Point Break (1991) - full transcript

100 %, Utah.

'Good job!'

'Hi. Johnny Utah.'

Your 9 o'clock
appointment is here.

Special Agent John Utah,
day number one in LA.

Welcome aboard.

- Your record's impressive.
- Thank you.

You may have been in the top 2 %
of your class at Quantico

but quite frankly, son,
out here you have exactly

zero hours of experience
in the field.

You know nothing,
in fact, less than nothing.



If you knew that, that'd be
something, but you don't.

Yes, sir.

- You eat a solid breakfast?
- Sir?

All food groups,
avoiding caffeine, sugar?

I like to make sure all
my people maintain fitness.

We don't drink
and sure as hell don't smoke!

- I take the skin off chicken.
- Good man.

'This is us. Bank Robbery.'

'You are now in the bank robbery
capital of the world.'

1,322 last year in LA County.
Up 26 % from the year before.

That's correct. And we
nailed over 1,000 of them.

Miss Deer, take a look
at that for me. Thank you.

Do you know how
we nail the bad guys, Utah?

By crunching data, good
crime-scene work, good lab work



and most importantly,
good data-based analysis.

Special Agent Utah,
are you receiving my signal?

Zero distortion, sir.

I love these things.

You're a real blue-flame
special, aren't you, son?

Young, dumb
and full of cum. I know.

What I don't know is
how-how you got yourself

assigned out here
to Los Angeles with us.

I mean, hell..

I guess we must have ourselves
an asshole shortage, huh?

Not so far.

'Okay.'

- Pappas?
- Yeah?

Here, put on the blindfold.
I want to see you retrieve

at least two bricks
off the bottom.

One.

Two.

I've been in the field
for 22 years

I've fired my piece over
19 times in the line of duty.

I got no idea what a blind man
fetching bricks from the bottom

of the pool has got to do
with being a special agent.

Added to which indignity,
I have been saddled with

some blue-flamer
Quantico cat!

Some quarterback punk.
Johnny Unitas or something.

- The shit they pull, huh?
- Yeah!

Hey, Angie?
Here's your guy!

What?

Uh, Pappas. Angelo Pappas.

- Punk. Quarterback Punk.
- Hmm..

Welcome to SeaWorld, kid.

Good luck, Pappas.

Two bricks, comin' up.

'Little hand says
it's time to rock and roll.

- 'Everybody freeze!'
- 'Nobody move!'

'Keep your hands up
and eyes down!'

'Back away from the counters!
Hands on your heads now!'

'Everybody, onto the floor!'

'Move it! Move it!
Now! Get down!'

'What's the matter
with you people?'

- 'You, outta the cubicle.'
- 'Get outta my way!'

Back away from the counter
and get your fuckin' hands up!

'Hey, bitch, what's
the matter with you?'

- You got earwax?
- A-ah!

Back away! Keep your hands
where I can see 'em!

Hands up!

Hello, hello,
ladies and gentlemen.

We are the Ex-Presidents!

And we need just
a few moments of your time.

We've been screwing
you for years

so a few more seconds
shouldn't matter!

On the floor, asshole.

The money's insured
so it's not worth dying for.

How you doing, Dick?

Implementing our personal plan
of deregulation, Mr. President!

- Time, Mr. Carter!
- Sixty!

- LBJ?
- We're stylin'!

Oh, Ron.
I got Nancy on the line!

'Air Force One
is waiting, Mr. President.'

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Get your hands where I can
fuckin' see 'em! Thank you.

Thank you very much. And please,
don't forget to vote!

I'm not a crook!

'27 banks in three years.'

'God. In and out in 90 seconds.'

No-one ever gets shot.
What are we talking about here?

We're talking about
solid professionals!

- Good moves.
- Yeah.

'They control the room well.'

And they stick strictly
to the cash drawers.

They don't go for the vault?

No. They never go for the vault.
They never get greedy.

Smart. You burn time
in the vault.

Yup, that's right. Reagan
usually does the driving.

Stolen switch car,
they leave it running.

On the curb, it looks
parked from a distance.

When they run, they dump
the vehicle and they vanish.

Like a virgin
on prom night.

I mean, they vanish! Psht!

Surgical. Look at them
separate the dye pack.

Dick and Ronnie know their jobs.

The Ex-Presidents are
the best I've ever seen. Ever!

Any time you two have
finished jerking off

watching MTV, we need to get
a look at these tapes.

Pappas, you tell the kid
your theory on the Presidents?

Just take the tapes
and go, Babbit.

Hang ten, Pappas.
Like totally rad, dude!

I tell ya,
the department loves it.

What's he talking
about, Angelo?

Found the drop car
up on Mulholland Drive--

We'll go work it.

Oh, no!

Angelo?

Come on!

Thank you.
We'll go work it.

- Good.
- Excuse me.

I'm working
a fuckin' drop car!

I don't believe it.
Working a drop car!

Pappas, what a hard-on!

- Move away from there.
- All right.

This car doesn't have AC.
Today was a scorcher.

Sweat secretions
in the seatbacks.

Are you through, Mr. Wizard?

Let me know if you
find Jimmy Hoffa

under the seat
while you're at it.

Oh, look at this. It's 7.30.

Why, the night
is still so young.

The way you're going you'll
solve this and another case.

Drop car, my ass! Goddamn!

You been working Bank Robbery,
what, 22 years?

Yeah, 22 years.

Man, LA has changed
a lot during that time.

The air got dirty
and the sex got clean.

So, a guy with
that much time

must have a theory
about these guys.

Leave it alone, Johnny.

Okay, fine, you've given up.
It doesn't mean I have to.

Hey! Listen, forget about it,
kid. They are ghosts.

Yeah. What am I thinkin'?
If you couldn't crack it

with all your years of
experience, it's impossible

to think I might have
something to offer, right?

Well, maybe I can do better
than some over-the-hill burnout.

- Hey, watch your mouth! - Maybe you ought
to take some early retirement right now.

And get some rent-a-cop
night job, tell 'em Nam stories.

Listen! I was taking shrapnel
in Khe Sanh, while you were

crapping in your hands
and rubbing it on your face.

- You mad?
- Yeah, I'm mad.

- Good and mad?
- Yeah. What'll you do about it?

Feels good, doesn't it?
That you're still alive.

- Right?
- Yeah!

Since you're still alive
and you're not in the box yet

why don't you tell me
this theory of yours

and we'll go get these guys?

Okay, hotshot.

You wanna nail the bank robbers
and be a big hero?

- Definitely!
- Definitely.

Then here it is.

The Ex-Presidents..

...are surfers.

Surfers.

Surfers.

It's in our face.

Look at the tan line
on this guy.

Oh, well, he must be a surfer!

Well, yeah.

Last year, Nixon scuffs the
counter when he's going over.

So there is a soil sample.

Non-specific mud.

'Traces of asphalt,
traces of oil.'

Traces of sand.
Carnauba wax.

So I become a wax expert.

Now, there's 80-some
uses for this stuff.

'Something like 500 products.'

Candle wax, car wax,
mustache wax.

Could be anything.

Guy's waxing his mustache
at the beach, gets sand in it

takes it off with a shoe.

Shoe scuffs the counter..

Just shut up a minute. Listen.
Maybe you'll learn something.

The lab gave us
three possible matches.

This is one of them.

- Sex Wax!
- Yeah.

You're not into kinky shit,
are you, Angelo?

Not yet! Surfers use this.

They rub it on their
boards for traction.

Thanks for the tip.

You're welcome for the tip.
Here's another tip.

Check out the dates
on these robberies.

It's strictly a summer job
for these idiots.

Four months.

June to October.

- Same the year before.
- That's right.

We have one more month.

We won't see 'em
till next summer.

They're travelling on the money,
going where the waves are.

That's right!

The Ex-Presidents rip off banks
to finance their endless summer!

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Hey, man, a lot of guys your age
are learning to surf. It's cool.

- There's nothing wrong with it.
- I'm 25.

That's what I'm saying.
It's never too late.

'Hope you stick with it.'

Surfing's the source.
It can change your life.

Swear to God.

Why can't I just walk around
with this thing under my arm

and act stoned,
ask a few questions?

Well, look.
Look at 'em.

'They're like some kinda tribe.'

'They got their own language.'

You can't just walk up
to those guys.

You gotta get out there,
and learn the moves.

Get into their head,
pick up the speech.

You're saying the FBI is gonna
pay me to learn to surf?

It's either you or me
on the board. Get my drift?

Angelo, this is for rubber
people who don't shave yet.

Come on.
You're the quarterback jock.

It's all balance, right?
And coordination.

How hard can it be?

Hold on!

Hold on.

Use your arms.
Paddle. Come on!

It's all right. Come on.
You're okay.

'You crazy son of a bitch.'

You wanna commit suicide,
you do it someplace else.

This pig-board piece of shit.

You got no business
out here whatsoever.

Hey!

My name's Johnny Utah.

Who cares!

? It's been a long, long time ?

? And too many miles ?

? Of handshaking strangers
parading their smiles ?

? Of all the faces
that come and go ?

? The only one
I really wanna know ?

? I Want You ?

? I Want You ??

That is your surfing contact?

"Female, blue eyes,
black hair"

"five foot six, 119 pounds."

God, Utah!

Not bad, Utah!

Tyler Ann Endicott,
born 11-27-64.

'Exhibition of speed.'

Indecent exposure
inside moving vehicle.

Hot, very hot!

What else they got on her?

I still haven't found
anything I can use.

I gotta find an approach.
A way in.

Here we go. Both parents
deceased.

Airplane crash, San Diego, '84.

Yeah.

Definitely.

See you later, man.

Next?

- What do you want?
- Shrimp and fries.

I mean, what do you want?
Why'd you keep hanging around?

I need you to teach me.

Give me a break.
Shrimp and fries...

...to go!

Would you like something
to drink with that, sir?

- I'm serious!
- I can see that. Forget it.

Stick to... tennis.

I don't know,
whatever you do good.

Miniature golf.
Your number's 37.

You don't understand.

I'm gonna learn to surf
or break my neck.

What is it? You all of
a sudden got this bug

that you just
have to go surfing?

This is a line, right?

No. No.

See..

My whole 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.

- This gonna take a long time?
- Wait.

So I'm a big hero
to my folks, right?

But two years ago...
they were killed in a car wreck.

You can't imagine it.
Your whole life changes.

And I suddenly realized that all
my goals had been their goals

and I hadn't been
living my own life.

So, I wanted
something for myself.

So, I come out here
from Ohio a month ago.

I've never seen the ocean
before. Any ocean.

I never thought it would
affect me so much.

I'm drawn to it.

Or something.

I want to do what you do.

'It's the truth.'

Alright.

Okay. Tomorrow.
Here.

6 a.m.

If you are one minute late,
I'm gone.

And, stud, I didn't
take you on to raise, so..

...I'll teach you
a few things and then

after that you'll be
on your own, okay?

God!

Stop here.

You agree to do exactly
what I say when I say it?

Sure.

Pop!
Pop!

You stand straight up,
you'll just fall over

so let's try it again.

Start over. Just do it again.

Hey! What ya doin'?

Just do it again. Pop up.

'Stay low, you're gonna
bite it.'

You dragged your knee.
You'll wipe out.

You're dragging your foot,
you're gonna be fish food.

Both feet have to land
on the board at the same time.

That's it. That's it.
You're surfing.

? To rise and fall ?

? Without the hands of gravity ?

? To see it all ?

? My hands to cover up my eyes ?

? And Charles Atlas
stands upon the beach ?

? Upon his head and says ?

? I Will Not Fall ?

? I Will Not Fall ?

? I Will Not Fall ?

? I Will Not Fall ?

Doing alright, city boy!

? To live the groove ?

? Is everything that I need ?

? To see you move ?

? When grace is just
a simple wisdom ?

? And Charles Atlas
stands upon the beach ?

? Upon his head and says ?

? I Will Not Fall ?

Woo! Yeah!

? I Will Not Fall ?

You are surfing!

? I Will Not Fall ?

? I Will Not Fall ??

That's Bodhi.

They call him the Bodhisattva.

He's a modern savage.

He's a real searcher.

- What's he searching for?
- The ride! The ultimate ride.

The guy's even crazier
than you, Johnny.

Hey!

'Heads up!'

- Hey!
- A-ah!

Put me down.

Uh, we know each other.

That's a..
That's a surf board, alright.

Looks like a '57 Chevy
I used to have.

Uh, Tyler, come here.

So... who's the guy?
You replace me?

Give me a break.
Where you been?

He surfs real well.

Come on!
He's from Kansas or something.

- He's from Kansas?
- Heads up!

'Yeah!'

Good catch.

Ready!

Set!

Hut! Hut! Go, let's go, go!

Hut!

Hut!

Hut!

- Yay!
- Ha ha!

Whose ball is it?
Who wants it?

Hut!

- Get him!
- Get him.

Ready!

Set!

Hut!

What the fuck is
wrong with you?

Don't you think that's
a little out of line?

Cool it, Roach.
Know who this is?

No, I don't know
who this is.

This is Johnny Utah, Ohio State
Buckeyes, all conference.

- Remember?
- Number 9, how ya doing?

Johnny fuckin' Utah! Sorry, man.
Didn't mean to get in your face.

I knew you,
it was the Rose Bowl.

Three years ago, you beat SC.

- You? You did this?
- Yep, him!

- That was one hell of a game.
- No shit.

Yeah, but you got nuked
in the last quarter.

Yeah, I got my knee folded back
about 90 degrees the wrong way!

Whoa! That's why
you never went pro?

Two years of surgery,
missed my window.

'Went to law school instead.'

Law school?
You're a lawyer?

Wow!

Well, life's not over
yet, man. You're surfing.

- Lawyers don't surf.
- This one does.

'Let's play some football!'

Special Agent Utah,
this is not some job

flipping burgers
at the local drive-in.

'Yes, the surfboard bothers me.'

Yes, your approach to this
whole goddamn case bothers me.

And, yes, you bother me!

And, Pappas...
for the love of Christ.

Just how the hell
did I ever let you

talk me into this
boneheaded idea?

Harp, we're working undercover.
It takes time.

- We've produced--
- No, no, no, no!

Let me tell you
what you've produced.

Over the last two weeks, you two
have produced exactly squat.

Squat!

In which time the Ex-Presidents
have robbed two more banks!

Now, for Christ's sake.

Does either one of you
have anything

even remotely interesting
to tell me?

Caught my first tube
this morning... sir.

Goddamn it!

Why didn't you leave
that thing in the car?

It sticks out
so I can't lock it.

Anyway, what's his problem?
We're handling our caseload.

I'm surfing on my own time.

I know, just don't rub
Harp's nose in it.

Angelo, you think I joined
the FBI to learn to surf?

This was your lame-o idea.
You gotta back me up on this.

Johnny, we better come up
with something real quick.

- My friend.
- What?

Encino Savings and Loan.
Guard grabbed LBJ's ponytail.

Twenty-eight robberies
and what do we get from it?

One fucking hair.

'Angelo, pay attention.'

There's gonna be
a test afterward.

Lab is showing traces
of toxins in the hair.

'Selenium, titanium
and arsenic.'

Beaches are always being closed
because of waste spills, right?

And surfers are territorial.

They stick mostly
to certain breaks.

If we can get hair samples
and a match at a certain beach

we'd know which break
the Ex-Presidents surf.

You buying this?

No.

No.

But let's do it, anyway.

It will bug the shit
out of Harp.

- My man.
- Yeah.

When you two are done making out
I need to talk to you.

What's this? Fucking Narco
entrapment or what, dude?

- Not exactly, dude.
- Shit!

Making a wig for my girlfriend.
Thank you.

- Fuckin' guy's a narc, man.
- Dude cut my hair!

- So what? He didn't bust us.
- He fuckin' cut my hair!

Hey, don't move!
Got some huge sucker

crawling right
into your ear!

Got it!

Leave some fuckin' hair, man!

What is it?

Saved your life, bro.
Close one!

PCBs, selenium,
titanium, arsenic.

The percentages look right.
Here's a match.

- There's a match?
- Latigo Beach.

Nice point break.
Long workable rides.

Surf's up, Ace!

'Stay off my wave!'

'Goons trying to drop in.'

Paddle! Paddle! Paddle!

Out of the way, you shit!

Hey!

You dinged my board!

Why don't you watch
where the fuck you're going!

'Politeness counts, asshole!'

'Go back to the Valley, man!'

Angelo, I've eaten
shit 47 times

and got my lights punched out
by some psycho local.

There must be 20 guys
out here with ponytails.

Patience, hotshot. Patience.

It'll be subtle,
if it's here at all.

They'll be a group
within the group.

These guys are
a real tight unit.

You'll see 'em,
you'll know it.

- This the guy?
- Yeah.

Okay.

I know.

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?

Nope.

That would be a waste of time.

We're just gonna fuck you up.

Oh.

A-ah!

Eat that!

'Johnny, are you there?'

You better not be trying
to pick up any babes.

Hit him! Yeah! Harder! Yeah!

- Back off! He's with me.
- Kiss my ass.

Back off, Warchild. Seriously.

Thank you.

'Stay out of this, Bodhi.'

What's your name?

Bunker.

Bunker. Well, listen, Bunker.

I'm actually really
glad you found me.

Yeah? Why?

Shit.

Come on, come on.

'This is stimulating,
but we're outta here.'

'Let's go, Utah.'

Just keep walking.

Oh! Uh..
Oh, okay.

You two guys seen
a kid run through here

with a car stereo?
He stole it from me.

No, but there's four guys back
there you might wanna check out.

Thanks, buddy.

- Hope you find him.
- Don't worry, I will.

'You like to start shit,
don't you?'

- Who are those guys?
- Nazi assholes.

The guy you dropped
is Bunker Weiss.

The big one is Warchild,
AKA Lupton Pitman.

The other two, I don't know.

They think they're some kind
of death squad around here.

What's their program?

Brains are wired wrong,
they're into bad shit.

Like what? Illegal shit?

Maybe, I don't know. That's
not what I'm talking about.

They only live
to get radical.

They don't understand the sea

so they'll never get the
spiritual side of it.

You're not gonna start
chanting or anything, are ya?

I might.

This is me.

So, uh, you still
haven't figured out

what riding waves
is all about, have you?

It's a state of mind.

It's that place where you lose
yourself and find yourself.

You don't know it yet,
but you've got it.

I saw you,
you're a pit bull.

They didn't back
you down an inch.

And that is very rare
in this world.

- Thanks for stepping in.
- De nada. Later.

Oh, hey. I'm having some people
over at my house tonight.

- If you wanna come.
- Sure. Where?

- Come with Tyler. She knows.
- All right.

Next time you leave
your piece and shield

in the car,
you stay in sight. Okay?

Okay, Dad.

Yeah, I need you to run
a plate for me.

Two-Denver-four-Sam-niner-five
niner, late-'70s Jeep.

The jeep belongs
to a Bunker Weiss, my buddy.

Guy's got quite a sheet.

'Yeah. Skip all that.
Give me the greatest hits.'

'Felony, "Possession of
cocaine," that's good.'

'Felony "B and E,
three months in juvie."'

Felony, "Assault,"
postgraduate work at Chino.

Excellent! I'm loving it!

'These guys really fit
the profile.'

I say we lay it on Harp.

Here comes the night shift.

'Hey, who was that girl?'

'The girl with
the really big tits.'

This is bullshit.
This is a bullshit lead.

This is totally bullshit.

Harp must be desperate if he's
listening to you two flakes.

See you bright
and early, guys.

Yeah, right.

Cold pizza for you. It's good
for breakfast. See you.

When did Harp say
we'd get the warrant?

He'll push it quick. This could
be an interesting morning.

- Hey.
- Hey, Bodhi.

I taught him that trick.

I like it!

Watch yourself.
She's a wild one.

Make yourself at home.
What's mine is yours.

Man, it jacks up.

You drop down into the pit.
It's 25 feet straight down.

And your balls, man,
your balls are about this big.

'And the whole thing's
fuckin' roaring, right.'

'Pushing you forward'

like you're on
a freight train or something.

Yeah, and if you lose it

the fish'll be picking
you out of the coral.

Big-wave riding's for macho
assholes with a death wish.

'No, it's not.
It's the ultimate rush.'

'There's nothing that
comes close to it.'

Not even sex.

Maybe that's 'cause you're not
doing it right, Roach.

Paddling out in a big surf
is total commitment.

You can't just call time-out,
stroll on into the beach

if you don't like
the way things are going.

What's biggest? Waimea?

- Ridden?
- Yeah.

- Makaha.
- Dana Point.

Bells Beach, Australia.

No way Bells is bigger
than Waimea, bro.

It will be next year.

Bodhi believes the 50-year
storm is coming next year.

- 50-year storm. What's that?
- That's kind of a legend.

No, it's real.
It's absolutely real.

'Everything moves in cycles.'

So, twice a century
the ocean let's us know

just how small
we really are.

The winter storm comes out of
Antarctica, tearing the Pacific.

And it sends a huge swell
north 2,000 miles.

And when it hits Bells Beach
it'll turn into the biggest surf

this planet has ever seen,
and I will be there.

So will I.

If you want the ultimate,
you gotta be willing

to pay the ultimate price.

It's not tragic to die
doing what you love.

- It's how I want to go.
- I ain't gonna live to see 30.

There's too much
testosterone here.

? Over, I'm over, over ?

? Over The Edge ?

? Over, I'm over, over ?

? Over The Edge ??

'Bunch of goddamn
adrenaline junkies.'

Hope you're not buying
into this banzai bullshit

like the rest
of Bodhi's moonies?

What are you talking about?

You've got that kamikaze look,
Johnny. I've seen it.

Bodhi can smell it a mile away.

He'll take you to the edge.
Past it.

- Hey, Bodhi.
- Johnny has his own demons.

Don't you, Johnny?

What's going on?

Here. A stealth mission.
You up for it?

- Let's do it!
- 'Let's go!'

I can barely do this
in daylight.

Come on. At least nobody's gonna
see how bad you are.

I don't think
he's ready for this.

Nah, he'll be fine.

Shit!

'Shit! Shit!'

'Fuck.'

I gotta be fuckin' crazy.

But are you crazy enough?

Woo-hoo!

Tyler!

Can't see shit out here.
I'm gonna die.

Feel what the wave is doing,
then accept its energy.

Get in sync,
then charge with it.

- 'You don't need to see.'
- Yeah. Vision is overrated.

Okay, Johnny, this one's got
your number on it.

Let's jam. Now paddle.
Go boy, jam!

Shit! I'm gonna die now.
I'm gonna fuckin' die now.

'Fuck!'

Woo! You're surfing, man.

Woah!

I'm fuckin' surfing!

'Yeah.'

'Check it out.'

Is this not the best
feeling on earth?

Yeah!

'Woo!'

Did great, Johnny.

Alright.

'Yeah.'

- Looks like we lost somebody.
- Yeah, leave the fire for them.

You wanna get something
to eat?

- I'm dying.
- 'I'm starving.'

'Where's my clothes?
You seen my clothes?'

Had enough?

Yeah.

I just wanna sit out here
for a minute.

Look at you.

What?

Usually you have this

intense sort of scowl of
concentration on your face

like you're doing all this for
a school project or something.

Or like you've got
something driving you.

Look at it, it's gone.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you looked almost happy.

I can't describe
what I'm feeling.

You don't have to.

Goose bumps.

Yeah, it's cold.

Come here.

Holy shit.

- 'What?'
- Shit.

I'm really late.

I'm really late.

Holy shit.
Shit! Oh, shit!

'I'm really late.'

You guys need any help?

I can't believe you're late
to your own raid! What a flake!

Has that worthless punk
partner of mine shown up?

- Right here.
- Good of you to show up.

Ow, watch it!
You're gonna tear my skin.

I'm ready to rock, Angelo.
Where you want me?

Okay, Babbit and Alvarez are
gonna go in the back door.

Cullen's gonna back me up.

I want you at the side window
by the hedge.

'You're strictly backup.
Don't wanna burn your cover.'

'You got that?'

- Got it.
- 'Good.'

Now take your position.
It's show time.

'Go.'

Asshole.

Scooby? Come on, Scooby.

Scooby, where are you?
Seen a dog?

- No, man.
- No dog? Scooby, come on.

Here, Scooby! Scooby?

What the fuck?

Get your gun. There's someone
at the front door! Now!

Yeah, what?

Oh, hi.
Oh, have you seen my dog?

It's a cockapoo-like thing.
It's got its nose--

I don't know anything
about your fucking dog.

Wait!

Cullen, this is Utah.
Get Angelo out of there.

They're pulling out
a fuckin' arsenal.

Utah, repeat, say again.

Cullen, you copy?

Cullen? Alvarez?

Don't let him pull his badge.

Fuck! I can't hear jack shit
over the lawn mower. Christ!

Something's going down, man.
This ain't right.

Chill the fuck out, man.
It's nothing.

Will you shut the fuck up?
Check the windows, bro, do it.

'And the little
bastard ran off.'

I know nothing about
a fuckin' dog.

- Hide the shit.
- 'Wait.'

- 'Sure he's not in the back?'
- I ain't got time for this.

There's two guys out
the back. Duck down.

Oh, shit, Shit.
We're fucked!

That fuck comes in,
I'm gonna pop him up, man.

- 'Sure he's not in the back?'
- He ain't back here.

- Anybody else around seen him?
- Get the fuck outta my face.

FBI, gorgeous.

FBI, drop it!

Fuck you!

Fuckin' pigs.

No, wait! Hey.

- Get off, motherfucker.
- Shut up.

- You motherfuckers.
- Shut up, I said.

'Dumb motherfuckers.'

I'm coming out right now.
Back up. Back up.

Let me go. Let me go.

Bastard.

- 'Babbit?'
- 'You fuckers.'

A-ah!

Speak into the microphone,
squid brain.

'Fuck!'

- Give me your hand.
- Fuck you!

- 'Give me your other hand.'
- 'Fuck.'

There you go.

You okay?

Fuck!

Ooh! God.

No! Ow!

'Don't touch it.'

It's been paper targets
up until today, huh?

It's no different, Johnny.
Just a little more to clean up.

You did all right today.

You did real good.

'Goddamn son of a bitch.'

You're real cowboys, right?
Batman and Robin.

You know what this is, huh?

Know what this is, punk?

It's two keys.
Uncut crystal meth.

Oh, shit.

'Special Agent Utah, I'd like
you to meet Agent Dietz.'

Works for the DEA. He was
working deep cover until--

You think I like
this hair, man, huh?

You think I like
these clothes?

My wife wants me
to stay at Ramada.

I've been working on these
fuckers for three months.

Three months!

I finally got 'em to play
Wheel Of Fortune

so I can find out their supplier
is and you cowboys show up.

- Nice tattoo, Dietz.
- You like that, Pappas?

Fuck you.

He has a record of your
suspects' movements

over the last three months.

All I wanna know,
smart guy, okay

all I wanna know is how did they
rob a bank on August 2nd

when they were in Fort fuckin'
Lauderdale August 2nd?

- Now you figure that out?
- It's not easy, is it, Utah?

You fuckin' jerks.

Aw, shit.

Shit.

Hey! Five foot walls
at Zero's. Let's go.

Hey, Tyler.

Hey, Bodhi.

So, let's go.

Time's a-wasting.

- Now!
- He does this.

Woo-hoo!

- 'Epic!'
- 'Got some more.'

'Well, that's it, that's it.'

Yeah.

You alright?

You look like you saw a ghost.

Forget about it, kid.
They're ghosts.

- I gotta go.
- You gotta what?

I forgot all about a meeting I
have this morning, a new client.

I got to jam, sorry, really.
I'll call you later.

- So, I started trailing him.
- The Zen surf master?

Bodhi, yeah. I'm on
him all day, right?

He goes here, he goes there,
he goes to Tower Records

buys some CDs, he has lunch
at Patrick's Roadhouse.

He goes into the Assured Trust
Savings and Loan.

- Did he rob it?
- Cute!

He's inside 20 minutes.

The other guy, Roach,
waited in the truck.

They were scoping
it out, right?

Well, they were scoping it out,
they were cashing a cheque.

Wait, then they go
to their beach house

and they box up
all their shit, you know.

See, summer's over.

They load it in Bodhi's truck
and they take it

to a public storage unit.

I lost them after that,
but the house is empty.

- They're definitely outta here.
- Goddamn it!

Why didn't you call me? They're
probably halfway to Maui.

Uh-uh, no. They've got to pick
up some traveling money first.

Assured Trust tomorrow,
next day, outside, latest.

- I've got a feeling on this.
- Oh, you got a feeling?

Last time you had a feeling,
I had to kill a guy.

I hate that. It looks
bad on my report.

Angelo, I'm right this time.
We can still win this one.

Okay.

Tomorrow morning, first thing,
we'll be at the bank

like stink on shit.

'This Calvin and Hobbes
is funny.'

Oranges, sir?
Take some oranges.

- You want some oranges?
- 'No.'

- No, We got a lot.
- Dollar, sir.

No, thanks. Good luck.

God.

"For his turkey cemetery?"

Oh!

It's time for lunch.

Angelo, it's 10.30.

Right around that corner
there is a sandwich shop.

They sell
meatball sandwiches.

Best I've ever tasted.
Would you go get me two?

Come on, partner. Two.

Thank you.

Utah? Get me two.

- Hi, how ya doing?
- Hi.

Can I have two
meatball sandwiches

a tuna on wheat and
two lemonades, please?

'Okay, that's two meatballs,
one tuna on wheat'

'two lemonades.
That's $7.84.'

- Thank you.
- 'Uh-huh.'

Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, boy!

God, you scared me.

Here. Yours is the one that
looks like a road kill.

- A road kill?
- Enjoy.

- Thank you very much.
- Here's your lemonade.

- Thanks.
- You saw that Lincoln pull up?

I'm so hungry, I could eat
the ass of a dead rhino.

I should've had you get me three
of these things. What, Lincoln?

- 'Goddamn!'
- FBI. Freeze!

- I got him. I got him.
- No!

Freeze!

Fuck!

'Come on, get in, get in.'

- Jesus Christ.
- Go, go.

- Go!
- Give me a fuckin' break.

I am going.

- I don't see, where'd they go?
- I don't fuckin' believe this.

I think we're losing 'em.

- You're losing 'em.
- I'm not losing 'em.

Over to the right,
over to the right.

- 'Go, go'
- 'It's coming up.'

- Punch it! Punch it!
- Be cool, man.

- 'Where is he, Dick?'
- He's still behind us.

'Hang on, you guys.'

This car's
a piece of shit.

Oh, shit.

It's okay,
they're on the left.

I think we lost 'em.
Can't see 'em.

- Tell me where he is.
- Oh, fuck. Watch out.

- We got ya.
- 'You ain't got shit.'

'Hang on.'

Goddamn it! Come on!

Okay, guys, up there is
the emergency sanitation.

Back up, buddy.
Try it, man. Just try it.

- What about the old Chevy?
- This guy down here.

I got him. I got the gun.

- Get away. Move it.
- Get in.

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't do it, man. Don't do it.
Don't be stupid. Run.

Why's he taking so long?

Come on!

We gotta go now, but he
still has a problem.

- Wait a minute, don't go.
- Come on!

- Let's go.
- Oh, shit!

What the fuck!

Look out.

Hey.

'Get the fuck
out of this house.'

What do you think you're doing?
Hey, hey, hey!

Ahh!

Say again, 41.

Roger that, 41. Cal-Plate-562,
Sam, Ida, X-ray. Base out.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Johnny, I wanna see you
in my office, right now.

Unit 23, unit 23.
See the manager, 4650 Wilshire.

'Roger 23.'

'Unit 41, further information
on suspect vehicle..'

I want you to know something.
When you shoot, you don't miss.

I missed.

No, I believe
you're either scared

or you're getting
too goddamn close

to this surfing
guru buddy of yours.

I don't believe
you're scared.

Hey, go home and get some rest.
You look like hammered shit.

If I get anything that resembles
your boy, I'll beep ya.

Now go home.

'Goddamn it.'

'So what's the other
guy look like?'

Never saw him.
It was a basic hit-and-run.

You look like you got
in a train wreck.

Stupid jerk
just kept driving?

Ouch! Baby, I'm sorry.

Johnny, what is it
with you?

You've got that look again.

As if... you're about to tell me
something and then you don't.

Or you can't.

There's something I want
to tell you. It's important.

It could really affect
things between you and me.

Man!

This is harder
than I thought.

Oh, God. Men are
so bad at this.

Shh. Some other time.

'You act like nothing happened.'

Relax, Nathanial.

Don't tell me to relax, Bodhi.
He's a fucking federal agent.

I should've shot him
when I had the chance.

I'll deal with that fuckin' cop.

No, Rosie.

Do you realize that we have
hit 30 banks in three years

and they haven't
been able to touch us?

All this does is up
the stakes of the game.

Fuck the stakes, Bodhi! The only
person this is a game to

is you, man. This is real.

I mean, this is serious shit
and I am scared, okay?

So I say we get the fuck outta
here now, tonight, okay?

You run, you die.

'Come on, think about it.'

This was never
about money for us.

It was about us
against the system.

That system that kills the human
spirit. We stand for something.

To those dead souls inching
along the freeways

in their metal
coffins, we show them

that the human
spirit is still alive.

So, you trust me?

Okay.

Then don't worry about this guy.

I know exactly
what to do with him.

A lawyer?

- You lied to me.
- Tyler, put the gun down.

I bet you lied about everything.

I bet you lied
about your parents.

You just tell
me the truth, Johnny.

Did your parents die
in a car accident?

Did they?

They live in Columbus, Ohio.
I work Bank Robbery.

The guys I'm after are surfers.
I needed you at first.

- But after that--
- Fuck you.

Don't you have a soul?

- Goddamn you to hell.
- Tyler.

Tyler, wait! Ah!

Tyler!

'Leave a message.'

'Tyler, 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?

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 I've never
known anyone like you before'

'in my life and I hope
you change your mind.'

Tyler, wait. I'm coming.

Howdy, bro.

- So, come on, we're rollin'.
- What's going on, Bodhi?

What happened?
Cut yourself shaving?

I don't think
I wanna surf right now.

Surf? No, this
is different, Johnny.

This is really different.
You're gonna love it.

So, we gotta get your stuff
and get outta here.

'Okay. Uh, socks.

Shirt.

Uh... boots. Here we go.

Put the stuff on in the truck.
We gotta go. Life is short.

You are gonna love this.

Yo.

- Fine, it's here.
- All right, let's unload.

Take this bag..

- Take this, too.
- Thank you, sir. There you go.

Ever done this before?

- No, but I've seen it on TV.
- It's 100 % pure adrenaline.

Other guys snort for it,
jab a vein for it.

All you gotta do is jump.

I'm sure it's a blast, but I
screwed my knee up yesterday.

Yeah, I noticed you limping,
but don't worry about it, bro.

Don't worry at all 'cause
we're not gonna land on land.

Well, fine then.
I feel so much better.

Okay, let's fly.

Three minutes.

This is a ceremony we always
do at the end of the summer.

- One last speed star.
- Yeah.

By the way, you might wanna pull
that orange thing sometime.

'The life you save
may be your own.'

So, uh... who packed my chute?

I did. Why? You don't trust me?

You gotta earn trust.

Okay, we'll earn it together.
Here, take mine.

Hey, Johnny, I don't think
this is such a good idea.

Bodhi's packs
are pretty shitty.

They only open
about half the time.

- Less.
- Bullshit.

Why don't you take
young Grommet's? How'd that be?

Nah, you don't
want this one, man.

This one's set
for a neck-breaker.

You'd probably be better off
with something like this.

Are we gonna jump
or jerk off?

- That's my man.
- Way to go.

Yeah, let's do it.

Johnny, you're about to jump out
of a perfectly good airplane.

How you feel about that?

'Jump off.'

Shit! Whoa, shit!

Whoa-ho-ho!

Sex with the gods.
You can't beat this.

This is fucking beautiful.

Whoo-hoo-hoo.

Ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha. Woo-hoo-hoo!

Whoa! Yeah! Yeah! Ha!

Come on, Johnny.

That's it, Johnny. Go for it.

Come on, Johnny.

'You can do it. Come on.'

'Use your arms.
Fly like an eagle, baby.'

'Whoo!'

- Keep coming.
- Alright!

- Johnny, you did it.
- You're a speed star.

We're going like
a bat out o' hell.

'Whoo-ho-ho!'

How do you like it, Johnny?

Amazing.

'Fucking amazing.'

'This is so beautiful.
I love this ground-rush shit.'

Okay, break.

Great, isn't it?

You're doing good.

A thousand feet, pull.

After you, Alphonse.
I insist.

Pull the ripcord now.

- You first.
- Okay.

Son of a bitch!

Jesus Christ.

I gotta be losing it.

It's the closest
you'll ever get to God.

It's like the palm of your hand,
man. Zoom! Coming right at you.

- Ineffable.
- Totally indescribable.

- We did pull pretty low.
- You'll never be same again.

- Didn't I tell you'd be fine?
- Yeah. Damn perfect.

Johnny, just drop
your chute right there.

Here you go.

Pack off your shoulders.

- Step back out of it.
- I'll pack that for you, Bodhi.

- Okay, thanks.
- Johnny, come here.

There's something
you need to see.

Hop in.

Okay.

- What's this?
- This is an insurance policy.

It will sting a bit, but
it's for your own growth, bro.

Press play.

Fuck you!

'Fuck you.'

She is a wild one,
isn't she, Special Agent Utah?

Fuckin' dead man!

Hold it, man.
Think it through, man.

I'm the only one
that knows where she is.

I'm the only one,
so let me talk. Let me talk.

Talk.

She'll be fine. Rosie won't do
anything as long as I meet him

at a certain place and time,
six hours from now.

You call him right now
and tell him to let her go.

Sorry, I can't do it, bro.
They're on the road

and where they're going,
there are no phones

so you are shit
outta luck.

Oh, man.

I hate this, Johnny.
I really do.

I hate violence.

Don't you see, that's why I need
Rosie. I could never do that.

I could never hold
a knife to Tyler's throat.

She was my woman.
We shared time.

But Rosie is a...
mechanism, you know?

Once you set him in motion,
he will not stop.

He's, like, got
this gift... the blankness.

But when three o'clock comes
he will gut her like a pig

and try not to get
any on his shoes.

'There's nothing I can do about
it unless I get there.'

So I guess that
makes us partners

because we both
have the same goal.

To get me where
I need to go, right?

We're wasting time.

That's what I love
about you, Johnny.

You are just as
sharp as a razor.

Murphy, take the plane down to
Santa Monica, top off the tanks.

Okay, you guys, it's
party time. Let's move it.

'Alright. We're on it.'

All I'm asking for is 90 seconds
of your life, Johnny. That's it.

You see? It's basic
dog psychology.

If you scare them and
get them peeing down their leg

they submit.

'Yet if you project weakness,
you draw aggression.'

That's how people get hurt.

You see, fear causes hesitation.

And hesitation will cause
your worst fears to come true.

So it's simple. You project
strength to avoid conflict.

Peace through
superior firepower.

Oh.

There you go. Can't have you
walking through

those doors with your
dick in your hand, right?

- I can't do this.
- Sure you can.

Who knows? You might like it.
It's a killer rush.

Bodhi, this is your fuckin'
wake-up call, man!

I am an FBI agent.

I know, man. Innit wild?

But you know, that's
what makes it great, Johnny.

We can exist on a different
plane, make our own rules.

Why be a servant to the law
when you can be its master?

- Fuckin' A.
- I love this fuckin' job.

Okay, 90 seconds, door to door.

It's a small price to pay
for someone who loves you.

She does, you know?

It's not her style
to fall so hard.

I don't think she did with me.

Okay, Mr. Carter.

'LBJ.'

Mr. Nixon.

Well, sorry, Johnny. Looks like
you don't get to be president.

I'm ready.

Rock and roll.

Everybody freeze.

- Okay, on the floor now!
- On the floor right now! Do it.

Hold it. Where you going?

Everybody down! Let's go!

'On the floor, asshole.'

What's your problem? I'll blow
out your fuckin' kneecaps

then you'll be on the floor.

A kick in the ass, ain't it,
man? Look, you're on TV. Smile.

Could be a little hard to play
FBI now, huh?

Can we just get the goddamned
money and get out of here?

Nobody move.
Heads down, eyes down.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

May I have
your attention, please?

'We are the Ex-Presidents.'

And as you can see, we are
in fact, robbing your bank.

So with a little cooperation

I won't have to blow
your heads off.

'I just need a couple of minutes
of your lives and we're gone.'

Dick, go to the vault.

Uh, you, Ms. Jennings, would you
be a dear and open the gate

for my associate now?

- Mr. Duggan's got the keys.
- Why we go to the vault?

- We never go to the vault.
- Just do it.

Lyndon, go with them.
Get in the vault, man. Go. Go.

Who's Mr. Fuckin' Duggan?

Mr. Duggan, do you
wanna open the vault

or do you want
me to do it?

Do whatever they want, Teri.

Take the fucking keys!
Take 'em!

Move it!

Open the damned door!

I'll fuckin' blow
your fuckin' head off! Move it!

Come on! Come on!
Get outta the way!

- Okay, alright.
- Open the bag, big bag.

What we doin'
in a fuckin' vault?

'This is a bad idea.'

On the ground. Don't look at me.

You're blowing it, man.
You're breaking your own rules.

- You're pulling too much time.
- Jimmy, how we doing?

Sixty five. What's happening?

Don't worry, man, it's fine.
It's fine. It's great.

Fuck! Fuck!

Hey, I'm a cop.

So?

- I'm a cop.
- No, don't.

- You got a gun on your ankle?
- Yeah.

When I make a move,
you back me up.

- Please, you don't have to.
- You'll back me up.

'Don't do it.
Don't do anything.'

'No. Don't! Don't!'

'Please, put it away.
Please, put it away.'

'Hurry up.'

Let's go, we gotta go. Let's go.

Fuckin' move.

Federal agent. Undercover.

Ah!

Nobody fuckin' move!

You okay? Hang on, little bro.

Come on, we are outta here.
We are outta here. Hang on.

Just hang on, little brother.
Just hang on, man.

No, man. No.

Are you outta your fuckin' mind?

'What's the matter with you?
Is that what you want?'

'Did you get what you wanted?'

Come on, you can't
take him with.

Let's go!

Goddamn it, who's in charge
of this camera crew?

This is a crime-scene area
for Christ's sake.

- Get 'em the fuck outta here.
- Come on, out.

'You have the right
to remain silent.'

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

If you so desire, an attorney
will be provided for you, free.

Do you understand these rights
I've just given you, Utah?

Do you understand?

Understand the rights
I've just read you, Utah?

Hey, he understands
his goddamned rights.

Jesus Christ, kid.
You okay? Here, stand up.

- Get these cuffs off.
- 'Leave the cuffs on.'

- Leave 'em on.
- Oh, boy.

He's an accessory to murder.
You understand that, Pappas?

Utah, there's three dead people.
One's a police officer.

Let me show you
something, pal.

'How does that sit
in your stomach, huh?'

Take your hands
off me right now.

Come on.

Listen, look at me.
Look at me.

Don't send him in with the black
and whites like some punk.

- Let me ride him in.
- Yeah, sure, Angelo. Why not?

I mean, that's why I put you two
screwups together to begin with.

You deserve each other, don't
you? I mean, you're just as bad.

Only, you're a little fatter,
slower and little more pathetic.

Christ's sake, it's like
the blind leading the blind.

Harp, I wanna
tell you something.

I was in this Bureau

when you were still popping
zits on your funny face

and jackin' off to the lingerie
section of the Sears catalogue.

- Is that right, Pappas?
- Yes, that's right, Harp.

And there's one thing that
I learned out of all these years

that you still haven't got.

Oh, yeah? Why don't you
astonish me, shit face?

Respect for my elders
...plain and simple.

- Come on, kid, let's go.
- 'Holy shit.'

We're outta here.

- I know where they're going.
- I figured you did.

Santa Monica Airport. Fast.
But we've got one minor problem.

What?

- We can't arrest or shoot them.
- What?

- Did you set the altimeter?
- One thousand.

- What?
- One thousand.

Check the rigging, okay?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Fuckin' FBI.

I'm not armed.

- But you're not alone.
- Good guess.

There's a gun on you right now.

- Where's Roach?
- He's around somewhere.

'Listen, Johnny, we are in kind
of a hurry. What do you need?'

You gotta tell me
where she is.

And let my policy expire?
Good idea.

Look, Bodhi, people are dead.
The ride is over.

Oh, no, no.
I say when it's over.

The guy you killed
was an off-duty cop.

They'll nail you
wherever you land.

There's a new thing called
radar. Maybe you've heard of it.

What is your--

- Nathanial, get in there.
- Get back in the cockpit. Move.

I know you, man.

When they fall on you,
you won't back down.

They'll have to burn
your ass to the ground.

Uh-huh. And shit happens.

Look, you got a death wish,
you wanna ride to glory, fine.

But don't take Tyler
with you. I'm begging you.

Tell me where she is,
then I walk away.

- You walk away?
- I walk away.

That is beautiful, Johnny.

Angelo, don't fire!
They'll kill her! No!

Get out of the way, kid!
Goddamn it!

Damn.

No!

Jesus Christ!

- Angelo.
- I don't have much..

- Come on, man, just hang on.
- I really fucked up.

- Hang on. You'll be alright.
- Oh, God.

I'm not flying you guys
to San Felipe, man.

Get in the fuckin' plane.
Start those engines.

Good. Tell him
where we're going.

Let's go, man.

We're gonna ride this all
the way, Johnny, you and me.

So let's go.

Get the fuck up.
Tyler's waiting.

Start the engines now.

Go.

Go! Go! Go!

Rosie? Yo, Rosie, this is
Air Force One. Do you read me?

Do you read me? Over.

Look, man. We've been over
Mexico for the last half-hour.

'Can I quit mowing
the lawn here?'

Getting more bushes in the
wheels than I usually like.

Shut up and take it
to 4,000 feet on this heading.

- Alright?
- Alright.

I don't think that's such
a good idea, man.

We'll pop up on their screens.

Doesn't matter,
we're almost there.

Just gotta get you
to a safe jump altitude.

Let's get your rig on.

Hey, man, I'm cold.
Really cold.

I'll get your jacket.
Here's your jacket. Easy.

Oh, fuck!

'I know, I know, I know.
Easy. Easy. One arm at a time.'

I can't get it.
I can't get it.

No, man. No, no, no.

Johnny... throw me
that money bag.

'Now!'

You're cold 'cause the blood is
running out of your body, Roach.

You're going to be dead soon.
I hope it was worth it.

Don't listen to him,
he's just scared.

You just keep thinking about all
those senoritassand margaritas.

She'll nurse you back
to health, okay?

What the fuck are you
looking at?

There you go.

Rosie? Rosie.

This is Air Force One.
Do you copy? Do you copy? Over.

'Copy. We have a visual on you.'

Tell him to release Tyler.

Do it! Do it now!

You won. You got
what you wanted.

What if your chute fails?
Cancel the order.

She's served her purpose. Do it,
man. You owe me that much.

- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah.

On three.
One, two, three.

Easy. Come on, a little more.

- Get your chute clear, okay?
- Okay.

I'll see you
on the ground, alright?

Alright. I'll see ya
in hell, Johnny.

Oh!

I know it's hard
for you, Johnny.

I know you want me so bad
it's like acid in your mouth.

But not this time.

Adios, amigo.

Fucker!

Oh, God. What..

- Pull the chute, Bodhi.
- You are crazy.

- Pull the fuckin' chute.
- 'Why don't you pull it?'

No games, Bodhi.
Pull the cord now.

Nah, you pull it.

Go ahead, Johnny, pull it.
You gotta drop the gun, right?

If you use your other hand,
what you gonna hold on with?

Pull it right now.

I blow your fuckin' head off
and pull it myself.

It's the only way
it's gonna happen. Do it.

- Swear to God, I will.
- Do it, or you're gonna die.

Six seconds, we're gonna
be meat waffles.

Five, four..

- You're fuckin' crazy? Pull it!
- Three, two..

- One..
- Shit!

Shit!

Jesus Christ, Bodhi.

Goddamn, you are one radical
son of a bitch.

I'm outta here, Johnny.

That knee again, huh?

Too bad.

Looks like this time you won't
be getting your man.

This game we both lose.

Let her go.

Let her go.

- Johnny, I..
- Shh. Some other time.

Come on, we're out of here.

Yo, Johnny!

I'll see ya in the next life.

I can't leave him.
We gotta bury him.

There's no time, man.

'The cyclone warning
is for coastal areas between'

'Torquay and Cape Otway.'

'Experts are saying this is'

'potentially one of the worst
storms in Australia's history.'

'Heavy rains will continue
into the night'

'with destructive winds
reaching up to 150 km per hour.'

'The center of the cyclone's
now expected to cross the coast'

'between Bells Beach and Bay
Haven early tomorrow morning.'

'Residents are advised
to prepare for evacuation.'

'What do you wanna do now?'

'I wanna get out of this wet.
I'm freezing.'

- Sorry, mate.
- Anybody been out there?

No one's been out,
no one's going out.

You gotta be
fuckin' crazy, man.

Death-on-a-stick
out there, mate.

Lose something, bro?

Special Agent Utah.
I knew I could count on you.

I've been to
every city in Mexico.

Came across an unclaimed piece
of meat in Baja.

Turned out to be Rosie.

Guess he picked a knife fight
with somebody better.

Found a passport
of yours in Sumatra.

Missed you by
about a week in Fiji.

But I knew you wouldn't miss
a 50-year storm, Bodhi.

Yeah.

Too bad.

You finally get your waves
and it's totally closed out.

Just waiting for my set.

You gotta go down.

You crossed the line and people
trusted you and they died.

Yeah, it went bad.
Went real bad.

Life sure has a sick
sense of humor, doesn't it?

- Still surfing?
- Every day.

Come on, Bodhi.
It's time to go.

You know you gotta
go back with me.

Sorry, my friend.

Come on.

Shit! No!

No!

I told them..

...you'd go quietly.

No!

You know there's no way
I can handle a cage, man.

I don't care.
You gotta go down.

It's gotta be that way.

Okay, man. Okay.

I'm screwed.

I'm gonna go to jail,
and I'll pay

and Johnny Utah
gets his guy. Right?

Good for you.
That's real good.

You're gonna
be a big hero now.

But look at it, Johnny.
Look at it.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity, man.

Just let me go out there, let me
get one wave before you take me.

One wave.

Where am I gonna go, man?

Cliffs on both sides. I'm not
gonna paddle to New Zealand.

My whole life has been
about this moment, Johnny.

Come on, compadre.

Come on.

Come on!

Vaya Con Dios.

- What the fuck, Utah?
- What do think your doing?

- You let him go.
- No, I didn't.

No way. The guy's nuts.

We'll get him
when he comes back in.

He's not coming back.

? Well my dreams
keep on haunting me ?

? Get back let me be
who I wanna be ?

? I'm sick and tired
of getting in my way ?

? I'm sick and tired
of everything I seem I know ?

? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody rides for free ?

? Don't stop to think 'cause
I know where I stand ?

? I'm on my way no you're
not gonna change my plan ?

? If you can break away
and see what I say ?

? You'll understand what's
burning inside of me ?

? I'm sick and tired of talking
about little things ?

? I'm sick and tired
of everyone in my way ?

? Nobody rides for free ?
? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody rides for free ?
? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody rides ?

? Nobody ?
? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody ?

? You've gotta pay to play
So don't you stand in my way ?

? 'Cause nobody
nobody rides for free ?

? Now the water was deep
the current was strong ?

? You thought he could swim
but I guess you were wrong ?

? You sink to the depths
of your misery ?

? Baby the past
will set you free ?

? Nobody rides for free ?
? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody rides for free ?
? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody rides, nobody,
nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody ?
? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody ?
? Nobody rides for free ?

? Nobody rides ??