Point Break Page #7

He flops on the sand. Shivering. Miserable.

EXT. COAST HIGHWAY - LATER

LONG LENS... the woman is peeling off her wetsuit next to

a BATHTUB PORSCHE that needs a paint job. Her board is

propped in the passenger seat. Stereo is pumping.

UTAH WATCHES THROUGH BINOCULARS from 50 yards up the road.

THE WOMAN, in a bikini, towels off briskly.

Swimmer's shoulders. Long muscular legs. Lean and mean.

She jumps into the car without bothering to open the door.

Looks at her watch -- her manner is late, in a hurry.

Through the tiny windshield we watch her shimmy and shake

as she pulls her bottoms off and struggles into something

else, not too concerned about the morning traffic right

next to her.

She pulls on a T-shirt and them performs a Houdini act to

extract the bikini top out of one sleeve hole.

UTAH WATCHES IMPASSIVELY. He starts his car and pulls out

onto PCH to follow as the bathtub Porsche zooms past.

EXT. NEPTUNE'S NET

Utah cruises up slowly, pulls off the road.

Up ahead the Porsche turns into the parking lot of

NEPTUNE'S NET, a Coast Highway hangout that serves high-

grade steamed sea-critters and beer to low-grade road

trash, bikers and surfers.

Lean-and-Mean, wearing jeans and T-shirt, jumps out of the

Porsche. She hurries to the door of the Net, unlocking it

for a couple of Mexican cooks -- helpers wearing

expressions like they wait like this for her every day.

UTAH puts down his binoculars and jots the Porsche's

license number down on a Tastee-Freeze bag. 867CDH.

CUT TO:

INT. COMPUTER ROOM - DAY

Green glow washes the intent faces of Utah and Pappas as

MISS DEER data specialist, enters 867 CDH into her

computer.

She is purebred American Indian, strong featured and

beautiful.

The screen freezes and the hard disk churns.

The DMV rap sheet scrolls down the screen.

PAPPAS:

This is your surfer contact?

Female. Blond hair. Green eyes.

5'6". 119 lbs?

MISS DEER:

Hmm, not bad, Utah.

UTAH:

Tyler Ann Endicott. Born 11-27-64.

The rap sheet scrolls and scrolls and scrolls. There is

something frightening about the length of this file.

UTAH:

(reading from the

screen)

... Exhibition of speed. Indecent

exposure inside moving vehicle...

MISS DEER:

Hot, very hot.

UTAH:

Felony arrest! "See adjoining

file"...

(he types quickly)

Kidnapping?!

Pappas crowds over Johnny's shoulder, reading.

PAPPAS:

This is great. She ties some guy

up. Nude. Leaves the scene and

fails to return for 24 hours. No

convection.

MISS DEER:

Gotta avoid the rope tricks, Johnny.

Utah gives her a "very funny" look. More data scrolls

forth.

UTAH:

What else they got on her? I still

haven't found anything I can really

use. I gotta find an approach, a

way in -- here we go...

(he reads)

Both parents deceased. Plane crash.

San Diego, '84. Mmmm. Yeah,

definitely.

CUT TO:

EXT. NEPTUNE'S NET - DAY

A fat biker pulls out on a loud Harley (like there's any

other kind). The place is almost empty in the weekend

lull between lunch and dinner.

Utah's car pulls in off PCH.

INT. NEPTUNE'S NET

Tyler Endicott is working the counter. She jams an order

on the wheel and turns TO US.

TYLER:

Next! Oh, no.

REVERSE ON Johnny standing there. Her only customer.

TYLER:

What do you want?

UTAH:

Shrimp and fries.

TYLER:

I mean, what do you want? What are

you doing hanging around here.

UTAH:

(very serious)

I need you to teach me.

TYLER:

Gimme a break.

(to cook)

One shrimp and fries to go!

(to Johnny)

Anything to drink?

UTAH:

I'm serious.

TYLER:

I can see that. But forget it.

Stick to tennis, or whatever you're

good at. Miniature golf. Here,

your number's 37.

UTAH:

Well, I'm just gonna go back out

there till I catch on to it or break

my neck.

She's looking at him. This guy's nuts. She laughs.

TYLER:

What is it? You all of a sudden got

this bug you had to go surfing?

This is a line, right?

UTAH:

No, no. See, all my life I've done

things for other people. In high

school I played football because my

old man expected me to. Then my

parents always figured I'd go to law

school, so I did. Football

scholarship. Graduated Phi Beta

Kappa--

TYLER:

This gonna take long?

UTAH:

Wait, so I'm a big hero to my folks,

right?

(he leans forward, a

little awkward)

But two years ago they got killed in

a car wreck and I just suddenly

realized all my goals had been their

goals. And I hadn't been living my

own life. So I wanted something for

myself. Something that maybe didn't

make any sense. You know what I

mean?

Tyler's smile has faded during this. He's managed to

touch her, break through the tough-waitress act. Now

she's looking him right in the eye.

UTAH:

I came out here from Ohio a month

ago. Never saw the ocean before. I

didn't think it would effect me so

much. Like I'm drawn to it, or

something. I want to do what you

do. It's the truth.

TYLER:

Tomorrow, 6 AM. Here. If you're a

minute late I'm gone.

(he's grinning)

And Stud... I didn't take you to

raise. I can show you a few things

but after that you're on your own.

That'll be four fifty.

He plunks down a ten and backs out the door, grinning.

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