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

woman.
DUGGAN
Do whatever they say, Terry.
MISS JENNINGS hurries to comply.
She unlocks the STEEL CAGE inside the big vault door.
Roach/Nixon and Grommet/LBJ take her inside with them.
A CUSTOMER, lying on the floor near the fat guard catches
his eye.
The guard, face jammed against the linoleum, blanches as
he sees the customer lift a corner of his shirt to reveal
THE BUTT OF A PISTOL. The customer mouths the words "I'm
a cop".
The guard is hyperventilating.
AT THE FRONT DOORS A WOMAN comes in out of the bright
sunlight.
JFK pulls her in fast and throws her to the floor. Then
goes back to watching the street.
JOHNNY is next to Bodhi/Reagan.
UTAH
You're blowing it, man! You're
breaking your own rules... pulling
too much time!
BODHI/REAGAN
JFK, how we doin'?
NATHANIEL/JFK
All clear, man!
INSIDE THE VAULT Grommet and Roach are pillaging rapidly.
Their hands blur as nice fat STACKS OF 20s and 100s are
dumped into canvas sacks.
ON THE MAIN FLOOR the OFF DUTY COP slips his hands slowly
around the butt of his pistol, concealing the move with
his body.
He signals with his eyes to the fat guard, glancing at the
guard's ankle.
TIGHT ON THE GUARD'S ANKLE where we can see a sliver of
BACK-UP GUN, a tiny .25 auto in an ankle holster.
The guard's eyes are pleading with the hard-on cop.
"Don't make me do this".
The guy is sweating, shaking. A yellow liquid spreads
across the tiles next to his quivering hips. He's
actually pissing himself, he's so scared.
TIGHT ON the off-duty cop. Watching like a ferret. He
cocks his .38.
ECU GUARD'S EYES, wide with terror.
It happens like lightning. The cop pops to his knees,
straight-arming the .38. The guard goes for his ankle
holster.
REAGAN spins.