POINT BREAK by James Cameron & Kathryn ... - Whoa is (Not)
POINT BREAK by James Cameron & Kathryn ... - Whoa is (Not)
POINT BREAK by James Cameron & Kathryn ... - Whoa is (Not)
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can't go on.<br />
Reagan reaches the top of the fence. He looks back.<br />
UTAH HAS THE BERETTA <strong>POINT</strong>ED RIGHT AT HIM.<br />
Twenty feet away. The muzzle rock-steady. He can't m<strong>is</strong>s.<br />
They both are frozen, panting. Locked into the moment.<br />
REAGAN<br />
You want me, there's only one way.<br />
PAPPAS reaches the top of the hill, 200 feet away, panting<br />
like he's about to collapse. He sees the tableau.<br />
ECU -- UTAH'S FINGER on the trigger. Tightening.<br />
RACK TO h<strong>is</strong> eyes. Blinking, water running into them.<br />
God, he wants to.<br />
ECU -- REAGAN'S EYES, through the mask. Locked with<br />
Utah's.<br />
UTAH suddenly snaps h<strong>is</strong> hand up and FIRES VERTICALLY.<br />
HE HOWLS WITH RAGE, FRUSTRATION AND PAIN.<br />
FIRES AGAIN. And AGAIN.<br />
Slumping back, h<strong>is</strong> shoulders slam down onto the concrete.<br />
Straight-arming the Beretta he FIRES RAPIDLY...<br />
Bulleting the blue sky.<br />
HIGH ANGLE, looking straight down on the tableau.<br />
Reagan leaps off the fence and runs OUT OF FRAME, as Utah<br />
empties the magazine straight at us, the shots merging<br />
with h<strong>is</strong> agonized howl, echoing as we--<br />
INT. FBI BUILDING - BULLPEN - NIGHT<br />
CUT TO:<br />
UTAH sits next to the DISPATCHER waiting for news like a<br />
sailor in a storm. H<strong>is</strong> leg <strong>is</strong> popped up on a chair with<br />
jeans split to the thigh and an ace bandage wrapped around<br />
h<strong>is</strong> knee.<br />
H<strong>is</strong> face <strong>is</strong> a nasty patchwork of scratches and bru<strong>is</strong>es.<br />
He drains h<strong>is</strong> coffee and gazes out at the empty bullpen.<br />
PAPPAS comes through the doors, wiping the remains of<br />
dinner off h<strong>is</strong> mouth.<br />
<strong>Not</strong>hing?<br />
<strong>Not</strong>hing.<br />
PAPPAS<br />
UTAH<br />
The D<strong>is</strong>patcher talks into h<strong>is</strong> headset, glances up at<br />
Pappas, shakes h<strong>is</strong> head.<br />
PAPPAS<br />
Go home, kid. Get the hell outta<br />
here. Get some sleep. You look<br />
like shit. They get anything even<br />
resembles your guy, I'm on your<br />
beeper. Here. You like feta?