Point Break Page #25

BODHI/REAGAN

Kick in the ass, ain't it? Gonna be

kinda hard to explain though... when

they play the tapes back down at the

bureau. Could look bad on your

monthly evaluation.

Johnny looks up at surveillance camera. He's quite

f***ed.

UTAH:

Can we just get the goddamn money

and get out of here?!

BODHI/REAGAN

That's the spirit!!

(to the room)

Head's down! Eyes down! Just a

couple minutes of your life and

we're gone.

Bodhi leaps to the counter, commanding the room.

But at this point they diverge from their time-proven

plan.

Roach isn't going for the drawers... he's sprinting for

the VAULT.

BODHI/REAGAN

You!

(reading a name-tag)

Miss Jennings... of New Accounts.

Be a dear and open the inner gate

for my associate. NOW!!

MISS JENNINGS:

He -- he -- he has the keys. Mr.

Duggan.

BODHI/REAGAN

Whatta say, Mr. Duggan? Wanna give

her the keys or do I pick through

the blood and chunks for them?

DUGGAN, the bank manager, is surprisingly calm as he takes

the keys from his pocket. Holds them out to the terrified

woman.

DUGGAN:

Do whatever they say, Terry.

MISS JENNINGS hurries to comply.

She unlocks the STEEL CAGE inside the big vault door.

Roach/Nixon and Grommet/LBJ take her inside with them.

A CUSTOMER, lying on the floor near the fat guard catches

his eye.

The guard, face jammed against the linoleum, blanches as

he sees the customer lift a corner of his shirt to reveal

THE BUTT OF A PISTOL. The customer mouths the words "I'm

a cop".

The guard is hyperventilating.

AT THE FRONT DOORS A WOMAN comes in out of the bright

sunlight.

JFK pulls her in fast and throws her to the floor. Then

goes back to watching the street.

JOHNNY is next to Bodhi/Reagan.

UTAH:

You're blowing it, man! You're

breaking your own rules... pulling

too much time!

BODHI/REAGAN

JFK, how we doin'?

NATHANIEL/JFK

All clear, man!

INSIDE THE VAULT Grommet and Roach are pillaging rapidly.

Their hands blur as nice fat STACKS OF 20s and 100s are

dumped into canvas sacks.

ON THE MAIN FLOOR the OFF DUTY COP slips his hands slowly

around the butt of his pistol, concealing the move with

his body.

He signals with his eyes to the fat guard, glancing at the

guard's ankle.

TIGHT ON THE GUARD'S ANKLE where we can see a sliver of

BACK-UP GUN, a tiny .25 auto in an ankle holster.

The guard's eyes are pleading with the hard-on cop.

"Don't make me do this".

The guy is sweating, shaking. A yellow liquid spreads

across the tiles next to his quivering hips. He's

actually pissing himself, he's so scared.

TIGHT ON the off-duty cop. Watching like a ferret. He

c*cks his .38.

ECU GUARD'S EYES, wide with terror.

It happens like lightning. The cop pops to his knees,

straight-arming the .38. The guard goes for his ankle

holster.

REAGAN spins.

The cop FIRES. BLAM!

Reagan is catapulted backward off the counter by the

impact.

He crashes onto a desk on his back. Slides off,

scattering papers.

A teller screams. The cop spins toward Utah.

Johnny throws down the shotgun. Shows his palms. He's

holding out his gold star.

UTAH:

Federal agent! Undercover!

The cop FIRES TWICE. Two in the chest. Utah is hurled

back. Slams into the tellers' counter.

NATHANIEL/LBJ lets go with the 12 gauge. BOOM!

The cop spins, hit by some 00 buck pellets.

The guard caps-off like a maniac. BLAM, BLAM, BLAM,

BLAM!!!

All of them wild, but serving to get Nathaniel pinned down

behind a check-writing island.

ROACH/NIXON LEAPS THE COUNTER and lands behind the guard.

The guard's shoulder explodes as Roach's 12 gauge

detonates. He pitches onto his face, screaming and

holding the wreckage of his upper arm.

Grommet/LBJ is coming over the counter behind Roach as the

off-duty cop spins and fires. BLAM! BLAM! Roach takes

it in the chest. Staggers back, firing into the floor.

Trips and drops his shotgun.

Grommet clutches his throat as blood streams over his

fingers.

IN SLOW MOTION Reagan's face rises above the counter.

The mask is askew. In order to see, Bodhi pulls it off.

The Casull comes up in a slow, deliberate arc as--

THE COP turns, terrified now, whipping his gun around,

nightmarishly slow as--

BODHI C*CKS THE CASULL in dream-time and--

KABOOOOM!!! The world's most powerful handgun proves its

claim at 2000 feet per second.

A gout of hamburger explodes out of the cop's chest.

He is lifted off his feet. Hits and slides across the

floor leaving a two-foot wide red smear.

Echoes slap the walls. Then all is still. Plaintive

whimpering and moaning. The air is blue with smoke.

Johnny is trying to catch his breath. He rips his shirt

open to see two deep indentations in the Second Chance

vest. Flattened .38 slugs caught in the Kevlar mesh. But

no blood.

Bodhi drops over the counter near Utah.

The two men look at each other.

Bodhi's eyes seem lost. He stares around at the carnage

he has wrought, the bloody wreckage of his ego game.

His expression changes to something new -- truly crazed

now. We feel that the madness which has been held in

check so long has been let off its leash.

BODHI:

Don't anybody f***ing move!

Roach, clutching his side, moves to Grommet, who is on his

knees.

Beneath LBJ's stony countenance a river of blood flows

down Grommet's chest. Roach pulls off the mask.

Revealing a terrified kid.

Grommet pulls his blood-drenched hand away from his

throat, stares at it bug-eyed.

GROMMET:

Oh no, oh my god, oh god... it's all

comin' out man, gotta stop it...

it's all gonna come out... do

something!!

He's trying to hold it in with his hands. This doesn't

work.

A paste-white frightened kid. Eighteen years old.

Suddenly realizing that this is not some video game. That

death is real.

He slumps back, losing the battle for consciousness.

WE HEAR SIRENS APPROACHING.

ROACH:

(freaking to Bodhi)

We gotta bug out, man! We're eatin'

it bad on this one. Let's go!

Bodhi reaches down and picks up Johnny's FBI shield off

the floor.

He considers it for a long time. Then looks up at Johnny.

His eyes seem to ask for forgiveness...

A moment before he smashes the Casull into Johnny's skull.

JOHNNY'S POV, as he drops to his knees. Everything going

dark as we see Bodhi's face distantly, his mouth moving

slowly...

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