POINT BREAK by James Cameron & Kathryn ... - Whoa is (Not)

hops into the shotgun seat and the truck hurls up
roostertails as it tears out across the desert toward
Roach's billowing gravemarker.
Johnny touches Tyler's face tenderly, leaving a smear of
blood.
He gives her a wan version of the Johnny Utah grin.
HOLD ON the truck moving off in a heat-shimmered cloud of
dust, becoming a mirage, then a memory as we--
DISSOLVE TO:
AN ENORMOUS WAVE which FILLS FRAME, seeming to rise
endlessly before thundering down in a holocaust of spray.
EXT. BEACH DAY - DAY
An unfamiliar beach laid waste by monster waves under a
storm sky.
Wind whips sand across the narrow beach-road, throwing it
against the front doors of the LIGHTHOUSE PUB.
TITLE OVER: ONE YEAR LATER...
INT. LIGHTHOUSE PUB - DAY
Dark. Almost empty. A snarling crocodile head is mounted
above a tapper of Guinness Stout. A Koala bear with
plastic eyes holds a Foster's. A BARTENDER with leathered
skin washes glasses.
At the bar, a single disheveled customer... human
driftwood.
GUST OF WIND blows open a shuttered window.
The bartender moves to close it.
BARTENDER
Gonna close early today, mate, 'fore
the bloody storm hits.
JOHNNY UTAH swivels toward CAMERA. His tanned face is
barely recognizable, jaws hidden underneath a slight
beard, long bleach-out hair swept behind an ear. His
muscular shoulders pop from a sleeveless football jersey.
The man seems deadly focused.
UTAH
Storm's already here... It's
bringing me the swell.
Johnny stares into his drink.
ANOTHER BLAST OF COLD as the front door opens.
Johnny turns at the sound.
TYLER takes a step inside. Her hair is different, more
bleached out, frazzled from the sun. Her eyes adjust to
the dark room.
TYLER
John, they're here.