Point Break Page #29

Utah blinks through his sweat and pain at--

TYLER running toward him out of the dust. She kneels next

to him and puts her arms around him. Bodhi limps to the

truck. Through the swirling dust we see him look back.

BODHI:

You had me worried there, for a

second, Johnny U.

He swings up into the four-by and guns the engine. Rosie

hops into the shotgun seat and the truck hurls up

roostertails as it tears out across the desert toward

Roach's billowing gravemarker.

Johnny touches Tyler's face tenderly, leaving a smear of

blood.

He gives her a wan version of the Johnny Utah grin.

HOLD ON the truck moving off in a heat-shimmered cloud of

dust, becoming a mirage, then a memory as we--

DISSOLVE TO:

AN ENORMOUS WAVE which FILLS FRAME, seeming to rise

endlessly before thundering down in a holocaust of spray.

EXT. BEACH DAY - DAY

An unfamiliar beach laid waste by monster waves under a

storm sky.

Wind whips sand across the narrow beach-road, throwing it

against the front doors of the LIGHTHOUSE PUB.

TITLE OVER:
ONE YEAR LATER...

INT. LIGHTHOUSE PUB - DAY

Dark. Almost empty. A snarling crocodile head is mounted

above a tapper of Guinness Stout. A Koala bear with

plastic eyes holds a Foster's. A BARTENDER with leathered

skin washes glasses.

At the bar, a single disheveled customer... human

driftwood.

GUST OF WIND blows open a shuttered window.

The bartender moves to close it.

BARTENDER:

Gonna close early today, mate, 'fore

the bloody storm hits.

JOHNNY UTAH swivels toward CAMERA. His tanned face is

barely recognizable, jaws hidden underneath a slight

beard, long bleach-out hair swept behind an ear. His

muscular shoulders pop from a sleeveless football jersey.

The man seems deadly focused.

UTAH:

Storm's already here... It's

bringing me the swell.

Johnny stares into his drink.

ANOTHER BLAST OF COLD as the front door opens.

Johnny turns at the sound.

TYLER takes a step inside. Her hair is different, more

bleached out, frazzled from the sun. Her eyes adjust to

the dark room.

TYLER:

John, they're here.

Utah downs the drink and slides off his stool. He has a

pronounced limps as he crosses to Tyler at the door.

They exit into daylight under an old wooden sign which

reads:
LIGHTHOUSE PUB - BELL'S BEACH, AUSTRALIA

CUT TO:

EXT. LIGHTHOUSE PUB - DAY

UTAH and TYLER walk out onto the roadway as several

Australian Police cars converge on them. A dozen

uniformed OFFICERS step out. The ranking officer, a

fortyish LIEUTENANT, walks up to Utah.

LIEUTENANT:

D'you see him, Mr. Utah?

UTAH:

No. But he's here.

LIEUTENANT:

Now, look, I know you used to be a

federal agent up in the states and

all that, but you're a citizen now,

so just find him and we'll handle it

from there.

UTAH:

No problem. Just give me a couple

minutes with him first.

Johnny limps out across the huge expanse of sand alone.

CUT TO:

EXT. BELL'S BEACH - AUSTRALIA - DAY

WALL OF SOLID WATER FIVE STORIES HIGH CRASHES straight

down in a holocaust of spray...

Rising up from the ocean to meet a tormented sky, roll the

most terrifying waves any surfer has ever seen. They

close out, pummeling the ocean floor, casting a shockwave

up the shore.

SURFERS gather on the sand, gaze out to sea.

1ST SURFER

Jesus Almighty, the bloody sand's

shakin'.

The beach sounds like a MORTAR RANGE.

JOHNNY passes among the brahs.

2ND SURFER

Totally closed-out. It's f***in'

death on a stick.

ON BODHI, sitting crosslegged in the sand, arms folded

around his knees. He stares pensively out at the waves.

His hand reaches out and absently strokes a surfboard

lying next to him.

UTAH (V.O.)

I knew you wouldn't miss the fifty

year storm, Bodhi.

Bodhi smiles, the odd smile of a sportsman who appreciates

the cunning of his opponent. Utah sits beside his prey

and stares at the ocean. Bodhi stares with glittering

eyes at the heaving ocean before him, face splitting into

that feral, death's head grin.

BODHI:

And I always knew I could count on

you, Agent Utah.

UTAH:

I'm not FBI anymore.

BODHI:

You never were...

UTAH:

I asked them to give me a couple

minutes...

Utah calmly glances over his shoulder.

Bodhi follows Johnny's gaze to the cops watching from the

road.

BODHI:

It went bad, brah. Real bad.

(smiles inwardly)

I just felt it was time...

A BOOMING ROAR sounds from the ocean.

Bodhi just stares at the waves, with awe and perhaps fear.

BODHI:

Time to dance with the universe.

(he turns to Utah)

I could never handle a jail cell.

You'll do this for me, won't you

Johnny? Haven't I earned this

much?

Utah doesn't move to stop him as he stands, hefting the

longboard.

He half smiles, then turns toward the water, and starts

walking.

He stops. Turns around.

BODHI:

Thanks, brah.

Bodhi doesn't wait for a reply. He walks to the water's

edge, and never looks back. He throws his board into the

foam and paddles, the riptide pulling him out. The

monsters dwarf his body as they quickly suck him into the

trough of the holocaust.

UTAH stands and solemnly waits for the universe to deliver

final justice. The cops are running clumsily across the

sand, too late to stop Bodhi. Tyler steps up behind

Johnny, and puts her hands on his shoulders.

BODHI is nothing more than a SPECK as he shoots across the

lip of the colossal wave, carving the board downward -- AN

UNTHINKABLE FOREHAND BLAST sends him into a 180 degree

slide straight down the enormous face, eyes wild, his

mouth opens in a soundless howl -- Bodhi and the outer-

limits wave are locked for one impossible yet glorious

moment in perfect harmony, perfect symmetry, perfect

union... There is no fear in his face, only awe as the

mountain of water closes out, burying the Bodhisattva in a

whitewater grave... Pieces of broken surfboard explode

upward, only to fall back into the raging whiteness and

vanish.

UTAH remains pensive, eyes fixed on the riderless surf.

Tyler lowers her head. A fragment of surfboard washes up

onto wet sand. The wind gathers force.

Johnny finally turns to his woman, curls an arm around her

shoulder, gathering her close. Tears are streaming down

her face as she stares at the sea.

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