Point Break Page #22

BODHI:

I was picking up some bucks cause

we're leaving town. Bizarre, huh?

If I'd waited a day I'd been right

in the middle of it. Kinda sorry I

missed it. I'd liked to've seen

them.

A long pregnant pause. Utah breathes deeply, remaining

calm, his voice carrying a chilling bravado.

UTAH:

Takes guts to rob a bank. All that

adrenalin pumping, waving loaded

guns, taking out the guards, getting

everybody on the floor, never

knowin' who's gonna burst in...

(looks right at

Bodhi)

... wondering what it's like to take

a bullet. Must be some ride.

Utah's smile is a personal challenge. Bodhi sits

perversely intrigued. The mental warfare escalates.

BODHI:

Banks are insured, brah. Long as

nobody gets shot, it's really a

victimless crime. Just gotta scare

'em a little, would be my guess.

(ponders something)

Now if I was gonna rob a bank, with

all those guys wearin' body armor

these days, know what I'd carry?

Bodhi reaches his hand underneath the seat.

He pulls out a huge holstered handgun, rests it in his

lap, draws and holds the gun up against his cheek.

BODHI:

.454 Casull. Most powerful handgun

on the planet. Muzzle velocity of

2000 feet per second. Twice the

kinetic energy of a .44 Magnum.

Bodhi stares at Utah, then flashes his signature smile.

Utah says coldly.

UTAH:

One shot stopping.

BODHI:

(laughs)

'One shot stopping'... good, very

good. I like you, Johnny. I like

you because you'll sacrifice

anything to win. I respect that.

It elevates you a little above the

drones who have learned compromise.

Here, hold it. Check out the

weight.

He twirls the gun, grabs the barrel and extends the handle

to Utah.

Johnny takes it slowly. Now it's aimed at Bodhi.

BODHI:

(cheerfully)

Whoa. Careful. You got the muzzle

pointing right at me, brah.

He casually pushes the barrel away, looking back at the

highway.

Johnny swings a stiff arm out his window and pumps a ROUND

into open desert. KABOOOM!! The recoil blows Johnny's

arm back over the top of the truck. Practically breaks

his wrist.

Thunder rolls across the dark hills.

From the back of the pickup Nathaniel howls.

Grommet and Roach high five.

Johnny turns to Bodhi, breaking slowly into a feral grin.

UTAH:

Nice.

He hands the smoking weapon back to him.

As if to say "two can play this game".

Bodhi stands challenged.

Each snared in the other's power...

Bodhi takes the weapon back, casually. Slips it under the

seat.

BODHI:

It's a special day, Johnny U. A

very special day...

Utah's gaze travels beyond the windshield.

Where tentacles of brand new morning light vein the sky.

CUT TO:

EXT. DESERT AIRSTRIP

TIGHT ON A turbo-prop engine ROARING.

WIDER reveals a big Cessna twin. The PILOT, a weaselly

guy we haven't seen before, fires up the second engine.

The plane shudders eagerly in the metallic predawn light.

A desert airstrip near Palmdale. A couple of aluminum-

siding hangers and no tower. A few other planes around

but no activity besides Bodhi's rock-steady crew.

UTAH watches Grommet whip back a tarp in the bed of

Bodhi's truck and starts tossing out PARACHUTE PACKS.

Roach tosses one to Bodhi, who chucks it to Utah.

BODHI:

Ever done this before?

UTAH:

Once.

BODHI:

Pure adrenalin, right?! The

ultimate rush. Other guys snort for

it, jab a vein for it -- all you

gotta do is jump.

UTAH:

Sure, it's a blast, but listen, I

sorta screwed up my knee yesterday--

BODHI:

Yeah, I noticed you limping.

(grins)

But don't worry about it, brah.

Don't worry at all. We're not gonna

land on land!

Bodhi grabs his sleeve, ushering him into the plane.

UTAH:

Oh, well, that's fine then. I feel

so much better.

CUT TO:

INT. CESSNA

Utah sits, wearing a day-glo jump suit, hugging the chute

in his lap. Next to him is the gaping door. Beyond... a

spectacular down sunburst at 10,000 feet. ROAR of wind

and engines.

Utah watches Bodhi, Nathaniel, Grommet and Roach wriggling

into their colorful freefall suits. Nathaniel pulls on a

pair of purple shorts over his suit. Looks real dorky.

Grommet has on duck feet. Bodhi, apparently, is going to

jump barefoot.

Nobody has their chutes on yet.

Johnny hefts his, as if weighing it, somehow judging the

contents. His brain is racing. Bodhi shouts over the

roar.

BODHI:

It's a little ceremony we always

have at the end of summer. One last

speedstar.

UTAH:

So, who... uh, who packed my chute?

BODHI:

I did. What's the matter? Don't

trust me?

UTAH:

You gotta earn trust.

BODHI:

Then we'll earn it together. Here,

take mine.

Bodhi swaps chutes with Johnny.

Utah looks at the new chute uncertainly.

Is this a game? Poker moves?

Did Bodhi anticipate this step?

ROACH:

Hey... you don't want Bodhi's, man.

His pack-jobs suck... they only open

half the time. Take Grommet's, man.

Roach's grin is evil as he grabs Grommet's chute out of

his hands and switches it with Johnny's. Keeps that one

and gives his to Grommet.

GROMMET:

Whoa, unfair, dude!

Grommet grabs his chute back and hands Johnny the one he

had, which was Roach's. I think.

Johnny looks at the pack in his hands. Then at the

grinning faces.

Russian surfer freefall roulette. Sh*t.

Bodhi studying him. Some kind of test.

F*** it. Utah starts putting the damn thing on.

UTAH:

We gonna jump or jerk off?

BODHI:

My man!

EXT. 10,000 FEET - DAWN

Multi-colored figures explode from the plane. Leaping

into freefall. Tumbling end over end.

WEARING HEADSETS, they hurtle downward.

BODHI (RADIO)

Utah, you copy bruddah?

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