diff --git "a/unformated_scripts/Script_Point Break.txt" "b/unformated_scripts/Script_Point Break.txt" new file mode 100644--- /dev/null +++ "b/unformated_scripts/Script_Point Break.txt" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ + POINT BREAK by James Cameron & Kathryn Bigelow From the Screenplay by W. Peter IliffFADE IN:We are in the belly of a wave.Light refracts in a constant collision of water.SLOW MOTION, the hallucinatory prisms, like liquiddiamonds taking flight, dreamlike...EXT. OCEAN - DUSKBacklit against a flaming sun a solitary SURFER glidesacross the green glassy peak. TIME IS STRETCHED until hismovements gain a grace and fluidity not of this world.Total Zen concentration. Body weight centered, eyesforward and on the next section.EXT. URBAN STREET - DUSKSLOW MOTION ON a black sedan.Creeping along store fronts. Past a Winchell's.PEOPLE splash steps down rain-washed sidewalks in DREAMMOTION. The sedan turns past the FIRST VIRGINIA BANK andinto an alley.INT. BLACK SEDANTWO MEN and ONE WOMAN in SUSPENDED TIME put on overcoatsand hats. Under their hats strips of Scotch tape stretchtaut from the base of their nose to their forehead,hideously distorting their features. Makes them look likehuman PIGS.EXT. OCEANSILVERY in this light, almost metallic, as if from somefuture-scape. The lone surfer SHREDS a long, endlessright wall.ACCELERATING INTO REAL TIME -- as he stares into the pit,digs in, drops into the sweet spot on the wave, hunkersdown.His moves becoming aggressive, frenzied--INT. BLACK SEDANAn M-16 clip is SMACKED into place and cocked with aCACHACK! Ammo clips are SNICK-SNICKED into handgun buttsand a long clip is SSSNICKED into an UZI.Watches are checked. The PIG NOSE people nod to eachother.EXT. BANKPig Nose #1, steals into position near the glass doors,slams his back to the wall, weapon to cheek, breath fast.EXT. OCEANFAST NOW -- the surfboard rips a brutal gash in the faceof the wave. The surfer TRIMS down the line, pivoting theboard and going straight down, CARVING the bottom. Heslashes viciously back toward the lip and--In a radical INVERTED AIR ATTACK sails SIX feet above thewave in an explosion of water--INT. BANK--BAAAAAAMMM!Glass doors explode OPEN and Pig Nose #1 SPINS inside. Hefires a burst into the ceiling. BRRAAMM!! PIG NOSE #1 EVERYBODY on the floor!PEOPLE drop.VERY FAST HERE--Two bandits handle BANK EMPLOYEES and customers--Another PIG NOSE watches the door--Pig Nose #1 moves behind counter, Uzi and canvas sack inhand.INT. SURVEILLANCE VANDark. Monitors SHOW SLOW SCANS of the bank INTERIOR.Two MEN wear headphones and black windbreakers with FBIstenciled on the back. One watches with binoculars. BINOCULARS Bingo. We're on. Let's go. Where's the big college quarterback?! Are you with us, Utah?EXT. BANK WALLA MAN in his twenties. His head spins revealing rain-slicked hair and face, eyes wide, bright. An edgyhandsomeness to him.He pops a stick of Wrigley's in his mouth, rests a shotgunon one leg and leans against the wall. He wears aheadset... through which we hear the FBI guy yelling forhim.This is JOHNNY UTAH. BINOCULARS (FILTERED) Utah, where the hell are ya!?Utah takes his headset off...INT. BANKPig Nose #1 LEAPS over the counter, holds a canvas sackfilled with booty from tellers' drawers. PIG NOSE #1 Fuckin' shake it!Pig Nose #2 nods with his snubby nose, hurries toward theexit.EXT. FIRST VIRGINIA BANKThe bandits burst through the doors and sprint to thealley where they jump into the SEDAN. THE DRIVER, theWOMAN PIG NOSE, punches it and the TIRES WHIRRR on theslick pavement.The sedan launches down the alley.Utah running. Like a freight train. Splashing through across-alley. He doesn't break stride as he slams hisshoulder into a large, steel GARBAGE DUMPSTER.DRIVING it like a football training sled into the ALLEYwhere--THE SEDAN LOCKS 'EM UP seconds too late as it SKIDS andSLAMS into it, CRUNCHING into the brick wall and--Still alive -- GRINDS into reverse back down the alley,HEADLIGHTS SMASHED, it guns it backward as--UTAH leaps over the dumpster and sprints after the car.He has a brick in his right hand. He cocks it back.Johnny HEAVES the brick thirty yards and--SMASH! The brick EXPLODES into the windshield,SPIDERWEBBING the glass.Lady Pignose flinches from the glass fragments thrown intoher face. LADY PIGNOSE Son of a bitch!The car slews backward onto the street, slamming a parkedcar. Lady Pignose slams the thing into DRIVE, cuts thewheel hard, and punches it, skidding on wet pavement.UTAH hurtles from the alley. He leaps, somehow TACKLESthe DRIVER'S door handle and is dragged along the street.He pulls himself up, reaches inside the window, and whipsthe steering wheel hard right.The SEDAN fishtails into a parked Toyota. Utah bouncesforward, slamming into the asphalt. Glass shards andcrushed steel are strewn everywhere, as radiator steamwhistles hot.Pig Nose #2, riding shotgun, is trapped. Can't get hiscrushed door open. The DRIVER pushes open her door.Gropes for her pistol. Utah springs -- no respect for alady. He slams the door, pins her arm and slams again andagain until the gun drops. Utah kicks it away as thewoman collapses in pain.Pig Nose #1 bails out and runs across parking lot. Utahleaps up onto the crushed hood and draws down with theshotgun. UTAH Halt. FBI!Pig Nose #1 spins. We sense reckless anger. He raisesthe UZI. Utah squeezes the trigger.No death. No blood.Just buzzers and flashing bulbs.Pig Nose's flak vest lights up like a pinball machine.Utah's laser weapon hit the "kill zone". Pig Nose ripsthe tape off his face and the FBI CADET shakes his head indisgust.OBSERVERS step forward. Bank customers. Bank tellers.All FBI personnel. MEDICAL STAFF offer the woman driverassistance. Pig Nose #1 heads for Johnny, but is subduedby other agents. PIG NOSE #1 (FBI CADET) I wanna say just two words to you, asshole, SIMU-LATION!!! Johnny- fuckin' Utah. Guys like you will do anything to win!Utah stares back in defiance.The SURVEILLANCE van pulls up nearby.BINOCULARS runs out and pinches two fingers together,right in Johnny's face. BINOCULARS This far, Utah! You're this far from being the most overqualified guy Burger King ever had. Get me?! UTAH Yes sir. Sir? BINOCULARS What?Johnny gestures to the car. UTAH I did stop the perpetrators.Utah turns to go. As he passes he casually raises hislaser-shotgun and re-triggers Pig Nose's flak vest.LIGHTS AND BUZZERS.Pig Nose explodes. More agents restrain him.Screams and shoving matches and pissed off guys.Utah walks off, down the simulated street, past a signwhich bears the FBI SEAL and reads "Combat Village,Quantico, Virginia." DISSOLVE TO:EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN - DAYRed sky. A luminous Pacific. Five foot faces. Nicecurl. A lineup of SURFERS wait outside the break.Silhouetted, bobbing like a pack of sea mammals.INT./ EXT. TAXIA flood of orange through the windshield as the cab crawlsdown Ocean Park to the sea. CAMERA HANDHELD from the backseat.The driver turns to us. DRIVER Anywhere? You don't care? UTAH (V.O.) Anywhere. I've just never seen the ocean before. CUT TO:EXT. VENICE BEACHJOHNNY UTAH trudging across the sand, holding his shoes.Garment bag and a big duffel over his shoulder.He looks silly in his dark suit, tie loosened, wearing aturned around baseball cap.He wiggles his toes in the sand, looks around like a kid.A pack of BOUNCING BEAUTIES jog through frame.Utah grins, reaches up and turns his cap around.It reads "I Love L.A." CUT TO:EXT. FEDERAL BUILDINGLooking down the face of the concrete monolith at Wilshireand Veteran. Ant-like, Johnny Utah's tiny figure movestoward the entrance. VOICE (OVER) Day One in LA, special agent Utah. You may have been top two percent of your class at Quantico but you have exactly zero hours in the field here. You know nothing...INT. FEDERAL BUILDING - FBI BULLPENSupervising Agent BEN HARP leads Utah across the bullpen.Rows of desks. Agents sitting at computer terminals.Data hell. Looks like he got a job at Xerox. HARP You know less than nothing. If you even knew that you knew nothing, at least that would be something, but you don't. UTAH Yes, sir.Utah is wearing a suit, carrying a briefcase. Harp ismid-thirties, confident of stride, tanned of skin, perfectof hair. GQ. Aggressive. HARP Eating solid breakfasts, Utah? UTAH Sir? HARP All the food groups? Avoiding sugar? Caffeine? I see to it that my people maintain cardiovascular fitness. We stay off hard liquor, cigarettes... UTAH (poker face) I take the skin off chicken.Harp glances at him, eyes narrowing. They reach aglassed-in compound of small offices. Harp swings thedoor open and the other agents look up as Utah enters. HARP This is us. Bank Robbery. And you're in the bank-robbery capital of the world-- UTAH 1322 last year in LA county. Up 26 percent from the year before. HARP That's right. And we nailed over a thousand of them. We did it by crunching data. Good crime-scene work, good lab work, good data-base analysis. Nobody had to tackle a car once. You getting the signal, special agent? UTAH Zero distortion, sir.He picks up a donut from someone's desk, a succulentglazed jelly. UTAH I love these things.He looks right at Harp. Takes a big fuck-you bite. HARP You're a real blue-flame special, aren't you, Utah? I don't know why they sent you to LA. Must be an asshole shortage. UTAH Not so far. CUT TO:UNDERWATERA blue field with a pulsing network of rippling lines.VOOM! A figure rockets down INTO FRAME in a curtain ofbubbles. A gawky AGENT, in less than stylish FBI trunks,flails around blindfolded looking for bricks at the bottomof a pool.INT. GYMNASIUM POOL - DAYThe pool casts wavy distortions upon TWO DOZEN MEN, allgrumbling as they stand in line, wearing T-shirts with FBIlogos, sweats and sneakers. We hear a splash, and the menshuffle forward. PAPPAS (V.O.) The dolls love this baby. It brings them luck when they rub it -- right between their buttons.CLOSE ON tape measure wrapped around a generous belly.PULL BACK to reveal VETERAN AGENT COREY measuring theample waist of ANGELO PAPPAS. This 54 year old silverhaired Greek stands rubbing his belly like a Zulu chief. COREY Angelo, we need a bigger tape. PAPPAS Just read the goddamn number. COREY Still a 46. Maybe we can cinch it down, wear a girdle-- PAPPAS Screw you and this holistic fitness crap! At least my arms don't flap in the wind.Corey secretly squeezes his bicep as...A whistle blows. A broad shouldered MAN wearing an FBIcap barks at the Greek. BIG SHOULDERS Okay, Pappas, let's put on the blindfold. Wanna see you retrieve at least two bricks from the bottom.JOHNNY UTAH enters the pool area in the distance. Sayssomething to one of the agents. Is pointed toward us as--Corey ties the blindfold and guides Pappas to the edge ofthe pool. PAPPAS I've been in the field 33 years, fired my piece 23 times in the line of duty, and I got no idea what a blind man fetching bricks has gotta do with being a Special Agent!Johnny has walked up. Pappas, blindfolded, turns directlyto Utah as he continues, thinking it's Corey. PAPPAS Added to which indignity, I got three months left to retirement and they saddle me with some blue-flamer fresh out of Quantico for a partner. Some quarterback punk, Johnny Unitas or something. UTAH The shit they pull, huh?Pappas snorts agreement and cannonballs into the pool.Huge backblast of water. The other agents hoot andholler.Corey swears and wipes off his clipboard.Johnny steps to the edge, looks down.We see the blindfolded Pappas groveling along the bottom.The other agents cheer as Pappas heads for the surface. COREY Here he comes. Hold up a fish, he'll take it right outta your hand.Pappas surfaces in an explosion of spray as he sputtersfor breath. He grabs the edge and angrily slaps twobricks on the tiles. He rips off the blindfold looks upand frowns.A HAND ENTERS FRAME to help him up. Pappas takes it andJohnny hauls him on deck. COREY Hey Shamu, this is your guy.Pappas eyes the new agent warily. Extends his hand. PAPPAS Pappas. Angelo Pappas. UTAH Punk. Quarterback Punk. PAPPAS (grinning) Welcome to Sea World, kid.INT. SEDAN - DAYSERIES OF TIGHT SHOTSECU sweep hand of a dive watch clicks through theseconds.Magnum shells are fed into a pump shotgun.Velcro straps of Second Chance body armor are fastened.White gloves are pulled snug over strong hands.A silk tie is straightened. A shotgun slide is cocked.The sweep hand approaches the twelve.A LATEX MASK is pulled over the back of a man's head. VOICE The little hand says...The mask turns into FULL CLOSE-UP. It is RONALD REAGAN. REAGAN ... let's rock and roll.INT. BANK OF AMERICABusiness as usual. The scene so normal you know somethingis about to happen. An exiting MAN stuffs bucks into hiswallet, reaching for the door which--SLAMS INWARD. He is hit by a wall of EX-PRESIDENTS.REAGAN charges in with his buddies RICHARD M. NIXON,LYNDON BAINES JOHNSON and JOHN F. KENNEDY.Reagan throws the poor guy skidding across the floor.Nixon buttstrokes a guard, hard in the nuts, with his 12gauge.The other guard goes for his holster -- finds himselffacing three shotguns and one very large handgun.Reagan sights down the pistol. REAGAN Use a gun, go to heaven.The guard freezes. White and sweaty.Tricky Dick slips up to him and collects the pistol.Kennedy covers the stunned customers.Johnson backs up against the door jam, watching thestreet, and the sedan idling at the curb. REAGAN EVERYBODY FREEZE!! That's right. ALL TELLERS step back from the counter! Hands on heads! MOVE!!Nixon and Reagan move quickly to the counter as thetellers comply. REAGAN Everybody else on the floor! Do it! On the floor, let's go. NIXON SUCK LINOLEUM, BITCH!! You got earwax?!Nixon grabs a stunned woman by the arm and hurls her tothe floor.She lands hard. Everyone is on the deck by now.The Presidents move fast.Reagan leaps onto the counter. Stands up where he can seeall.Nixon hurdles to tellers' side and they start moving downthe line together. Reagan controlling the room as Nixonquickly empties the tellers' cash drawers into the sack.His hands move like lightning. REAGAN Just stay cool. Everybody stay cool. Heads down. Eyes down. The money's insured--TIGHT ON -- MONEY flying into the sack. REAGAN -- it's not worth dying for. Another 45 seconds of your time. That's all. Then -- Whoa, Tricky Dick!Nixon pulls a pack of twenties back out of the bag andtosses it to the BANK MANAGER. Who reflexively catchesit.Then drops it like a hot-potato just before--It EXPLODES into a cloud of blue ink. The manager is dyedblue.Burnt money showers on the terrified customers.LBJ looks at his watch and WHISTLES.The bandits sprint for the front doors.Kennedy exits first, followed by Reagan.LBJ pauses under the surveillance camera, drops histrousers and MOONS. Thank you is written across his whitebutt.BLACK AND WHITE VIDEO MONITOR--High angle, distorted wide shot. LBJ hoists his pants andsplits, followed out by Nixon, who exits backward with thefamous double peace-sign held high overhead.IMAGE FREEZES. Victorious Nixon, grainy... something froma time warp. The image SUDDENLY GOES INTO HIGH-SPEEDREVERSE. The bank robbery sequence zips backward. PAPPAS (V.O.) Twenty-seven banks in three years. In and out in 90 seconds. Nobody ever gets shot. We're talking solid professionals.WE ARE IN--INT. BANK CRIME SCENE - LATERUTAH & PAPPAS are watching a monitor in the glassed-inoffice. The robbery REPLAYS on grainy BLACK & WHITEvideotape.The bandits barge in, raise shotguns and order everybodyto the floor. UTAH Good move. PAPPAS Yeah, they control the room well. Stick strictly to the cash drawers.VIDEO TAPE -- Utah is reverse-scanning. The bandits walkBACKWARD into the bank. The explosion of blue ink issucked back into the pack of money, then leaps back intoPresident Nixon's hand. UTAH They don't go for the vault? PAPPAS Never go for the vault. They never get greedy. UTAH Smart. You burn time in the vault. PAPPAS Reagan usually drives. Stolen switch car, they leave it running at the curb, looks parked from a distance. When they run, they dump the vehicle and vanish. And I mean vanish.Utah stops the video, now FAST-FORWARDING it, stoppingwhere President Nixon separates the exploding "dye pack"planted with the money, before he tosses it aside. UTAH Surgical. Look at them separate the dye packs. Dick and Ronny know their jobs. PAPPAS The Ex-Presidents are the best I've seen, kid.Outside the windowed partition POLICE OFFICERS interviewfrightened customers.Hotshot agents MUNOZ and COLE enter from the main floor ofthe bank. Think they're very slick. MUNOZ Anytime you two are finished jerking off watching MTV I need to get a look at that tape. COLE (sloppy grin) Hey, Pappas, you tell the kid your theory on the Presidents? PAPPAS Just take the tape, Cole.Now Munoz starts to smile. MUNOZ Hang ten, Pappas, like totally rad... (to Utah) I gotta tell ya, the department loves it. UTAH What's he talking about, Angelo?Harp raps glass. Cole and Munoz look sharp.Harp enters addressing Pappas and Utah. HARP They found the drop car up on Mulholland. I want you two to go work it. PAPPAS What? Now I'm working the drop car? Who's handling the scene here? HARP Cole and Munoz. I'm uh... letting them run with the ball for a while.Cole and Munoz gloat. PAPPAS Cole and Munoz? I been on this case for two years. HARP (zeroing in on Pappas) That's the point, isn't it? PAPPAS Yeah, I get it. Time to play let's dick the old guys, huh, Harp? HARP Supervising Special Agent, Harp. Now I want you to go work the drop car, okay, Angelo? Okay?The Greek rises like a proud bull. PAPPAS Sure. No problem. How about your office? Your office need vacuuming? We could do that too.Pappas and Utah move toward the door. It's a tightsqueeze as they pass Cole and Munoz. Especially Pappas. PAPPAS Excuse me.Read as fuck you.EXT. MULHOLLAND SCENIC TURNOUT - NIGHTThe diamond field of LA glitters below. The small parkingarea off Mulholland is filled with squad cars. Red andblue disco.A flock of UNIFORMS milling about a non-descript CHEVY.INT. SEDAN FRONT SEATFLASHLIGHT BEAM prowls the interior, stopping on a smallprinted card, folded like a pup tent, left upon the benchseat. It reads "Sanitized For Your Protection." PAPPAS Cute huh? They love to fuck with us.UTAH & PAPPAS pull their heads out of the sedan. Forensicexpert, HALSEY, stands behind them. PAPPAS Don't tell me, let me guess. The switch-car was stolen this morning... (Halsey is nodding his head) They vacuumed and 409'd the interior, did the windows, emptied the ashtrays... HALSEY Yeah, the usual drill.Utah pulls on a rubber glove and lifts the card off theseat. Studies it. Talks to Halsey like Halsey's the onethat just out of Quantico, not Utah. UTAH Could've taken their gloves off before setting that card. Laser it for prints. Maybe held it to his teeth -- check the edges for saliva. (a beat) Today was a scorcher. This Chevy doesn't have air conditioning... HALSEY Sweat secretions in the seatbacks? PAPPAS You through, Mr. Wizard? Let me know if you find Jimmy Hoffa under the seat while you're at it. (looks at his watch) Hell, it's only 7:30. The night's still young... you can solve this case and start on another one. UTAH Well, what're your ideas on these guys? PAPPAS Forget about it, kid. They're ghosts. Let the goddamn yuppie Mormon affirmative action assholes handle it. See I'm almost 55... so I must be senile, right? They better get me out before I start pissing myself in public. Drooling. It would look bad for the Bureau, right? UTAH So you're gonna coast to retirement, when you could nail these guys and go out with come dignity. PAPPAS You watch your fucking mouth! (pounds his chest) Mr. Hoover himself pinned the Seal of Honor right here!The two men glare at each other. Utah looks away. UTAH Sorry. PAPPAS Yeah. That was thirty years ago anyway. (stares out at the bright horizon) L.A.'s changed a lot since then. The air got dirty and the sex got clean. (after a beat) So you want to nail the Ex- Presidents? Be a big hero? UTAH Yeah. What's your theory? PAPPAS The fucking punks are surfers. CUT TO:GRAINY BLACK & WHITE VIDEO WITH TIME CODEEx-Presidents charge into bank, raise shotguns.Image STOPS, then FAST-FORWARDS to the end.WE ARE IN--INT. FEDERAL BUILDING - BULLPEN - NIGHTDark, lit by the TV at the far end of the bullpen. PAPPASand UTAH sit in front of the flickering Sony in the bigempty room. Angelo punches a button on the VCR.ON THE SCREEN--LBJ turns his back to the fish-eye lens, drops trousersand moons the camera. Thank you.Angelo FREEZES on LBJ'S butt. PAPPAS I'm tellin' ya, kid, it's in our face. Lookit the tan on this guy.The young agent looks forward.Stares at the white inscribed butt bracketed by deepbronze tan lines. UTAH Oh well he must be a surfer. PAPPAS Shutup, you might learn somethin' you're not careful... So last year Nixon scuffs a counter going over. There was a soil sample. Non- specific mud traces of asphalt, oils, blah, blah... sand and... carnuba wax. So I became a wax expert. There's 80 some uses for this stuff, something like five hundred products.He tosses Utah a ream of computer printout. Utah scanslists of brand names. UTAH Candle wax. Car wax. Mustache wax? Could be anything. Guy's waxing his mustache at the beach. Gets sand in it. Wipes it off with a shoe. Shoe scuffs the counter. PAPPAS The lab made three possible matches, this was one of 'em.Pappas opens his desk drawer, takes something out andthrows it to Johnny. A pastel blue hockey puck wrapped incellophane.A block of "Mr. Zog's Sex Wax". UTAH (reading) Sex wax? You're not into kinky shit, are you Angelo? PAPPAS Surfers use it on their boards. They rub sand into it for traction. UTAH Thanks for the tip. I needed this knowledge.Pappas shoves a thick file folder toward Utah. PAPPAS Now lookit the dates on the robberies. This is strictly a summer job for these guys.Johnny leafs through it. UTAH ... Four months. June to October. Mmmm...same the year before. PAPPAS Another month and we don't see 'em again 'til next summer.Utah stares at Angelo as it dawns. Grins suddenly. UTAH They're traveling the rest of the year on the money, going where the waves are...Pappas starts to smile. Suddenly, he jumps up onto hisdesk, gets down in a speed-crouch, arms extended. PAPPAS (to one and all) The Ex-Presidents rip off banks to finance their endless summer!Johnny watches, grinning. The night security GUARD walksin. Utah turns to the guard, shrugs. UTAH I think he needs a vacation.The guard nods understanding. CUT TO:INT. SURFSHOP - MALIBU PIER - DAYLong stack-up rack of gleaming SURFBOARDS.A HAND reaches in, pulling out a board from the middle ofthe deck.JOHNNY UTAH hefts it. Sights along it. Trying to lookfamiliar with alien equipment. Behind him is a whip-thin15 YEAR OLD SALESMAN. Nut-brown with platinum hair,jammed day-glo shorts, sleeveless T-shirt, unlaced Ug-boots. 15 Highest performance, very kind. If you want to get aggro, man, this stick can handle your best rage. Where you surf? UTAH I don't. 15 Whoa!! Back up! This's a 5'6" tri- fin squash-tail thruster. You'd eat major shit on this, dude.ACROSS THE ROOM we see Pappas trying on purple wraparoundsunglasses.The salespunk pulls down a wide board with a garishfirebird paint scheme. Like a lowrider flame-job. Thelogo reads "Dance with the Universe." 15 Here, you need a rhino chaser like this one to learn on. Good board. I mean for a pig board.Utah hefts the board. Scowls. Hates anything he's notgreat at.PAPPAS sets his purchases on a counter: the glasses, someplutonium-pink shorts, T-shirts, sun-block. The GIRLbehind the counter is sixteen, barely contained in amacrame bikini-top and "Dolphin" shorts. Angelo picks upa package of Sex Wax from a rack. Sniffs it. PAPPAS (reading the label) "Best for your stick", huh? This might not be enough. I better get two.The girl stifles a grin. Thinks he's cute. At the otherend of the counter, 15 is ringing up Utah's board. 15 Hey, man, guys your age learning to surf, it's cool, there's nothing wrong with it. UTAH I'm twenty-five. 15 See that's what I'm saying, it's never too late.Utah picks up the board and moves to leave. 15 Hope you stay with it. Surfin's the source. It'll change your life. Swear to God.EXT. MALIBU PIER - DAYUtah and Pappas walking back to the car.Two FBI agents in suits and ties walking with a day-gloorange surfboard. Surreal image. The ocean shimmers inB.G. PAPPAS Johnny, it's the only way. UTAH Why can't I just walk around with this thing under my arm and act stoned? Ask a few questions.Angelo stops at the railing, points toward the ocean. PAPPAS Look. Look at them out there.LONG LENS on packs of surfers sitting outside. Bobbingslowly. Hunched like sea birds. Waiting for an unseensign. Disappearing and reappearing beyond the break. PAPPAS They're like some kind of tribe. Got their own language. You can't just walk up to these guys. You've got to get out there. Learn some moves. Get into their head. Pick up the speech. UTAH Angelo, this stuff is for little rubber people who don't shave yet. PAPPAS It's all balance, right? And coordination. How hard can it be? CUT TO:EXT. SURFRIDER BEACH - DAYWHAAAAAM! Johnny is CLOBBERED by a wave.He's flipped off his board and hits the water face-firstas the wave crashes over him. Other surfers steer clear.PAPPAS lounges in a beach chair in his plutonium pinkshorts, purple Vuarnet's and a T-shirt emblazoned with"Surf This" across the chest. A picnic basket sits closeat hand. He winces at Utah's wipeout. Shouts from hisbeach chair. PAPPAS I think you gotta hit them straight on! UTAH (out of breath) Got it...UTAH holds the tip steady, gouges the face of a wave andsquirts out the other side. Another wave rises and Utahglides up over the hump. He clears the swell and theocean suddenly smooths out like a giant lake. Triumphantover having made the lineup, he sits up on the board, andfalls over.PAPPAS slices a green apple, some feta cheese and eats offthe knife.UTAH climbs back on his board. WHISTLES and HOOTS soundas SURFERS spot a new swell. Utah watches as the regularsstart catching rides. Suddenly he feels like a lost dogon a busy freeway.A young LOCAL in a neon wetsuit slashes past him, inchesaway. LOCAL Outta the way, you dick!Another, shredding viciously, is blasting toward him. LOCAL 2 Move it, kook!Johnny paddles rapidly, ducks under.Sees another, bigger wave coming.Pissed off... at himself, at the downy-cheeked hotshots,at the frustration, he turns his board around and startspaddling hard.He somehow gets the soles of his feet in contact with thetop of the board, then struggles up. He's standing --sort of.Arms pinwheeling, he topples in a nasty crash...Right in front of a SHAVED-HEAD SURFER on fullafterburner.Johnny vanishes in an explosion of spray. His boardSHOOTS OUT.It SMASHES SIDEWAYS INTO RAZORHEAD.The guy does an ugly endo.Utah comes up GASPING for air, arms flailing.His board, floating a few feet away, tugging at his ankle.He drapes his torso across the board and pants for breath.Razorhead, already back on his board, paddles over.Points to a small dent in the fiberglass. RAZORHEAD You dinged my board, kook!!Utah looks up in apology as--A CRUSHING RIGHT HOOK SMACKS HIS FACE!Knocks him under.Razorhead pulls a KNIFE from a sheath held by a thongaround his neck. As Johnny surfaces, Razorhead slashes ina vicious arc--Severing Utah's leash, close to the board.His flame-job surfboard bobs away. RAZORHEAD Politeness counts, ASSHOLE!The surf punk plunges under a wave, disappearing. UTAH Goddamn son-of-a--Before Utah can finish, another wave engulfs him and hetumbles to shore, Razorhead nowhere to be seen.ON PAPPAS as Johnny's flame-job board washes in at hisfeet. He calmly picks it up as Utah staggers INTO FRAMEout of the knee-deep whitewash. Johnny rubs his jaw.Spits blood. PAPPAS Kid, maybe this ain't your sport.Utah grabs the board out of Pappas' hands and stalks offacross the beach.INT. UTAH'S BEDROOM - NIGHTJohnny dead asleep. Silence. Then BRRRRR!!He jacknifes up like he just took 20,000 volts. His eyesread panic. He rolls up, legs scissor against tangledsheets and he collapses over empty boxes. He stumbleslike a blind man through the mess until he finds--A tiny Indianapolis Colts FOOTBALL HELMET with a digitalclock for eyes. 5:00 a.m. Johnny emits a drawn outgroan.EXT. OCEAN - DAWNDeafening BOOM as a monster wave CRASHES below a sky thecolor of slate. A distant Pacific storm has brought theswell. 10 foot faces. Glassy, green walls the size ofhouses beckoning from beyond the soup.A lone FIGURE bobbing out beyond the break.The surfer disappears behind the swell.Then REAPPEARS, grinning across the smooth offshorebarrel.UTAH wearing a wetsuit stands beside his surfboard,craning forward to get a better look.The surfer is a WOMAN.She moves with liquid grace, in perfect harmony with thesea, long hair flying out behind her. She undulates likea dancer.Dipping, carving, slicing, making it look sooooo easy.Johnny shakes his head. Oh man, if she can do it... UTAH Fuck it.He stands, grabs his board and heads out into the icyfoam.OCEAN BREAKA horizon of whitecaps churn behind him.He lies on his board, rising and dropping with the swell.So far so good. He spots a wave. A fluid gray-greenhouse rising, forever rising. Utah turns. Paddles. Thehouse catching him, lifting him high upon its roof.Utah is committed. He gets to his feet as his boardslices along the lip. He peers over the falls, down theface -- holy shit! -- it looks like Niagara. He losesbalance and spirals airborne, falling bullseye into theIMPACT ZONE. The entire force of the wave crashing uponhim, plunging him down into the--WASHING MACHINE (UNDERWATER)where he SPINS like a whirling dervish, LASHED to aslamdancing surfboard at the mercy of God.He is held prisoner in a grey-green churning nightmare,like a six-ton pit bull has him by the neck, shaking him.He looks around. Can't tell up from down.WHAM! His head slams into the bottom -- rocks and sand.Stunned, he struggles toward the light, finally burstingto the--SURFACE. Gasping for breath.The good news is he's breathing, the bad news is he'ssurfaced in the impact zone. Another wave crashes down,stuffing him back into the washing machine. Leaving nosign of life in the white froth. The orangeade surfboardlaunches high into the sky, spinning like a misfiringTrident missile, trailing its broken leash like a kitetail.IN THE WASHING MACHINE, Utah tumbles in a cold green hell.His chest is convulsing, needing air now.Suddenly a FIGURE lunges down INTO FRAME.A hand snatches a fistful of his hair and yanks himtoward--THE SURFACE. The WOMAN SURFER bursts through the foam.Grabs her board for leverage. Hauls Utah's head above thewater with one strong arm.He is choking, coughing, slapping fatigued arms againstthe surf, panic registering in his movements. WOMAN SURFER (yelling above the roar) Swim, goddammit! Come on! Move it!The woman gets her board under one of his arms for supportand sidekicks fiercely into the wave, holding him in apainful grip.With powerful strokes, she helps Utah make it to calmerwater outside the break. The big waves, just forming up,lift them and drop them as they pass. Muted thunder whenthe waves hit the beach. She drags him half onto hersurfboard.Practically slamming his face into the board.He's coughing out saltwater.ON THE WOMAN, our first good look at her.She is EXQUISITE. Hair slicked tight to her high-cheekboned face, she looks sleek and feral, with eyes thatburn bright.Especially when she's pissed. WOMAN Look crazy son of a bitch! You wanna commit suicide, you do it someplace else!She undoes her leash and swims rapidly off, returning in afew seconds with Johnny's board. He takes it from her andflops over it, still coughing.Wipes at the salt-snot running out of his nose.There is a cut over his eye from when he re-arranged therocks on the bottom. WOMAN Look at this pig-board piece-a-shit. It's still got the price tag on it, for Chrissakes. What'd you do, buy it yesterday? You've got no business out here whatsoever.Still gagging and gasping, Johnny manages a goofy grin. UTAH Well, I saw you and-- WOMAN Yeah, you saw me and you figured that if a mere girl can do it, a big strong stud like you shouldn't have any problem. Right?! Well you figured wrong, dork!She yanks her board around and strokes powerfully awayfrom him. UTAH Hey! Uh, how do I get back in? WOMAN (without turning) Carefully, tough guy. Very carefully. UTAH (yelling now) My name's Johnny Utah! WOMAN Who cares! UTAH I'm telling you so when you look back on this moment, you can think... there was this guy named Utah and he was pretty much a dork but maybe not such a bad person and I let him drown in conditions he had no business being in whatsoever... when I could have easily helped him.Johnny calmly starts paddling toward shore.Thundering white water pounding the rocks ahead of him.He's stoic in the face of certain death. UTAH (over his shoulder, gamely) Bye. WOMAN Wait! Jesus Christ! (swimming back to him) You're fucking crazy, you know that? You go in there you're gonna eat it on the rocks. Here, follow me.The woman paddles parallel to the shore and Utah pumpsalong behind her. She gets him away from the rocks, thenstarts watching the incoming swell, timing it to the lullbetween sets... WOMAN Go when I say. But stay down. Just lie on the board. Alright, let's go!Utah paddles rapidly, following her, watching what shedoes.He is borne up by a low glassy wall.He bellyboards all the way into the mushy shorebreak.Tumbles. Stands unsteadily, grabbing his board. Runsclumsily out of the retreating foam as another wave comes,sucking water out.On terra firma he looks back to see the woman kick-outgracefully and disappear beyond the wave.He flops on the sand. Shivering. Miserable.EXT. COAST HIGHWAY - LATERLONG LENS... the woman is peeling off her wetsuit next toa BATHTUB PORSCHE that needs a paint job. Her board ispropped 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 shakeas she pulls her bottoms off and struggles into somethingelse, not too concerned about the morning traffic rightnext to her.She pulls on a T-shirt and them performs a Houdini act toextract the bikini top out of one sleeve hole.UTAH WATCHES IMPASSIVELY. He starts his car and pulls outonto PCH to follow as the bathtub Porsche zooms past.EXT. NEPTUNE'S NETUtah cruises up slowly, pulls off the road.Up ahead the Porsche turns into the parking lot ofNEPTUNE'S NET, a Coast Highway hangout that serves high-grade steamed sea-critters and beer to low-grade roadtrash, bikers and surfers.Lean-and-Mean, wearing jeans and T-shirt, jumps out of thePorsche. She hurries to the door of the Net, unlocking itfor a couple of Mexican cooks -- helpers wearingexpressions like they wait like this for her every day.UTAH puts down his binoculars and jots the Porsche'slicense number down on a Tastee-Freeze bag. 867CDH. CUT TO:INT. COMPUTER ROOM - DAYGreen glow washes the intent faces of Utah and Pappas asMISS DEER data specialist, enters 867 CDH into hercomputer.She is purebred American Indian, strong featured andbeautiful.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 issomething 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 scrollsforth. 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 - DAYA fat biker pulls out on a loud Harley (like there's anyother kind). The place is almost empty in the weekendlull between lunch and dinner.Utah's car pulls in off PCH.INT. NEPTUNE'S NETTyler Endicott is working the counter. She jams an orderon 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 totouch her, break through the tough-waitress act. Nowshe'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. UTAH Keep the change, Teach. CUT TO:EXT. BEACH - DAWNUTAH & 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 ofthe other, torso bent at the waist: classic surfingstance.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 andagain. 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 issurfing.For about three seconds. He flies off the deck, ass overteakettle.On the SPLASH we start--A SEQUENCE OF TIME CUTSTyler and Utah straddle their boards outside the break.She nods as the set comes, mellow right tubes. Utah digsin, arms pumping.He feels the bite as the wave picks up his board andstarts 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 thelineup, straddling boards. She moves her hands like afighter pilot explaining a dogfight maneuver. Utahwatches intently.Utah, backlit in glorious slow motion, tries a little turnand feels his feet slip out. He slams down butt-first onthe board, flips over, feet sticking straight up out of ablast of diamond spray.Tyler cringes, giving a look like it's hopeless.TYLER AND UTAH, at their cars, skinning out of theirwetsuits. Utah looks exhausted, downcast. She snaps herwet towel at his ass, cheering him up.MALIBU PIER. RAIN. Tyler jumps out of her Porsche andsees Utah sitting in his car. She goes to him, opens thedoor and starts pulling him out. Come on you pussy.UTAH and TYLER wait their turn in the lineup. Rain peltstheir faces. The waves are depressing inside mushersunder a gray sky.Utah starts to paddle. Tyler shakes her head no. Utah iscommitted 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, stillstanding, is carried along the tiny wall.The wall begins to sag. Utah shoots along the mushhooting and continues hooting madly as he thrashes all theway to shore.He turns and grins foolishly out to sea.Tyler bursts out laughing.EXT. MALIBU PIER - DUSKBig surf. Rough conditions. Closeout set.UTAH, board in arm, follows Tyler out of the whitewateronto 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. Areal kamikaze run as the whitewater walls thunder behindhim.SILHOUETTED against a crimson sky and backlit spray thefigure pumps among the pier pilings in a frenzy of motionthat is somehow balletic.Laying out bottom turns, torquing his body and blastingthe lip a few times, moving so fast his long dark hairstands straight back as if he were leaning out a carwindow 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 ofair.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 finallycloses out completely. The Bodhisattva seems to levitatethrough the shapeless mush to shore. ROACH (O.S.) Brah!Suddenly a football whistles through the air above Utah'shead.He watches as--The Bodhisattva, board under arm, walking out of thewhitewater, 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 treetrunk. Hardness in the face accented by long Comanchehair. BODHI Hey Tyler!She whirls. Bodhi pumps his arm. Tyler jogs back for thecatch. Bullseye. She shoots Bodhi a look. Somethingcrosses 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 hisfoot, kicks it up into his hands. Razzle dazzle. Hegrins evilly.EXT. BEACH - NIGHTRimmed 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 defenseare Bodhi, Tyler and three others: ROACH, gonzo andspiked-haired. GROMMET... 17 and thin as a stick, andROSIE, a biker with piggy eyes and arms blue with tattoos.MONTAGE STYLE -- Utah tosses a flurry of mindbogglingpasses. Every one picture perfect. Nathaniel scramblesz-out left, turns and the ball is practically waiting forhim. Touchdowns galore. Endzone dancing. Bodhi staresat him curiously.Tyler rushes. Utah enjoys scrambling, ducking left andright, 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 thenruns, ball tucked in his arm. Utah tears after him. Flatout speed run.Roach attempts a block. Utah hits him like a freighttrain.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 "juggernautmode".Tyler just steps aside.Bodhi running along wet sand as a wave sweeps up thebeach. Looks back. Sees a demon shooting up roostertailsof spray behind him, gaining. Pours it on. Both of thempistoning 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 burntogether in the surf.The other surfers run up. Who's this newcomer that justcenterpunched their main man? Industrial strengthtension. ROACH The fuck you doin' man?! You fuckin' crazy?Bodhi flashes a million dollar smile. BODHI Chill, brah. You know who this is? Johnny Utah. Ohio State, all- conference. (to Utah) Rose Bowl three years ago. Right?Johnny nods. Tyler looks at him -- no shit? ROACH Johnny fuckin' Utah! Fuckin'-A! Yeah, I remember that game, man. You were on-fire. They could not stop your ass. GROMMET Radical! Head-butt, dude!!Johnny gestures "Please no".Enthused by the concept, Grommet turns to Nathaniel. GROMMET Head-butt!!!They do. Their foreheads CRACK together. They stumblebackwards in giddy euphoria. Nathaniel laughs like PeeWee Herman. BODHI Something happened. You got nuked in the last quarter. UTAH Yeah, my knee got folded about 90 degrees the wrong way. BODHI And that's why you never went pro? UTAH Two years of surgery. I missed my window. Limped through law school instead. BODHI Mmm. A lawyer, huh? (like it's a disease) Too bad. But at least you're surfing now. So your life's not over yet, right? UTAH Not yet. CUT TO:INT. FEDERAL BUILDING - 16TH FLOOR - DAYUtah, in shorts and T-shirt, carries his flame-jobsurfboard past surveillance cameras and portraits of Bush,Hoover and Webster. Special Agent Cole walks by. Eyesthe board. Speaks deadpan. COLE Like totally rad stick, dude.INT. BULLPENUtah tries to act casual as he carries the board to hisdesk on the other side of the room. He has to walk pastthe entire gauntlet to get there. SEVERAL AGENTS Gnarly, man... hang ten... cowabunga... surf patrol... rip it up!Harp comes straight for him like a homing missile. HARP How was the beach? UTAH Fine. HARP Surf conditions okay? UTAH A little mushy. HARP A little mushy! You think the taxpayers would like it, Utah, if they knew they were paying a federal agent to surf and pick up girls? UTAH Babes. HARP What? UTAH The correct term is babes, sir. Uh, this type of undercover operation is entirely dependent on picking up the idiom of the speech. Otherwise penetration is not possible, sir. Of the social infrastructure, I mean.Harp inhales through his nose. A bad sign. HARP Where is Pappas?Utah points across the room. Harp turns.PAPPAS, sitting behind his desk in his "Surf This" T-shirtand pink shorts, lifts the purple Vuarnets like Tom Cruisein Risky Business.Looks directly at Harp. Smiles innocently.INT. HARP'S OFFICEHarp paces. Type-A suppressed rage.Utah and Pappas endure Harp's wrath. HARP Special Agent Utah, this is not some job flippin' burgers at the drive-in. Yes, the surfboard bothers me. Yes, your approach to this case bothers me. And yes, you bother me. You two have produced squat in the last two weeks, during which time the Ex- Presidents have robbed two more banks!! Do you have anything even remotely interesting to tell me? UTAH Caught my first tube this morning.Pappas signals, unseen by Harp, for Utah to shut the fuckup.INT. CORRIDOR TO COMPUTER ROOMJohnny and Angelo walking. PAPPAS What, you couldn't have just left the thing in your car? UTAH It sticks out, so I can't lock it. Look, Angelo, you think I joined the FBI to learn to surf? This was your lame-o idea in the first place. You gotta back me up on this. PAPPAS Johnny, all I can say is we better come up with something real soon.Johnny cocks an eyebrow and opens the door to the computerroom ceremonially, like a doorman at the Ritz-Carlton.Miss Deer looks up as they enter.INT. COMPUTER ROOMTIGHT ON CRT as a lab report scrolls up the screen. Gaschromatography and spectroanalysis. Columns of elementsand compounds, listed as percentage-of-sample. MISS DEER (V.O.) Encino Savings & Loan guard grabbed LBJ's ponytail. We recovered one hair.WIDER, showing Utah and Pappas over her shoulder at theterminal. PAPPAS Yeah, yeah, I remember, last year. Guy got his jaw broken for it. MISS DEER One four centimeter strand. Color brown. Oily. Slight wave. PAPPAS Hell, what're we waiting for, let's go pick the guy up. UTAH Angelo, pay attention. There's gonna be a test afterward. Lab is showing traces of toxins. PCBs. Heavy elements... selenium, titanium and arsenic. PAPPAS Guy's the Toxic Avenger.Utah is excited as he fits the pieces together for hispartner. UTAH The beaches are always being closed because of waste spills, right? And surfers are territorial. They stick mostly to certain breaks. If we can get some hair samples, and get a match to a certain beach, we'd know which break the Ex-Presidents surf. You buyin' this? PAPPAS No. But let's do it, anyway. It's gonna bug the shit out of Harp. CUT TO:EXT. LATIGO - DAYDepartment of Health sign reads, "Beach TemporarilyClosed." Beyond it crashes a wasted northwest swell.Two frustrated teenage SURFERS huddle underneath a towel.Marijuana smoke seeps upward.A sandaled FOOT enters frame and taps their leg. Angryheads poke up from beneath the towel, nostrils and mouthsbillowing smoke.The two wear T-shirts which read "Passion for Slashin" and"Psycho Stick".PAPPAS smiles, standing there in his beach wear, trying toblend in. He doesn't. PAPPAS When you two are done makin' out, I need to talk to you. "PSYCHO-STICK" T-SHIRT Hey, I ain't no butt-bouncer, dude. We're from the valley. Mall babes 'n shit.The kids proudly high-five. PAPPAS I just want to know if you surf here a lot. "PASSION FOR SLASHIN'" T-SHIRT Shit yeah, like totally everyday when it's jammin'. What is this, fucking narco entrapment or what, dude?Pappas flashes his FBI star. He whips out a pair ofscissors.Brandishes them like some over-the-hill "Jason". PAPPAS Not exactly, dudes.EXT. COUNTY LINE - DAYRow of SURFMOBILES parked along a cliff, facing the ocean,doors open, stereos blasting, SURFERS hanging, sitting onhoods.Utah moves along the cars, looking surfed-out.He's tanned, relaxed. Hair starting to bleach out. Oneof the tribe. UTAH Whoa, brah, easy now... Don't move! (Utah bends close, reaching for Surf- Rat's ear) Got some huge sucker crawling into your-- (he plucks at a tuft of hair) Got it! Uuuughhh. SURF-RAT Leave some fuckin' hair, man!Utah squashes, then inspects the mysterious creepy-crawlerhidden in his palm. He wipes his hand on his towel, whichhe keeps balled up in his other hand. SURF-RAT What was it? UTAH Saved your butt, bro. Close one.Utah shivers in disgust, then coyly turns and walks away.The surf-rat desperately pats his ear for traces. CUT TO:INT. FORENSICS LAB - NIGHTA long series of ENVELOPES are displayed on a desk. Eachhas the name of a Southern California beach and isattached to a forensic printout.HALSEY inspects each envelope. HALSEY Naw, this isn't it.UTAH holds up an envelope with a skinny woven ponytailsticking out.PAPPAS shrugs. PAPPAS He moved.Halsey picks up an envelope marked "Latigo Beach". HALSEY PCBs, selenium, titanium, arsenic. The percentages look right. Here's a match. UTAH Latigo Beach.Pappas grabs the envelope, studies it, crooks his head. PAPPAS Surf's up, ace. CUT TO:EXT. LATIGO BEACH - DAYEXTREME LONG LENS scans the beach from a height. A gray,miserable day. Beach crowd thin except for diehards.The image drifts across faces, BODIES. Surfers walkingwith boards.Talking, sitting with pubescent girls.The image settles on Johnny, astride his board, bobbingbeyond the break.ON PAPPAS, scanning with powerful binoculars from his car.CLOSE ON UTAH, out among the flock of hardcore surfers.Ostensibly waiting for a wave, his eyes search the othersaround him, clicking methodically from face to face.Finally he swings his board around and awkwardly catches aride.The modest wave carries him toward the beach as hebalances, tense and style-less.He passes someone we've seen before. The RAZORHEAD fromthe first day. In concentration, Johnny doesn't see theguy.But Razorhead definitely sees him.JOHNNY reaches the beach and jogs up the sand. He picksup a towel and talks into it as he dries his hair. Aglimpse of the walkie-talkie hidden beneath. UTAH Big zippo so far. How about you? PAPPAS (RADIO) Patience hotshot. Patience. It'll be subtle, if it's here at all.PAPPAS WATCHES as Johnny crosses toward the outside showernext to the public restroom.LONG LENS view of Utah passing OUT OF SIGHT behind thebuilding.AT THE SHOWER Johnny sets down his gear and opens hiswetsuit to the warm, salt-free jet of water. TRACKINGSLOWLY IN on him as he lets it pour over his face.A HAND ENTERS FRAME, shutting off the water suddenly.TIGHT ON UTAH, his eyes opening.REVERSE, revealing RAZORHEAD and THREE OTHERS.They are powerfully built SURF-NAZIS.Scalps shaved on the sides. Hair military short on top,lengthening into pigtails in the back. Tattoos. Wristchains.TONE, ARCHBOLD and WARCHILD. The one who socked Utahbefore is BUNKER. They spread out flanking him. WARCHILD This the guy? BUNKER Yeah. UTAH (good natured) Okay, so this is where you tell me all about how locals rule and yuppie insects like me shouldn't be surfing your break and all that, right? BUNKER No. TONE Waste of time. WARCHILD We're just going to fuck you up. UTAH Oh.As they lunge, Utah grabs his board and swings it in awhistling roundhouse. Its edge slams Warchild in the gutand folds him double. The bad news is... Warchild gets anarm around it and brings a pile-driver hammer-punch down.The board splits into two pieces.Utah drops his end as the others close. A flurry ofpunches and kicks, most of which he blocks. But he's lostthe offensive.Bunker takes him to his knees with a vicious karate-styleside-kick.TIGHT ON Utah's towel, talking with Pappas' voice. PAPPAS Johnny? You there?ANGELO gets out of the car fast. He jogs twenty feet andraises the binoculars. Catches a glimpse of the carnagearound the edge of the building. Breaks into a run,massive legs pistoning.JOHNNY HITS THE GROUND hard. He rolls and comes up fast.The razorhead brothers are a little surprised. ARCHBOLD The dude can fight!Warchild grabs Utah from behind. Gets him in a headlock.Archbold and Tone pin his arms. Bunker starts working himlike a practice bag. At this moment, Johnny is gettingthe proverbial shit beat out of him.SUDDENLY, a new figure blurs INTO FRAME.BODHI seizes Bunker and flings him aside. He spins withremarkable agility and drives his heel into Warchild'sface.Utah breaks free, staggering back on the sand. The fightis still there in his eyes.Bodhi is at his side -- holding the others at bay with araised hand and an evil look. BODHI Back off! Now!! Just let it go! BUNKER Stay outta this, Bodhi! BODHI He's with me. Now back off. Seriously.Just do it! (they relax slightly) You alright Warchild? WARCHILD (holding his bleeding nose) Fuck you.Everybody has backed off a bit, panting.Utah steps toward Bunker. Like he's maybe going to shakehands. UTAH What's your name? BUNKER Bunker. UTAH Well, listen, Bunker... I'm actually kinda glad you found me. BUNKER Yeah? Why?Johnny answers with a LIGHTNING ROUNDHOUSE that hits witha CRACK! They can hear it in Pomona.BUNKER HITS THE GROUND. Flat out. Lights out.Tone, Archbold and Warchild lunge like dogs.Bodhi yanks Utah out of the line of fire. BODHI Whoa! Whoa! Hold it, ladies. Give it a rest. (to Utah) Let's go.He literally turns Utah around.They begin to walk, stepping over the pieces of Johnny'sboard. BODHI (under his breath) Do me a favor, Johnny, just keep walking.Tone starts to go after them. Archbold grabs his arm.They help Bunker up. Warchild holds he bleeding nose.Utah and Bodhi start up the stairs, turn a corner and runHEAD-ON into a huffing PAPPAS.The big man clocks a battered but intact Utah.We see him shift gears in his head in 2 tenths of asecond. PAPPAS (out of breath) Uh, you guys seen a kid, maybe 10, 12, running with a car stereo? Stole the fucking CD too, you believe it?Utah is grateful for the cover. UTAH No, but there are four guys back there you might check out. PAPPAS Thanks, buddy.He shoves on.EXT. PARKING LOTBodhi and Utah weave among the cars and motorcycles,beach-types coming and going. UTAH Friends of yours, huh? BODHI The one you decked is Bunker Wiess. The big one is his brother, Warchild. The other two always hang. They think they're some kinda death squad around here. UTAH What's their program? BODHI They're punks. Nazis. Their brains are wired wrong. They hurt surfing because they give nothing back, and they have no respect for the sea. They just want to get radical. It's mindless aggression. They'll never get it, the spiritual side of it. UTAH You always talk like this? You're not gonna start chanting or anything are you? BODHI (laughing) No. (beat) So I was up the beach. I saw it going down. you didn't hesitate... they never backed you up an inch. That's rare in this world. UTAH Thanks for stepping in. BODHI De nada.Bodhi keeps on walking as Utah reaches his car and stops.Five paces on, he stops and turns back. A moment ofdecision... UTAH Gonna be some people at my house tonight. Maybe you can make it. UTAH Where? BODHI Come with Tyler. She knows.Bodhi turns and saunters away. Utah considers his lastwords, wondering how well Tyler and Bodhi know each other. CUT TO:INT./ EXT. CAR - PCH - SANTA MONICA - DAYUtah is struggling into a T-shirt as Pappas drives,intently following a beat-to-shit JEEP. Paramilitaryolive-drab and full of surfboards. And razorhead. PAPPAS Ten seconds you're out of sight. Unbelievable.Johnny is equipment-juggling now... cradling a cellularphone at his ear while steadying Pappas' binoculars infront of his eyes. UTAH You're losin' them. (into phone) That's right. Two-denver-four-sam- niner-five-niner. Late seventies Jeep.LONG LENS, JOHNNY'S POV through binoculars. Bunker's jeepweaves aggressively through traffic ahead. Horns honk.Tone flips off the driver of a Toyota. PAPPAS Look, if you're gonna go leavin' your piece and your shield in the car, you can damn well stay in sight. Okay? UTAH Okay, Dad.EXT. VENICE STREET - DAYLow rent street off Washington.EXTREME LONG LENS on Jeep as it pulls onto the dead frontlawn of a brown stucco house with bars on the windows.The razorheads get out, pulling boards and wetsuits fromthe Jeep. They are dressed now in ripped jeans, GI boots,sleeveless Megadeth T-shirts, etc.Watching, we become aware that two of them have brown hairin a radical style... shaved sides and a short ponytail. UTAH (V.O.) The jeep is registered to a Bradley Wiess. My buddy. Guy's got quite a sheet. (into phone) Yeah, yeah... skip all that. Gimme the greatest hits. Misdemeanor possession of cocaine. That's good...INT./ EXT. CARUtah on the cellular, Pappas behind the wheel as theyslide to a stop half a block from the stucco house. UTAH ... Felony B and E, three months in juvey. Better. Felony assault. Postgraduate work at Chino. Excellent. I'm lovin' it. What about the brother? (Utah is grinning) Great! Another model citizen. These guys really fit the profile. PAPPAS Remember, all bank robbers are losers, but not all losers are bank robbers.LONG LENS POV of Razorheads house. Through the windows wesee the four moving inside. Tone throws Archbold andBunker a Coors from the fridge. Archbold shakes his andopens it in Warchild's face. Warchild, in no mood, slamshim against the wall. We feel the revved-up, chaoticenergy of the group in silent pantomime.Bunker is met by a GIRL coming from the back of the house.She is wearing only panties and a black leather vest.Short black hair and tattoos stark on her white skin.Bunker puts one arm around her neck in a head lock embraceand slides his other hand under her vest. Tone pulls thecurtains. UTAH These are the guys. I can feel it. I say we lay it on Harp. CUT TO:EXT. STREET NEAR HOUSE - NIGHTTELEPHOTO VIEW of house.Bunker and Archbold have partially disassembled the engineof a Kawasaki 1100 parked in the living room. They aredrinking beer and arguing about the carburetors, lit bythe blue glow of the TV. Warchild is watching a living-dead movie on tape.He replays the gory parts. Not a happening night at theRazorheads.REVERSE, as binoculars are lowered, revealing Cole.WIDER, to show the dynamic team of Cole and Munozglowering in a plain sedan, Utah leaning in the sidewindow. MUNOZ This is bullshit. This is a bullshit lead. This is totally bullshit. Harp must be fucking desperate if he's listening to you two flakes. UTAH See you bright and early, guys.Pappas walks up with a grease-stained box. Jams itthrough the window. PAPPAS Cold pizza? It's great for breakfast.INT./ EXT. PAPPAS' CAR - NIGHTPappas pulls away from the curb, roaring past the otheragents sedan. Utah and Cole flip each other offperfunctorily as they pass. UTAH When did Harp say they'd have the warrant? PAPPAS He's pushing it through first thing. You better get some sleep tonight, it could be an interesting morning. CUT TO:EXT. BODHI'S HOUSE - NIGHTA bunker-like structure built of stone and glass on acliff overlooking the Pacific. Surfmobiles andmotorcycles parked in front. A strong backbeat thumpsthrough the open front doors.Tyler's Porsche pulls into the driveway. She and Johnnyget out and head for the entrance. UTAH Nice place. TYLER He rents it for the summer. Bodhi always gets some slick place and throws it open to every surf burnout around. Most a these guys can't keep a job. When the swell comes, they're gone, they have to ride.INT./ EXT. BODHI'S HOUSETyler leads Utah through the steady flow of SURF-RATS andother PCH NOMADS toward a large outdoor deck where abarbecue is in progress. Moonlit waves pound the shoreeighty feet below.They are immediately distracted by the small crowdgathering around GROMMET who has his nose pressed flatagainst the center of a dart board.His eyes swivels back to ROACH, standing fifteen feetaway, dart in hand, getting ready to throw. GROMMET Do your worst, man!Roach drains a beer in one gulp, spies the sharp needlepoint of the dart, then squints at the target.ROSIE moves through the small crowd collecting bets.Suddenly Roaches arm snaps back. A collective hush...In a blur of tattoos the small feathered missile isairborne.TWAAAPPPPPP! Bulls-eye. Centimeters from flesh. Grommetsecretly exhales. Roach howls as Rosie rains money on hishead.The crowd goes wild.BODHI stands nearby with his arm around a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.Pleased to see Utah, he motions him over. UTAH Don't you gamble? BODHI Only make bets I can't afford to lose. Only way to be 100% committed.With that, Bodhi smiles, then he and the woman vanish intothe crowd. Utah watches them go, turns to Tyler. UTAH Who's the girl? TYLER Catch of the day. UTAH Oh, oh. That sounds personal. TYLER People are expendable to Bodhi. UTAH Meaning you were expendable. TYLER (shrugs) We went out for about five minutes... which is four minutes longer than most of them. But you can't hold it against him, he's... different. UTAH Sure, he's "the Bodhisattva". TYLER (she chuckles) Yeah, he thinks he's evolved to a higher plane of existence, or something. (thoughtful) Maybe he has. You've seen him surf... that frenzy. It seems like anger. It's not. It's the energy of lovemaking. The sea is the woman in his life. She's his only true lover.Utah studies her a moment. He's caught the faintest hintof regret in her voice. But also the straight-aheadpragmatism. He looks down at the waves poundingmercilessly against the rocks. UTAH All she does is beat the shit out of me. DISSOLVE TO:PARTY - LATERLingering surf-rats stoned and drunk.Nathaniel stands on the railing of the deck, Corona inhand, gazing out at the black water. He grins sloppily,body wavering dangerously as he hunkers down into asurfing stance. NATHANIEL (beer soaked speech) ... Okay, so you're in the face, it's twenty-five feet straight down, your balls are about this big. (like he's holding up two BB's) And the whole thing's moving, right, roaring like you're stuck to the front of a freight train. There ain't nothin' like it, man. The ultimate rush. Forget about sex, it doesn't even come close. ROACH You lose it right then, you're history. The fish'll be pickin' you outta the coral.Nathaniel cackles that absurd Pee-Wee Herman laugh. Hestarts to flail, arms pinwheeling.Utah catches him by the back of the shorts and pulls himback. Nathaniel spins and drops clumsily onto the deck. NATHANIEL (matter of factly) Thanks, brah.Tyler sits next to Johnny, sipping a beer. Bodhi is notin sight. ROACH See, it's all dynamic, it's all in motion. You can't just stop and walk on in to the beach if you don't like the way things are going, y' know what I mean? You gotta ride it out man, all the way. GROMMET You ride the monsters, you gotta know you're ridin' a line between life and death. There ain't no forgiveness. UTAH So what's the biggest? Waimea? BODHI (V.O.) No, Bells Beach, Australia.Bodhi glides into the group and sits, his expression darkand enigmatic. The beautiful girl kneels behind him,massaging his neck. He seems not to notice. GROMMET Shit, yeah! I remember that day... gnarly fuckin' ass! Was your birthday-- ROACH The set was northwest. Jacking up like a fucking mountain of gray glass-- BODHI I made that one mistake you pray you'll never make-- NATHANIEL You shoulda fuckin' seen it... it was like he fell for-ever. Then the curl crashes down and he's gooone-- GROMMET -- held down in the washing machine, man... it was severe, we couldn't see nothin' thought it was all over for sure--Nathaniel HOWLS.Tyler watches Utah watching Bodhi. Notices how he ismesmerized by these war stories. Bodhi smiles,unexpectedly. BODHI Not tragic to die doing what you love. You want the ultimate thrill, you gotta be willing to pay the ultimate price. NATHANIEL Fuckin' A. GROMMET (draining a Corona) Hell, I ain't gonna see 30.He and Nathaniel slap a warm, brotherly handshake.Utah notices that Tyler is giving him a dark look.She gets up suddenly and walks away from the group. UTAH (to the surfers, covering) Uh. I need another beer.He heads out after Tyler.INT. HALLWAY - DENJohnny moves through the house, looking for her. As hepasses the den, he sees Tyler standing inside, and goesinto the dark room.It is the only personalized space we have seen in thehouse.A kind of shrine to the Bodhisattva.Shelves filled with books and artifacts from his travels.Maori masks, a blowgun, a skeletal shark mouth two feetacross, a huge fossil ammonite... an unbelievable varietyof tribal artifacts and marine specimens.The books include political literature, eastern religion,philosophy. A strange hodgepodge of titles and authors:Nietzsche, Marx, the Tao, "Steal this Book", "The Book ofFive Rings", Frederick Forsyth thrillers.Tyler is looking at a wall of photographs and Johnny walksup behind her. Shots of Bodhi surfing a monster wave,mountain-biking, skydiving, flying an ultralight airplane,bungee-cord jumping, cliff diving.Every kamikaze activity in the book. TYLER Bunch of goddamn adrenaline junkies. I hope you're not buying into this banzai-bullshit like the rest of Bodhi's moonies. UTAH What are you talking about? TYLER I've seen that kamikaze look, Johnny. You've got it. And Bodhi can smell it a mile away. He'll take you to the edge... and past it. (she looks past Johnny, sees something) Hey, Bodhi.Utah turns. Bodhi is in the doorway. BODHI Johnny has his own demons, don't you, Johnny?Bodhi seems to stare into him.Utah breaks the look. Turns back to the photo gallery.Bodhi's eyes swivel. He ponders something. Looks atTyler. BODHI Feel it?Roach and some of the other surfers appear in the hallway,wondering what happened to their leader. He turns tothem. BODHI Gentlemen, it's time.HOOT AND CHEERS. Everyone bursts into motion. Yellingand running through the house. UTAH What's goin' on? TYLER Swell's here, Johnny. Bodhi always knows.Bodhi returns from another room with... AN ALL-BLACKSURFBOARD. It gleams like obsidian. Near the tip, insmall gray letters it says "Stealth Fighter". Bodhithrusts it into Johnny's hands.The others WHOOP maniacally.Johnny feels the challenge. The pull of the tribe. BODHI Let's go, Utah. Time for a little stealth mission. CUT TO:EXT. LATIGO BEACH - NIGHTSIX DARK FIGURES walk toward us out of shafts of light...the headlights of Bodhi's CHEVY 4WD and Tyler's Porsche.The figures are Bodhi, Johnny, Tyler and the othersurfers.ROSIE hangs back with the idling vehicles, tattooed armscrossed. He puffs on a cigarette.A WIDE SHOT (MATTE) of the beach shows a pool of lightfrom the headlights, beyond it a vast silver ocean under ablack sky. The full moon casts the world in coldmonochrome. The little figures reach the sea. ROACH (a voice in the distance) Gaping barrels! Way overhead, man!CLOSER, as moonlit figures run into the water.Utah stands on the beach, hoping his eyes will adjust. UTAH I can barely do this in broad daylight. TYLER Come on. At least no one's gonna see how bad you are.Johnny clenches his jaw and charges past her into thewater.He strokes powerfully out through the black swell.UTAH'S EBONY BOARD pierces the wave and he slides down thebackside to where the others are waiting. Roach andNathaniel, silhouettes nearby, see one they like and takeoff yelling.Johnny turns as a figure glides up next to him. UTAH I gotta be fucking crazy. BODHI Yeah, but are you crazy enough?Grommet gets a ride, slicing across in front of them.A ghost moving off into the silvery distance.Tyler waves jauntily and takes the next one. It'sJohnny's turn. BODHI Football's a man-made game. You keep score with numbers. But in this, there's no field, no rules, no opponent. Just you and the wave. UTAH I know that part. Tell me something I can use, here. BODHI I've watched you once or twice. You surf like it's some kind of street fight. You jerk along from moment to moment, fighting everything that comes at you. Always trying to win. UTAH A flaw I'm working on. BODHI The only way to win out here is to surrender. You have to feel what the wave is doing, accept its energy, get in sync. Just feel it all moving in the blackness... you don't need to see. UTAH Yeah, right, vision is highly over- rated.Bodhi is looking at the lights along the shoreline.Without looking back, he senses the incoming swell. BODHI This one's got your name on it, Johnny.Utah looks. Huge glassy face, perfectly formed. Blackand terrifying. BODHI Let's go.Bodhi digs in with both hands, driving himself forward.Johnny starts grabbing water right behind him. The wavepicks them up. UTAH Shit, I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die now.Johnny uses the patented Tyler-pop and makes it to hisfeet. Suddenly he's going like a shot.He moves back on the board, trims out, slowing down.Maintains a fragile control.On pure adrenalized instinct, heart pounding, he falls inbehind Bodhi, taking the same line along the roaring blackface.Bodhi is like the Silver Surfer, ahead of him in themoonlight.Not wanting to drop too far behind, Johnny walks a littleforward on the board. The nose dips, picking up speed.Johnny starts letting the speed work for him, learningthat he can make long floating turns up and down theglassy face.Feeling the water under his feet, the tons of water pilingup behind him... feeling its awesome power and borrowing alittle of it.The Silver Surfer and the quarterback rocket through thenight.Utah has a big feral grin plastered on his face.Bodhi looks back. Gives him a thumbs up.Then he cuts left and drops giddily down to the bottom,slashing back and climbing.Utah tries it, feels the drop like freefall... feels thespeed.He makes his bottom turn, nearly falling.The grin dropping off his face.He falls in behind Bodhi again as the wave wraps over themlike a great black wing.TYLER, paddling back out, watches them shoot past her.Utah raises his arms above his head and HOWLS like a gonzowolf as they go by.She grins to herself, watching him.Knows he's gotten the ride that will make him a surfer forlife.EXT. BEACH PARKING LOTRosie sits on the sand next to a blazing fire in a cementfirepit.ANGLE THROUGH THE HEAT HAZE above the flames. Tylerpunches through, a few feet away. She paddles toward him,coming alongside. TYLER You had enough? UTAH Yeah. I just want to sit out here for a minute.He watches the lights along the shoreline as the gentleswell between sets lifts and drops them. His face issomehow childlike.A slow grin spreads itself across his face. TYLER Look at you. UTAH What? TYLER Well, usually you have this sort of intense scowl of concentration, like you're doing this for a school project or something... I don't know, like something's driving you. (she puts her fingertip to his forehead) See, it's gone. If I didn't know better I'd say you looked almost happy. UTAH I... I don't know. I can't describe what I'm feeling. TYLER (smiling) You don't have to.Her face seems luminous in the moonlight. The oceansilver. The shore a shimmering line of gold. The skyblack velvet.Utah turns to Tyler, eyes exploring her, as in a dream.Water beads on her dark skin like crawling diamonds.He glides closer, holding her board like an uneasy horsealongside his.He runs his fingertips down her arm. UTAH Goosebumps. Come here.She leans closer and he rubs his hands up and down herarms, warming her. His hands stop on her shoulders.He pulls her to his mouth. Her tongue meets his.She wants this.He is surprised by the fierceness of her kiss, whichoverwhelms his.TIGHT ON THE ZIPPER of her shorty wetsuit as Johnny'sfingers draw it down. Slowly down, to where it endsbetween her legs.He spreads the front and slips his hands inside, along herribs. TYLER Those are cold. UTAH Warm them up.She moves his strong hand onto her breast.His fingers massage her cold-stiffened nipple.She moans and grabs his wet hair in her other hand,pulling him into another intense kiss.EXT. OCEAN - UNDERWATERLooking up from the bottom, we see the silhouettes of twoboards surrounded by pulsing shafts of moonlight.CAMERA TILTS DOWN to show the bottom.The dreamlike blue light shimmering on the sand and rocks.A big shark browses gracefully, ignoring the lovers.Their moment of harmony with the sea will be honored. DISSOLVE TO:EXT. BEACH - NIGHTTyler's Porsche stands alone in an empty lot.Her surfboard sticks up in back, next to Utah's "stealthfighter".Rosie's fire is burning low.Tyler, half-wrapped in a blanket from the car, straddlesJohnny on the sand like she straddles her board. Theblanket slips down.Naked silhouettes in the firelight.She arches her back as they move together in prefect sync.Grips his shoulders and stares into his face, her teethbared in a grimace of pleasure that looks like pain.She makes love like she does everything... with honestyand intensity.Utah, surprisingly, is gentle and slow.He strokes her hair after she collapses onto him. DISSOLVE TO:EXT. BEACH - DAWNECU JOHNNY as he cracks one eye open, registering the dawnlight.He bolts up, looking around. Tyler is asleep beside him,with the quilt from the car pulled up tight to her chin.She looks radiant in sleep.He grabs his watch out of the sand and looks at it. UTAH Holy shit. CUT TO:EXT. ALLEY BEHIND RAZORHEAD HOUSELONG LENS on UTAH'S SEDAN fishtailing through the alley,narrowly missing dumpsters and parked cars.He pulls up next to several unmarked FBI sedans. No onein sight.UTAH jumps out tucking in yesterday's shirt, stuffing hisBeretta into his waistband. He also shoves a smallleather case into his belt.Utah pulls open the door to one of the unmarked cars andrips a walkie-talkie out of the charging rack on the frontseat.Running, he passes a gate. Goes back. Looks.HIS POV -- FOUR MEN huddled behind a garage. COLE, MUNOZ,AND TWO OTHER AGENTS. All with guns and walkie-talkies. UTAH (whispering) You guys need any help? COLE (not amused) You're late.We hear Pappas' voice over the radio. PAPPAS (V.O.) Did that worthless punk partner of mine ever show up? UTAH (grinning) Right here, partner.EXT. STREET - NEARBYPappas has his shirt hiked up as another agent, BABBIT,tapes a microphone transmitter to his stomach. Pappastalks into his top button. PAPPAS Good of you to join us, hotshot. (to Babbit) Watch it. I told you, not on the hairs, goddammit.Babbit moves the transmitter, putting the tape ondifferently. UTAH I'm ready to rock, Angelo. Where you want me? PAPPAS Cole and Munoz are going in the back door. Babbit is backing me. So I want you at the side window by the hedge. You're strictly backup, got it? UTAH Got it. PAPPAS Awright. Get into position. I'm rolling.Pappas pulls the loose Hawaiian shirt down over the radio-mike gear and his stalwart .38 snub.He steps out from behind a fence and walks along thesidewalk toward Bunker's house, two doors down. He iswearing polyester shorts and sandals, and carrying a DOGLEASH. PAPPAS Here Scooby! Where are you boy? Here Scooby!! You furball piece of shit.COLE AND MUNOZ snap around the corner of the garage andsprint low toward the rear of the brown stucco house.UTAH circles back out through the alley. TRACKING WITHHIM as he makes it to the neighbor's back hedge and crab-walks toward Bunker's house. BABBIT and ANOTHER AGENTmake it to the front corner of the stucco house, stayingout of sight of the windows.ANGELO is walking up to the falling-down porch of thislow-rent roach-hotel.JOHNNY is elbow-crawling between the house and a tallhedge.He slides quietly in below a bedroom window.He pulls out the little leather kit he tucked in hiswaistband. Removes something from it. A DENTAL MIRROR.Moving slowly, he raises it above the window sill, anglingit where he can see inside.TIGHT ON DENTAL MIRROR, Johnny's POV.We see a bedroom through a gap in the venetian blind.Tone is lying on the bed, wearing headphones. Cranked upspeedmetal.His eyes are screwed shut, and his fists pump to the beatlike karate on 40,000 volts.The door to a bathroom is open, and the black-haired girlcan be made out behind rippled shower glass.TIGHT ON DOORBELL as Pappas rings it.UTAH JUMPS at an explosion of sound. He spins in amicrosecond, pistol aimed at... A LAWN MOWER.Through the hedge we can just see THE NEIGHBOR, sixtyishand polyester clad, as he adjusts the choke on the roaringmachine about two feet from Johnny's face. Utah exhalesand lowers the gun. Wipes sweat from his eyes.TIGHT ON PAPPAS, smiling open-faced and goofily charmingas...THE DOOR opens, revealing a GIRL we haven't seen before.She has hair like bleached fiberglass, black eye-makeupand nails. Ramones-style wardrobe. She looks tense, andwon't open the door very far. FIBERGLASS Yeah? What? PAPPAS Have you seen a little dog? Kind of a cockapoo lookin' thing. About this big. FIBERGLASS No.UTAH blinks at what he sees.HIS POV, in the little mirror.Like a silent pantomime under the ROAR OF THE MOWER, hesees Bunker and Warchild come flying into the room.They are hyper and manic. Eyes wild.Bunker leaps clear over the bed.Grabs a COMBAT SHOTGUN from the closet. Throws it toWarchild. Tone is oblivious.Bunker thumps him in the chest and Tone leaps up like anoverwound toy, gaping "What the fuck?!" we read his lipssaying.Bunker grabs a STEYR ASSAULT RIFLE, white knuckled, whileTone fumbles around and comes up with a .45 COLT AUTO. UTAH (into his headset) Babbit. Get Angelo out of there. They're pulling out a fucking arsenal! Babbit, you copy? Cole? Don't let him pull his badge!EXT. BACK YARDCole and Munoz push their earpieces in deeper. Scowl. MUNOZ Utah, say again. What? (to Cole) I can't hear jack shit over this lawnmower. Christ.INT. RAZORHEAD'S HOUSEIn the bedroom, Bunker looks through a slit of door atFiberglass. We hear Pappas just outside. PAPPAS (V.O.) ... and the guy next door said he saw it go into your backyard. My wife'll kill me if I lose the little bastard. Me, I could care less. Whole house smells from it's liftin' its leg all the time...Bunker looks like he's on paranoia overdrive. BUNKER Something's goin' down, man. This ain't right. TONE (freaked) No, man, it's nothin'. It's nothin'. BUNKER Will you shut the fuck up! Check the windows. Do it!!EXT. RAZORHEAD'S HOUSEUtah sucks up against the wall as Warchild looks furtivelyout the window. We see them both, but Warchild doesn'tsee Johnny, plastered right below him.Johnny closes his eyes and grits his teeth. Shiiiiittt!PAPPAS, AT THE FRONT DOOR, is bobbing his head, trying tolook inside. PAPPAS You sure he isn't out back? You mind if I go take a look? FIBERGLASS Look, I don't know anything about your dog, okay-- PAPPAS Well is there anyone else here that might have seen him? FIBERGLASS There's nobody else here...INT. HOUSEWarchild slams into the wall next to Bunker. WARCHILD There's two guys by the back door. Ducked down. TONE Oh, shit. Shit!! We're fucked, man. BUNKER That fat fuck comes through the door I'm gonna pump him up. Swear to Christ, man, I'm gonna blow the dude up!Scared and vicious, like a cornered dog. We believe him.Bunker jacks the bolt on the Steyr. Warchild cocks theshotgun.EXT. HOUSEJOHNNY is pissing himself. He can see it all going down.So fast he doesn't have time to think.He goes into motion -- slipping rapidly along the wall tothe next window.The bathroom window.PAPPAS, AT THE FRONT DOOR, makes his move.He pushes the door open, breaking the security chain, andjams his FBI shield in the girl's face as he grabs herarm. PAPPAS FBI, gorgeous. Now let's take a look around--INT. HOUSEBunker's eyes bug out as he sees Pappas coming through thedoor. He snaps the assault rifle to his shoulder.Suddenly Johnny is behind him -- half-in the bathroomwindow, pistol gripped double-handed like they taught himin Quantico. UTAH FBI!! DROP IT!Bunker whips around. Squeezing off a wild burst! B-B-B-BLAM!It rips the plaster next to Johnny's shoulder.Shatters the shower door behind him. The BLACK-HAIREDGIRL screams.Johnny flinches, FIRING RAPIDLY. Wild.Bunker drops, hit.Warchild lets go with the 12 gauge. KABOOM!Takes a chunk like a shark bite out of the doorframe byJohnny's head.Deafening in the confined space.Johnny flattens himself behind the doorframe.Tone just splits. Down the hall like a greyhound.PAPPAS is on one knee, his piece drawn fast, holdingFiberglass in a neck-lock with one massive arm.Bunker, wild-eyed and bleeding, is on his knees in thebathroom doorway.He raises the Steyr. Mistake.Angelo FIRES. 30 years in the field tends to show.Three rounds. Chest. Chest. Head.Bunker is off the planet.MUNOZ KICKS THE BACKDOOR IN like they do in the movies.He and Cole charge into the rancid kitchen. Badass FBIagents.JOHNNY, hotwired and hyperventilating, pops out for a shotaround the doorframe. He gets a glimpse of Warchild'sback disappearing into the hallway. FIRES. His shot iswasted, punching plaster.Suddenly a pink freight-train hits him.He forgot about the girl in the shower.Naked except for her tattoos, she bodyslams him face-firstinto the wall.As he tries to turn she grabs his hair in both hands andhammers his head into the medicine-cabinet -- CRASH --shattering the mirror.Then she knees him in the balls as he ricochets off thewall into her.She drives her elbow into his back as he drops."FREIGHT TRAIN" lands knee-first on his gun hand, andviciously kicks the pistol away with one bloody foot. Itskitters under the bed.She's cut up from flying glass. Demon-eyed and wired, herbody lithe and muscular under white skin. She sprintsacross the bedroom, leaving Utah slumped, heaving forbreath.IN THE HALLWAY, Tone is hidden behind a doorway.White-knuckling the forty-five. A wild-eyed kid with abig gun and not the slightest idea how to use it.He hears footsteps POUNDING behind him and spins.It's Warchild, running with the shot-gun. WARCHILD Move it, man. Let's get the fuck out of here!Off-guard, Tone is SLAMMED BY THE DOOR as Munoz drivesinto it with his shoulder.Pounded between the door and wall, Tone is wired so tighthe pulls the trigger and blows a hole through his ownright foot.He screams and drops to the floor.Munoz sandwiches him with the door and draws down onWarchild, who dives into a doorway.Cole drives past Munoz, who has Tone pinned, and poundsdown the corridor.Cole reaches the doorway and goes for the shot onWarchild."Freight-train" appears behind him from another door.She raises a pair of scissors and drives them into hisback up to the hilt.Pulls them out, going for another stab, when--Pappas spins her around and slams her face-first into thewall.UTAH, in the bedroom, sees Warchild blur across his fieldof vision.On pure instinct, he kicks into overdrive. Johnny leapsthe bed and goes ballistic. His flying tackle catchesWarchild at the window.EXT. HOUSEThe window EXPLODES OUTWARD in a spray of sunlit glass.Utah and Warchild crash to the ground.The razorhead, with 50 pounds on Johnny, rises like abull.Bleeding from superficial lacerations, Warchild plowsthrough the hedge.Johnny dives after him.The Polyester Neighbor stands paralyzed as the two crazedfigures careen toward him. He is knocked flying, and theROARING LAWNMOWER is flipped onto its side.Utah and Warchild are locked together.The shotgun lies nearby, out of play.Warchild jerks a 6 INCH KNIFE free from its sheath,hanging from a thong around his neck. He trusts straightat Johnny's throat.Johnny deflects the thrust -- INTO THE WHIRLING LAWNMOWER.KA-WHANGGG!!! The knife is hammered out of Warchild'shand.Whistles away, spinning.Warchild grabs Johnny as they scramble, and heaves himbodily toward the spinning blade. Utah catches the rim ofthe mower with both hands, stopping himself inches fromthe rotor.Warchild puts all his weight on Johnny.Pushing him face-first toward the blades.Johnny feels the wind on his face.The engine is roaring, full throttle.PAPPAS APPEARS BEHIND THEM.He aims the .38. FIRES TWICE.The little Briggs & Stratton dies young, its casingshattered.The rotor spins to a stop.Warchild looks up into the black eye of Pappas' gun.Two inched from his face. PAPPAS Speak into the microphone.The razorhead sags, the fight going out of him.Babbit kicks him off Johnny, face down onto the lawn.Cuffs him.INT. BATHROOM - BEDROOM - LATERUTAH dry heaves over the sink. Turns the faucet on fullblast and hoses his head. He lifts a dripping face, wipeswater out of his eyes, stops on the reflection in themirror. Pappas is there. PAPPAS It's always been lasers and paper targets until today, right?Utah looks up at him and nods. He glances through thedoorway at Bunker, dead in a pool of blood. Tone iswailing as paramedics work on his foot. Cole is beingtaken out on a stretcher. PAPPAS No difference, Utah. Just a little more to clean up. (squeezes the rookie's shoulder) It's alright. You did good today.Across the bedroom AGENT BABBIT rips the back off a bigspeaker unit. Behind it, taped to the woofer, are twolarge packets of a white substance. PAPPAS Oh shit.Utah stares at the dope. CUT TO:INT. POLICE HQ - OUTSIDE INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHTTIGHT ON WARCHILD manacled to the chair screaming his headoff. We cannot hear him through the glass. It looks likepantomime.UTAH and PAPPAS watch through the one way observationwindow.THWAAAAAP!! The two taped packets slam the wall inchesfrom Utah's right ear. Johnny snaps his head around.Stares into the face of DIETZ who looks like Warchild'smeaner brother.And he's pissed as hell... DIETZ You know what this is?! Two keys uncut crystal meth! UTAH What the hell's your problem?Dietz manically grabs a clump of his stringy hair. DIETZ You think I like this haircut? My wife wants me to stay at Ramada -- I been working on these guys for THREE MONTHS! Finally -- finally-- (nodding to Warchild) -- I get dickwad in there wantin' to play wheel of fortune so I can find out their supplier!HARP emerges from the interrogation room, we hear a sliverof Warchild's battle cry. He spies Utah. HARP This is agent Dietz, DEA. He's got a record of your suspect's movements every day for the last three months. DIETZ (stabbing the air with the packets) All I wanna know is how are these guys supposed to be holding up Tarzana City National on August 2nd, when they are in Fort-fucking- Lauderdale August 2ND!!! HARP Not an easy thing to do, is it, Utah? UTAH Aw shit. PAPPAS Nice tattoo, Dietz.We hear a faint BUZZ, growing louder as we... CUT TO:INT. BEDROOM - UTAH'S APARTMENT - DAWNThe doorbell BUZZ shrieks through the room. It stops.Starts again. A ghostly dawn finds UTAH and TYLERsleeping peacefully, limbs entwined like vines.Johnny's eyes snap open. Spies the clock. 4:00 a.m.Tyler stirs beside him, coming out of sleep.Johnny wraps a blanket around his waist and staggers tothe door.BODHI stands outside the door wearing a lunatic grin.Behind him NATHANIEL, ROACH and GROMMET hoot from thepickup. BODHI C'mon brah, there's a righteous swell. Let's go! Let's go!Tyler comes into the room, wrapped in a sheet.Utah sees her knowing smile. TYLER He does this. CUT TO:EXT. BEACH - PREDAWNVampire morning. A misty predawn, bled of all color.Steel gray tones. The ocean vanishes in the fog a fewfeet from shore.Tyler and Johnny, carrying their boards, walk toward thewater. TYLER Come on, Utah. Everybody's out there catchin' all the good rides.She realizes he has stopped ten feet behind her, like agreat weight has dragged him to a halt. TYLER What's wrong Johnny? (goes back to him) You're like a different person.He stares at her. His expression dark... wrestling withsomething. UTAH I am a different person, Tyler.He lets out a long breath and looks away, out to sea.JOHNNY'S POV... the water receding into a backlit wall ofmist.FIGURES APPEAR, faint silhouettes in the fog.Shades of gray in the gray.IN SLOW MOTION they weave hypnotically across the screen,their shapes merging and unmerging as they cross eachother.STACKED UP BY THE EXTREME LONG LENS, Bodhi, Roach, Grommetand Nathaniel crave and slash toward us with mysticalgrace.In SUSPENDED TIME we see them hooting and grinning at eachother as they cut aggressive moves close to each other.Dolphins playing.Challenging each other in mock combat.So good, their boards slash past each other with inches tospare.There is an incredible sense of freedom and exhilaration.Bonding forged through mastery of this arcane art.For the first time we see the core group of Bodhi's tribe,by themselves. It dawns on us...There are four of them.And at that moment Nathaniel drops in front of Bodhi,laughing at the near miss, and drops his pants in a nastywig-wagging moon.TRACKING SLOWLY IN ON JOHNNY staring, mouth open.Watching the four horsemen of the Apocalypse ride towardhim.IN SLOW MOTION, BODHI grins as he slashes past Nathaniel'sshining white butt.ON JOHNNY, as he reacts to the dawning certainty.He feels weak, dizzy... like the ground is moving underhim. TYLER Hey. You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.SHOCK CUT -- ANGELO TURNING TOWARD HIM, at the drop carscene. Eons ago. The sound of his voice ringing... PAPPAS Forget about it, kid, They're ghosts...BACK TO JOHNNY, as he backs away from Tyler. Still inshock, recoiling from the situation. UTAH I... I gotta go. TYLER Johnny... what's going on? I don't get it... did I do something? UTAH No. I'm sorry. I have to go. I'll, uh... I'll call you later. I'm sorry.He sets off running up the beach.Tyler stares after him. Confused and hurt. DISSOLVE TO:EXT. PAPPAS' HOUSE - NIGHTEarly evening. Utah pulls into the driveway. When hekills the engine we hear Greek music from inside thehouse.AT THE ENTRANCE Johnny finds the door ajar. He pushes itopen a little to reveal--INT. HOUSEPappas dancing alone in the living room with his shirtoff, holding a glass of ouzo. Facing away from the doorthe ample Greek hears Utah's tentative knock. Withoutbreaking from his dance or turning he calls out-- PAPPAS Hey, babe. Get on over here so the big dog can teach ya how to bark.Pappas howls like a bloodhound, then twirls around. UTAH Woof, woof.We see the startled Pappas, at a loss for the first time. PAPPAS Johnny! Uh, you, uh... should call first, you know? Hey, where the hell were you all day? You gotta at least call in or something. You okay? UTAH Angelo, we gotta talk.Pappas moves toward him, kind of subconsciously herdingUtah back out the door. PAPPAS Listen, uh... if you're okay, can it wait till tomorrow morning, kid, I...Johnny hears footsteps and turns.Miss Deer comes through the door like it's not the firsttime, carrying a bag of groceries. MISS DEER Angie, they didn't have the kind of wine you like but I got... oh, hi Johnny!Her icy office persona obviously got left there. Her hairis unbound and flows around her shoulders, and in haltertop and jeans she looks delectably off-duty.Angelo looks at Utah like don't you say a fucking word. CUT TO:EXT. HOUSEA few minutes later. Utah and Pappas leaning on his car.The younger agent seems to have regained his hunt-downfever. UTAH ... so I started tailing him. PAPPAS This Zen master surfer. UTAH Bodhi, yeah. I'm on him all day, right. He goes here, he goes there, he goes to Tower Records and buys come CDs, he has lunch at Patrick's Road House... (mock casual) ... he goes into the Assured Trust Savings and Loan. PAPPAS Did he rob it? UTAH Cute. He was inside for about 20 minutes. The other guy, Roach, waited in the truck. They were scoping it out, right?! UTAH Yeah, or cashing a check. UTAH Wait, wait. Then these guys go back to their beach house and box up all their shit. Load it in Bodhi's truck and take it to a public storage unit. You see? Summer's almost over. They're splitting. They're gonna pick up a little traveling money tomorrow. The next day at the outside latest. I got a feeling. PAPPAS Last time you got a feeling I had to kill a man, which I always hate because it looks bad on the report. UTAH Angelo... I'm right this time. We can still win this one.Angelo looks at the conviction in the other agent's eyes.Pappas sighs and puts a hand on Johnny's shoulder. PAPPAS Alright, look... banks are closed. Nothing's gonna go down tonight, right? So we'll be on these guys like white on rice... first thing tomorrow morning. Okay? Tomorrow. Okay?Utah nods. Then grins. Pappas starts backing up, like along rubber band which was stretched taut is pulling himback into the house. UTAH Woof, woof. CUT TO:EXT. STREET NEAR BODHI'S HOUSE - DAYLONG LENS POV scanning Bodhi's house. There is a "FORRENT" sign out front. The driveway and carpet areempty... no vehicles in sight. UTAH (V.O.) They're gone. Son of a bitch. We missed them.UTAH LOWERS HIS BINOCULARS. He's standing next to the carwhile Pappas sits on the hood, sipping coffee from athermos. PAPPAS They're on their way to Maui. UTAH No way. Not yet. Come on.Utah jumps in and starts the car. Pappas is screwing thecap on the thermos. Johnny puts the car in gear, forcingAngelo to scramble in as the car starts to roll. PAPPAS Jesus Christ, kid! The banks don't open 'till nine.EXT. CITY STREET - TRAFFIC - DAYJohnny weaves the sedan among the creeping commuters.Long glittering lines and heat waves. UTAH I say we call it in. Get some backup. But you gotta do it. Harp won't listen to me. PAPPAS Sure. No problem. I'll just call up and tell him his favorite agent saw this one surfer moon another surfer yesterday and it looked real suspicious. Shit, he'll probably call out the National Guard. UTAH I say we don't call it in. Under no circumstance are we to call this in. PAPPAS Look, we handle it ourselves, for right now, okay? We cover the bank, whatever. You and me. That way if nothing happens, or more accurately, when nothing happens... I don't get my tits any further into the wringer than they already are. CUT TO:EXT. ASSURED TRUST SAVING AND LOANSLOW PAN from the facade of the bank halfway up the blockto Utah's sedan in the TIGHT F.G. Head flopped back overthe seat, Angelo snoozes in the hot sun with a sports pageover his face. Johnny looks at his watch for the fiftiethtime. Whole lot of nothing going on.Angelo slides the sports page down to his chin, withoutotherwise moving. PAPPAS Time for lunch. UTAH Angelo, it's eleven thirty. PAPPAS That place up the street has meatball sandwiches. Get me two.Utah slides out of the car. Feeling a little exposed hepulls his Dodgers cap down a little tighter, and adjustshis sunglasses.He trudges off through the sidewalk crowd toward the FAST-FOOD STAND nearby.Pappas pulls the sports page back up to block the sun. CUT TO:EXT. FAST FOOD PLACEON A LONG LENS, very stacked up, we see Johnny standing atthe grody pick-up window. He keeps looking at the bank,visible B.G.The pick-up window opens and food appears, sliding out.Utah turns, pulling out his wallet. VOICE FROM INSIDE Two meatball, one tuna on wheat, two lemonades. Total's seven eighty four.As Johnny is counting out the bills, a BURGUNDYTHUNDERBIRD pulls up in front of the bank. The doors flyopen.The Ex-Presidents jump out.They sprint for the entrance. All this OUT OF FOCUS, B.G.Johnny misses it as he picks up the food order.The Presidents disappear inside.Johnny looks toward the bank again. There is no movement.REVERSE, as Utah walks back toward his car. Pappas isstill under the paper. He slides it down when he smellsfood. UTAH Here, yours is the one that looks like a road kill. Enjoy.Utah throws a big stack of napkins through the window intoPappas' lap. Still standing next to the car. UTAH Here's your lemonade. (he looks down the street) Did you see that T-Bird pull up?Pappas pulls a disgusting mass from the bag, unwrappingone end. PAPPAS (without looking) Damn, I could eat the ass out of an elephant. I shoulda had you get me three a these. What T-Bird?Pappas is about to take a huge bite when a meatball fallsout of the end of the sandwich. It lands on the seat nextto him.He looks at it. Picks it up. Pops it into his mouthand--Freezes, mouth open. Eyes focused on...The Ex-Presidents, in living color, flashing through thedoors of the bank 80 feet away.Johnny is so astounded he doesn't do anything for abouttwo seconds. Pappas coughs out his meatball, eyesbugging. PAPPAS Jesus Christ!! It's them!The Presidents are piling into the car.Johnny reacts characteristically. He whips out theBeretta and yells-- UTAH FBI!! Freeze!! Right now!NIXON spins, raising his shotgun.But Reagan knocks the muzzle down with his hand. Shoveshim into the car. Then Reagan jumps behind the wheel.The back wheels light up, smoking, as the T-Bird launches.Utah FIRES.BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!He puts two into the trunk and blows the back window intojunk jewelry. The T-Bird peels out into traffic, clippinga Subaru which locks them up and spins. PAPPAS Come on, kid, get in the car! Jesus!INT./ EXT. SEDANPappas reaches across, starting the engine as Johnny jumpsin the driver's side. Utah buries the throttle into thefirewall and charges aggressively through the mediumtraffic.Their sedan slews around the back of an eighteen wheeler,fishtailing. It straightens out. No T-Bird in sight. UTAH The hell are they?! PAPPAS They took a left at the next light! UTAH You sure?!Utah is totally wired. Totally concentrated. Theadrenalin is kicking in, flashing through his system. Hisbrain is on turbo boost, reacting a thousand times asecond as they hit sixty through the traffic, which seemsto be standing still. UTAH I got 'em. I see 'em. I'm on it, I'm on it.High-speed slalom through cars and trucks.The world passes by in a hysterical blur. PAPPAS You even watching the road?A car pulls out, straight ahead.Utah swerves wildly, mostly gets around him. The guy'sbumper and front grille are removed. Utah does a smokingskid-recovery. Doesn't even slow down.The late model T-Bird is weaving manically. It makes asliding turn onto a cross street half a block ahead of theFBI agents.Utah cuts the wheel into a huge Ralph's parking lot.Pedestrians scatter. Utah center-punches a week's supplyof groceries in a cart.INT./ EXT. T-BIRDThe Presidents hold on desperately as Reagan white-knuckles it through civilian traffic. They're looking allaround, trying to see where Utah went. LBJ Where are they, man? I don't see 'em. We lose 'em?Not exactly... THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD we see an airborneUtah hurtling from a Ralph's entrance. The sedan lands onthe street, tearing chunks out of the asphalt with theundercarriage.An instant later it hammers into the side of the T-Bird.The two cars spin out of control. Utah cuts the wheel,slamming into them again. Side by side demolition derby.WHAM!! Utah hits them again. The Presidents losecontrol, jumping a curb, losing the right front tire inthe process.Utah's car starts to swap ends. Hit the center islandbroadside.The sedan flips onto its back in an explosion of glass.SCREECH of steel on concrete as it comes to rest.Hanging upside down, Pappas is mightily pissed off. PAPPAS Nice fuckin' work, hotshot. Christ!They can see the T-Bird still moving.It slews drunkenly as the driver maintains speed onflapping rubber.Johnny shimmies out of the wreckage, sliding on his backin broken glass. Pappas is packed in, upside down,wriggling to get out through the side window. A tightfit.INT./ EXT. T-BIRDThe Presidents are hammered up and down by the flailingtire. REAGAN Emergency sanitization! Here we go!EXT. GAS STATIONThe T-Bird vaults into the parking lot and slides to asmoking stop at one of the pump islands. The Presidentsexplode out of the car in a blur.Reagan bodyslams a TEENAGER putting gas in his MUSTANG.He flips his big pistol to LBJ as the other Presidentscharge past him. Nixon jumps behind the wheel of theMustang. LBJ and JFK pile in.Reagan grabs the gas nozzle out of the car.He pulls out a ZIPPO LIGHTER.Reagan raises the gas nozzle like a gun and holds thezippo below and slightly in front of it. He flicks theflame.Then pulls the trigger on the nozzle.Like an impromptu flame thrower, the nozzle spews A TWENTYFOOT JET OF FIRE which engulfs the T-Bird in an instant.Any physical evidence in the car is rapidly incinerated.Customers are running, screaming.Nixon has the Mustang fired up. NIXON Let's go! Move it, Ronny!Ronny's eyes sparkle behind his mask as he paints thescene with the jet of fire. You can see it getting goodto him. In a second he's going to blow up the wholeblock. But he's getting his rocks off. He sets two othercars on fire.A FIGURE BLURS INTO FRAME.In a flying tackle, Utah catapults Reagan off his pins.They roll, skidding across the oily concrete.Spraying wild, the fire swirls around the pump island.Out of the black smoke, PAPPAS charges like an angry bull,his snubnose held high. NIXON sees him and floors it.The Mustang smokes out of the gas station as Pappas' shotsblow out the back window.Utah and Reagan roll away from the blaze. Johnny's pantsare burning. He gets to his knees in time for Reagan'skick to take him square in the solar plexus. He folds inhalf. Drops to the cement.Reagan kicks him again and takes off running.The President is burning.His suit jacket is ablaze. He shucks out of it as heruns.Gasping, Johnny rapidly slaps his jeans. Puts himselfout. He comes up running, pulling his Beretta. Sees theback of Reagan's head disappearing into an alley behindthe gas station.EXT. ALLEYA non-descript L.A. alley... commercial buildings on oneside, walled suburb on the other. Two men running allout.A recent President and a wild-eyed cop trailing smoke likea crashing jet fighter.Beyond the buildings behind them A FIREBALL EXPLODESSKYWARD. We hear sirens and shouting, which recede as thetwo pelt along the alley. It gets quieter. Just themachine-gun slap of the shoes on pavement, and the hardbreathing of the two men, each in overdrive, going all outin long blurring strides.REAGAN looks back. Sees the demon cop behind him,gaining.Utah has become an engine, a running machine... juggernautmode.AHEAD OF THEM a BLACK AND WHITE swings into the alley.Reagan hangs a hard left and blasts a wooden gate half offits hinges. Utah whips through the gate a second later.Diving into suburbia.INT./ EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - FOOTCHASE SEQUENCEIt becomes a blur. Pure kinetic energy. Two meteorsrocketing through a low-rent suburb. And God help anyonewho gets in the way.Reagan crosses a cluttered backyard.Broken field run through toys, swing set, stacks of god-knows-what.He runs through a Mr. Turtle Pool in an explosion ofspray.Crashes through a hedge.Through the narrow gap between houses.Utah powers into the tight space behind him.Blurring along between stucco walls.They emerge into the front yard.A WOMAN watering her lawn is so surprised she yelps andfalls down.Reagan and Utah both hurdle her.AHEAD, KIDS ON BIKES, racing along the sidewalk.Reagan dodges the first, Utah slams into the next two.He crashes, rolling, tangled up in bikes and squawkingteenagers.He comes out of a pile-up somehow still in high gear.Reagan flashes across the sunlit street.Dodges in front of a GARBAGE TRUCK which locks up thebrakes.It stops so fast, one of the guys falls off the back.The GUY is getting up as Utah whips around the back of thetruck.Knocks him sprawling.Utah doesn't stop. Doesn't look back.Like he doesn't see anything in the real world but thefigure running ahead of him. Like it's some kind ofhyperkinetic video game.Everything is a blur. Suburbia smeared into staccatoimpressions.The house across the street is blocked by fence on bothsides.A MAN is picking up his mail.Reagan pounds past him. Right through the front door ofthe house.Utah follows.Panting as he sprints down a dark hallway.A WOMAN with a basket of washing SCREAMS as Reagan blastspast her, knocking her flying.Utah leaps over her sprawled legs.Cats blur underfoot. Utah crunches down on a tail. A CATEXPLOSION. Screeching merges with the woman's shrillshouts as Utah slams the back screen door off its hinges.Across the back yard. Fence. Over it. Running on.REAGAN looks back.Sees Utah still behind him like in a bad dream.He enters the next house. Sliding glass door.Utah sees Reagan pull it closed. Locking it.Without breaking stride Johnny grabs a potted plant off apatio wall.Heaves it ahead of him.The glass BURST INTO A WALL OF DIAMONDS.Utah blasts through a microsecond later.Topples the kitchen table. Furniture and crockerycrashing everywhere.He sprints down a hallway after Reagan.A FIERCE WOMAN in a housecoat shouting at them as theypass, holding a vacuum cleaner like it's shot-gun. WOMAN Get the fuck out of this house! What the fuck do you think you're doing--Around a corner. A VICIOUS SNARLING SOUND.Utah sees something flying at him. Reflexively catchesit.Reagan has thrown a PIT-BULL.The Fierce Woman's fierce dog.UTAH'S POV -- the snarling little demon right in his face.He drop-kicks it like a goddamn field-goal right through adoorway and runs on.Another door. Another explosion of sunlight. Anotheryard.Sprinklers this time. Reagan and Utah running throughsunlit walls of rain. They crash through another hedge.Emerging drenched.The ground drops away. Slipping and sliding on iceplant,they skid down a steep slope. Reagan reaches bottom.A TEN FOOT RETAINING WALL, dropping off like a cliff topavement below.Reagan falls, landing on his feet.Panting now, feeling it, he stumbles up and runs on.Utah rips down through the iceplant like a humanlawnmower.Slides over the edge. Falls -- lands hard.TIGHT ON HIS KNEE and SLOW MOTION.Taking the impact.We HEAR something go.Utah crashes to the pavement, his face contorted withpain.He grabs his tortured knee with both hands. UTAH Not now. Not now!Reagan runs on. They are in an enclosed storage yard ofsome kind. Ten foot chainlink all around.Utah struggles to get up and run.He sprawls forward, biting back a howl of pain.We see the incredible will driving him on.He gets up and again, hobbling. Trying to run.Reagan reaches the fence.He is heaving for breath. Holding his side.Utah stumbles, gets up, clutching his knee.Hobbling forward. His eyes wild, the veins in his neckbulging.Reagan starts to climb. Utah collapses to his knees. Hecan't go on.Reagan reaches the top of the fence. He looks back.UTAH HAS THE BERETTA POINTED RIGHT AT HIM.Twenty feet away. The muzzle rock-steady. He can't miss.They both are frozen, panting. Locked into the moment. REAGAN You want me, there's only one way.PAPPAS reaches the top of the hill, 200 feet away, pantinglike he's about to collapse. He sees the tableau.ECU -- UTAH'S FINGER on the trigger. Tightening.RACK TO his eyes. Blinking, water running into them.God, he wants to.ECU -- REAGAN'S EYES, through the mask. Locked withUtah's.UTAH suddenly snaps his hand up and FIRES VERTICALLY.HE HOWLS WITH RAGE, FRUSTRATION AND PAIN.FIRES AGAIN. And AGAIN.Slumping back, his shoulders slam down onto the concrete.Straight-arming the Beretta he FIRES RAPIDLY...Bulleting the blue sky.HIGH ANGLE, looking straight down on the tableau.Reagan leaps off the fence and runs OUT OF FRAME, as Utahempties the magazine straight at us, the shots mergingwith his agonized howl, echoing as we-- CUT TO:INT. FBI BUILDING - BULLPEN - NIGHTUTAH sits next to the DISPATCHER waiting for news like asailor in a storm. His leg is popped up on a chair withjeans split to the thigh and an ace bandage wrapped aroundhis knee.His face is a nasty patchwork of scratches and bruises.He drains his coffee and gazes out at the empty bullpen.PAPPAS comes through the doors, wiping the remains ofdinner off his mouth. PAPPAS Nothing? UTAH Nothing.The Dispatcher talks into his headset, glances up atPappas, shakes his head. PAPPAS Go home, kid. Get the hell outta here. Get some sleep. You look like shit. They get anything even resembles your guy, I'm on your beeper. Here. You like feta?He smiles warmly, handing his younger partner a brownpaper sack. UTAH Feta. My favorite.Managing a weary smile. Lifts his body out of the chair,turns to go.Angelo ponders something. PAPPAS Johnny...Utah stops. Looks back at the man. PAPPAS All I wanna know is one thing, why didn't you just take the shot?Johnny's gaze turns inward. UTAH I don't know. CUT TO:INT. BATHROOM - UTAH'S APARTMENT - NIGHTUTAH sits on the bathroom floor as Tyler dabs Betadyneantiseptic over his wounds. Utah cringes. UTAH Ouch. TYLER Betadyne doesn't hurt. UTAH You're kneeling on my hand.She laughs, shifts her weight and keeps tending him. TYLER So what'd the other guy look like? UTAH Never saw him, was your basic hit and run. TYLER But you look like you been in a train wreck, how'd he just drive away?Utah acts like he wants to say something but his mouthwon't quite form the words. Tyler dabs his face, touchesa finger to his forehead. TYLER Johnny, what is it with you? You have that look again, it's like you're about to tell me something and then you don't... or you can't. What's going on?Johnny searches her eyes.She stares at him, becoming fragile suddenly. TYLER What? What do you want to tell me?Utah's brow unfurls. The thought has passed. He slowlycups his hand over hers. Gently pulling her close. UTAH I'm glad you pulled me out of the water that day...He presses his lips to the smooth curve of her forehead.A kiss to each downcast eye. Searching out her mouth withhis own as his hands glide down the small of her back.Their reflection in the mirror as Utah slowly lowers Tylerto the bathroom floor. She clings tightly in a breathlesskiss.EXT. CLIFF - NIGHTA Buddha in the moonlight, BODHI sits crosslegged upon thecliff, staring at the ocean.CAMERA CIRCLES AROUND HIM, focusing in upon his eyes. DISSOLVE TO:INT. BEDROOM - NIGHTUTAH asleep, flopped in a spread-eagled X.WE HEAR the bedroom door opening, see a slash of lightfall across the bed.Johnny doesn't stir.A shadow appears on the wall, moving toward him.An outstretched arm holding a gun.Utah snores softly, sleeping like a baby.CAMERA TRACKS IN on his peaceful face.A single eyelid flutters. Total silence, until...KABOOOOMMM! The Pillow beside him EXPLODES into ablizzard of goosedown. Johnny rears up, eyes wide, mouthagape.TYLER stands above him, recovering from the kick of thesmoking 9mm Beretta in her hand. TYLER A lawyer!? You lied to me!She throws his FBI gold star at his face. TYLER Look, Tyler, I can--BOOM! Tyler SQUEEZES off another round.Cascading goosefeathers falling like snow.Utah flinches sideways. TYLER Jesus Christ, Johnny -- you've been using me! Your jacket's on the floor in the bathroom -- this goddamn thing's half out of the pocket... Oh God, it's all part of some case, isn't it? UTAH Tyler, put the gun down. TYLER You tell me the fucking truth Johnny... did your parents really die in a car crash? DID THEY?!She waves the Beretta in his face. UTAH No. They live in Columbus Ohio.Tyler lowers the pistol slowly, the strength leaving her.Her face begins to flood with tears. UTAH I work bank robbery. Guys I'm after are surfers. I needed you, at first, but not-- TYLER Fuck you, Johnny Utah. Fuck you!! Don't you have a soul? Goddamn you to hell!She goes limp as the sobs rack her body. The gun flopsfrom her grip.Utah sweeps it under the bed with his foot.He moves to gently comfort her.She bolts at his touch, running from the bedroom.Utah is up and hopping into his pants to follow her. Hestumbles. UTAH Tyler! Wait!!From the living room we hear a rattling of keys, the frontdoor opens and slams shut. He hobbles to the door,favoring his knee. Opens it. We hear the Porschescreeching away.Utah sags, the breath coming out of him long and slow. CUT TO:UTAH on the bed staring up at the ceiling. Phone cradled,listening to-- TYLER (V.O.) Hi, it's me. Leave a message.BEEP! He rests the telephone on his chest, letting thetape roll a moment before he speaks. UTAH Tyler I... look, I fucked up, okay. I know I fucked up. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't -- I was afraid you'd leave... good guess, huh? (grimacing) Fuck, why can't I ever say what I really mean? I lied to you. I'm an asshole... but I need you, Tyler. I want you to know that I've never known anyone like you before in my life... and I... I hope you change your mind...He cradles the receiver, looks out the window. Black ofnight. Dead still. DISSOLVE TO:UTAH asleep, telephone still perched on his bare chest.BUZZZZZZ! The rasp of the doorbell.Johnny is airborne, phone flying across the floor.Hunting for his pants, realizes they are already on, limpsin fast motion to the door. UTAH Tyler! Wait, I--Whips it open.BODHI standing in the doorway, smiling like an excitedchild. BODHI Howdy brah.NATHANIEL, ROACH, and GROMMET are there behind him.They look like sentry dogs. Johnny freezes.Bodhi walks past Utah, into the room. BODHI C'mon, get your gear on, we're rollin'.Cheerful, hardly able to contain his exuberance.He moves through the room, grabbing Johnny's shirt from achair, a pair of sneakers on the floor.Utah sees his FBI shield sitting on the dresser in plainsight.He palms it when Bodhi is turned away, and slips it intohis hip pocket to conceal it. UTAH What going on, Bodhi?Bodhi plucks a couple socks off the couch, hands them toUtah. BODHI Here. (spying Johnny's cut face) Hey, what happened? Ya cut yourself shaving?Johnny meets Bodhi's cold stare. UTAH I don't think I wanna surf right now.Bodhi's face takes on a crazy glow. BODHI Naw, this is different, Johnny. This is something totally different... you're gonna love this.He winds an arm around Johnny's shoulders, guides himtoward the door. BODHI C'mon, let's go, let's go. Time's wastin', brah.Bodhi claps Utah on the back, ushering him outside.Nathaniel, Roach and Grommet fall into step beside them.The door closes behind them.CAMERA DRIFTS back through the apartment, coming to reston the 9mm Beretta, on the floor under the bed... useless. CUT TO:EXT. BODHI'S PICKUP - PREDAWNThe pickup is a funnel of dust along the desert road.Black mountains against a silver sky.INT. BODHI'S PICKUPThe tapedeck blasts. BODHI and UTAH sit inside the cab.Through the rear window, we see NATHANIEL, ROACH andGROMMET in the flatbed.Bodhi swivels his eyes to Johnny, lowers the volume. BODHI Life's sure got a sick sense of humor, don't you think so Johnny?Face splitting into a shit-eating grin. UTAH How you figure? BODHI (slight laugh) News, last night... those guys, the Ex-Presidents... they robbed my bank yesterday. And I was just there the day before, cashing a check. See... look. Assured Trust... same place.He takes a beat up checkbook off the dash and flips it toJohnny.Utah opens the cover and looks.Sure enough. Assured Trust Savings and Loan. BODHI I was picking up some bucks cause we're leaving town. Bizarre, huh? If I'd waited a day I'd been right in the middle of it. Kinda sorry I missed it. I'd liked to've seen them.A long pregnant pause. Utah breathes deeply, remainingcalm, his voice carrying a chilling bravado. UTAH Takes guts to rob a bank. All that adrenalin pumping, waving loaded guns, taking out the guards, getting everybody on the floor, never knowin' who's gonna burst in... (looks right at Bodhi) ... wondering what it's like to take a bullet. Must be some ride.Utah's smile is a personal challenge. Bodhi sitsperversely intrigued. The mental warfare escalates. BODHI Banks are insured, brah. Long as nobody gets shot, it's really a victimless crime. Just gotta scare 'em a little, would be my guess. (ponders something) Now if I was gonna rob a bank, with all those guys wearin' body armor these days, know what I'd carry?Bodhi reaches his hand underneath the seat.He pulls out a huge holstered handgun, rests it in hislap, draws and holds the gun up against his cheek. BODHI .454 Casull. Most powerful handgun on the planet. Muzzle velocity of 2000 feet per second. Twice the kinetic energy of a .44 Magnum.Bodhi stares at Utah, then flashes his signature smile.Utah says coldly. UTAH One shot stopping. BODHI (laughs) 'One shot stopping'... good, very good. I like you, Johnny. I like you because you'll sacrifice anything to win. I respect that. It elevates you a little above the drones who have learned compromise. Here, hold it. Check out the weight.He twirls the gun, grabs the barrel and extends the handleto Utah.Johnny takes it slowly. Now it's aimed at Bodhi. BODHI (cheerfully) Whoa. Careful. You got the muzzle pointing right at me, brah.He casually pushes the barrel away, looking back at thehighway.Johnny swings a stiff arm out his window and pumps a ROUNDinto open desert. KABOOOM!! The recoil blows Johnny'sarm back over the top of the truck. Practically breakshis wrist.Thunder rolls across the dark hills.From the back of the pickup Nathaniel howls.Grommet and Roach high five.Johnny turns to Bodhi, breaking slowly into a feral grin. UTAH Nice.He hands the smoking weapon back to him.As if to say "two can play this game".Bodhi stands challenged.Each snared in the other's power...Bodhi takes the weapon back, casually. Slips it under theseat. BODHI It's a special day, Johnny U. A very special day...Utah's gaze travels beyond the windshield.Where tentacles of brand new morning light vein the sky. CUT TO:EXT. DESERT AIRSTRIPTIGHT ON A turbo-prop engine ROARING.WIDER reveals a big Cessna twin. The PILOT, a weasellyguy we haven't seen before, fires up the second engine.The plane shudders eagerly in the metallic predawn light.A desert airstrip near Palmdale. A couple of aluminum-siding hangers and no tower. A few other planes aroundbut no activity besides Bodhi's rock-steady crew.UTAH watches Grommet whip back a tarp in the bed ofBodhi's truck and starts tossing out PARACHUTE PACKS.Roach tosses one to Bodhi, who chucks it to Utah. BODHI Ever done this before? UTAH Once. BODHI Pure adrenalin, right?! The ultimate rush. Other guys snort for it, jab a vein for it -- all you gotta do is jump. UTAH Sure, it's a blast, but listen, I sorta screwed up my knee yesterday-- BODHI Yeah, I noticed you limping. (grins) But don't worry about it, brah. Don't worry at all. We're not gonna land on land!Bodhi grabs his sleeve, ushering him into the plane. UTAH Oh, well, that's fine then. I feel so much better. CUT TO:INT. CESSNAUtah sits, wearing a day-glo jump suit, hugging the chutein his lap. Next to him is the gaping door. Beyond... aspectacular down sunburst at 10,000 feet. ROAR of windand engines.Utah watches Bodhi, Nathaniel, Grommet and Roach wrigglinginto their colorful freefall suits. Nathaniel pulls on apair of purple shorts over his suit. Looks real dorky.Grommet has on duck feet. Bodhi, apparently, is going tojump barefoot.Nobody has their chutes on yet.Johnny hefts his, as if weighing it, somehow judging thecontents. His brain is racing. Bodhi shouts over theroar. BODHI It's a little ceremony we always have at the end of summer. One last speedstar. UTAH So, who... uh, who packed my chute? BODHI I did. What's the matter? Don't trust me? UTAH You gotta earn trust. BODHI Then we'll earn it together. Here, take mine.Bodhi swaps chutes with Johnny.Utah looks at the new chute uncertainly.Is this a game? Poker moves?Did Bodhi anticipate this step? ROACH Hey... you don't want Bodhi's, man. His pack-jobs suck... they only open half the time. Take Grommet's, man.Roach's grin is evil as he grabs Grommet's chute out ofhis hands and switches it with Johnny's. Keeps that oneand gives his to Grommet. GROMMET Whoa, unfair, dude!Grommet grabs his chute back and hands Johnny the one hehad, which was Roach's. I think.Johnny looks at the pack in his hands. Then at thegrinning faces.Russian surfer freefall roulette. Shit.Bodhi studying him. Some kind of test.Fuck it. Utah starts putting the damn thing on. UTAH We gonna jump or jerk off? BODHI My man!EXT. 10,000 FEET - DAWNMulti-colored figures explode from the plane. Leapinginto freefall. Tumbling end over end.WEARING HEADSETS, they hurtle downward. BODHI (RADIO) Utah, you copy bruddah? UTAH (RADIO) Whoooaaah! Shhiiittt! Whoooaaah! BODHI I'll take that as a yes.One by one they stabilize. Falling face down, knees bent,they angle their hands and feet minutely to movelaterally. Utah flails, the last to trim out. But he'sholding his own.Grommet, working his duckfeet, pitches himself into a wildspin, rotating like a dervish in a head down dive. Heflares out and "flies" back to the others.Rocketing through the void at 120 mph they seem toparadoxically hang above the world, almost unmoving... ona separate plane of existence.A hurricane of wind. Wild HOOTING.Despite his terror, Johnny has to grin at Nathaniel,falling butt first like he's sitting on a big inner tubein the pool. ROACH Whip it out dudes! Cheap sex with the cosmos! BODHI Ten thousand feet. Let's do it.The group stabilizes, moving together.First Bodhi and Roach link arms, trimming constantly.Concentrating. Nathaniel flips over onto his stomach andmaneuvers toward them. He grabs Roach's arm.Grommet works his way next to Nathaniel. Locks in.They need Utah to complete the ring.Four faces beckoning to him, distorted by the hurricanewind. BODHI Come on Johnny. Get in here!Johnny moves his hands like flippers and glides clumsilytoward them. Bodhi and Grommet grab him. He's in.A perfect five-man star. BODHI Relax, brah. I got you, I got you. GROMMET Righteous-ass speedstar, dudes! BODHI You diggin' this? UTAH Great! GREAT!Johnny is exhilarated more than he could have thought.Screaming down through the dawn sky at 130.Locked into the ring. Part of something.Connected to these guys far above the planet.Less far every second... Bodhi's chest altimeter reads6,000 feet. BODHI Purty-thirty and we're meat waffles, folks. See ya downtown!He releases Roach's arm and the star disintegrates,drifting apart.Bodhi stays with Utah, falling parallel to the horizon,facing each other, holding hands. 4000 feet. Airspeed140.Grommet pulls his ripcord. He seems to be jerked upwardby a great force. Suddenly he is far above, a brightlycolored disc of fabric.Utah is suddenly aware of the earth rushing up at him.Nathaniel pulls, then Roach. They shoot upward,disappearing.Bodhi and Utah fall on, alone. BODHI You gonna pull? UTAH After you, Alfonse. I insist!Bodhi looks at Utah. A slow grin. The meter on his chestharness reads 2000 ft. 150 mph. 12 seconds to Valhalla. BODHI Don't screw around man, pull it! UTAH You do it... you first! BODHI One thousand feet. Pull the goddamn cord! UTAH You first! BODHI Okay!Bodhi reaches out suddenly and pulls Utah's ripcordhandle.He waves goodbye as Johnny's canopy deploys. Utah isjerked upward. He feels his weight hanging brutally inthe harness.Johnny looks down.Impossibly close to the ground. Bodhi's canopy BURSTSOUT, an explosion of color. Below him is the shimmeringmirror of a LARGE RESERVOIR. Two seconds later the brightyellow canopy meets its reflection and goes slack. Anexplosion of white water marks Bodhi's impact.LOW ANGLE AT WATER LEVEL as Utah hits.IN SLOW MOTION a glorious wall of backlit spray shoutsskyward.Molten glass falling back in the bright desert dawn.Utah surfaces, sputtering, and shucks out of the harness.He floats like a jellyfish, gasping for breath. UTAH Jesus Christ. I gotta be losin' it. CUT TO:EXT. AIRFIELD - DAYBodhi walks toward us, dripping wet and grinning.He wraps his arm around Utah's shoulders as the otherswalk up.They're all soaked and stoked. BODHI Ya see... I told you Johnny U was gonna be just fine!Roach and the others clap him on the back. A moment ofacceptance into the tribe. Utah isn't sure what it meansyet. BODHI C'mere. There's something you need to see.Bodhi leads him toward a PLAIN UTILITY VAN parked nearby.It was there earlier but Utah had no reason to notice it.Bodhi opens the rear doors and motions Johnny inside.Utah, puzzled and suddenly alert, steps in. Bodhifollows.INT. VAN - DAYThe interior is empty except for several canvas duffelbags and a small portable VCR. It is one of the new salespresentation models, with deck and monitor together in onetiny unit. UTAH What's this? BODHI Insurance policy. Now this is going to sting a bit, but it's for your own growth, brah. Press play.Utah hits the button and an image comes up on the tinyscreen.TIGHT ON SCREEN. A night shot. Rosie the biker has Tylerin a powerful grip. Her hands are cuffed behind her, andher mouth is taped. He has his switchblade up to herthroat. Her eyes are wild, but with rage, not fear.She's trying to struggle out of his grip, kicking at himviciously.He controls her efficiently.Bodhi stops the tape. BODHI She's a wild one, isn't she... Special Agent Utah?Utah lunges, pinning Bodhi to the wall of the van... anelbow across his throat. UTAH You're a fucking dead man-- BODHI (gasping for breath) Whoa, whoa!! Think it through! I'm the only one knows where they are. Just let me talk for a second.Johnny pulls back. Barely in control. UTAH Talk. BODHI She'll be fine, Rosie won't do anything. At least not as long as I meet him at a certain place and time, about... let's see... (he looks at his dive Rolex) ... six hours from now.Utah's voice sounds kind of strangled. UTAH You call him... right now... and tell him to let her go. BODHI Sorry, can't do it, brah. He's on the road. And where they're going there's no phones. Damn, I hate this Johnny, I really do. I hate violence. See, that's why I need Rosie. I could never make this thing work, myself. No way I could hold a knife to Tyler's throat, man! She was my woman, once. We shared time in this world. But Rosie, he's kind of a... mechanism. Once you set him in motion, he won't stop. That's his gift, a kind of... blankness. Noon comes, straight up, he'll gut her like a pig and try not to get any on his shoes. Nothing I can do, unless I get there.Utah blanches as he takes this in. Knows Bodhi wellenough 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 - DAYA STYLIZED LONG LENS SHOT stacks the cars into a dreamlikemirage. The van weaves slowly among them with predatorystealth. BODHI (V.O.) Okay. All I'm askin' for is ninety seconds of your life, Johnny. That's all.INT. VANEXTREME CLOSEUP ON the velcro straps of Second Chancearmor. Tanned fingers cinch it tight. A SHELL slidesinto 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 andRoach.Nathaniel and Grommet sit up front.The duffels contents are strewn around. Masks. Weapons.They're all pulling on suit pants and jackets. Tyingties. 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 withvicious, 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 12GAUGE.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 Fuckin' 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 thepromise of what is beyond. Bodhi enters FRAME. Looksstraight at us. BODHI Rock and roll!BOOM -- THE DOORS bang open, REVEALING--EXT. STREET - BANK - DAYSTILL IN POV (HANDHELD) we hurl ourselves from the darkvan into blasting daylight. Bodhi is ahead of us in thesprint for the bank doors. Dizzying forward momentum aswe hammer through the doors into--INT. BANKTHE HANDHELD POV CONTINUES as we follow Bodhi, a wolfplunging among the sheep. A FAT GUARD inside the doors.He turns to us just as Bodhi butt-strokes him hard in thegut.Someone screams. BODHI Everybody freeze!! Don't move!!AHEAD of us GROMMET/LBJ covers the SECOND GUARD with his12 gauge. GROMMET Don't fucking do it, man!The guy has his hand on the grip of his pistol but it'slike the thing suddenly weighs eight tons, he can't seemto lift it from the holster. ROACH/NIXON slips up next tohim 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. Buthe's right in the middle of it, like in some kind ofnightmare.WE'RE STILL IN POV, the image WHIPPING wildly from side toside as Utah scans the room. We whirl dervish among thestatuary of the customers and bank employees. Our gazedrifts across THE FLOOR MANAGER, a short guy in a brownsuit 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 secondwe see Johnny see the customer see his uncertainty. Fearhas them both hyper-aware.Johnny gestures fiercely with the shotgun. UTAH On the floor, asshole! What's your problem?! I blow your fucking 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 theCasull. He speaks without turning his head. 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 quitefucked. 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-provenplan.Roach isn't going for the drawers... he's sprinting forthe 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 takesthe keys from his pocket. Holds them out to the terrifiedwoman. 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 catcheshis eye.The guard, face jammed against the linoleum, blanches ashe sees the customer lift a corner of his shirt to revealTHE BUTT OF A PISTOL. The customer mouths the words "I'ma cop".The guard is hyperventilating.AT THE FRONT DOORS A WOMAN comes in out of the brightsunlight.JFK pulls her in fast and throws her to the floor. Thengoes 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 aredumped into canvas sacks.ON THE MAIN FLOOR the OFF DUTY COP slips his hands slowlyaround the butt of his pistol, concealing the move withhis body.He signals with his eyes to the fat guard, glancing at theguard's ankle.TIGHT ON THE GUARD'S ANKLE where we can see a sliver ofBACK-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 spreadsacross the tiles next to his quivering hips. He'sactually pissing himself, he's so scared.TIGHT ON the off-duty cop. Watching like a ferret. Hecocks 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 ankleholster.REAGAN spins.The cop FIRES. BLAM!Reagan is catapulted backward off the counter by theimpact.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'sholding out his gold star. UTAH Federal agent! Undercover!The cop FIRES TWICE. Two in the chest. Utah is hurledback. 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 downbehind a check-writing island.ROACH/NIXON LEAPS THE COUNTER and lands behind the guard.The guard's shoulder explodes as Roach's 12 gaugedetonates. He pitches onto his face, screaming andholding the wreckage of his upper arm.Grommet/LBJ is coming over the counter behind Roach as theoff-duty cop spins and fires. BLAM! BLAM! Roach takesit in the chest. Staggers back, firing into the floor.Trips and drops his shotgun.Grommet clutches his throat as blood streams over hisfingers.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 COCKS THE CASULL in dream-time and--KABOOOOM!!! The world's most powerful handgun proves itsclaim 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 thefloor leaving a two-foot wide red smear.Echoes slap the walls. Then all is still. Plaintivewhimpering and moaning. The air is blue with smoke.Johnny is trying to catch his breath. He rips his shirtopen to see two deep indentations in the Second Chancevest. Flattened .38 slugs caught in the Kevlar mesh. Butno 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 carnagehe has wrought, the bloody wreckage of his ego game.His expression changes to something new -- truly crazednow. We feel that the madness which has been held incheck so long has been let off its leash. BODHI Don't anybody fucking move!Roach, clutching his side, moves to Grommet, who is on hisknees.Beneath LBJ's stony countenance a river of blood flowsdown Grommet's chest. Roach pulls off the mask.Revealing a terrified kid.Grommet pulls his blood-drenched hand away from histhroat, 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'twork.A paste-white frightened kid. Eighteen years old.Suddenly realizing that this is not some video game. Thatdeath 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 offthe 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 goingdark as we see Bodhi's face distantly, his mouth movingslowly... BODHI Goodbye, Johnny.The floor rushes up and smashes us in the face.A view of shoes, running away from us, leaving bloodyfootprints. Then total darkness. CUT TO:INT./ EXT. FIRST SECURITY BANK - LATERTen minutes later the bank "crime scene" is in full swing.UNIFORM COPS are everywhere, trying to get statements fromsobbing witnesses. HARP, MUNOZ, COLE AND PAPPAS representthe FBI contingent. Cole has one arm strapped to his bodyin a fairly elaborate sling, and he moves slowly.Harp is barking orders to everyone in sight. Outside(visible beyond the doors) it's total pandemonium, withcops and ambulances, and of course a huge crowd ofrubberneckers. A MINICAM CREW shows up. Harp startsshouting at them.COLE, with evident pleasure, cinches down a pair ofhandcuff's on Utah's wrists with his good hand. Johnnyhas a deep cut on his forehead, and the blood is tricklinginto his eyes, but he seems not to notice. Not to hearMUNOZ speaking monotonously-- MUNOZ -- if you so desire, an attorney will be provided for you free of cost. Do you understand these rights I have explained to you? Utah?Pappas charges through the crowd, pushing Munoz aside. PAPPAS He knows his goddamn rights! (looks at Utah) Jesus, kid. I knew you were getting too close to these guys. (turns to the other agents) Gimme the goddamn key to these things, Cole. Christ!He gestures to the cuffs still cutting into Johnny'swrists.Cole hands him the key.Harp storms toward them. HARP Don't take those off. Just leave them on! Your partner's an accessory to murder. You realize that?Harp spins Johnny by the shoulder to look at--Paramedics carrying the covered body of the off-duty cop.Beyond, still on the floor, is Grommet, his eyes staringin death.He was right about not making thirty. HARP Three men dead. One of them a cop. How's that sit in your gut, Utah? UTAH (cold and scary) Take your hand off my shoulder right now.Harp pulls back instinctively. Utah's eyes burn into him.Looks like Johnny's not in the FBI anymore. PAPPAS Look, Harp. Don't turn him over to the uniforms like some punk. Let me ride him in. HARP Yeah, sure. Why not? You two screw-ups deserve each other. That's why I put you together in the first place. Christ Pappas, you're as bad as he is... talk about the blind leading the blind--Pappas steps close to the Supervising Agent. PAPPAS Harp, let me tell you something. I was an agent in this bureau when your mommy was still wiping your shinny pink ass, and you know one thing I learned in all those years that you still haven't? HARP What that?Angelo steps in with a roundhouse that has all of his 280pounds behind it.Harp's head snaps back, and he flops in a heap. PAPPAS Respect your elders. (he takes Utah by the arm) Let's go kid.Harp struggles to sit up, rubbing his jaw, as Pappasstuffs Utah into his car. Harp is so shocked he doesn'tsay a word. CUT TO:INT. PAPPAS' CARThey drive for a couple of blocks in silence, side byside.Utah in disgrace. Contrite. Stony. Finally... UTAH I know where they're going. PAPPAS Figured you did.Angelo flips Johnny the key.Johnny lets himself out of the cuffs. He sits rubbing hiswrists. UTAH Only problem is... we can't arrest them or shoot them.ON PAPPAS' "what the fuck?!" expression we-- CUT TO:EXT. SANTA MONICA AIRPORTLONG LENS SHOT through a forest of small planes as Pappas'sedan glides INTO FRAME. It moves sharklike among throughthe Cessna forest. Slows to a stop.Through the jungle of wings and fuselages we see Pappasget out of the car and start working his way among theaircraft.Utah slides behind the wheel and drives on.TIGHT ON TURBOPROP ENGINE roaring as it warms up.The same aircraft as before.Bodhi and Nathaniel are loading duffel bags into the openback door as the pilot completes his pre-flight checks.The Ex-President's suits have been removed, along with thebody armor, and no guns are in sight. Just a couple ofguys getting ready for a charter flight. Bodhi looks upand stops his work as...THE FBI SEDAN stops about 50 feet away.Nathaniel pulls a shotgun out of one of the duffels.Utah gets out. He holds his hands out from his body andturns completely around. Without his jacket on, it isevident that he is not carrying a gun.He walks forward. UTAH I'm not armed. BODHI But you're not alone. UTAH Good guess. There's a gun on you right now.Bodhi feigns casual interest. Looks around. He can'tsee...PAPPAS nearby. Moving cat-like behind a row of servicevehicles. He gets his snubnose .38 propped on the bumperof one, with a clear shot at Bodhi and Nathaniel. UTAH Where's Roach? BODHI Around somewhere. Listen, I'm in kind of a hurry, Johnny U. What can I do for you? UTAH You gotta tell me where she is. BODHI And let my policy expire? Sorry. UTAH Look, Bodhi man. People are dead. The ride is over. BODHI I say when it's over! UTAH The guy you killed was an off duty cop! If you get out of here they'll nail you wherever you land. They have a new thing called radar. Maybe you've heard of it.Though he can't hear what's going on. THE PILOT hasclocked the tension between the two men. And the shotgunin Nathaniel's hands. He blanches, and starts to shutdown the plane's power.By his reaction we see that he's obviously not in on it.ROACH comes out of the hangar building nearby. NeitherUtah nor Pappas see him. But he sees Pappas drawn down onBodhi. He drops quickly to one knee and opens the duffelhe was carrying.TIGHT ON DUFFEL BAG, as it opens. The pistol grip of a 12gauge riot-gun sticks out of lots and lots of money.Roach's hand slides the gun out slowly.UTAH IS VERY CLOSE to Bodhi. UTAH I know you man, when they fall on you, you won't back down. They'll have to burn your ass to the ground. And I can't stop them... I'm the last person they're ready to listen to right now. Thanks to you. UTAH Shit may or may not happen. UTAH Look, you got a death wish, you want to ride to glory... fine! But don't take her with you, man. I'm begging you... tell me where she is. Then I walk away. We've earned that much trust, haven't we?The pilot opens the door and is climbing out whenNathaniel wheels on him. The pilot goes cross-eyedstaring down the muzzle of the 12 gauge, inches from hisface. BODHI (to the pilot) Back in the hotseat, campadre. NOW!BEHIND THE TRUCKS, Pappas senses something.His head snaps around.Roach is behind him with the 12 gauge. He FIRES.Pappas hurls his weight sideways, as the buckshot punchesinto the truck fender. Some of it catches Pappas in thehip. He hits the ground hard and whips up the .38 BAM!BAM! BAM!Roach flips onto his back.The shotgun blows a hole in the sky as he hits the deck.Pappas is on the ground, totally exposed, 20 feet from theothers.NATHANIEL fires once, wild. Terrified. His shot blows adivot out of the asphalt next to Pappas.He pumps the slide, chambering another round.Then Pappas' fourth and fifth rounds drill into him.He slams back against the Cessna's fuselage.Slides down. Two red smears on the white aircraft.Bodhi lunges for the fallen 12 gauge.Pappas takes aim. One round left.Utah sprints between them. UTAH Angelo! Don't fire! PAPPAS Kid, get outta the way!! UTAH NOOO!!Utah is blocking Bodhi with his body.Bodhi's fingers are poised, frozen, a few inches from theshotgun.Standoff. PAPPAS GODDAMMIT!!He snaps the pistol up, aimed at the sky.Pappas stands panting. Enraged and frustrated. Painsearing his leg. Everything is tense and electrified.BOOM!! Pappas' chest EXPLODES with a spray of blood!BEHIND HIM, ROACH is lying on one elbow in a pool ofscarlet.He cocks another round into the chamber and fires again.BOOM!Angelo drops to his knees, holding his ruined body likehe's hugging himself. Johnny lunges toward him, his facedistorted with shock. UTAH NNNOOOOOO!!!Angelo's eyes meet his for a moment.In his dilated pupils is the great question.Then he slumps forward and lies very still.The breath leaves his body and doesn't go back in.Johnny moves toward his friend in a daze. Drops to oneknee beside him.Roach aims the shotgun at him, coughing blood.Utah doesn't notice. Or is beyond caring.Bodhi holds his hand up in a gesture like a benediction.Roach's finger relaxes on the trigger.Utah puts his hand on Angelo's white crewcut hair.He hears the scraping of steel on asphalt behind him asBodhi picks up the other twelve gauge.Roach is working himself to his knees. His breath issucking through a bloody hole in his chest as well as thecustomary breathing orifices. Bodhi crosses to him andhelps him up. He covers Utah with the shot gun as hehalf-carries Roach to the plane. The pilot is white withshock. He'd run if he could remember how. PILOT I ain't flyin' you guys to San Phillipe man, forget it. Not now-- BODHI Thanks for telling the nice FBI agent where we're going.Roach works his way up into the plane. He waves theshotgun at the pilot, his face a vicious, blood-fleckedmask. ROACH Get in the fucking plane.Bodhi stands behind Johnny, the shotgun aimed at his head.Their expressions are lethally cold.We see that Utah hates this man who was his friend, histeacher, more now than he dreamed it was possible to hate. BODHI We're gonna ride this out, all the way, Johnny. You and me. Let's go.Johnny nods slowly, as if accepting that this was allsomehow pre-ordained, and that they both knew the gamewould take them this far and beyond. He stands and walksto the plane. CUT TO:EXT. MEXICO - DAYTHE SCREEN EXPLODES WITH A BLUR OF MOTION.POV of the ground racing below us at 180 mph.REVERSE, preceding the plane as it rockets through barrencanyons.As close to the earth as the terrified pilot will take it.Under the radar.INT. PLANEThe aircraft bucks like a bull as the pilot jinks andbanks wildly.Bodhi has the Casull aimed at the base of his skull fromthe jump seat just behind him.Roach holds the shotgun on Utah, seated across from him inthe rear seats.Roach is a pale, sweaty mask. He is propped against abulkhead, seemingly collapsed in on himself like adiscarded coat.His entire shirtfront and lap are slick with blood.But his gaze is steady, and the shotgun is aimed intoUtah's guts.No one talks or moves on this grim hell-ride.EXT. ARROYONear noon. The sun blisters a landscape out of time.The white Cessna rockets above the saguaros, its shadowpumping up and down over the broken terrain like somemanic alter ego below it. It WOOSHES over us, raisingdust devils.INT. PLANEThe pilot yells over his shoulder to Bodhi... PILOT Look, we been in Mexico the last half hour... can I quit mowing the lawn here or what? I'm getting more brush in the wheels than I usually like, you know what I'm saying?! BODHI Yeah, get some height. Take her up to eight thousand on this heading.The pilot pulls back on the yoke and the plane climbs.Bodhi moves back next to Roach, who's fading. ROACH We're gonna pop up on their screens. BODHI Doesn't matter now. We're almost there, man. Here, let me help you get your gear on.Bodhi drags a parachute pack up onto the seat next toRoach and starts helping him into the harness. Roachkeeps the shot gun pointed at Johnny. ROACH I'm cold. BODHI You're gonna be fine. Just fine. Johnny, toss me that money bag will you. Easy does it.Utah hefts the duffel. Weighs its contents, and theirprice. UTAH You're cold because all the blood is running out of your body, Roach. You're going to be dead soon. (he tosses the bag) I hope it was worth it.Roach clutches the canvas sack to his chest like a Teddybear. Glares at Utah. He hooks the strap of the duffelover one shoulder. BODHI Hey, Johnny's just trying to psych you man, forget it. Just keep thinking about all those senoritas nursin' you back to health. Come on, amigo, let's get you set for the jump.Bodhi props Roach next to the open door and takes awalkie-talkie from the seat, keying it. BODHI Rosie, Rosie, this is Air Force One, do you copy, over?A burst of static is followed by a surprisingly clearvoice. ROSIE (V.O.) Copy you, Air Force One. We have a visual on you. Lookin' fine. UTAH Tell him to release Tyler. BODHI Why should I? UTAH What if your chute fails, Bodhi? Rescind the order. Let her off the hook, she's served her purpose. Do it, man, you owe me that much. Let me hear it before you check out.Bodhi meets his eyes and considers for a couple ofseconds, then keys the walkie. BODHI Rosie, listen carefully. Surgery is canceled, is that clear? Repeat it back to me. ROSIE (V.O.) Copy you. Surgery is canceled. I'm lettin' the bitch go.Bodhi looks out the doorway. Gauging distance, airspeed,the geography below. He looks at Utah, aiming the Casullat him.Johnny stares back at him like a pit viper. BODHI I know it's hard for you Johnny. You want me so bad it's like acid in your mouth. But not his time. (he braces Roach at the door) Let's go.Bodhi signals the pilot and Utah feels the plane drop asthe engines are cut back to an idle. Bodhi slaps Roach onthe shoulder and Roach slumps backward out of the plane.Bodhi braces to jump, looking at Johnny for a last split-second. BODHI You lose, campadre.He chucks the Casull onto the seat beside the door andbails.Bodhi tumbles out into space. It's over.Utah's knuckles are white, gripping the seat. There's adynamo, spinning out of control in his head. He leaps upin an explosion of rage and drives his fists into abulkhead. Looks around like a rabid animal. TWO SECONDS.THREE SECONDS. Then... UTAH FUCK IT!!!Utah grabs the Casull off the seat and dives out of theplane.EXT. PLANEUTAH, WITHOUT A PARACHUTE, but carrying a very large gun,rockets downward. He presses his arms to his sides andfalls head-down, building speed.Three hundred feet below him is Bodhi, freefalling in aspread-eagle position. Utah moves his feet and hands,angling toward him.Bodhi doesn't see him. Falling flat, he tops out atterminal velocity for that position. 130 mph.Utah slashes downward at 160 mph. The gap between themcloses.Utah is almost blinded by the windstream. His eyes burn.His lips are peeled back by the blasting air.Bodhi is eighty feet below him... 4000 feet to terrafirma.Utah focuses all his incredible will and concentration.He's only going to have one shot at this.Bodhi is right below him.Utah is closing like a SAM missile.He trims a little, and...WHAM! Slams into Bodhi in a mid-air tackle.Bodhi's eyes are wide with amazement as they tumbletogether.Utah has made the grab and locked his arms around Bodhi inan iron grip.He pulls the Casull's muzzle up to Bodhi's head andscreams in his face. UTAH Pull the parachute!!Bodhi looks at the gun. Looks at Utah. Grins wildly. BODHI Pretty radical, Johnny. Even for you. Why don't you pull it? UTAH No games, Bodhi. Pull the cord! Now!! BODHI Naw, you pull it!Utah looks down. The earth is rushing at them. 2500feet. BODHI Go on, Johnny. Pull it. But you gotta drop the gun, first! Right?! You use your other hand what you gonna hold on with? UTAH Pull it right now or I'll blow your fucking head off and pull it myself! BODHI Well that's the only way it's gonna happen, man. Do it! Come on, you want to do it. You're gonna die, Johnny. Five more seconds. Four...1000 feet. The ground is close enough to see details.Cactus, sagebrush. They rocket past the bright yellowcanopy of Roach's chute a hundred feet away. UTAH You fucking crazy!? Pull it!!They're right in each other's faces. Taking it way beyondthe edge.Bodhi's eyes are wild. A gleeful, adrenalized madness...his pupils are the entrance to Hell. BODHI Three seconds... two... one... UTAH SHIT!!Utah flings the Casull away and pulls the rip-cord so hardhe almost loses his grip anyway. POOM! The canopy cracksout.Full and round and bright red.The ground roars at us.WHAP! Utah and Bodhi hit. Hard.They slide and tumble down the slope of an arroyo in acloud of dust.Rocks and debris clatter into silence.NEARBY Roach hits the ground limp as a rag doll.He moves listlessly as his chute lines tug at him but hiseyes stare without blinking right at the sun. Next to himthe money satchel's contents are spilled right into thesand. Roach's lifeless hands lie limp among the billsthat caper in the desert wind.UTAH AND BODHI are both completely still as the dustclears. Finally they groan and stir. Necks move, handsmove, legs move. Bodhi rolls to his knees. He is cut andscraped, the blood running bright down his dust-coveredskin.Utah looks around, blinking.Surreal that he should be plopped down here in the red-hotMexican desert.Bodhi staggers to his feet and grins at him. BODHI Wild ride, huh? UTAH (gasping) Jesus Christ, Bodhi!Utah tries to rise and -- grabs his knee in agony. We seeby his mask of pain that it's totaled inside. BODHI That pesky knee, huh? Too bad.He looks up at the sound of an engine.BODHI'S POV of his big four-by roaring toward us with ameteor tail of dust. It slides to a stop next to them.Rosie gets out of the driver's side and stands calmly witha sawed-off over his shoulder.Utah blinks through his sweat and pain at--TYLER running toward him out of the dust. She kneels nextto him and puts her arms around him. Bodhi limps to thetruck. 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. Rosiehops into the shotgun seat and the truck hurls uproostertails as it tears out across the desert towardRoach's billowing gravemarker.Johnny touches Tyler's face tenderly, leaving a smear ofblood.He gives her a wan version of the Johnny Utah grin.HOLD ON the truck moving off in a heat-shimmered cloud ofdust, becoming a mirage, then a memory as we-- DISSOLVE TO:AN ENORMOUS WAVE which FILLS FRAME, seeming to riseendlessly before thundering down in a holocaust of spray.EXT. BEACH DAY - DAYAn unfamiliar beach laid waste by monster waves under astorm sky.Wind whips sand across the narrow beach-road, throwing itagainst the front doors of the LIGHTHOUSE PUB.TITLE OVER: ONE YEAR LATER...INT. LIGHTHOUSE PUB - DAYDark. Almost empty. A snarling crocodile head is mountedabove a tapper of Guinness Stout. A Koala bear withplastic eyes holds a Foster's. A BARTENDER with leatheredskin washes glasses.At the bar, a single disheveled customer... humandriftwood.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 isbarely recognizable, jaws hidden underneath a slightbeard, long bleach-out hair swept behind an ear. Hismuscular 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, morebleached out, frazzled from the sun. Her eyes adjust tothe dark room. TYLER John, they're here.Utah downs the drink and slides off his stool. He has apronounced limps as he crosses to Tyler at the door.They exit into daylight under an old wooden sign whichreads: LIGHTHOUSE PUB - BELL'S BEACH, AUSTRALIA CUT TO:EXT. LIGHTHOUSE PUB - DAYUTAH and TYLER walk out onto the roadway as severalAustralian Police cars converge on them. A dozenuniformed OFFICERS step out. The ranking officer, afortyish 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 - DAYWALL OF SOLID WATER FIVE STORIES HIGH CRASHES straightdown in a holocaust of spray...Rising up from the ocean to meet a tormented sky, roll themost terrifying waves any surfer has ever seen. Theyclose out, pummeling the ocean floor, casting a shockwaveup 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 fuckin' death on a stick.ON BODHI, sitting crosslegged in the sand, arms foldedaround his knees. He stares pensively out at the waves.His hand reaches out and absently strokes a surfboardlying 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 appreciatesthe cunning of his opponent. Utah sits beside his preyand stares at the ocean. Bodhi stares with glitteringeyes at the heaving ocean before him, face splitting intothat 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 theroad. 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 thelongboard.He half smiles, then turns toward the water, and startswalking.He stops. Turns around. BODHI Thanks, brah.Bodhi doesn't wait for a reply. He walks to the water'sedge, and never looks back. He throws his board into thefoam and paddles, the riptide pulling him out. Themonsters dwarf his body as they quickly suck him into thetrough of the holocaust.UTAH stands and solemnly waits for the universe to deliverfinal justice. The cops are running clumsily across thesand, too late to stop Bodhi. Tyler steps up behindJohnny, and puts her hands on his shoulders.BODHI is nothing more than a SPECK as he shoots across thelip of the colossal wave, carving the board downward -- ANUNTHINKABLE FOREHAND BLAST sends him into a 180 degreeslide straight down the enormous face, eyes wild, hismouth opens in a soundless howl -- Bodhi and the outer-limits wave are locked for one impossible yet gloriousmoment in perfect harmony, perfect symmetry, perfectunion... There is no fear in his face, only awe as themountain of water closes out, burying the Bodhisattva in awhitewater grave... Pieces of broken surfboard explodeupward, only to fall back into the raging whiteness andvanish.UTAH remains pensive, eyes fixed on the riderless surf.Tyler lowers her head. A fragment of surfboard washes uponto wet sand. The wind gathers force.Johnny finally turns to his woman, curls an arm around hershoulder, gathering her close. Tears are streaming downher face as she stares at the sea. UTAH He rode it all the way.CAMERA PULLS BACK AND UP, rising high above their heads asthe liquid vertical walls continue to hammer theAustralian shore...FADE TO BLACK \ No newline at end of file