Under the Boardwalk (1989) - full transcript
Nick Rainwood and Allie Yorpin are a modern day Romeo and Juliet living in southern California, separated by the unbridgeable gulf of their backgrounds and torn between loyalty to their "gangs" and their real desires.
[MUSIC PLAYING - UNDER THE
BOARDWALK]
[radio tuning]
-Bogus swell, brah.
-Huh?
-Totally bogus swell, man.
-Ah Skeeg, you gonna bail on me?
-Nah.
But I'm heavily agged, man.
-Let it rest, brah.
Yo, look at those fucking kids.
SURFER: Yeah.
-Hey, times are
fully changing, brah.
I mean, sooner or
later, there won't
be one lifer left out here.
All knobs and
gremmers and wannabes.
-They heavily don't
have any culture, brah.
Don't they know
nothing about ecology?
-No fucking collective memory.
I mean, where are their heroes?
Ask them-- where are
their Mike Randolphs?
-Yeah.
-Nick Rainwoods?
-Yeah.
-Bad Bruces.
Even the Hojo--
-Hey, wait a minute.
Nick Rainwood?
Who's Nick Rainwood?
-Nick Rainwood.
Oh, come on.
Heavily the best surfer
this beach has ever seen.
-Oh, come on, Rudder.
Better than Jamming Jimmy?
-The best surfer this
beach has ever seen.
-Well, how come I never
heard of this guy before?
-Are you ready for
a righteous story?
I mean, I'm talking 103
minutes with titles, OK?
Are you with me?
-I'm here, dude.
-All right.
Late '80s, man.
-Yeah.
-You remember how it was.
-Oh, yeah.
Whoa!
[music playing]
[music playing]
SURFER 1: Now I'm talking
So-Cal before the big one.
Back when there was
intelligent life
on the other side of the hill.
Back then, Nick Rainwood
was one of gnarliest.
And I use gnarly sparingly.
He was one of the best surfers
this side of the North Shore.
MIDAS: Nick!
[shouting]
-Let's take them down.
Totally essential to the sport.
-Last time, Midas.
-That ungratefull
little shit's going
to leave me alone
to run the store.
Blue.
Drives the women nuts.
-I told you to put up
the "Help Wanted" sign.
-Do you think this is
about business, man?
Hell, no.
This wasn't about business.
This was a relationship, man.
We were talking relationship.
$5.95.
What are you going to do?
You going to go to Stanford?
What are they
going to teach you?
That's a good call, dude.
You know, what are they
going to teach you, huh?
Art?
Ceramics?
Crocheting?
-Liberal arts.
-What's that, man?
That's liberal shit, man.
Stay on here.
Hey, I mean it.
I'll make you a
fucking surfing guru.
-Midas.
MIDAS: What?
All right.
You want to make
something of yourself?
You and me, man.
We'll take the money
for your scholarship.
We'll buy two one-ways.
We'll live like kings
on the North Shore.
We'll surf the
fricking 15 footers.
We'll jump the local broads.
We'll get crabs.
We'll die young, huh?
Take it easy.
Come back.
NICK: You think I can do it?
-Do what, man?
-Take the compo this year.
Get enough money
to stay and surf.
Maybe draw a sponsorship.
-What about school?
-You just told me to
forget about school.
-I don't know.
Compos are bad news.
Board banging's not
about the money.
It's not about the women.
It's not about the fighting.
It's the moment, man.
That's what it's about.
-The moment?
-Last lesson.
There's a time, man, a moment.
Maybe it's just a split second.
Maybe it's an hour.
But it's just you
and the wave, man.
It's just you and the wave.
It's like-- it's like that.
And there's nothing else.
That's what it's about.
It's not about the shit.
It's not about the money.
It's just the moment.
-Yeah.
I wish it was that simple.
-Come here, man.
Come here.
Remember when you first
started working here,
I showed you this.
You got all choked up?
-Yeah.
The stick from "Apocalypse Now."
-It's one of five, man.
It's one of only five.
You know, I've never
opened this case.
Always wanted this
stick to last.
I've never taken it out.
I've never even touched it.
I want you have it, man.
-Oh, no, no, no, no.
-Hey, it's just dying in here.
A stick was meant to be rode.
Now would you get
out of here before I
give you my whole fucking shop?
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER): Now
the whole thing broke over
72 hours, a weekend
when everything
seemed to hit the fan.
A lot of the shit came from
a raspy little beach house
where Mrs. Yorpin and her two
kids Allie and Reef lived.
Now Mrs. Yorpin was fully spun.
Kind of '60s, but
cool for a mom.
-Reef.
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER): Now Andy,
Allie's and Reef's cousin,
was this registered knob
touristing from the farmland
somewhere.
Going to join the Navy.
Be some kind of top gonad.
-Reef.
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER):
To the dudes,
Reef Yorpin was one
unpredictable mother.
Serious about his sport.
Had big ideas.
I mean, a righteous rider.
Plenty of style, but sketchy.
Now if you ask the chicks,
well, let me put it this way.
They were just crawling out of
the woodwork to wax his board.
ALLIE: Joan.
What are you doing?
-I'm going to die.
I swear.
Allie.
Your brother.
He's a hunk.
-That's what he tells me.
JOAN: You know he
called Jackson out.
-How nice.
-He had to go to
the emergency room.
12 stitches.
Do you think Reef
would ask me to dance?
I mean, of course, if I
change my whole image.
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER):
Now, Allie was
a whole different
wave from Reef.
Fully smart, a rad artist.
Not merched out, though,
like some new Porsche
asshole with a fucking beret.
JOAN: Oh god, what if I ask him
to dance and he laughed at me,
or something?
Allie.
Help me?
-All right You
know what you need?
The perfect song.
-Dang.
-Hey, I don't want
to hear about it.
Look, I've got a date
with Brad tonight,
so I want you to take Andy--
-Sorry, brah, I got a
party myself tonight.
-I'm not your brah,
I'm your ma, and you
are going to party with
Andy tonight, understand?
-Mom, the guys will
have a total shit fit
if they see me
hanging out with--
-No arguments, OK?
Just do it.
-What, are you kidding me, Mom?
Huh?
Well, why can't Allie
take care of Gomer?
This is between my
mom and me, all right.
Huh?
Could you get that, please?
-Sure.
-Reef!
-What about Allie?
-I want you to help out a
little bit more around here.
-Mom, the compo's tomorrow, man.
I mean, like I got to soak up.
-Andy can help you.
Andy.
Reef just invited you
to a big party tonight.
How does that sound?
Go on.
He'll cool off.
LAPPS: Half an hour
late, Rainwood.
Thought you bailed on us.
Most important weekend
of the year, dude.
-Hey, some of us do
work for a living.
-Hey, you know, I
heard about that.
Something the poor do.
-Oh, man.
Condition of this thing, man.
You better keep that night job.
-Hey.
That's a Country
Squire wagon, dude.
Classic.
-Hey, we can always
take one of your cars.
-Joking.
Last time some dude totally
thrashed my tires, man.
-Hey, the turbo's out
on the Porsche, bud.
-Hey, you're breaking my heart.
Yeah, was that it?
Are you ready?
-Am I ready?
Are you ready?
Are you brothers ready for
a weekend of killer surf?
-Oh, yeah.
-Shit-faced drinking and
non-stop fornication?
-Yeah!
-Do I hear an "amen?"
-Amen.
-Amen.
-Do I hear an amen?
-Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
-Amen!
-We're out of here.
-Gentlemen, take a bow.
-Oh, jeez.
-Don't touch that.
You're looking at
the best god damn
surfer in Southern
California, bud.
Me.
After I win that $5,000
at the compo this Sunday,
I'm turning pro.
And I'm bailing this shit hole.
See what these are?
So many riders I've
put in the E Room.
Let me tell you how it is, bud.
My friends are coming over
here in a couple minutes.
And they don't take
the knobs the way I do.
So you're just going to
have to stay in the bathroom
until they leave.
Comprender?
ALLIE: Ask him about surfing.
Then you'll have him forever.
JOAN: Jeez, don't you think
I have enough to worry about?
ALLIE: Just don't
step on his feet.
-Oh, it's nothing.
You look great, too.
-I just love this song.
-Just don't push it.
Let the guy say something first.
-Well, what if he doesn't?
-Oh, just be patient.
Come on, Joan, don't be nervous.
-It's just a surfboard.
I'm already sweating.
How do you like these?
-No.
-Why don't you go to
the party tonight?
I mean, you're
great at this stuff.
You know, I bet you get
a guy just like that.
-I don't want a
guy just like that.
-You Don't
-No.
-Well, what do you want?
-I know what I don't want.
-What?
-Another surfer.
-brah, you're taking this
car stuff way too seriously.
-Ah, ah, ah.
Babes, port.
-Oh, good from far
but far from good.
-Yeah.
-Breaking up is
hard to do, brah.
-Yeah, well, I can't
surf the rest of my life.
-Why not?
-Hey, I might be able to get
you a job with my father.
He's giving me 1,000 beaucoup
bucks for every movie idea
I come up with.
-He, he.
Thanks, Lapps.
-You know, that's the
perfect job for somebody
who doesn't give a shit
about the future, man.
-Bullshit.
I've seen "Star Wars" 10 times.
Nick, I'm your father, Nick.
-No, you see, Nick doesn't
want to end up a losers
like the rest of us,
huh, Nicky buddy?
-Hey, Marone, get off it, huh?
-Huh, huh.
Babes starboard.
-Blondies.
Blondie.
-Blondie.
Blondie, blondie.
-Blondie, hey, whoa!
-Hey cutie.
-You just got to do what
makes you feel good, bro.
They drop the big one tomorrow,
we don't got a future.
-Yeah, well, ah, what if
they don't drop the big one?
-Party at the Lapps mansion.
Yeah.
-Whoa, whoa!
-Once we get to the room.
-Oh, please.
-Tripper didn't call shit, man.
-I did, too, man.
-Will you shut the door?
What do you mean, he
didn't call shit, man?
-Yeah, wait until he shows you.
-It's more than you,
you fucking zister.
-Stop knobbing around.
Say it.
-Come on, man, show
me something major.
That's it.
-I told you we'd hear it, man.
-This is it.
-Yeah.
-Oh my god, wow.
You're kidding me.
I mean, brothers, this
thing's fully bowed, man.
I mean, what we
talk about, right?
You check your
parent's dash midweek.
You know, you don't
come trucking to me
with that little
bind bag, all right?
And you haired it, Backwash.
I mean, come on.
This salts me, man.
But this-- this is
what I'm talking about.
-Ah, going out tonight, Andy?
-Oh, oh.
Hi, Allie.
Um, oh, yeah, yeah,
Reef's, um, Reef's
going to take me to a
beach party tonight.
-Reef?
-Uh-huh.
Well, ah, I don't think
he really wants to.
[BOYS TALKING ON OTHER SIDE OF
WALL]
-Can you understand them?
-Well, the animals are restless.
-I take the wave
really fine, right.
This guy comes after
me with a skag.
-No.
-So I roust him fully, right?
He ends up in the E Room, man,
selling Buicks of the lot, bro.
-OK, um, this guy went
after him with a knife,
but he beat him up and the guy
ended up in the emergency room
with dry heaves.
-Reef, brah.
-What?
I'm so fully amped.
-Really excited.
BACKWASH: Reef, let's
book with the bud.
-Leave quickly.
-Chill out, Backwash.
You'll probably get
rousted by knobs, huh?
-Relax.
Do you want to get
hassled by, in ah, knobs.
-Book the cool with Tripper.
-Um, we'll hide the
pot with Tripper.
BACKWASH: No, man.
-Cool?
-Pot.
BACKWASH: Hey Reef,
TLU going tonight?
-Huh?
-TLU.
-Sexy girl, a tight little unit.
-Her?
Fuck her noise, man.
She has guac in her pink box.
They'll be a march
before she party's, man.
-They have guac, would march--
-Forget it.
BACKWASH: What do you say we
change the scenery, huh, brah?
Hey, Tripper, the bag.
Whoa.
-They're booking.
-Right.
Wait, wasn't Reef taking you?
-Hi, Allie.
-Where's my brother, Backwash?
-My father works in
the missile silo.
-Is Reef coming back?
-He said I could bring
anybody I want to see them.
-I think I'd rather watch
you, Andy, I'm sorry.
-He's the one who's
supposed to push the button.
-Do you really want
to go to this party?
-Um, hey, look,
don't worry about me.
Just forget it,
I mean, I'm fine.
-No, you're going.
Yeah, let me get dressed.
[knock on door]
SURFER 1: There was always
this heavily amped-out party
on the beach the
night before the compo
full of righteous dudes
and knocked-out babes,
bona fide board busters.
Definitely worth
a wheeze or two.
-So why are you
joining the navy?
-Um, well, my
brothers did, my Dad,
it's sort of a family thing.
You know.
-But do you want to?
-Well, yeah.
Look, it's quick a tattoo.
-How old you, anyway?
-18.
Well, in three weeks.
-Move it, wimp.
-Get out of the way, asshole.
-What the hell?
-I wouldn't stare too long.
They're hostile to strangers.
-Hey, have a beer.
[singing]
-Surfers for Christ.
-You know, man, when I
used to sit in the sand
and envelope myself in
the whole Pacific-ness,
I could feel the wave crest
psychedelically vibrate
and cosmetically register
with some kind of turbulence.
That was the then-ness
of it, but the force
is flat because of the now-ness.
-Ancients.
Uh, they always talk like that.
SURFER DUDE 3: But it's
time for the new Gidget.
-She got heavier, man.
-Hey Reef.
It's Reef.
-Hi, Reef.
-Who's that?
-Oh, that's Gitch.
-Gitch?
-Yeah.
I don't know her real name.
That's what everybody calls her.
-Hey Gitch, how about a--
-Get the fuck away from me, now.
-Ha, ha.
Oh.
-Hot girl, hot fish.
Gitch.
So, ah, you want to dance?
-Allie, you're here.
What's going on?
-Darn it, Joan, did you ask him?
-I can't.
Everything's going
wrong tonight.
-She didn't even talk to him.
JOAN: Why are you
telling her that?
DONNA: Well, you didn't.
JOAN: It's just that,
I need the right--
-This is my cousin Andy.
-Hi.
-I swear I was going to.
I swear I was.
-Just ask him to dance.
-Well, the music.
It's got to be just right.
-I'd dance with Tripper.
-Big fucking deal, Donna.
-All right, if I take care of
the music, will you ask him?
-She won't.
-I will to.
-No, you won't.
You've been here all night,
you haven't even talked to him.
-I just haven't had
the right moment.
-Well, what's the big deal?
-Nice to meet you.
-I just--
-Who's that?
-What's this
Tripper bit, anyway?
-Come on.
You're going to go dance
with him right now.
-Meet me at the
pier in two minutes.
TRIPPER: Hey.
Hey.
All right, come on, set me up.
Set me up.
-Dude.
-Man, there are a lot
of knobs here, brah.
-Hey, you listen to me?
-[inaudible], right?
OK.
-Done, brah.
-All right.
Get out of here.
-I'm looking for
a song for Joan.
-Nice.
-Ladies and gentlemen, pick
the blondie of your choice.
-Hey, hey.
-Allie.
-Yeah?
-Are they amping to
be fully guacked?
-Yeah.
LAPPS: Hey, College boy.
You're missing it, dude.
-Yeah.
ANDY: Allie, how about this?
-Ah, yeah, yeah.
ANDY: I'll put it on.
[dance music playing]
-I'll be right back.
-Allie, should I play it?
-He's a movie producer.
Yeah.
I can get you an interview
with him, because, you know,
he's my dad.
He does lots of
films-- I help him.
-Let's samba.
-Oh, no, I--
-Hey, whoa.
-Ooh, sorry.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-I saw you from over there.
-Yeah.
-You want to dance?
-Sure.
Yeah.
-This is Cage Phillips.
-Hi.
-Well, ladies,
what do you think?
-Come on, why should we?
We don't even know you guys.
-Yeah, see, by you do.
We're the guys you're going
to party with tonight.
-That's right.
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah.
-Where?
-Where?
Where.
-Yeah, where?
-Uh, the penthouse.
-The penthouse.
-You guys have a penthouse?
-We've got a penthouse.
It's on the beach.
It's got a real great
view of the sunrise.
-It's just like a movie.
-Uh huh.
-It's like you going off to
the war, and I'm this nurse,
and I say, "I'll wait
for you, Tripper."
But we know we'll never
see each other ever again.
[music stops abruptly]
MAN: Hey, what are you doing?
Get out of here!
[jeers from crowd]
Put on the music!
-Were you at the
Campo last year?
-Yeah.
Were you?
-Yeah.
And the year before that,
and the year before that.
-So you live around here?
-Not-- not too far.
You?
-Not too far.
-Tripper?
-Yeah?
-Are you sick?
-Uh huh.
-Tripper.
Are you safe?
-Yeah.
They're in the pack.
Where's the pack?
Oh no.
Reef is gonna kill me.
-This is the line that
connects you and I.
-So your dad's a movie producer.
What do you do?
-Well, Dad pays me for
my high concept ideas--
-Lapps.
-I come up with these
fantastic ideas--
-Lapps, Cage.
Lapps-- blondie, please.
-What?
What?
-Look at Nick, man.
-So what?
He's dancing.
-Look who he's dancing with.
-That's Yorpin's sister, man.
MAN IN HELICOPTER:
You are in violation
of city and county law.
-Get lost!
MAN IN HELICOPTER: Fires
are prohibited on the beach.
Put out the fire and leave.
We have weapons.
-Reef.
You got that pack, right?
-What, man?
-You came and got
the pack, right?
-Are you kidding me, man?
I gave it to you, brah.
Where is it?
I said where is it, man?
-There's so many
knobs around here,
I don't know where it is--
-Who's got it?
-Who's got it?
-There are so many--
-Who's got it?
-Those Vals.
They got it.
-Dudes, hey.
Hey.
Bro, get on the other
side of Nick and stand by.
-Fast!
-Right.
-Yeah!
-Come on, let's go, Lapps.
-Where is it, asshole?
-Hey, back off, man.
-Don't, Reef.
I mean it.
-Shut up.
Where is it?
I said where is it, man?
-Where's what?
-The pack, man.
-Pac-Man?
Pac-Man!
Wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka!
-You guys think you can just
cross the line like that?
You're real funny,
bunch of comedians, huh?
-Hey we didn't do anything.
-Why don't you get the
fuck off our beach?
-It's a free country, fuck face.
-Fuck you!
-Hey.
Hey, it's a fight!
Gang fight!
MAN IN CIRCLE: We
thank you for the sun
you give us to dry our souls.
And for that--
-You're kidding me.
Bug off!
-See that fight?
-Yeah, man, but that
ain't no big deal.
You should have been down
here the day that the Malibu
Masochists took on 24
hoe-dads from El Monte.
-He bit four guys' ears off!
-That was a fight.
It's a cub scout
meeting over here.
[police sirens]
POLICEMAN: Move out!
Hold it right there.
Just shut up.
All right, put him in the back.
You got the right
to remain silent--
-Just try it, punk!
GIRL: You goddamn motherfucking
anal-retentive bigots!
When are you gearheads going to
realize I wasn't in that fight?
I wasn't in the fight.
I really wasn't.
Hey.
Where's my stick?
If there's on scratch
on it, it's your life.
You fascists.
What are you staring at?
-Nothing.
-Then stop it.
POLICEMAN: Do you hear me?
You sit down there, miss.
Come on.
[phone ringing]
[loud music playing]
ANDY (VOICEOVER): Just
because the cops bagged
the fiesta didn't mean
the party had to stop.
Because whenever Allie's mom
was out for a noche grande,
Reef would open the house
for some amped-out chaos.
-96, 97, 98, 99, 100!
-Where's Andy?
Reef, where's Andy?
-Shit, I don't know.
He's probably
sleeping in my room.
-Oh, hi, Allie.
-Hi.
-You throw a great party.
-I thought you locked the door.
-So did I. But I guess not.
-Why were you dancing
with that guy?
-None of your business.
-Bullshit!
First of all, he's
Nick Rainwood, man.
And second of all,
he's a fucking Val.
And he's the biggest asshole
I've ever met in my life.
-Wait a second.
Who started that fight?
-Yeah, who crashed the
party and stole my pot?
-Oh, and was that the pot
you stole from Mom's drawer?
-Yeah, what do you know, right?
What I'm telling you is,
you start pissing around
with the Vals, don't expect
us to wease in on it.
Your little friends bail on
you, what are you gonna do?
Move to the fucking Valley?
Huh?
I'm telling you this shit
because I'm your brother.
-You sound more like my father.
-Well the shit you
putt, you need a father.
-Fuck off.
-No, you fuck off.
All right, I'm sick and tired
of you and Ma treating me
like I'm some kind
of fucking animal.
-Don't touch me again.
-Great party.
-Where you going?
Huh?
Get the fuck out of here, man.
Fuck you, man!
-Hey, Skeeter.
Skeeter, how you doing?
What did they do to you?
Hey, come on, let's
go for a walk.
NICK: I got your numbers.
Um, I'm gonna be back
in just a sec, OK?
-'K.
BLOND GIRL: You know, this
is some beach penthouse.
LAPP: It is.
We have the ocean here.
We've got some killer drinks--
NICK: I am coming back.
I promise you.
Dude.
You are missing it, man.
You've gotta check
it out up there.
We have scored big time.
I'm not kidding you.
So, what, are you you gonna
leave Monday, or what?
-Scholarship is
use it or lose it.
-Man, I don't
understand you at all.
You like the beach, right?
You live to surf.
You don't got beach and
surf in college, do you?
You've got books and teachers.
That's a trade off
you want to make?
I don't think so.
It's not going to be the same
around here without you, bro.
[laughter above]
-Told you.
-Hey Cage.
That girl I was dancing with.
What about her?
-It's Reef's girlfriend?
-No.
-Are you sure?
Because the way she was
talking to him-- what?
-That's his sister, man.
-Oh, shit.
-It's too bad, huh?
-Too bad?
-Too bad she's a Loc.
-What do you think those are?
-Oh, shit-- one boff,
they're off, man.
I saw the way you
were looking at her.
It was different.
Locs and Vals don't mix.
It's a waste of your time, man.
It's not worth it, all right?
It's screwed before
you even get started.
Come on.
There's a girl up there
that's got your name on her.
Come on, guy.
Dude.
Come on.
[classical music playing]
SURFER 1: The next morning was
fully check-it-out tasty, bro.
The wind was low,
surf was up, the knobs
booked it to Disneyland.
In a word, it was off the face.
It was day one of the
prelims, back when
you had one chance
to show your stuff.
It was shred or be
shredded, you know?
Anyway, there were 30
minute heats, five of them,
so only five riders
tripped it to the finals.
Say you drew and amped
rider in your heat?
You were fucked, right?
Man, it didn't matter
how much you'd partied,
or how guaced your
brain was, 'cause
when the AM rolled around,
whether or not you were selling
Buicks by the pint, you'd
be working greeners.
SURFER 2: Hey brah, where'd
you say the knobs went?
SURFER 1: Knobs?
They booked it to Disneyland.
SURFER 2: Good place for 'em.
SURFER 1: No shit.
-Rise and shine, boys.
Get up.
Marone.
Hey, dude.
-Cage, let's get
some donuts, man.
Glazed, chocolate filled.
What-- oh my god.
Are they dead?
-No.
Cool.
-I just had this dream
that we were surfing,
you know, all four of us.
But surfing was like this thing
that you do in a bowling alley.
-Bowling alley?
-Yeah.
And there were all these
lanes of waves and everything.
And you had to rent
them to use them,
and we had to wear those shoes.
And we were all wearing
those bogus shirts, man,
with like Gomez and Maynard.
-Come on.
-And dude.
Dude, you were bald
in my dream, man.
You were the Kojak surfer
in my dream, buddy.
-Surf's that way, bud.
-Yeah, thanks.
-Surfing and bowling.
Bowling.
-Do you have my shoe?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
We've got company.
-Reef.
Hey.
Hey man.
-What did you find out, bro?
-You're in the
third heat, us too.
-It's a big ocean.
-So anyone else?
-Gitch in the fourth heat.
-Gitch?
From what I hear, brah,
she's fully out of it, man.
-I don't know.
Why did the surf
punk cross the road?
-Because he was
stapled to a chicken.
-Hey Andy.
Buddy.
You gotta work on that laugh?
Don't you have any jokes
out there in the sticks?
-No.
-Well what do you do out there?
You've got to do
something for fun.
-Yeah.
There's cow-tipping.
-Cow what?
-Cow-tipping.
I swear, you go out into the
fields, where the cows are,
where the cows are grazing--
-This better not be disgusting.
-No.
No no no.
You go out there, you
get about a dozen guys,
and you push the cows over.
They fall onto
their backs, moo--
-Time for your wake-up
call, gentlemen.
-Shit!
I gotta get going.
Hey.
Where's Trap?
Are you deaf?
-Yum yum.
-I said, where's Trap?
BUM: Good morning!
-Who are you?
Get out of my way.
Oh, god.
What are you, the sound man?
Are you the sound man?
Work with me.
Did you go home fourth in this?
BUM: Shakespeare said, all--
-You're going to attend?
Good.
What's your name, honey?
Jenny.
J--
-All right.
Chicks, dudes, sand fleas.
[jeers from crowd]
Thank you so much.
Your friend reported here,
for the fourth annual--
[boos from crowd]
MAN IN CROWD: Go
home, shit head!
-All right, that's enough.
I'm a celebrity, damnit.
Treat me like one!
OK.
Ha ha ha.
-Well you're becoming
a regular beach bunny.
-Yeah.
When did you get so
interested in surfing?
-Maybe she's
interested in someone
who's interested in surfing?
Hmm?
-Oh, no.
She's sick of surfers.
-Oh, really?
-Uh huh.
Good morning to you, too.
ANNOUNCER: We're ready
to begin the first heat.
-Where's a tidal wave
when you really want one?
All right, my people.
I love you, I love you all.
So, will the contestants please
proceed to the starting line
now.
[burp]
-OK, guys.
15 seconds.
ANNOUNCER: In our first heat,
we have McDonald in blue,
Leghorn in yellow, Rainwood
in orange, Carroll in black,
and Stevens in gray.
What a colorful group, huh?
-Come on.
[horn sounds]
[MUSIC -- THE SWEET, "BALLROOM
BLITZ"]
-That's my buddy.
-Wow!
Man, did you see that?
Did you see that guy wipe out?
Wow.
-Man, that's nothing, man.
I hit the pier so hard
once it took me five years
to get the barnacles
out of my teeth.
That was a wipeout.
[horn sounds]
ANNOUNCER:
Unofficially, Rainwood
has the points standing
in the first heat.
Hey, let's hear it
for him, everybody.
-All right.
All right, man, you're OK.
-Good one.
All right.
-Hey, Marone.
-Hey, nice wave, man.
You got lucky.
-Lucky?
Man, you know I'm
always in control.
-You had to be to give me
some competition tomorrow.
-Just rip it up today.
-Top dog.
ANNOUNCER: The judging
is now complete.
Rainwood places first, Carroll
second, and Stevens third.
That moves Rainwood to the
finals, ladies and gentlemen.
He's our first
contestant in the finals.
Heat number two will
be in three minutes.
-Hello, Nick.
-Hey.
-Hi, I'm Hap Jordan.
-Hap Jordan, yeah.
'67 through '71,
West Coast champ.
Took Australia in '72.
-Ancient history.
Now I'm resident of
Ocean Floor Beachwear.
You did some really
insane surfing out there.
Totally impressive.
-Thank you.
-You know, I'd be very
interested in your reaction
to me new clothing line.
You wear like, a
large shirt, right?
-Right.
-Waist 32, 33?
-30.
-Got a favorite color?
-Yeah, red.
Have fun with these.
I think it'd be a
great look for you.
In fact, why don't you
try them out tonight
at the ocean four party?
You'll be there, right?
-Yeah, well--
-My number's in this bag.
I'm very interested in
what you think, Nick.
I'll, uh, see you tonight, huh?
-Pleasure to meet
you, Mr. Jordan.
-Likewise.
GITCH: Hey, it's about time.
I'm really getting
fed up with this.
-You should have thought of that
before you slung at Henderson.
-The guys' a Dick.
-The man is a police officer.
-That's what I said.
[laughing]
[snorting]
-You will apologize
to Henderson,
and I'll consider
dropping the charges.
-My friend too?
[indistinct speech]
-Hey.
-Great car.
-Yeah.
I've outgrown it.
-No, I like it.
It's sort of, um--
-Valish.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, you've got enough boards?
-Well, I work in a surf shop.
And, uh, each board
does have a purpose.
That one's for one.
The one inside the compo,
that's for the money.
And the third one,
a friend gave me.
You surf?
-No.
I hate it.
Sort of.
-What?
Sort of, or really?
-Really.
Um, it's like hating
David Letterman,
or tennis shoes with
Velcro, or floppy disks,
or-- or plastic watches.
-Generic food?
-Love it.
-Creamed corn?
[both laughing]
-Or paintings of clowns?
-No, Elvis.
Black velvet Elvis paintings.
--[laughs] Elvis,
the Vegas years.
-Yeah.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
I have a message
for the owner of a blue
Chevrolet, license number 55--
-Hey, out of the way.
-Gitch.
-Gitch.
-Anderson.
-Anderson.
-What are you doing?
-I'm looking.
-Hurry up.
Hey, And, get over here.
-Oh.
-Oh, yeah.
Anderson.
But, uh, listen, when we
accepted your application,
you didn't say
anything about, uh--
-Having tits?
Huh?
-Well, yeah.
-Show me the rule
right fucking now.
MAN: Hey, Gitch--
-Back off.
-Ow.
-Look, I'll talk
to the judge, OK?
-Well?
-You didn't say anything
about having balls either.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
Last year's runner-up,
local beach hero Reef
Yorpin, is wracking
up points, ladies and gentlemen.
Look at him go.
[cheering]
-Reef All right, Reef.
-Yeah!
Come on.
[applause]
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Oh, my.
It's getting rough out there.
-Heh.
-So who's your idol?
-Uh, Kerouac.
-The writer?
-Yeah.
The writer.
John Kerouac.
What, do you think I don't read?
-I hate Kerouac.
Where do you want to go?
-Um, well, just to
visit, go to Australia.
-Mm.
Predictable.
Reef wants to go there.
-Oh, predictable.
Well, where would
you like to go?
And I don't mean just to visit.
I mean somewhere in
the world, anywhere,
that you'd like to live.
Pick a place.
-Paris.
--[scoffs] Like I haven't
heard that a hundred times?
What are you going
to do in Paris?
-Come on.
I'll show you.
-Gonna sit here all day, Valley?
Huh, boy?
-Hey, man, I'll see you
at the finals, fuck face.
-Yeah.
Get it, Backwash?
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Oh.
Marone in the yellow
takes a nasty fall.
Tough break.
-Son of a bitch.
Kids in trouble.
[indistinct chatter]
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
And Yorpin looks
like he's caught a good one.
Woah.
-He's gonna need some help.
-[coughing]
-[hacking]
-It's gonna be all right.
It'll be all right.
[indistinct chatter]
-My arm.
Let go of my arm.
-Relax.
Relax.
Relax.
Take it easy.
MAN: Is he all right?
MAN: Everything will be cool.
-Oh, jeez.
MAN: Come on, people.
Step back and away
from the truck.
-So you brought me out
here to feed the seagulls?
-Yeah.
-Or watch whales?
Which one is it?
-What, is this a
long walk for you?
-[chuckles] No.
-Oh.
-What?
-Look up.
Well?
-I like it.
ALLIE: Good.
I did it.
-You did that?
-Yeah.
-No way.
You did that?
It's good.
So that's what you do?
You paint?
-Yeah.
Well, I mean, it's
what I want to do.
-You don't call that doing it?
-Well, here, it gets
painted over with graffiti.
-So, Paris.
-Maybe someday.
-It's tough to leave, isn't it?
But you've got to give it a try.
You gotta give it a shot.
Allie, I'm leaving this week.
School's starting
up at Stanford.
-Oh.
That's great.
Congratulations.
-Yeah?
-Well, we don't have
a lot of time then.
-No, we don't.
Do we?
-Uh-uh.
-Well, then let's go.
-OK.
[laughs] Which way?
BOY: I don't know.
ALLIE: OK.
[crowd chatter]
-Yeah, thanks.
They charge a dick.
-They don't want my dick, bro.
[both laughing]
-Cool, man.
-No one was even close, bro.
-Unbelievable.
I owe you one, bro.
-Reef, man.
That-- that was the
hottest wave, brah, air.
-The Val.
E-room, brah.
E-room.
Get the board.
-All right get the T
-What does this make?
Makes 12 Vals.
-There's your six pack.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Only
two minutes into the fourth,
and already, the only chick
out there has taken command.
-The only chick, bro?
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Oh, lovely.
Gitch Anderson,
ladies and gentlemen.
-Go Gitch.
She's got it.
Go.
Oh, faster.
Keep going.
Keep going.
Go.
Go.
Go.
Faster.
Yes.
[cheering]
-Man, I thought you
said she was out of it.
-She is out of it.
MAN: Hey, asshole.
-What's you problem?
-You fucking lutz.
What's the shit you
pulled with Marone, huh?
-He was in the way, man.
What do you expect?
-You're a fucking liar.
He didn't get in the way.
It was totally his way.
-I said he was in the way, man.
-Motherfucker.
-Hey.
-Relax, man.
MAN:Yo, check that
shit out over there.
-You gearheads want
to finish this?
-Fucking right, we do, man.
-Cool.
How about the garage tonight
behind the surf club, huh?
-We're there.
-Yeah.
If you can find it.
-We'll be there.
-Let's see if you show.
-Fuck you, asshole.
-[chuckling]
Come on, boss.
[laughing]
-Well, you're real cute.
Real fucking cute, man.
-Come on, man.
Let's check on Marone.
-Where's Nick, huh?
-I don't know where Nick is.
-Some bud he is, huh?
Bunch of fucks.
Hey, no problem tonight, man.
JORDAN: Reef.
Reef.
Hi.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Jordan.
Pleasure to meet you.
-How you doing?
-Insane surfing out there, man.
Totally impressive.
-(SINGING) Baby.
What do you call that, huh?
[panting]
-Woo.
-Here.
-Ugh.
-It's so silly.
-What?
-The sunset.
Us standing here.
-Like a Sears catalog.
-[laughing] Oh, I got it.
Young yuppies in love.
-Looking toward the future.
-[laughs] Which way?
This way?
-No.
Thataway.
-That.
Thataway.
-So what are we doing tonight?
-I don't know.
There's a dance.
-You want to go?
-Do we have to stay long?
-Nah.
-Then I'd love to.
[both giggling]
[music playing]
[shouting]
[singing]
-Hey, Babe.
You got some beers?
-Gnarly loud band, huh?
WOMAN: No, I wanna dance.
-Loud band?
You call that a loud band?
Did you know I was in a band?
-No.
-1965, I was in a band.
I was the band.
BAND: [singing]
-Andy.
-Allie.
Dance.
-OK.
[laughs] All right.
Oh, hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
-No wait.
I think you know Gitch.
Gitch, come on over here.
-Hi.
You've got a great cousin.
-Thanks.
Uh, uh, this is Nick.
-Yeah.
We're in the finals together.
-Hey.
Yeah, good luck to you.
GITCH: Yeah, you
think you're hot.
Good luck.
-Hey, bro.
-Brah.
Brah.
-Right, right, right.
-[screaming]
[applause]
[breaking glass]
[cheering, shouting]
-Well, I could use
something cold.
-I'll go.
-Me too.
-Uh, hey, And?
Get me one of those lights, huh?
-Hey. [clicks tongue]
You're fine.
-I love it when he does that.
-So, how did you and Andy meet?
-Oh, I met him this
morning in jail.
-Oh.
-Look, I'm gonna go sit down.
-Gitch is nice.
-Yeah, she's a good slut.
-A what?
-Oh, wait.
Maybe I have that wrong.
Slut's a girl who's
a friend, right?
-Yeah, but you don't
use it like that.
-Right.
-You surf?
-No, but I'd like to.
-So?
-Well, uh, I don't
have a lot of time.
I'm joining the navy soon.
-Yeah?
How old are you?
-18.
Like, in three weeks.
-MAN: All right.
-Joan, hi.
Did you--
-Haven't you--
-No, you go ahead.
-Have you seen Reef?
-No.
Did you see Chipper?
[laughing]
-Well, I guess
it's request time.
[applause]
--[laughing] This
is for Reef Yorpin.
Hey, the customer's
always right.
Hit it.
[crowd chattering]
[music playing]
[band singing]
[crowd chattering]
MAN: What is this?
-OK.
Come on.
Let's go look for him.
-(SINGING) And we'll
have everything.
[crowd shouting]
-[shouting]
[playing guitars]
[shouting, chanting]
[screaming]
-Listen, would you excuse me?
Thanks.
Hey, Nick.
-Hey.
-I'm really glad to see you.
You've got great timing.
What's your friend's name?
-Uh, Andy.
-Andy.
Would you honor an
ancient and give me
about 47 seconds
with our friend here?
-Hey, no problem.
Hey, catch you on the
turn around. [laughing]
-I'm so glad you made it.
I want you to have
a good time tonight.
You deserve it.
-Yo, hey.
How you doing?
Can I have a drink?
You like to dance?
Yeah.
Excuse me, sir, are you deaf?
-So, uh--
-What?
-You couldn't get the pins
out of the new shirts?
You didn't like the threads?
-Ha ha.
No, they're fine.
-Well?
-I don't know.
I'm wearing these tonight.
[chuckles]
-Hey, Nick.
See that kid down there?
-Where?
-The one in the red shirt?
NICK: Yeah.
-He needs excitement.
That's what he's looking for.
Look at him.
And he wants acceptance.
Look around.
That's what they all want.
Acceptance.
He wants to be Nick.
I mean, he can't.
He can do the next best thing.
He can dress like you.
-So this actual live
footage of Okinawa.
No shit, right?
Are you with me?
This is historical.
Because the destruction
of these things,
you know, because
not many people
have actually seen
a megaton warhead.
-So, what do you say?
You'll wear the clothes, right?
-I'll think about it.
-OK.
Well, think about this.
$30,000 a year for as
long as you surf and win.
If you win tomorrow,
Nick, that'll be-- Right.
Anyway, listen.
You have a great time tonight.
I'm glad you came.
I'm counting on you, Nick.
-All right.
-I think you're a winner.
-Good night.
[shouting, cheering]
[shouting]
-We're not going.
He's here.
-I know he's here.
Let's just shine both of them.
Let's buck.
-Don't be a shit.
-Oh, forget it.
-Hey, bro.
-Hey, guys.
You notice anything different?
-Put it on my dad's Visa.
-Man, what the hell happened?
-What else?
-Yeah.
We thought maybe you left
for college a little early.
Huh?
-Are you sure you
don't want to dance.
No.
Thank you.
-Well, you danced with Val.
What?
Now.
-Thank you.
-No problem.
So, whose side are you on?
-In what?
-You're Reef's sister, right?
And that's Nick
Rainwood you're with.
-What?
-The fight.
-If you can manage to
drop your low wench,
meet us in the garage, dude.
[music playing]
[breaking glass]
-All right.
Let's go.
Come on.
-Man, we don't need
that school boy tonight.
We could take him, man.
-Hey.
All right.
-Yeah.
-Yay.
-I knew you'd make it, bro.
-No.
I didn't come here to fight.
-You're here, right?
-Yeah, but I came here to
get you guys, not to fight.
[tires screeching]
-Come on.
-Come on, man.
We're ready.
-Valley boys.
I see that you made it.
Heh.
You guys ready to
settle this, or what?
-We're here to beat the
shit out of some blokes.
-Well, I'm ready for you, man.
Right here, bro.
CAGE: Come on--
-Cage, don't.
I'm telling you, this is stupid.
-You want out, you're out, OK?
Is something wrong?
-Cage, it doesn't stop here.
So you hurt these
guys, then what?
MAN: You're the one that's
going to be hurting asshole.
-Look at what they
did to Marone, huh?
-Oh yeah.
This is going to change things.
-Oh, what are you
kidding here, man?
What, do we got fucking
Gandhi here, man?
-Don't you touch me.
-Hey, watch it, man.
Give it to him.
-Yeah, man.
Come on, man.
Give it to them.
[grunting, slapping]
-Watch it.
[grunting]
-Time for a new
asshole, Rainwood?
[grunting]
[grunting]
[grunting, slapping]
[pounding]
[grunting, slapping]
[gasping]
[grunting]
-Nick?
[grunting]
ALLIE: Nick. (SCREAMING) Nick.
-[grunting]
-Lay off her, Val!
[clanging, grunting]
[coughing]
[panting]
[panting]
[car starting]
[tires screeching]
-Come on, you fuckers.
[tires screeching]
[crash]
[grunting]
[sirens]
-Come on, Reef.
-Come on, Cage.
-All right.
-Come on, damn it.
-Go.
Shit.
-Come on.
Get up, over here.
-Woo.
MAN: Backwash.
Nick?
[sirens]
MAN: Backwash.
MAN: Go, go, go.
[sirens]
-Gitch.
[music playing]
-That's Mr. Ed.
A lot of water, and
that's just what's on top.
The truth-- Mr. Ed
knows the truth.
And you know the thing about
it is that truth has a healing
effect, even when it's
not fully understood.
-I'm being remarkably
good about this.
Most moms would--
well, we won't talk
about what most
moms would do, huh?
What's wrong?
-Nothing.
-Nothing?
Reef comes in, covered with
blood, and he says nothing.
Great communication
in this family.
Some guy, huh?
Listen to your mother--
forget about him.
Hey, last night Brad told me
he's going back to his wife.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-Oh, don't be.
Anyway, do I look
any worse for it?
No.
And what am I going to do?
I'm going to go out and I'm
going to have a good time,
and so are you.
So, come on.
-I'm leaving, you know?
-I know, honey.
-No, I mean it.
-I always knew it'd
be you before Reef.
So come on to the beach
with your old mom.
I feel silly going alone.
Put that cute little green suit
on and let's go have some fun.
Come on!
-Bon appetit, young lady.
-Maybe you shouldn't have
punched out those officers.
I--
-You were about to get the
shit kicked out of you.
-Well, that's their job.
-Well, next time I won't.
Hello!
I got to get out of here!
Will somebody get
me out of here?
-I lost a pool because of you.
Eh, we timed it-- less than
24 hours between arrests.
-You shouldn't be
betting anyway.
-My bet was for less than 12.
-I'm sorry.
You're going to need
a lawyer on this one.
-Please, please--
-Please?
-No.
-Just this once?
-No.
-I won't ever do it again.
I, I promise.
-No.
-Please, daddy?
[toilet flushes]
-Clothes make the man.
NARRATOR: They say
God bailed on Sunday.
Ha, maybe-- but on that Sunday,
God was shredding overtime.
From Zuma to New
Porsche, hell, no local
had seen a swell
like this before.
And this was no merch-soaked
Cal bow breaker.
This was a royal
space time fuck up.
This was every gastro
loc's wet dream.
I mean, some guys were
praying for glass, some guys
hollowness, some guys
speed, even power.
And that day, God listened
to all their prayers.
-You got to answer
for it, Rainwood.
There's no clean slate
in the morning, Bro.
We pick up when we left off.
You got a fucking
problem with that, man?
Huh?
-What, you didn't get
enough last night?
-I say, you got a problem man?
You got a fucking
problem, man, huh?
Come on!
-I got a fucking problem, man!
-Hey, bro, it's fucking
one-on-one, man, huh?
That's why these guys
are here to make sure.
-Well, my problem, you see man,
is, I don't fight exactly fair.
I'm working on that.
I'm really working on that.
Until I beat it, this ain't
going to be a fair fight.
-Let's go, man.
There's no protection
in the water, man.
-Come on, Reef.
-There's protection everywhere.
LAUGHS
-That's good.
What the hell?
Did you start World War
III up here, or what?
-What?
What are you doing here?
-I cam to get my picture taken
with the hot straps of '68.
Shit!
Do you give a damn, or what?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I give a damn, man.
I'm glad.
-I don't want to hurt
your feelings or anything,
but what the fuck
are you wearing?
-Hey, Andy?
Have you seen Allie?
-Uh, not since last night.
-Hey, Nick, remember when we
were talking about me surfing?
I was wondering if, uh--
-Uh, Nick?
---maybe you want to go out--
-Nick!
---and show me some more.
-Hey, Nick.
Hello!
Good to see you.
We should talk.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.
Nice to see you again.
Look, I know you got to rush.
But I just want to let you
know that I met with my team
this morning.
You know, I show
them your look--
very excited, very positive.
They loved it.
The bottom line, we need
an ocean floor figurehead.
Someone we can count on.
Someone like you, Nick.
So, hey, I'm not
just talking about
three measly years here, buddy.
I'm talking about something
that you can count on for life.
We need you, Nick.
We think you're what's
happening today.
Your talent and our
marketing concept,
we could make you a star.
You'll be set for life.
What do you think?
It's great, huh?
Now, all you need to do is
go out there today and win.
We can talk about
the digits later.
Hey, frankly, Nick,
there's no one
out there who can touch you.
Go get 'em.
-Thanks.
-It's all yours.
-Would the five finalists
please make their way
to the starting line
for today's main event?
-Come on!
Let's go!
Come on, let's go!
-Allie!
-No, Nick.
-What do you mean, no?
-I mean I don't want
to talk about it.
-Allie, what you saw last
night, it's not what you think.
-I don't want to hear it!
-This guy's still missing.
-We can't wait long.
We give him one more
minute, then we go.
-It's over?
Why?
-Because we're different.
Because I thought you were
different than some of jerks
around here.
I thought you were
smarter, but you're not.
You're from the other
side of the hill,
but you're just the same.
[starting horn]
[applause]
-Because I own a surfboard?
-No.
There's nothing
wrong with surfing.
It's the constant
fighting between you
and Reef that makes no sense.
Surf all your life!
Just don't be a
surfer all your life.
-Hey, Nick!
You're throwing away a lot more
than this content, Rainwood.
Don't do it!
-Nick!
Come on, bro!
-Nick, what the hell you doing?
-Come on, Nick!
Do it!
-Come on, man!
ANNOUNCER: And Blue
is the first to take
a chance with Mother Nature.
-Come on, man!
-Good luck.
-Let's do it already.
-That's more like it.
All right, Nick.
Good man.
-Give him a chance, OK?
-I'll give him a chance.
Easy, babe.
-That's our guy!
ANNOUNCER: Rainwood has
finally decided to join us.
-Yeah!
-Woo!
-Right on, man!
-Off the top!
Oh!
Woo!
[applause]
-Yeah!
[cheers]
ANNOUNCER: Rainwood's
delayed start
has cost him valuable points.
-Come on, bro!
Give it to 'em, bro!
ANNOUNCER: Well,
it's about time.
Rainwood has finally
chosen his first wave.
[applause]
-Yeah!
-Yeah!
Woo!
[cheers]
ANNOUNCER: Oh, gee.
From the look of the
judging, whoever gets
this last wave may go
home $5,000 richer.
It is that close.
-Just you and me
out here, asshole!
-Hey, back off!
-No more backing off, bud.
No more.
-Man, what is your problem?
When are you going to learn?
What do you want?
-I want your balls,
bro-- or does
my sister already
have them, huh?
[horn blares]
ANNOUNCER: The horn has
sounded for the last ride.
-Yeah, why don't you
come and get them?
-Let's go!
-Come on, Nick!
ANNOUNCER: From my viewpoint,
it's anyone's race.
NARRATOR: Reef on the inside,
trying to keep Nick out,
and Nick sticking
in like a shadow.
But it wasn't just a
battle of strength.
There was a lot more
at stake, and nobody
knew that better than Nick.
So right when they
were on top of the lip,
right when you tuck your
balls and hold your breath,
Nick made his last move--
he turned it south.
[shouts]
-You son of a gun.
-That guy's a loser.
-I would have
fucked him up, man.
-I'd have buried the fucker.
-Hey, hold your rasping
until I'm finished.
NARRATOR: Like I said,
Nick's mind was set.
It didn't matter that
Reef had the wave,
or that Nick looked like
a weez-- not to him.
You see, something had
clicked inside telling
Nick it was the right move.
-The last lesson took.
NARRATOR: Now, Reef didn't
care how he got that wave.
He just knew he was on
his way to the bank.
[cheers]
-Go, Gitch!
Go!
Go!
Go!
NARRATOR: Let me tell you, Gitch
was pulling one great ride.
-You said she was out of it.
-She's not out of it, obviously.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and
gentlemen, please join me
in the judging area
for the presentation
of today's trophies and prizes.
-Gitch, can I get
a picture here?
Guys, picture here?
[cheers]
-I guess I lost.
-No, you didn't.
-What a wuss.
I still can't believe him.
-Hey, man, take it easy on him.
He's going to be OK, bro.
He knows what he wants.
-Want to go watch big Wednesday?
-Hey wait, you guys.
Wa-- how are we getting home?
ANNOUNCER: Hey,
here's our champion.
Yeah!
Gitch!
Hey, let's get her up here.
All right!
-As long as you did what you
had to, man, I got no questions.
-Thanks, Midas.
-Thank god for a little
[inaudible] in the sun.
-Midas?
-Yo?
-Thanks.
[cheers]
-Andy!
Andy!
-Oh, hey Nick.
Sorry about the competition.
-No problem.
Hey, take this.
Learn to surf.
-What?
No, no, I can't take this.
-Andy!
Take care of it.
It's important.
-Thanks a lot!
ANNOUNCER: --Gitch Anderson.
Let's give her a hand!
-All right, Gitch!
ANNOUNCER: Oh, you can
do better than that!
Come on!
She challenged the
rules and she did it!
Let's give her a hand!
Yeah!
-Don't say it.
-I'm not going to say anything.
Hey, it's cool.
-What the hell are
you laughing at, man?
-Uh, you got beat
by a girl, man.
Hey!
I'm just fucking around, Reef!
It's cool.
I'm sorry.
-What are you laughing at?
-Can't help it.
-Thanks.
-Gitch?
Insane surfing.
Totally impressive.
-Fuck off!
Come on.
-I know, I know--
the sun's up here,
but it's nighttime in Europe.
-There's no rest for no one.
[starts singing "amazing grace"]
-Well.
-Well.
-I, uh, I can't stay.
I gotta go.
-I know.
I can't stay, either.
-Which way you going?
-Which way you going?
-[inaudible].
-Yeah.
-What a weez!
-Oh, like I believe that.
-Hey, bro, it's true.
-You know what I think, bro?
I think you got about an OZ
approval on a brain, dude.
What about it, dudes?
-Come on.
Way, bro.
-Hey, hey, where you going, bro?
Hey, bro?
Hey, bro, later days, man.
[laughs]
-See ya later, geeks.
-Hey man, what a, what's a geek?
[MUSIC - THE DRIFTERS, "UNDER
THE BOARDWALK"]
-Papa!
Hi!
-Look, there's daddy.
-There's daddy!
Daddy!
Hi, daddy!
[laughs]
[snorts]
[music - "under the boardwalk"]
BOARDWALK]
[radio tuning]
-Bogus swell, brah.
-Huh?
-Totally bogus swell, man.
-Ah Skeeg, you gonna bail on me?
-Nah.
But I'm heavily agged, man.
-Let it rest, brah.
Yo, look at those fucking kids.
SURFER: Yeah.
-Hey, times are
fully changing, brah.
I mean, sooner or
later, there won't
be one lifer left out here.
All knobs and
gremmers and wannabes.
-They heavily don't
have any culture, brah.
Don't they know
nothing about ecology?
-No fucking collective memory.
I mean, where are their heroes?
Ask them-- where are
their Mike Randolphs?
-Yeah.
-Nick Rainwoods?
-Yeah.
-Bad Bruces.
Even the Hojo--
-Hey, wait a minute.
Nick Rainwood?
Who's Nick Rainwood?
-Nick Rainwood.
Oh, come on.
Heavily the best surfer
this beach has ever seen.
-Oh, come on, Rudder.
Better than Jamming Jimmy?
-The best surfer this
beach has ever seen.
-Well, how come I never
heard of this guy before?
-Are you ready for
a righteous story?
I mean, I'm talking 103
minutes with titles, OK?
Are you with me?
-I'm here, dude.
-All right.
Late '80s, man.
-Yeah.
-You remember how it was.
-Oh, yeah.
Whoa!
[music playing]
[music playing]
SURFER 1: Now I'm talking
So-Cal before the big one.
Back when there was
intelligent life
on the other side of the hill.
Back then, Nick Rainwood
was one of gnarliest.
And I use gnarly sparingly.
He was one of the best surfers
this side of the North Shore.
MIDAS: Nick!
[shouting]
-Let's take them down.
Totally essential to the sport.
-Last time, Midas.
-That ungratefull
little shit's going
to leave me alone
to run the store.
Blue.
Drives the women nuts.
-I told you to put up
the "Help Wanted" sign.
-Do you think this is
about business, man?
Hell, no.
This wasn't about business.
This was a relationship, man.
We were talking relationship.
$5.95.
What are you going to do?
You going to go to Stanford?
What are they
going to teach you?
That's a good call, dude.
You know, what are they
going to teach you, huh?
Art?
Ceramics?
Crocheting?
-Liberal arts.
-What's that, man?
That's liberal shit, man.
Stay on here.
Hey, I mean it.
I'll make you a
fucking surfing guru.
-Midas.
MIDAS: What?
All right.
You want to make
something of yourself?
You and me, man.
We'll take the money
for your scholarship.
We'll buy two one-ways.
We'll live like kings
on the North Shore.
We'll surf the
fricking 15 footers.
We'll jump the local broads.
We'll get crabs.
We'll die young, huh?
Take it easy.
Come back.
NICK: You think I can do it?
-Do what, man?
-Take the compo this year.
Get enough money
to stay and surf.
Maybe draw a sponsorship.
-What about school?
-You just told me to
forget about school.
-I don't know.
Compos are bad news.
Board banging's not
about the money.
It's not about the women.
It's not about the fighting.
It's the moment, man.
That's what it's about.
-The moment?
-Last lesson.
There's a time, man, a moment.
Maybe it's just a split second.
Maybe it's an hour.
But it's just you
and the wave, man.
It's just you and the wave.
It's like-- it's like that.
And there's nothing else.
That's what it's about.
It's not about the shit.
It's not about the money.
It's just the moment.
-Yeah.
I wish it was that simple.
-Come here, man.
Come here.
Remember when you first
started working here,
I showed you this.
You got all choked up?
-Yeah.
The stick from "Apocalypse Now."
-It's one of five, man.
It's one of only five.
You know, I've never
opened this case.
Always wanted this
stick to last.
I've never taken it out.
I've never even touched it.
I want you have it, man.
-Oh, no, no, no, no.
-Hey, it's just dying in here.
A stick was meant to be rode.
Now would you get
out of here before I
give you my whole fucking shop?
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER): Now
the whole thing broke over
72 hours, a weekend
when everything
seemed to hit the fan.
A lot of the shit came from
a raspy little beach house
where Mrs. Yorpin and her two
kids Allie and Reef lived.
Now Mrs. Yorpin was fully spun.
Kind of '60s, but
cool for a mom.
-Reef.
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER): Now Andy,
Allie's and Reef's cousin,
was this registered knob
touristing from the farmland
somewhere.
Going to join the Navy.
Be some kind of top gonad.
-Reef.
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER):
To the dudes,
Reef Yorpin was one
unpredictable mother.
Serious about his sport.
Had big ideas.
I mean, a righteous rider.
Plenty of style, but sketchy.
Now if you ask the chicks,
well, let me put it this way.
They were just crawling out of
the woodwork to wax his board.
ALLIE: Joan.
What are you doing?
-I'm going to die.
I swear.
Allie.
Your brother.
He's a hunk.
-That's what he tells me.
JOAN: You know he
called Jackson out.
-How nice.
-He had to go to
the emergency room.
12 stitches.
Do you think Reef
would ask me to dance?
I mean, of course, if I
change my whole image.
SURFER 1 (VOICEOVER):
Now, Allie was
a whole different
wave from Reef.
Fully smart, a rad artist.
Not merched out, though,
like some new Porsche
asshole with a fucking beret.
JOAN: Oh god, what if I ask him
to dance and he laughed at me,
or something?
Allie.
Help me?
-All right You
know what you need?
The perfect song.
-Dang.
-Hey, I don't want
to hear about it.
Look, I've got a date
with Brad tonight,
so I want you to take Andy--
-Sorry, brah, I got a
party myself tonight.
-I'm not your brah,
I'm your ma, and you
are going to party with
Andy tonight, understand?
-Mom, the guys will
have a total shit fit
if they see me
hanging out with--
-No arguments, OK?
Just do it.
-What, are you kidding me, Mom?
Huh?
Well, why can't Allie
take care of Gomer?
This is between my
mom and me, all right.
Huh?
Could you get that, please?
-Sure.
-Reef!
-What about Allie?
-I want you to help out a
little bit more around here.
-Mom, the compo's tomorrow, man.
I mean, like I got to soak up.
-Andy can help you.
Andy.
Reef just invited you
to a big party tonight.
How does that sound?
Go on.
He'll cool off.
LAPPS: Half an hour
late, Rainwood.
Thought you bailed on us.
Most important weekend
of the year, dude.
-Hey, some of us do
work for a living.
-Hey, you know, I
heard about that.
Something the poor do.
-Oh, man.
Condition of this thing, man.
You better keep that night job.
-Hey.
That's a Country
Squire wagon, dude.
Classic.
-Hey, we can always
take one of your cars.
-Joking.
Last time some dude totally
thrashed my tires, man.
-Hey, the turbo's out
on the Porsche, bud.
-Hey, you're breaking my heart.
Yeah, was that it?
Are you ready?
-Am I ready?
Are you ready?
Are you brothers ready for
a weekend of killer surf?
-Oh, yeah.
-Shit-faced drinking and
non-stop fornication?
-Yeah!
-Do I hear an "amen?"
-Amen.
-Amen.
-Do I hear an amen?
-Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
-Amen!
-We're out of here.
-Gentlemen, take a bow.
-Oh, jeez.
-Don't touch that.
You're looking at
the best god damn
surfer in Southern
California, bud.
Me.
After I win that $5,000
at the compo this Sunday,
I'm turning pro.
And I'm bailing this shit hole.
See what these are?
So many riders I've
put in the E Room.
Let me tell you how it is, bud.
My friends are coming over
here in a couple minutes.
And they don't take
the knobs the way I do.
So you're just going to
have to stay in the bathroom
until they leave.
Comprender?
ALLIE: Ask him about surfing.
Then you'll have him forever.
JOAN: Jeez, don't you think
I have enough to worry about?
ALLIE: Just don't
step on his feet.
-Oh, it's nothing.
You look great, too.
-I just love this song.
-Just don't push it.
Let the guy say something first.
-Well, what if he doesn't?
-Oh, just be patient.
Come on, Joan, don't be nervous.
-It's just a surfboard.
I'm already sweating.
How do you like these?
-No.
-Why don't you go to
the party tonight?
I mean, you're
great at this stuff.
You know, I bet you get
a guy just like that.
-I don't want a
guy just like that.
-You Don't
-No.
-Well, what do you want?
-I know what I don't want.
-What?
-Another surfer.
-brah, you're taking this
car stuff way too seriously.
-Ah, ah, ah.
Babes, port.
-Oh, good from far
but far from good.
-Yeah.
-Breaking up is
hard to do, brah.
-Yeah, well, I can't
surf the rest of my life.
-Why not?
-Hey, I might be able to get
you a job with my father.
He's giving me 1,000 beaucoup
bucks for every movie idea
I come up with.
-He, he.
Thanks, Lapps.
-You know, that's the
perfect job for somebody
who doesn't give a shit
about the future, man.
-Bullshit.
I've seen "Star Wars" 10 times.
Nick, I'm your father, Nick.
-No, you see, Nick doesn't
want to end up a losers
like the rest of us,
huh, Nicky buddy?
-Hey, Marone, get off it, huh?
-Huh, huh.
Babes starboard.
-Blondies.
Blondie.
-Blondie.
Blondie, blondie.
-Blondie, hey, whoa!
-Hey cutie.
-You just got to do what
makes you feel good, bro.
They drop the big one tomorrow,
we don't got a future.
-Yeah, well, ah, what if
they don't drop the big one?
-Party at the Lapps mansion.
Yeah.
-Whoa, whoa!
-Once we get to the room.
-Oh, please.
-Tripper didn't call shit, man.
-I did, too, man.
-Will you shut the door?
What do you mean, he
didn't call shit, man?
-Yeah, wait until he shows you.
-It's more than you,
you fucking zister.
-Stop knobbing around.
Say it.
-Come on, man, show
me something major.
That's it.
-I told you we'd hear it, man.
-This is it.
-Yeah.
-Oh my god, wow.
You're kidding me.
I mean, brothers, this
thing's fully bowed, man.
I mean, what we
talk about, right?
You check your
parent's dash midweek.
You know, you don't
come trucking to me
with that little
bind bag, all right?
And you haired it, Backwash.
I mean, come on.
This salts me, man.
But this-- this is
what I'm talking about.
-Ah, going out tonight, Andy?
-Oh, oh.
Hi, Allie.
Um, oh, yeah, yeah,
Reef's, um, Reef's
going to take me to a
beach party tonight.
-Reef?
-Uh-huh.
Well, ah, I don't think
he really wants to.
[BOYS TALKING ON OTHER SIDE OF
WALL]
-Can you understand them?
-Well, the animals are restless.
-I take the wave
really fine, right.
This guy comes after
me with a skag.
-No.
-So I roust him fully, right?
He ends up in the E Room, man,
selling Buicks of the lot, bro.
-OK, um, this guy went
after him with a knife,
but he beat him up and the guy
ended up in the emergency room
with dry heaves.
-Reef, brah.
-What?
I'm so fully amped.
-Really excited.
BACKWASH: Reef, let's
book with the bud.
-Leave quickly.
-Chill out, Backwash.
You'll probably get
rousted by knobs, huh?
-Relax.
Do you want to get
hassled by, in ah, knobs.
-Book the cool with Tripper.
-Um, we'll hide the
pot with Tripper.
BACKWASH: No, man.
-Cool?
-Pot.
BACKWASH: Hey Reef,
TLU going tonight?
-Huh?
-TLU.
-Sexy girl, a tight little unit.
-Her?
Fuck her noise, man.
She has guac in her pink box.
They'll be a march
before she party's, man.
-They have guac, would march--
-Forget it.
BACKWASH: What do you say we
change the scenery, huh, brah?
Hey, Tripper, the bag.
Whoa.
-They're booking.
-Right.
Wait, wasn't Reef taking you?
-Hi, Allie.
-Where's my brother, Backwash?
-My father works in
the missile silo.
-Is Reef coming back?
-He said I could bring
anybody I want to see them.
-I think I'd rather watch
you, Andy, I'm sorry.
-He's the one who's
supposed to push the button.
-Do you really want
to go to this party?
-Um, hey, look,
don't worry about me.
Just forget it,
I mean, I'm fine.
-No, you're going.
Yeah, let me get dressed.
[knock on door]
SURFER 1: There was always
this heavily amped-out party
on the beach the
night before the compo
full of righteous dudes
and knocked-out babes,
bona fide board busters.
Definitely worth
a wheeze or two.
-So why are you
joining the navy?
-Um, well, my
brothers did, my Dad,
it's sort of a family thing.
You know.
-But do you want to?
-Well, yeah.
Look, it's quick a tattoo.
-How old you, anyway?
-18.
Well, in three weeks.
-Move it, wimp.
-Get out of the way, asshole.
-What the hell?
-I wouldn't stare too long.
They're hostile to strangers.
-Hey, have a beer.
[singing]
-Surfers for Christ.
-You know, man, when I
used to sit in the sand
and envelope myself in
the whole Pacific-ness,
I could feel the wave crest
psychedelically vibrate
and cosmetically register
with some kind of turbulence.
That was the then-ness
of it, but the force
is flat because of the now-ness.
-Ancients.
Uh, they always talk like that.
SURFER DUDE 3: But it's
time for the new Gidget.
-She got heavier, man.
-Hey Reef.
It's Reef.
-Hi, Reef.
-Who's that?
-Oh, that's Gitch.
-Gitch?
-Yeah.
I don't know her real name.
That's what everybody calls her.
-Hey Gitch, how about a--
-Get the fuck away from me, now.
-Ha, ha.
Oh.
-Hot girl, hot fish.
Gitch.
So, ah, you want to dance?
-Allie, you're here.
What's going on?
-Darn it, Joan, did you ask him?
-I can't.
Everything's going
wrong tonight.
-She didn't even talk to him.
JOAN: Why are you
telling her that?
DONNA: Well, you didn't.
JOAN: It's just that,
I need the right--
-This is my cousin Andy.
-Hi.
-I swear I was going to.
I swear I was.
-Just ask him to dance.
-Well, the music.
It's got to be just right.
-I'd dance with Tripper.
-Big fucking deal, Donna.
-All right, if I take care of
the music, will you ask him?
-She won't.
-I will to.
-No, you won't.
You've been here all night,
you haven't even talked to him.
-I just haven't had
the right moment.
-Well, what's the big deal?
-Nice to meet you.
-I just--
-Who's that?
-What's this
Tripper bit, anyway?
-Come on.
You're going to go dance
with him right now.
-Meet me at the
pier in two minutes.
TRIPPER: Hey.
Hey.
All right, come on, set me up.
Set me up.
-Dude.
-Man, there are a lot
of knobs here, brah.
-Hey, you listen to me?
-[inaudible], right?
OK.
-Done, brah.
-All right.
Get out of here.
-I'm looking for
a song for Joan.
-Nice.
-Ladies and gentlemen, pick
the blondie of your choice.
-Hey, hey.
-Allie.
-Yeah?
-Are they amping to
be fully guacked?
-Yeah.
LAPPS: Hey, College boy.
You're missing it, dude.
-Yeah.
ANDY: Allie, how about this?
-Ah, yeah, yeah.
ANDY: I'll put it on.
[dance music playing]
-I'll be right back.
-Allie, should I play it?
-He's a movie producer.
Yeah.
I can get you an interview
with him, because, you know,
he's my dad.
He does lots of
films-- I help him.
-Let's samba.
-Oh, no, I--
-Hey, whoa.
-Ooh, sorry.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-I saw you from over there.
-Yeah.
-You want to dance?
-Sure.
Yeah.
-This is Cage Phillips.
-Hi.
-Well, ladies,
what do you think?
-Come on, why should we?
We don't even know you guys.
-Yeah, see, by you do.
We're the guys you're going
to party with tonight.
-That's right.
-Oh yeah?
-Yeah.
-Where?
-Where?
Where.
-Yeah, where?
-Uh, the penthouse.
-The penthouse.
-You guys have a penthouse?
-We've got a penthouse.
It's on the beach.
It's got a real great
view of the sunrise.
-It's just like a movie.
-Uh huh.
-It's like you going off to
the war, and I'm this nurse,
and I say, "I'll wait
for you, Tripper."
But we know we'll never
see each other ever again.
[music stops abruptly]
MAN: Hey, what are you doing?
Get out of here!
[jeers from crowd]
Put on the music!
-Were you at the
Campo last year?
-Yeah.
Were you?
-Yeah.
And the year before that,
and the year before that.
-So you live around here?
-Not-- not too far.
You?
-Not too far.
-Tripper?
-Yeah?
-Are you sick?
-Uh huh.
-Tripper.
Are you safe?
-Yeah.
They're in the pack.
Where's the pack?
Oh no.
Reef is gonna kill me.
-This is the line that
connects you and I.
-So your dad's a movie producer.
What do you do?
-Well, Dad pays me for
my high concept ideas--
-Lapps.
-I come up with these
fantastic ideas--
-Lapps, Cage.
Lapps-- blondie, please.
-What?
What?
-Look at Nick, man.
-So what?
He's dancing.
-Look who he's dancing with.
-That's Yorpin's sister, man.
MAN IN HELICOPTER:
You are in violation
of city and county law.
-Get lost!
MAN IN HELICOPTER: Fires
are prohibited on the beach.
Put out the fire and leave.
We have weapons.
-Reef.
You got that pack, right?
-What, man?
-You came and got
the pack, right?
-Are you kidding me, man?
I gave it to you, brah.
Where is it?
I said where is it, man?
-There's so many
knobs around here,
I don't know where it is--
-Who's got it?
-Who's got it?
-There are so many--
-Who's got it?
-Those Vals.
They got it.
-Dudes, hey.
Hey.
Bro, get on the other
side of Nick and stand by.
-Fast!
-Right.
-Yeah!
-Come on, let's go, Lapps.
-Where is it, asshole?
-Hey, back off, man.
-Don't, Reef.
I mean it.
-Shut up.
Where is it?
I said where is it, man?
-Where's what?
-The pack, man.
-Pac-Man?
Pac-Man!
Wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka!
-You guys think you can just
cross the line like that?
You're real funny,
bunch of comedians, huh?
-Hey we didn't do anything.
-Why don't you get the
fuck off our beach?
-It's a free country, fuck face.
-Fuck you!
-Hey.
Hey, it's a fight!
Gang fight!
MAN IN CIRCLE: We
thank you for the sun
you give us to dry our souls.
And for that--
-You're kidding me.
Bug off!
-See that fight?
-Yeah, man, but that
ain't no big deal.
You should have been down
here the day that the Malibu
Masochists took on 24
hoe-dads from El Monte.
-He bit four guys' ears off!
-That was a fight.
It's a cub scout
meeting over here.
[police sirens]
POLICEMAN: Move out!
Hold it right there.
Just shut up.
All right, put him in the back.
You got the right
to remain silent--
-Just try it, punk!
GIRL: You goddamn motherfucking
anal-retentive bigots!
When are you gearheads going to
realize I wasn't in that fight?
I wasn't in the fight.
I really wasn't.
Hey.
Where's my stick?
If there's on scratch
on it, it's your life.
You fascists.
What are you staring at?
-Nothing.
-Then stop it.
POLICEMAN: Do you hear me?
You sit down there, miss.
Come on.
[phone ringing]
[loud music playing]
ANDY (VOICEOVER): Just
because the cops bagged
the fiesta didn't mean
the party had to stop.
Because whenever Allie's mom
was out for a noche grande,
Reef would open the house
for some amped-out chaos.
-96, 97, 98, 99, 100!
-Where's Andy?
Reef, where's Andy?
-Shit, I don't know.
He's probably
sleeping in my room.
-Oh, hi, Allie.
-Hi.
-You throw a great party.
-I thought you locked the door.
-So did I. But I guess not.
-Why were you dancing
with that guy?
-None of your business.
-Bullshit!
First of all, he's
Nick Rainwood, man.
And second of all,
he's a fucking Val.
And he's the biggest asshole
I've ever met in my life.
-Wait a second.
Who started that fight?
-Yeah, who crashed the
party and stole my pot?
-Oh, and was that the pot
you stole from Mom's drawer?
-Yeah, what do you know, right?
What I'm telling you is,
you start pissing around
with the Vals, don't expect
us to wease in on it.
Your little friends bail on
you, what are you gonna do?
Move to the fucking Valley?
Huh?
I'm telling you this shit
because I'm your brother.
-You sound more like my father.
-Well the shit you
putt, you need a father.
-Fuck off.
-No, you fuck off.
All right, I'm sick and tired
of you and Ma treating me
like I'm some kind
of fucking animal.
-Don't touch me again.
-Great party.
-Where you going?
Huh?
Get the fuck out of here, man.
Fuck you, man!
-Hey, Skeeter.
Skeeter, how you doing?
What did they do to you?
Hey, come on, let's
go for a walk.
NICK: I got your numbers.
Um, I'm gonna be back
in just a sec, OK?
-'K.
BLOND GIRL: You know, this
is some beach penthouse.
LAPP: It is.
We have the ocean here.
We've got some killer drinks--
NICK: I am coming back.
I promise you.
Dude.
You are missing it, man.
You've gotta check
it out up there.
We have scored big time.
I'm not kidding you.
So, what, are you you gonna
leave Monday, or what?
-Scholarship is
use it or lose it.
-Man, I don't
understand you at all.
You like the beach, right?
You live to surf.
You don't got beach and
surf in college, do you?
You've got books and teachers.
That's a trade off
you want to make?
I don't think so.
It's not going to be the same
around here without you, bro.
[laughter above]
-Told you.
-Hey Cage.
That girl I was dancing with.
What about her?
-It's Reef's girlfriend?
-No.
-Are you sure?
Because the way she was
talking to him-- what?
-That's his sister, man.
-Oh, shit.
-It's too bad, huh?
-Too bad?
-Too bad she's a Loc.
-What do you think those are?
-Oh, shit-- one boff,
they're off, man.
I saw the way you
were looking at her.
It was different.
Locs and Vals don't mix.
It's a waste of your time, man.
It's not worth it, all right?
It's screwed before
you even get started.
Come on.
There's a girl up there
that's got your name on her.
Come on, guy.
Dude.
Come on.
[classical music playing]
SURFER 1: The next morning was
fully check-it-out tasty, bro.
The wind was low,
surf was up, the knobs
booked it to Disneyland.
In a word, it was off the face.
It was day one of the
prelims, back when
you had one chance
to show your stuff.
It was shred or be
shredded, you know?
Anyway, there were 30
minute heats, five of them,
so only five riders
tripped it to the finals.
Say you drew and amped
rider in your heat?
You were fucked, right?
Man, it didn't matter
how much you'd partied,
or how guaced your
brain was, 'cause
when the AM rolled around,
whether or not you were selling
Buicks by the pint, you'd
be working greeners.
SURFER 2: Hey brah, where'd
you say the knobs went?
SURFER 1: Knobs?
They booked it to Disneyland.
SURFER 2: Good place for 'em.
SURFER 1: No shit.
-Rise and shine, boys.
Get up.
Marone.
Hey, dude.
-Cage, let's get
some donuts, man.
Glazed, chocolate filled.
What-- oh my god.
Are they dead?
-No.
Cool.
-I just had this dream
that we were surfing,
you know, all four of us.
But surfing was like this thing
that you do in a bowling alley.
-Bowling alley?
-Yeah.
And there were all these
lanes of waves and everything.
And you had to rent
them to use them,
and we had to wear those shoes.
And we were all wearing
those bogus shirts, man,
with like Gomez and Maynard.
-Come on.
-And dude.
Dude, you were bald
in my dream, man.
You were the Kojak surfer
in my dream, buddy.
-Surf's that way, bud.
-Yeah, thanks.
-Surfing and bowling.
Bowling.
-Do you have my shoe?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
We've got company.
-Reef.
Hey.
Hey man.
-What did you find out, bro?
-You're in the
third heat, us too.
-It's a big ocean.
-So anyone else?
-Gitch in the fourth heat.
-Gitch?
From what I hear, brah,
she's fully out of it, man.
-I don't know.
Why did the surf
punk cross the road?
-Because he was
stapled to a chicken.
-Hey Andy.
Buddy.
You gotta work on that laugh?
Don't you have any jokes
out there in the sticks?
-No.
-Well what do you do out there?
You've got to do
something for fun.
-Yeah.
There's cow-tipping.
-Cow what?
-Cow-tipping.
I swear, you go out into the
fields, where the cows are,
where the cows are grazing--
-This better not be disgusting.
-No.
No no no.
You go out there, you
get about a dozen guys,
and you push the cows over.
They fall onto
their backs, moo--
-Time for your wake-up
call, gentlemen.
-Shit!
I gotta get going.
Hey.
Where's Trap?
Are you deaf?
-Yum yum.
-I said, where's Trap?
BUM: Good morning!
-Who are you?
Get out of my way.
Oh, god.
What are you, the sound man?
Are you the sound man?
Work with me.
Did you go home fourth in this?
BUM: Shakespeare said, all--
-You're going to attend?
Good.
What's your name, honey?
Jenny.
J--
-All right.
Chicks, dudes, sand fleas.
[jeers from crowd]
Thank you so much.
Your friend reported here,
for the fourth annual--
[boos from crowd]
MAN IN CROWD: Go
home, shit head!
-All right, that's enough.
I'm a celebrity, damnit.
Treat me like one!
OK.
Ha ha ha.
-Well you're becoming
a regular beach bunny.
-Yeah.
When did you get so
interested in surfing?
-Maybe she's
interested in someone
who's interested in surfing?
Hmm?
-Oh, no.
She's sick of surfers.
-Oh, really?
-Uh huh.
Good morning to you, too.
ANNOUNCER: We're ready
to begin the first heat.
-Where's a tidal wave
when you really want one?
All right, my people.
I love you, I love you all.
So, will the contestants please
proceed to the starting line
now.
[burp]
-OK, guys.
15 seconds.
ANNOUNCER: In our first heat,
we have McDonald in blue,
Leghorn in yellow, Rainwood
in orange, Carroll in black,
and Stevens in gray.
What a colorful group, huh?
-Come on.
[horn sounds]
[MUSIC -- THE SWEET, "BALLROOM
BLITZ"]
-That's my buddy.
-Wow!
Man, did you see that?
Did you see that guy wipe out?
Wow.
-Man, that's nothing, man.
I hit the pier so hard
once it took me five years
to get the barnacles
out of my teeth.
That was a wipeout.
[horn sounds]
ANNOUNCER:
Unofficially, Rainwood
has the points standing
in the first heat.
Hey, let's hear it
for him, everybody.
-All right.
All right, man, you're OK.
-Good one.
All right.
-Hey, Marone.
-Hey, nice wave, man.
You got lucky.
-Lucky?
Man, you know I'm
always in control.
-You had to be to give me
some competition tomorrow.
-Just rip it up today.
-Top dog.
ANNOUNCER: The judging
is now complete.
Rainwood places first, Carroll
second, and Stevens third.
That moves Rainwood to the
finals, ladies and gentlemen.
He's our first
contestant in the finals.
Heat number two will
be in three minutes.
-Hello, Nick.
-Hey.
-Hi, I'm Hap Jordan.
-Hap Jordan, yeah.
'67 through '71,
West Coast champ.
Took Australia in '72.
-Ancient history.
Now I'm resident of
Ocean Floor Beachwear.
You did some really
insane surfing out there.
Totally impressive.
-Thank you.
-You know, I'd be very
interested in your reaction
to me new clothing line.
You wear like, a
large shirt, right?
-Right.
-Waist 32, 33?
-30.
-Got a favorite color?
-Yeah, red.
Have fun with these.
I think it'd be a
great look for you.
In fact, why don't you
try them out tonight
at the ocean four party?
You'll be there, right?
-Yeah, well--
-My number's in this bag.
I'm very interested in
what you think, Nick.
I'll, uh, see you tonight, huh?
-Pleasure to meet
you, Mr. Jordan.
-Likewise.
GITCH: Hey, it's about time.
I'm really getting
fed up with this.
-You should have thought of that
before you slung at Henderson.
-The guys' a Dick.
-The man is a police officer.
-That's what I said.
[laughing]
[snorting]
-You will apologize
to Henderson,
and I'll consider
dropping the charges.
-My friend too?
[indistinct speech]
-Hey.
-Great car.
-Yeah.
I've outgrown it.
-No, I like it.
It's sort of, um--
-Valish.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, you've got enough boards?
-Well, I work in a surf shop.
And, uh, each board
does have a purpose.
That one's for one.
The one inside the compo,
that's for the money.
And the third one,
a friend gave me.
You surf?
-No.
I hate it.
Sort of.
-What?
Sort of, or really?
-Really.
Um, it's like hating
David Letterman,
or tennis shoes with
Velcro, or floppy disks,
or-- or plastic watches.
-Generic food?
-Love it.
-Creamed corn?
[both laughing]
-Or paintings of clowns?
-No, Elvis.
Black velvet Elvis paintings.
--[laughs] Elvis,
the Vegas years.
-Yeah.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
I have a message
for the owner of a blue
Chevrolet, license number 55--
-Hey, out of the way.
-Gitch.
-Gitch.
-Anderson.
-Anderson.
-What are you doing?
-I'm looking.
-Hurry up.
Hey, And, get over here.
-Oh.
-Oh, yeah.
Anderson.
But, uh, listen, when we
accepted your application,
you didn't say
anything about, uh--
-Having tits?
Huh?
-Well, yeah.
-Show me the rule
right fucking now.
MAN: Hey, Gitch--
-Back off.
-Ow.
-Look, I'll talk
to the judge, OK?
-Well?
-You didn't say anything
about having balls either.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
Last year's runner-up,
local beach hero Reef
Yorpin, is wracking
up points, ladies and gentlemen.
Look at him go.
[cheering]
-Reef All right, Reef.
-Yeah!
Come on.
[applause]
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Oh, my.
It's getting rough out there.
-Heh.
-So who's your idol?
-Uh, Kerouac.
-The writer?
-Yeah.
The writer.
John Kerouac.
What, do you think I don't read?
-I hate Kerouac.
Where do you want to go?
-Um, well, just to
visit, go to Australia.
-Mm.
Predictable.
Reef wants to go there.
-Oh, predictable.
Well, where would
you like to go?
And I don't mean just to visit.
I mean somewhere in
the world, anywhere,
that you'd like to live.
Pick a place.
-Paris.
--[scoffs] Like I haven't
heard that a hundred times?
What are you going
to do in Paris?
-Come on.
I'll show you.
-Gonna sit here all day, Valley?
Huh, boy?
-Hey, man, I'll see you
at the finals, fuck face.
-Yeah.
Get it, Backwash?
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Oh.
Marone in the yellow
takes a nasty fall.
Tough break.
-Son of a bitch.
Kids in trouble.
[indistinct chatter]
MAN (OVER SPEAKER):
And Yorpin looks
like he's caught a good one.
Woah.
-He's gonna need some help.
-[coughing]
-[hacking]
-It's gonna be all right.
It'll be all right.
[indistinct chatter]
-My arm.
Let go of my arm.
-Relax.
Relax.
Relax.
Take it easy.
MAN: Is he all right?
MAN: Everything will be cool.
-Oh, jeez.
MAN: Come on, people.
Step back and away
from the truck.
-So you brought me out
here to feed the seagulls?
-Yeah.
-Or watch whales?
Which one is it?
-What, is this a
long walk for you?
-[chuckles] No.
-Oh.
-What?
-Look up.
Well?
-I like it.
ALLIE: Good.
I did it.
-You did that?
-Yeah.
-No way.
You did that?
It's good.
So that's what you do?
You paint?
-Yeah.
Well, I mean, it's
what I want to do.
-You don't call that doing it?
-Well, here, it gets
painted over with graffiti.
-So, Paris.
-Maybe someday.
-It's tough to leave, isn't it?
But you've got to give it a try.
You gotta give it a shot.
Allie, I'm leaving this week.
School's starting
up at Stanford.
-Oh.
That's great.
Congratulations.
-Yeah?
-Well, we don't have
a lot of time then.
-No, we don't.
Do we?
-Uh-uh.
-Well, then let's go.
-OK.
[laughs] Which way?
BOY: I don't know.
ALLIE: OK.
[crowd chatter]
-Yeah, thanks.
They charge a dick.
-They don't want my dick, bro.
[both laughing]
-Cool, man.
-No one was even close, bro.
-Unbelievable.
I owe you one, bro.
-Reef, man.
That-- that was the
hottest wave, brah, air.
-The Val.
E-room, brah.
E-room.
Get the board.
-All right get the T
-What does this make?
Makes 12 Vals.
-There's your six pack.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Only
two minutes into the fourth,
and already, the only chick
out there has taken command.
-The only chick, bro?
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Oh, lovely.
Gitch Anderson,
ladies and gentlemen.
-Go Gitch.
She's got it.
Go.
Oh, faster.
Keep going.
Keep going.
Go.
Go.
Go.
Faster.
Yes.
[cheering]
-Man, I thought you
said she was out of it.
-She is out of it.
MAN: Hey, asshole.
-What's you problem?
-You fucking lutz.
What's the shit you
pulled with Marone, huh?
-He was in the way, man.
What do you expect?
-You're a fucking liar.
He didn't get in the way.
It was totally his way.
-I said he was in the way, man.
-Motherfucker.
-Hey.
-Relax, man.
MAN:Yo, check that
shit out over there.
-You gearheads want
to finish this?
-Fucking right, we do, man.
-Cool.
How about the garage tonight
behind the surf club, huh?
-We're there.
-Yeah.
If you can find it.
-We'll be there.
-Let's see if you show.
-Fuck you, asshole.
-[chuckling]
Come on, boss.
[laughing]
-Well, you're real cute.
Real fucking cute, man.
-Come on, man.
Let's check on Marone.
-Where's Nick, huh?
-I don't know where Nick is.
-Some bud he is, huh?
Bunch of fucks.
Hey, no problem tonight, man.
JORDAN: Reef.
Reef.
Hi.
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Jordan.
Pleasure to meet you.
-How you doing?
-Insane surfing out there, man.
Totally impressive.
-(SINGING) Baby.
What do you call that, huh?
[panting]
-Woo.
-Here.
-Ugh.
-It's so silly.
-What?
-The sunset.
Us standing here.
-Like a Sears catalog.
-[laughing] Oh, I got it.
Young yuppies in love.
-Looking toward the future.
-[laughs] Which way?
This way?
-No.
Thataway.
-That.
Thataway.
-So what are we doing tonight?
-I don't know.
There's a dance.
-You want to go?
-Do we have to stay long?
-Nah.
-Then I'd love to.
[both giggling]
[music playing]
[shouting]
[singing]
-Hey, Babe.
You got some beers?
-Gnarly loud band, huh?
WOMAN: No, I wanna dance.
-Loud band?
You call that a loud band?
Did you know I was in a band?
-No.
-1965, I was in a band.
I was the band.
BAND: [singing]
-Andy.
-Allie.
Dance.
-OK.
[laughs] All right.
Oh, hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
-No wait.
I think you know Gitch.
Gitch, come on over here.
-Hi.
You've got a great cousin.
-Thanks.
Uh, uh, this is Nick.
-Yeah.
We're in the finals together.
-Hey.
Yeah, good luck to you.
GITCH: Yeah, you
think you're hot.
Good luck.
-Hey, bro.
-Brah.
Brah.
-Right, right, right.
-[screaming]
[applause]
[breaking glass]
[cheering, shouting]
-Well, I could use
something cold.
-I'll go.
-Me too.
-Uh, hey, And?
Get me one of those lights, huh?
-Hey. [clicks tongue]
You're fine.
-I love it when he does that.
-So, how did you and Andy meet?
-Oh, I met him this
morning in jail.
-Oh.
-Look, I'm gonna go sit down.
-Gitch is nice.
-Yeah, she's a good slut.
-A what?
-Oh, wait.
Maybe I have that wrong.
Slut's a girl who's
a friend, right?
-Yeah, but you don't
use it like that.
-Right.
-You surf?
-No, but I'd like to.
-So?
-Well, uh, I don't
have a lot of time.
I'm joining the navy soon.
-Yeah?
How old are you?
-18.
Like, in three weeks.
-MAN: All right.
-Joan, hi.
Did you--
-Haven't you--
-No, you go ahead.
-Have you seen Reef?
-No.
Did you see Chipper?
[laughing]
-Well, I guess
it's request time.
[applause]
--[laughing] This
is for Reef Yorpin.
Hey, the customer's
always right.
Hit it.
[crowd chattering]
[music playing]
[band singing]
[crowd chattering]
MAN: What is this?
-OK.
Come on.
Let's go look for him.
-(SINGING) And we'll
have everything.
[crowd shouting]
-[shouting]
[playing guitars]
[shouting, chanting]
[screaming]
-Listen, would you excuse me?
Thanks.
Hey, Nick.
-Hey.
-I'm really glad to see you.
You've got great timing.
What's your friend's name?
-Uh, Andy.
-Andy.
Would you honor an
ancient and give me
about 47 seconds
with our friend here?
-Hey, no problem.
Hey, catch you on the
turn around. [laughing]
-I'm so glad you made it.
I want you to have
a good time tonight.
You deserve it.
-Yo, hey.
How you doing?
Can I have a drink?
You like to dance?
Yeah.
Excuse me, sir, are you deaf?
-So, uh--
-What?
-You couldn't get the pins
out of the new shirts?
You didn't like the threads?
-Ha ha.
No, they're fine.
-Well?
-I don't know.
I'm wearing these tonight.
[chuckles]
-Hey, Nick.
See that kid down there?
-Where?
-The one in the red shirt?
NICK: Yeah.
-He needs excitement.
That's what he's looking for.
Look at him.
And he wants acceptance.
Look around.
That's what they all want.
Acceptance.
He wants to be Nick.
I mean, he can't.
He can do the next best thing.
He can dress like you.
-So this actual live
footage of Okinawa.
No shit, right?
Are you with me?
This is historical.
Because the destruction
of these things,
you know, because
not many people
have actually seen
a megaton warhead.
-So, what do you say?
You'll wear the clothes, right?
-I'll think about it.
-OK.
Well, think about this.
$30,000 a year for as
long as you surf and win.
If you win tomorrow,
Nick, that'll be-- Right.
Anyway, listen.
You have a great time tonight.
I'm glad you came.
I'm counting on you, Nick.
-All right.
-I think you're a winner.
-Good night.
[shouting, cheering]
[shouting]
-We're not going.
He's here.
-I know he's here.
Let's just shine both of them.
Let's buck.
-Don't be a shit.
-Oh, forget it.
-Hey, bro.
-Hey, guys.
You notice anything different?
-Put it on my dad's Visa.
-Man, what the hell happened?
-What else?
-Yeah.
We thought maybe you left
for college a little early.
Huh?
-Are you sure you
don't want to dance.
No.
Thank you.
-Well, you danced with Val.
What?
Now.
-Thank you.
-No problem.
So, whose side are you on?
-In what?
-You're Reef's sister, right?
And that's Nick
Rainwood you're with.
-What?
-The fight.
-If you can manage to
drop your low wench,
meet us in the garage, dude.
[music playing]
[breaking glass]
-All right.
Let's go.
Come on.
-Man, we don't need
that school boy tonight.
We could take him, man.
-Hey.
All right.
-Yeah.
-Yay.
-I knew you'd make it, bro.
-No.
I didn't come here to fight.
-You're here, right?
-Yeah, but I came here to
get you guys, not to fight.
[tires screeching]
-Come on.
-Come on, man.
We're ready.
-Valley boys.
I see that you made it.
Heh.
You guys ready to
settle this, or what?
-We're here to beat the
shit out of some blokes.
-Well, I'm ready for you, man.
Right here, bro.
CAGE: Come on--
-Cage, don't.
I'm telling you, this is stupid.
-You want out, you're out, OK?
Is something wrong?
-Cage, it doesn't stop here.
So you hurt these
guys, then what?
MAN: You're the one that's
going to be hurting asshole.
-Look at what they
did to Marone, huh?
-Oh yeah.
This is going to change things.
-Oh, what are you
kidding here, man?
What, do we got fucking
Gandhi here, man?
-Don't you touch me.
-Hey, watch it, man.
Give it to him.
-Yeah, man.
Come on, man.
Give it to them.
[grunting, slapping]
-Watch it.
[grunting]
-Time for a new
asshole, Rainwood?
[grunting]
[grunting]
[grunting, slapping]
[pounding]
[grunting, slapping]
[gasping]
[grunting]
-Nick?
[grunting]
ALLIE: Nick. (SCREAMING) Nick.
-[grunting]
-Lay off her, Val!
[clanging, grunting]
[coughing]
[panting]
[panting]
[car starting]
[tires screeching]
-Come on, you fuckers.
[tires screeching]
[crash]
[grunting]
[sirens]
-Come on, Reef.
-Come on, Cage.
-All right.
-Come on, damn it.
-Go.
Shit.
-Come on.
Get up, over here.
-Woo.
MAN: Backwash.
Nick?
[sirens]
MAN: Backwash.
MAN: Go, go, go.
[sirens]
-Gitch.
[music playing]
-That's Mr. Ed.
A lot of water, and
that's just what's on top.
The truth-- Mr. Ed
knows the truth.
And you know the thing about
it is that truth has a healing
effect, even when it's
not fully understood.
-I'm being remarkably
good about this.
Most moms would--
well, we won't talk
about what most
moms would do, huh?
What's wrong?
-Nothing.
-Nothing?
Reef comes in, covered with
blood, and he says nothing.
Great communication
in this family.
Some guy, huh?
Listen to your mother--
forget about him.
Hey, last night Brad told me
he's going back to his wife.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
-Oh, don't be.
Anyway, do I look
any worse for it?
No.
And what am I going to do?
I'm going to go out and I'm
going to have a good time,
and so are you.
So, come on.
-I'm leaving, you know?
-I know, honey.
-No, I mean it.
-I always knew it'd
be you before Reef.
So come on to the beach
with your old mom.
I feel silly going alone.
Put that cute little green suit
on and let's go have some fun.
Come on!
-Bon appetit, young lady.
-Maybe you shouldn't have
punched out those officers.
I--
-You were about to get the
shit kicked out of you.
-Well, that's their job.
-Well, next time I won't.
Hello!
I got to get out of here!
Will somebody get
me out of here?
-I lost a pool because of you.
Eh, we timed it-- less than
24 hours between arrests.
-You shouldn't be
betting anyway.
-My bet was for less than 12.
-I'm sorry.
You're going to need
a lawyer on this one.
-Please, please--
-Please?
-No.
-Just this once?
-No.
-I won't ever do it again.
I, I promise.
-No.
-Please, daddy?
[toilet flushes]
-Clothes make the man.
NARRATOR: They say
God bailed on Sunday.
Ha, maybe-- but on that Sunday,
God was shredding overtime.
From Zuma to New
Porsche, hell, no local
had seen a swell
like this before.
And this was no merch-soaked
Cal bow breaker.
This was a royal
space time fuck up.
This was every gastro
loc's wet dream.
I mean, some guys were
praying for glass, some guys
hollowness, some guys
speed, even power.
And that day, God listened
to all their prayers.
-You got to answer
for it, Rainwood.
There's no clean slate
in the morning, Bro.
We pick up when we left off.
You got a fucking
problem with that, man?
Huh?
-What, you didn't get
enough last night?
-I say, you got a problem man?
You got a fucking
problem, man, huh?
Come on!
-I got a fucking problem, man!
-Hey, bro, it's fucking
one-on-one, man, huh?
That's why these guys
are here to make sure.
-Well, my problem, you see man,
is, I don't fight exactly fair.
I'm working on that.
I'm really working on that.
Until I beat it, this ain't
going to be a fair fight.
-Let's go, man.
There's no protection
in the water, man.
-Come on, Reef.
-There's protection everywhere.
LAUGHS
-That's good.
What the hell?
Did you start World War
III up here, or what?
-What?
What are you doing here?
-I cam to get my picture taken
with the hot straps of '68.
Shit!
Do you give a damn, or what?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I give a damn, man.
I'm glad.
-I don't want to hurt
your feelings or anything,
but what the fuck
are you wearing?
-Hey, Andy?
Have you seen Allie?
-Uh, not since last night.
-Hey, Nick, remember when we
were talking about me surfing?
I was wondering if, uh--
-Uh, Nick?
---maybe you want to go out--
-Nick!
---and show me some more.
-Hey, Nick.
Hello!
Good to see you.
We should talk.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.
Nice to see you again.
Look, I know you got to rush.
But I just want to let you
know that I met with my team
this morning.
You know, I show
them your look--
very excited, very positive.
They loved it.
The bottom line, we need
an ocean floor figurehead.
Someone we can count on.
Someone like you, Nick.
So, hey, I'm not
just talking about
three measly years here, buddy.
I'm talking about something
that you can count on for life.
We need you, Nick.
We think you're what's
happening today.
Your talent and our
marketing concept,
we could make you a star.
You'll be set for life.
What do you think?
It's great, huh?
Now, all you need to do is
go out there today and win.
We can talk about
the digits later.
Hey, frankly, Nick,
there's no one
out there who can touch you.
Go get 'em.
-Thanks.
-It's all yours.
-Would the five finalists
please make their way
to the starting line
for today's main event?
-Come on!
Let's go!
Come on, let's go!
-Allie!
-No, Nick.
-What do you mean, no?
-I mean I don't want
to talk about it.
-Allie, what you saw last
night, it's not what you think.
-I don't want to hear it!
-This guy's still missing.
-We can't wait long.
We give him one more
minute, then we go.
-It's over?
Why?
-Because we're different.
Because I thought you were
different than some of jerks
around here.
I thought you were
smarter, but you're not.
You're from the other
side of the hill,
but you're just the same.
[starting horn]
[applause]
-Because I own a surfboard?
-No.
There's nothing
wrong with surfing.
It's the constant
fighting between you
and Reef that makes no sense.
Surf all your life!
Just don't be a
surfer all your life.
-Hey, Nick!
You're throwing away a lot more
than this content, Rainwood.
Don't do it!
-Nick!
Come on, bro!
-Nick, what the hell you doing?
-Come on, Nick!
Do it!
-Come on, man!
ANNOUNCER: And Blue
is the first to take
a chance with Mother Nature.
-Come on, man!
-Good luck.
-Let's do it already.
-That's more like it.
All right, Nick.
Good man.
-Give him a chance, OK?
-I'll give him a chance.
Easy, babe.
-That's our guy!
ANNOUNCER: Rainwood has
finally decided to join us.
-Yeah!
-Woo!
-Right on, man!
-Off the top!
Oh!
Woo!
[applause]
-Yeah!
[cheers]
ANNOUNCER: Rainwood's
delayed start
has cost him valuable points.
-Come on, bro!
Give it to 'em, bro!
ANNOUNCER: Well,
it's about time.
Rainwood has finally
chosen his first wave.
[applause]
-Yeah!
-Yeah!
Woo!
[cheers]
ANNOUNCER: Oh, gee.
From the look of the
judging, whoever gets
this last wave may go
home $5,000 richer.
It is that close.
-Just you and me
out here, asshole!
-Hey, back off!
-No more backing off, bud.
No more.
-Man, what is your problem?
When are you going to learn?
What do you want?
-I want your balls,
bro-- or does
my sister already
have them, huh?
[horn blares]
ANNOUNCER: The horn has
sounded for the last ride.
-Yeah, why don't you
come and get them?
-Let's go!
-Come on, Nick!
ANNOUNCER: From my viewpoint,
it's anyone's race.
NARRATOR: Reef on the inside,
trying to keep Nick out,
and Nick sticking
in like a shadow.
But it wasn't just a
battle of strength.
There was a lot more
at stake, and nobody
knew that better than Nick.
So right when they
were on top of the lip,
right when you tuck your
balls and hold your breath,
Nick made his last move--
he turned it south.
[shouts]
-You son of a gun.
-That guy's a loser.
-I would have
fucked him up, man.
-I'd have buried the fucker.
-Hey, hold your rasping
until I'm finished.
NARRATOR: Like I said,
Nick's mind was set.
It didn't matter that
Reef had the wave,
or that Nick looked like
a weez-- not to him.
You see, something had
clicked inside telling
Nick it was the right move.
-The last lesson took.
NARRATOR: Now, Reef didn't
care how he got that wave.
He just knew he was on
his way to the bank.
[cheers]
-Go, Gitch!
Go!
Go!
Go!
NARRATOR: Let me tell you, Gitch
was pulling one great ride.
-You said she was out of it.
-She's not out of it, obviously.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and
gentlemen, please join me
in the judging area
for the presentation
of today's trophies and prizes.
-Gitch, can I get
a picture here?
Guys, picture here?
[cheers]
-I guess I lost.
-No, you didn't.
-What a wuss.
I still can't believe him.
-Hey, man, take it easy on him.
He's going to be OK, bro.
He knows what he wants.
-Want to go watch big Wednesday?
-Hey wait, you guys.
Wa-- how are we getting home?
ANNOUNCER: Hey,
here's our champion.
Yeah!
Gitch!
Hey, let's get her up here.
All right!
-As long as you did what you
had to, man, I got no questions.
-Thanks, Midas.
-Thank god for a little
[inaudible] in the sun.
-Midas?
-Yo?
-Thanks.
[cheers]
-Andy!
Andy!
-Oh, hey Nick.
Sorry about the competition.
-No problem.
Hey, take this.
Learn to surf.
-What?
No, no, I can't take this.
-Andy!
Take care of it.
It's important.
-Thanks a lot!
ANNOUNCER: --Gitch Anderson.
Let's give her a hand!
-All right, Gitch!
ANNOUNCER: Oh, you can
do better than that!
Come on!
She challenged the
rules and she did it!
Let's give her a hand!
Yeah!
-Don't say it.
-I'm not going to say anything.
Hey, it's cool.
-What the hell are
you laughing at, man?
-Uh, you got beat
by a girl, man.
Hey!
I'm just fucking around, Reef!
It's cool.
I'm sorry.
-What are you laughing at?
-Can't help it.
-Thanks.
-Gitch?
Insane surfing.
Totally impressive.
-Fuck off!
Come on.
-I know, I know--
the sun's up here,
but it's nighttime in Europe.
-There's no rest for no one.
[starts singing "amazing grace"]
-Well.
-Well.
-I, uh, I can't stay.
I gotta go.
-I know.
I can't stay, either.
-Which way you going?
-Which way you going?
-[inaudible].
-Yeah.
-What a weez!
-Oh, like I believe that.
-Hey, bro, it's true.
-You know what I think, bro?
I think you got about an OZ
approval on a brain, dude.
What about it, dudes?
-Come on.
Way, bro.
-Hey, hey, where you going, bro?
Hey, bro?
Hey, bro, later days, man.
[laughs]
-See ya later, geeks.
-Hey man, what a, what's a geek?
[MUSIC - THE DRIFTERS, "UNDER
THE BOARDWALK"]
-Papa!
Hi!
-Look, there's daddy.
-There's daddy!
Daddy!
Hi, daddy!
[laughs]
[snorts]
[music - "under the boardwalk"]