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

JOHNNY reaches the beach and jogs up the sand. He picks
up a towel and talks into it as he dries his hair. A
glimpse of the walkie-talkie hidden beneath.
UTAH
Big zippo so far. How about you?
PAPPAS (RADIO)
Patience hotshot. Patience. It'll
be subtle, if it's here at all.
PAPPAS WATCHES as Johnny crosses toward the outside shower
next to the public restroom.
LONG LENS view of Utah passing OUT OF SIGHT behind the
building.
AT THE SHOWER Johnny sets down his gear and opens his
wetsuit to the warm, salt-free jet of water. TRACKING
SLOWLY IN on him as he lets it pour over his face.
A HAND ENTERS FRAME, shutting off the water suddenly.
TIGHT ON UTAH, his eyes opening.
REVERSE, revealing RAZORHEAD and THREE OTHERS.
They are powerfully built SURF-NAZIS.
Scalps shaved on the sides. Hair military short on top,
lengthening into pigtails in the back. Tattoos. Wrist
chains.
TONE, ARCHBOLD and WARCHILD. The one who socked Utah
before is BUNKER. They spread out flanking him.
This the guy?
Yeah.
WARCHILD
BUNKER
UTAH
(good natured)
Okay, so this is where you tell me
all about how locals rule and yuppie
insects like me shouldn't be surfing
your break and all that, right?
No.
Waste of time.
BUNKER
TONE
WARCHILD
We're just going to fuck you up.
Oh.
UTAH
As they lunge, Utah grabs his board and swings it in a
whistling roundhouse. Its edge slams Warchild in the gut
and folds him double. The bad news is... Warchild gets an
arm around it and brings a pile-driver hammer-punch down.
The board splits into two pieces.