Here.

(spying Johnny's cut

face)

Hey, what happened? Ya cut

yourself shaving?

Johnny meets Bodhi's cold stare.

UTAH:

I don't think I wanna surf right

now.

Bodhi's face takes on a crazy glow.

BODHI:

Naw, this is different, Johnny.

This is something totally

different... you're gonna love this.

He winds an arm around Johnny's shoulders, guides him

toward the door.

BODHI:

C'mon, let's go, let's go. Time's

wastin', brah.

Bodhi claps Utah on the back, ushering him outside.

Nathaniel, Roach and Grommet fall into step beside them.

The door closes behind them.

CAMERA DRIFTS back through the apartment, coming to rest

on the 9mm Beretta, on the floor under the bed... useless.

CUT TO:

EXT. BODHI'S PICKUP - PREDAWN

The pickup is a funnel of dust along the desert road.

Black mountains against a silver sky.

INT. BODHI'S PICKUP

The tapedeck blasts. BODHI and UTAH sit inside the cab.

Through the rear window, we see NATHANIEL, ROACH and

GROMMET in the flatbed.

Bodhi swivels his eyes to Johnny, lowers the volume.

BODHI:

Life's sure got a sick sense of

humor, don't you think so Johnny?

Face splitting into a sh*t-eating grin.

UTAH:

How you figure?

BODHI:

(slight laugh)

News, last night... those guys, the

Ex-Presidents... they robbed my bank

yesterday. And I was just there the

day before, cashing a check. See...

look. Assured Trust... same place.

He takes a beat up checkbook off the dash and flips it to

Johnny.

Utah opens the cover and looks.

Sure enough. Assured Trust Savings and Loan.

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