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Point Break Page #8
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 122 min
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UTAH:
Keep the change, Teach.
CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH - DAWN
UTAH & TYLER walk across the sand.
Tyler drops her board.
TYLER:
Stop here.
(she turns to him)
Do you agree to do exactly what I
say when I say it?
UTAH:
Sure.
CUT TO:
UTAH pops INTO FRAME, arms extended, one leg in front of
the other, torso bent at the waist: classic surfing
stance.
Suddenly, he drops OUT OF FRAME.
WE PULL BACK -- Revealing Utah on his board, on the sand.
TYLER:
Do it again.
Tyler is making him "pop" up to his feet. Again and
again. GAWKERS stop to watch. Utah fights humiliation.
He pops again. And again. Quick cuts.
On the next pop we--
PULL BACK to reveal Utah on his board, in a wave. He is
surfing.
For about three seconds. He flies off the deck, ass over
teakettle.
On the SPLASH we start--
Tyler and Utah straddle their boards outside the break.
She nods as the set comes, mellow right tubes. Utah digs
in, arms pumping.
He feels the bite as the wave picks up his board and
starts down the wall.
And endos.
CLOUDY PLATINUM DAWN...
Tyler shouting at Utah as he fights for balance.
He flies off again.
BLINDING BRIGHT SUNRISE. TYLER NEXT TO UTAH in the
lineup, straddling boards. She moves her hands like a
fighter pilot explaining a dogfight maneuver. Utah
watches intently.
Utah, backlit in glorious slow motion, tries a little turn
and feels his feet slip out. He slams down butt-first on
the board, flips over, feet sticking straight up out of a
blast of diamond spray.
Tyler cringes, giving a look like it's hopeless.
TYLER AND UTAH, at their cars, skinning out of their
wetsuits. Utah looks exhausted, downcast. She snaps her
wet towel at his ass, cheering him up.
MALIBU PIER. RAIN. Tyler jumps out of her Porsche and
sees Utah sitting in his car. She goes to him, opens the
door and starts pulling him out. Come on you p*ssy.
UTAH and TYLER wait their turn in the lineup. Rain pelts
their faces. The waves are depressing inside mushers
under a gray sky.
Utah starts to paddle. Tyler shakes her head no. Utah is
committed to the I'face. Tyler stifles a laugh.
TYLER:
(to the other
surfers)
I'm not with him.
Johnny gouges the lip, pops and begins the drop.
Suddenly, miraculously, he catches an edge and, still
standing, is carried along the tiny wall.
The wall begins to sag. Utah shoots along the mush
hooting and continues hooting madly as he thrashes all the
way to shore.
He turns and grins foolishly out to sea.
Tyler bursts out laughing.
Big surf. Rough conditions. Closeout set.
UTAH, board in arm, follows Tyler out of the whitewater
onto the beach.
TYLER:
It's closing out completely. Let's
call it.
Utah nods. His eyes track the unruly break.
UTAH:
Who's that?
A LONE SURFER slashing through the pilings of the pier. A
real kamikaze run as the whitewater walls thunder behind
him.
SILHOUETTED against a crimson sky and backlit spray the
figure pumps among the pier pilings in a frenzy of motion
that is somehow balletic.
Laying out bottom turns, torquing his body and blasting
the lip a few times, moving so fast his long dark hair
stands straight back as if he were leaning out a car
window on the freeway.
TYLER (V.O.)
That's Bodhi. They call his the
Bodhisattva.
Utah watches as THE BODHISATTVA gets vertical with a snap,
trims down the volcanic wall, carves the bottom, pivots,
pumps to the top, gouging the lip, getting six feet of
air.
Gawkers HOWL and shout praise at the manic surfer.
TYLER:
The modern savage. Guy's even
crazier than you, Johnny Utah.
C'mon.
They start to walk. The sky darkens as the sea finally
closes out completely. The Bodhisattva seems to levitate
through the shapeless mush to shore.
ROACH (O.S.)
Brah!
Suddenly a football whistles through the air above Utah's
head.
He watches as--
The Bodhisattva, board under arm, walking out of the
whitewater, makes a one-handed chest catch.
A few yards away two teams of SURFERS play football.
Utah gazes down the beach at the Bodhisattva.
Almost 30 years old, his body lean and hard as a tree
trunk. Hardness in the face accented by long Comanche
hair.
BODHI:
Hey Tyler!
She whirls. Bodhi pumps his arm. Tyler jogs back for the
catch. Bullseye. She shoots Bodhi a look. Something
crosses her face.
Bodhi smiles. Tyler doesn't. Then it passes.
She chucks the ball to Utah.
Who drops his board and makes the catch in one move.
He SPINS the football on his fingertip, drops it on his
foot, kicks it up into his hands. Razzle dazzle. He
grins evilly.
EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
Rimmed by a dozen car HEADLIGHTS at the edge of the sand.
Utah crouches, waiting for the snap from NATHANIEL,
ponytailed and powerfully built. Facing them on defense
are Bodhi, Tyler and three others: ROACH, gonzo and
spiked-haired. GROMMET... 17 and thin as a stick, and
ROSIE, a biker with piggy eyes and arms blue with tattoos.
MONTAGE STYLE -- Utah tosses a flurry of mindboggling
passes. Every one picture perfect. Nathaniel scrambles
z-out left, turns and the ball is practically waiting for
him. Touchdowns galore. Endzone dancing. Bodhi stares
at him curiously.
Tyler rushes. Utah enjoys scrambling, ducking left and
right, twisting her into a pretzel. Play after play.
Utah tosses another touchdown, but Tyler keeps coming.
Sacking him.
They lie together in a heap, laughing.
Bodhi quarterbacks. Utah rushes. Bodhi fakes a pass then
runs, ball tucked in his arm. Utah tears after him. Flat
out speed run.
Roach attempts a block. Utah hits him like a freight
train.
Roach hits the sand face first.
Grommet and Rosie the biker in a squeeze play.
Utah, fierce now, blasts between them. No mercy.
Utah can't play for fun. We see his expression.
Something scary there. What we will call "juggernaut
mode".
Tyler just steps aside.
Bodhi running along wet sand as a wave sweeps up the
beach. Looks back. Sees a demon shooting up roostertails
of spray behind him, gaining. Pours it on. Both of them
pistoning through curtains of water. Not a game anymore.
Closing on the endzone. 5 yards. Utah is airborne.
SLAMS BODHI LIKE A SAM MISSILE. They crash and burn
together in the surf.
The other surfers run up. Who's this newcomer that just
centerpunched their main man? Industrial strength
tension.
ROACH:
The f*** you doin' man?! You
f***in' crazy?
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