Point Break Page #24

Utah blanches as he takes this in. Knows Bodhi well

enough now to know he means business.

BODHI:

So that makes us partners, doesn't

it? Because now we both have the

same goal... to get me where I need

to go. Right?

Utah's expression turns suddenly cold as an executioner's.

UTAH:

We're wasting time.

BODHI:

See! That's what I like about you,

man! You're just sharp as a razor

blade.

Bodhi jumps out of the van and approaches the others,

gathered nearby. He addresses the pilot first...

BODHI:

Get the plane down to Santa Monica

and top up the tanks.

(to the others)

Let's go. Let's saddle up!

CUT TO:

EXT. L.A. STREETS - DAY

A STYLIZED LONG LENS SHOT stacks the cars into a dreamlike

mirage. The van weaves slowly among them with predatory

stealth.

BODHI (V.O.)

Okay. All I'm askin' for is ninety

seconds of your life, Johnny.

That's all.

INT. VAN

EXTREME CLOSEUP ON the velcro straps of Second Chance

armor. Tanned fingers cinch it tight. A SHELL slides

into the cylinder of the Casull. A SHOTGUN is cocked.

KACHACK!

BODHI:

It's basic dog psychology, brah. If

you scare them, get them pissing

down their leg, they submit... you

control them. If you project

weakness, you draw aggression...

that's how people get hurt.

WIDER, revealing that Bodhi is in the back with Utah and

Roach.

Nathaniel and Grommet sit up front.

The duffels contents are strewn around. Masks. Weapons.

They're all pulling on suit pants and jackets. Tying

ties. Slipping on white gloves. Snappy Oxfords.

Bodhi is pulling a suit jacket on over his BODY ARMOR.

Utah is fumbling with his armored vest. He works with

vicious, jerky moves. His jaw locked. Eyes down.

BODHI:

Fear causes hesitation, and

hesitation will cause your worst

fears to come true. You project

strength to avoid conflict.

ROACH:

Peace through superior firepower,

babe.

Bodhi conspicuously empties all the shells from a PUMP 12

GAUGE.

Pockets the shells. Tosses the weapon to Utah.

BODHI:

Here, you need this. You can't be

comin' through that door with your

dick in your hands, right?

UTAH:

I can't do this.

BODHI:

Sure you can! You may even like

it... it's a killer rush. You'll

see. Hey, don't I show you things,

Johnny U?

UTAH:

Bodhi, this is your wake up call,

man -- I... am... an... Eff...

Bee... Eye... Agent!!

BODHI:

Wild, ain't it?! See, we exist on a

higher plane, you and I. We make

our own rules. Why be a servant of

the law Johnny U... when you can be

it's master?

GROMMET:

F***in' A!

BODHI:

Ninety seconds, man, door to door.

A small price to pay for someone who

loves you.

(he looks up)

She does you know. It's not her

style to fall so hard... I don't

think she did with me.

He pulls the Ronald Reagan mask over his head smoothly.

Roach pulls his on. NIXON. Nathaniel becomes KENNEDY.

Grommet transforms into LBJ.

Bodhi looks in the bag -- no more masks.

BODHI:

Sorry, Johnny. Guess you don't get

to be president.

JOHNNY'S POV -- the back doors of the van. And the

promise of what is beyond. Bodhi enters FRAME. Looks

straight at us.

BODHI:

Rock and roll!

BOOM -- THE DOORS bang open, REVEALING--

EXT. STREET - BANK - DAY

STILL IN POV (HANDHELD) we hurl ourselves from the dark

van into blasting daylight. Bodhi is ahead of us in the

sprint for the bank doors. Dizzying forward momentum as

we hammer through the doors into--

INT. BANK

THE HANDHELD POV CONTINUES as we follow Bodhi, a wolf

plunging among the sheep. A FAT GUARD inside the doors.

He turns to us just as Bodhi butt-strokes him hard in the

gut.

Someone screams.

BODHI:

Everybody freeze!! Don't move!!

AHEAD of us GROMMET/LBJ covers the SECOND GUARD with his

12 gauge.

GROMMET:

Don't f***ing do it, man!

The guy has his hand on the grip of his pistol but it's

like the thing suddenly weighs eight tons, he can't seem

to lift it from the holster. ROACH/NIXON slips up next to

him and helps him with it. The guy is visibly trembling.

A YOUNG JOCK makes a move to run.

'OUR' SHOTGUN comes up like a reflex, right in his face.

Roach/Nixon throws the guy to the floor by his hair.

AHEAD OF US, Bodhi is in action. Moving to the counter,

shouting--

BODHI/REAGAN

All Tellers back away from the

counter! Hands on your heads!

RIGHT NOW!! That's right. You know

the drill.

It's like a replay of the robbery Utah saw on video. But

he's right in the middle of it, like in some kind of

nightmare.

WE'RE STILL IN POV, the image WHIPPING wildly from side to

side as Utah scans the room. We whirl dervish among the

statuary of the customers and bank employees. Our gaze

drifts across THE FLOOR MANAGER, a short guy in a brown

suit standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

BODHI/REAGAN

All customers on the floor. Let's

go! Move it! Get down! On the

floor! Right now! Let's go.

Roach and Grommet are pushing them down.

Utah stands stiffly with the shotgun. He seems dazed.

He catches the eye of a CUSTOMER. In a tenth of a second

we see Johnny see the customer see his uncertainty. Fear

has them both hyper-aware.

Johnny gestures fiercely with the shotgun.

UTAH:

On the floor, a**hole! What's your

problem?! I blow your f***ing

kneecaps out, you'll be on the

floor!!

The guy hits the deck like a sack of cement.

BODHI/REAGAN floats beside Johnny, scanning with the

Casull. He speaks without turning his head.

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