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100%, Utah! Good job!
Hi. Johnny Utah.
Your 9 o'clock appointment is here.
Special agent John Utah.
Day number one in L.A. Welcome aboard.
Been goin' over your personnel record.
- Very impressive. - Thank you.
You may very well have been
in the top 2% of your class at Quantico,
but, quite frankly, son, out here,
you have exactly zero hours of experience in the field.
You know nothing. In fact, you know less than nothing.
If you knew that you knew nothing, that would be something.
- But you don't. - Yes, sir.
- You eat a solid breakfast, Utah? - Sir?
All the food groups, avoiding caffeine, sugar?
I like to make sure
that all my people maintain sound cardiovascular fitness.
- We don't drink and sure as hell don't smoke. - Sir, I take the skin off chicken.
Good man.
This is us... bank robbery.
You are now in the bank robbery capital of the world.
1,322 last year in L.A. County,
up 26% from the year before.
That's correct. And we nailed over 1,000 of 'em.
Miss Deer, take a look at that for me.
Thank you.
You know how we nail the bad guys, Utah?
You know how we nail 'em?
By crunching data.
Good crime-scene work, good lab work,
and most importantly, good data-based analysis.
Special agent Utah, are you receiving my signal?
Zero distortion, sir. I love these things.
You're a real blue-flame special, aren't you, son?
Young, dumb and full o' cum. I know.
What I don't know is how... how you got yourself assigned
out here in Los Angeles with us.
I mean, hell.
I guess we just must have ourselves an asshole shortage, huh?
Not so far.
Okay.
- Pappas! - Yeah.
Here. Put on the blindfold.
I wanna see you retrieve at least two bricks off the bottom.
One...
Two.
I've been in the field for 22 years.
I fired my piece over 19 times in the line of duty.
I got no idea what a blind man fetching bricks
from the bottom of the pool has got to do with being a special agent.
Added to which indignity,
I have been saddled with some blue-flamer Quantico cat,
some quarterback punk.
- Johnny Unitas or somethin'. - The shit they pull, huh?
Yeah.
- Hey, Angie. - What?
- Here's your guy. - What?
Pappas. Angelo Pappas.
- Punk. Quarterback punk. - Hm. Welcome to Sea World, kid.
- Good luck, Pappas. - Two bricks comin' up.
Little hand says it's time to rock 'n' roll.
Everybody freeze!
Nobody move!
Get your hands up and your eyes down!
- Back away from the counter! - Hands on your head! Now!
Everybody out from behind the desk!
On the floor!
Move it! Move it! Now! Get down!
What's the matter with you, people?
You, out of the cubicle!
Get out o' my way!
Now, back away from the counter and get your fuckin' hands up!
And you, bitch! What's the matter with you?
Hey, you got ear wax?
Back away! Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
- Hands up! - Hello, hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen.
We... are the ex-Presidents.
And we need just a few moments of your time.
We've been screwing you for years,
so a few more seconds shouldn't matter, now should it?
On the floor, asshole!
Your money's insured, so it's not worth dying for.
How you doin', Dick?
Just implementing our own personal plan
of deregulation, Mr. President.
- Time, Mr. Carter. - Sixty!
- LBJ! - We're stylin'.
Oh, Ron, I got Nancy on the line.
Whoo!
Eighty!
Air Force One is waiting, Mr. President.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Get your hands where I can fuckin' see 'em! Thank you.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
And, please, don't forget to vote.
I'm not a crook.
Twenty-seven banks in three years.
In and out in 90 seconds.
No one ever gets shot.
What are we talkin' about here?
We're talkin' about solid professionals.
Good moves.
Yeah. They control the room well,
and they stick strictly to... the cash drawers.
They don't go for the vault?
No, they never go for the vault.
They never get greedy.
- Smart. Burn time in the vault. - Yep, that's right.
Reagan usually does the driving. Stolen switch car.
They leave it runnin', on the curb.
It looks parked from a distance.
When they run, they dump the vehicle, and they vanish...
like a virgin on prom night. I mean, they vanish.
Surgical.
Look at them separate the dye pack.
They can run and know their jobs.
Now, the ex-Presidents are the best I've ever seen. Ever.
Anytime you two are finished jerking off watching MTV,
we need to get a look at these tapes.
Hey, Pappas, you, uh, tell the kid your theory on the Presidents?
Just take the tapes and go, Babbit.
Hang 10, Pappas. Like totally rad, dude.
- I tell you. The department loves it. - What's he talkin' about?
Found the drop car up on Mulholland Drive...
We'll go work it.
- Oh, no. - Angelo.
- Come on. - Thank you.
- We'll go work it. - Good.
Excuse me.
I'm working a fucking drop car.
I don't believe it. Workin' a drop car.
Pappas. What a hard-on.
- Keep away from there. - All right.
We're running a make on it now.
59 called it in at about 5.25.
This car doesn't have A.C.
- It was a scorcher. - Sweat secretions in the seat backs.
Are you through, Mr. Wizard?
Let me know if you find Jimmy Hoffa under the seat
while you're at it.
Oh, look at this. It's 7:30.
Why, the night's still so young.
The way you're going,
you're gonna be able to solve this case and start another one, huh?
Drop car, my ass.
You been working bank robbery, what, 22 years?
Yeah, 22 years.
Man, L.A. has changed a lot during that time.
- The air got dirty and the sex got clean. - Uh-huh.
So, a guy with that kind of time-in must have some theory about these guys.
Leave it alone, Johnny.
Okay, fine. You've given up.
Fine. It doesn't mean I have to.
Hey, hey.
Listen. Forget about it, kid.
They are ghosts.
Yeah, course. What am I thinking?
If you couldn't crack it with all your years of experience,
it's impossible to conceive
that I might have something to offer. Right?
Well, maybe I can do better than some over-the-hill burnout.
Watch your mouth.
Maybe you ought to just take early retirement right now
and get some rent-a-cop night security job... Tell Nam stories.
Listen, you snot-nosed shit. I was taking shrapnel in Khe San
while you were crappin in your hands and rubbin' it in your face!
- You mad? - Yeah, I'm mad!
- Good and mad? - Yeah. What are you gonna do about it?
Feels good, doesn't it? Like you're still alive, right?
- Yeah! - Well, since you're still alive
and you're not in the box, just yet,
why don't you tell me this theory of yours, and we'll go get these guys!
Okay, hotshot.
You wanna nail the bank robbers and be a big hero?
- Definitely. - Definitely.
Then here it is.
The Ex-Presidents are surfers.
- Surfers. - Surfers.
It's in our face. Look at the tan line on this guy.
- Well, he must be a surfer. - Well, yeah.
So last year, Nixon scuffs the counter
when he's going over.
So, there is a soil... sample.
Nonspecific mud,
traces of asphalt, traces of oil,
traces of sand, carnauba wax.
So I become a wax expert.
And there's 80 some uses for this stuff,
something like 500 products.
Candle wax, car wax, moustache wax.
Could be anything.
A guy's waxing his moustache at the beach,
gets sand in it,
takes it off with a shoe,
shoe scuffs the counter.
Would you just shut up?
Just listen to me. Maybe you'll learn something.
The lab gave us three possible matches. This is one of 'em.
- Sex wax. - Yeah.
You're not into kinky shit, are you, Angelo?
Not yet. Surfers use this.
- They rub it on their boards for traction. - Thanks for the tip.
You're welcome for the tip. And here's another tip.
Check out the dates on these robberies.
It's strictly a summer job for these idiots.
Four months...
June - October.
- Same the year before. - That's right.
We have one more month.
We won't see em till next summer.
They're traveling on the money, going where the waves are.
That's right.
Hey! The Ex-Presidents rip off banks
to finance their Endless Summer.
- Whoa! - Whoa!
Hey, man, a lot of guys your age are learnin to surf.
It's cool. There's nothing wrong with it.
- I'm 25. - That's what I'm sayin. It's never too late.
Hope you stick with it.
Surfing's the source. Change your life. Swear to God.
Why can't I just walk around with this thing under my arm...
and act stoned, ask a few questions?
Well... look. Look at 'em.
They're like some kinda tribe.
They got their own language.
You can't just walk up to those guys.
You have to get out there and learn the moves,
get into their head, pick up the speech.
You tryin' to tell me the F.B.I.'s gonna pay me to learn to surf.
It's either you or me out there on the board.
You get my drift?
Angelo, this is for little rubber people who don't shave yet.
Come on. You're the quarterback jock.
It's all balance, right? And coordination.
How hard can it be?
Hold on.
Use your arms. Paddle! Come on.
Use your arms.
You're all right. Come on.
You're okay.
You crazy son of a bitch.
You wanna commit suicide, you do it someplace else.
This pig board piece o' shit.
You got no business out here whatsoever!
Hey!
- My name's Johnny Utah. - Who cares?
That is your surfing contact?
Female.
Blue eyes.
Black hair.
Five foot six. 119 pounds.
Gee, God, Utah.
Not bad, Utah.
Tyler Ann Endicott,
born 11-27-64.
Exhibition of speed.
Indecent exposure inside moving vehicle.
Hot.
Very hot.
What else they got on 'er?
I still haven't found anything I can really use.
I gotta find an approach, a way in.
Here we go.
Both parents deceased.
Airplane crash. San Diego, '84.
Yeah. Definitely.
See you later, Wayne.
Next.
- What do you want? - Shrimp and fries.
I mean, what do you want?
Why do you keep hangin' around here?
- I need you to teach me. - Gimme a break.
Uh, shrimp and fries.
To go.
Would you like something to drink with that, sir?
I'm serious.
I can see that you're serious. Forget it.
Stick to... tennis.
I don't know. Whatever you do good.
Uh, miniature golf. Your number's 37.
You don't understand.
I'm gonna learn to surf or break my neck.
What is it? You all of a sudden got this bug
that you just have to go surfing?
- This is a line, right? - No. No.
See...
my whole life, I've done things for other people.
In high school, I played football,
- cause my old man expected me to. - Uh-huh.
And my parents always figured I'd go to law school.
So I did. Football scholarship,
- ... Phi Beta Kappa. - Is this gonna take a really long time?
- Wait. So I'm a big hero to my folks, right? - Mm-hmm.
But two years ago,
they were killed in a car wreck.
You can't imagine it. Your whole life changes.
And I suddenly realized
that all my goals had been their goals,
and I hadn't been living my own life.
So I wanted something for myself.
So I come out here from Ohio a month ago.
I've never seen the ocean before. Any ocean.
I never thought it would affect me so much.
I'm drawn to it... or somethin'.
I wanna do what you do.
It's the truth.
All right.
Okay. Tomorrow... here.
6 a.m.
If you are one minute late, I'm gone.
And, stud, I didn't take you on to raise,
so... I'll teach you a few things
and then after that, you're gonna be on your own, okay?
Oh, God.
Stop here.
You agree to do exactly what I say when I say it?
Sure.
Pop!
If you stand straight up,
you're gonna fall right over, so let's try it again.
Start over. Just do it again.
Hey! What you doin', huh?
Just do it again. Pop up.
You gotta stay low, you're gonna bite it.
You dragged your knee that time. You'll just... you'll just wipe out.
You're dragging your foot.
You're gonna be fish food.
Both feet have to land on the board at the same time.
That's it. That's it. You're surfin'.
Shit!
You're doin' all right, city boy.
You are surfing!
That's Bodhi.
They call 'im the Bodhisattva.
Yeah!
He's a modern savage.
He's a real searcher.
- What's he searching for? - The ride. The ultimate ride.
Guy's even crazier than you, Johnny.
Not bad.
Yeah!
Hey!
Whoo!
Heads up!
On three.
Hey!
Put me down. Uh, we know each other.
That's a...
That's a surfboard, all right.
Looks like a '57 Chevy I used to have.
Uh, Tyler, come 'ere.
So, uh... who's the guy? You replace me?
- Gimme a break. Where you been? - He surfs real well.
- Come on. He's from Kansas or something. - He's from Kansas? Really?
Heads up!
Yeah! Good catch!
Ready! Set!
Hut! Hut!
Go, Roach! Go, go, go!
Yeah! Yeah!
Hut!
- Oh! - What a pass!
Whose ball is this? Who wants it?
Hut!
- Get 'im! - Get 'im!
Yeah! Yeah!
Ready!
Set!
Hut!
Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?
- Don't you think that's a little out o' line? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Cool it, Roach. Don't you know who this is? - No, I don't know who this is.
It's Johnny Utah. The Ohio State Buckeyes,
All Conference, remember?
Number nine, man! How you doin'? Nice to meet you.
Johnny fuckin' Utah. I'm sorry, man. Didn't mean to get in your face.
Man, I knew I knew you.
It's the Rose Bowl, three years ago. You beat SC, right?
- You? You did this? - That was one hell of a game!
Yeah, but... You got nuked in the last quarter or somethin'.
Yeah. I got my knee folded back about 90 degrees the wrong way.
That's why you never went pro?
Two years of surgery. Missed my window.
Went to law school instead.
Law school?
You're a lawyer?
Wow.
Well, life's not over yet, man. You're surfin'.
- Lawyers don't surf. - This one does.
Let's play some football!
Special Agent Utah,
this is not some job flipping burgers
at the local drive-in.
Yes, the surfboard bothers me.
Yes, your approach
to this whole goddamn case bothers me!
And, yes! You bother me!
And, Pappas...
now, for the love of Christ,
just how the hell did I ever even let you talk me
into this whole boneheaded idea to begin with?
Harp. We're working undercover. It takes time.
We produced a few...
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Let me tell you what you've produced.
Over the last two weeks,
you two have produced exactly squat!
Squat!
During which time the ex-Presidents
have robbed two more banks!
Now for Christ's sake,
does either one of you
have anything even remotely interesting to tell me?
I caught my first tube this morning...
sir.
Goddamn it!
Why didn't you leave that thing in the car?
It sticks out, so I can't lock it.
Anyway, what's his problem?
We're handling our case load...
I'm surfing on my own time...
I know it. Just don't rub Harp's nose in it.
Look, Angelo. You think I joined the FBI to learn to surf?
This was your lame-o idea in the first place.
You gotta back me up on this.
Johnny, we better come up with something real quick.
My friend.
Encino Savings and Loan.
Guard grabbed LBJ's ponytail.
28 robberies and what do we get from it?
One fucking hair.
Angelo, pay attention.
There's gonna be a test afterward.
Lab is showing traces of toxins in the hair.
Selenium, titanium, arsenic.
The beaches are always being closed
because of waste spills, right?
And surfers are territorial.
They stick mostly to certain breaks.
If we can get some hair samples
and get a match at a certain beach,
we'd know which break the ex-Presidents surf.
You buying this?
- No. - No.
But let's do it anyway.
It will bug the shit outta Harp.
- My man. - Yeah.
Hey! When you two are done makin' out,
I need to talk to you.
What's this, fuckin' narco entrapment or what, dude?
Not exactly, dude.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, shit.
Makin' a wig for my girlfriend.
Thank you.
- What the fuck...? - Fucking guy's a narc, man.
He cut my hair.
So what? He didn't bust us.
He fucking cut my hair.
Brah... brah.
Don't move.
Got some huge sucker crawling right into your ear.
- Got it! - Hey!
Leave some fucking hair, man.
- What is it? - Saved your life, bro.
Close one.
PCBs, selenium, titanium, arsenic...
the percentages look right...
Here's the match.
There's a match?
Latigo Beach. Nice point break.
Long, workable rides.
Surf's up, ace.
Stay off my wave.
Goon. Was tryin' to drop in.
Paddle, paddle, paddle.
Outta the way, you dick!
Hey!
You dinged my board, kook!
Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going?
Politeness counts, asshole.
Go back to the Valley, man.
Angelo...
I've eaten shit 47 times
and got my lights punched out by some psycho local.
There must be 20 guys out here with ponytails.
Patience, hotshot. Patience.
It'll be subtle, if it's here at all.
They'll be a group within the group.
These guys are a real tight unit.
You'll see 'em, you'll know it.
This the guy?
Yeah.
Okay...
I know...
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?
Nope.
That would be a waste of time.
We're just gonna fuck you up.
Oh.
Eat that!
You fucker!
Johnny, you there?
You better not be tryin' to pick up any babes.
Again!
- You hit im!' - Yeah!
Harder, yeah!
Back off! He's with me.
Kiss my ass.
Back off, Warchild, seriously.
Thank you.
Stay out of this, Bodhi.
What's your name?
Bunker.
Well, listen, Bunker...
I'm actually really glad you found me.
Yeah? Why?
Hey!
Shit!
Come on! Come on!
Fuck!
It's stimulating, but we're outta here.
Let's go, Utah.
Ohh.
Ohh!
Just keep walkin'.
Hold it.
Look. You two guys seen a kid run through here...
with a car stereo?
He stole it from me.
No, but, uh, there's four guys back there you might wanna check out.
- Oh. Thanks, buddy. - Hope you find 'im.
Don't worry, I will.
You like to start shit, don't you?
Who are those guys?
Nazi assholes.
The guy you dropped is Bunker Weiss.
The big one is Warchild,
a.k.a. Lupton Pitman.
The other two, hell, I don't know. They...
They got... I think they're some kind of death squad around here.
What's their program?
Brains are wired wrong. They're into some bad shit.
Like what? Illegal shit?
Maybe, I don't know.
That's not what I'm talking about.
They only live to get radical.
They don't have any real understanding of the sea,
so they'll never get the spiritual side of it.
Hey, you're not gonna start chanting or anything, are you?
I might.
This is me.
So, uh, you still haven't figured out
what riding waves is all about, have you?
It's a state o' mind.
It's that place where you lose yourself and you find yourself.
You don't know it yet, but you got it. It's right there.
I saw you with those guys.
You're a pit bull. You didn't hesitate.
They didn't back you down an inch.
That is very rare in this world.
Thanks for steppin' in.
De nada. Later.
Oh, hey. I'm, uh, having some people over
at my house tonight, if you wanna come.
Sure. Where?
- Come with Tyler. She knows. - All right.
Next time you leave your piece and shield in the car,
you stay in sight, okay?
Okay, dad.
Yeah, I need you to run a plate for me.
Two-Denver-four-Sam- niner-five-niner.
Late seventies Jeep.
The Jeep belongs to a Bunker Weiss.
My buddy. This guy's got quite a sheet.
Yeah. Yeah, skip all that.
Give me the greatest hits.
Felony possession of cocaine. That's good.
Felony "B" and "E". Three months in juvie.
Felony assault.
Post-graduate work at Chino.
Excellent. I'm lovin' it.
These guys really fit the profile.
I say we lay it on Harp.
Ow!
Okay, here comes the night shift.
This is bullshit. This is a bullshit lead.
This is totally bullshit.
Harp must be fucking desperate
if he's listening to you two flakes.
See you bright and early, guys.
Yeah, right.
Cold pizza for you. It's good for breakfast.
See ya.
- When did Harp say we'd get the warrant? - He's gonna push it to first thing.
You better get some sleep. This could be an interesting morning.
- Hey. - Hey, Bodhi.
I taught him that trick.
I like it.
Watch yourself. She's a wild one.
Make yourself at home. What's mine is yours.
Man, it jacks up...
and you drop down into the pit.
It's 25 feet straight down.
And your balls...
Man, your balls are about this big.
And the whole thing's fucking roaring, right?
Pushing you forward like a...
Like you're a hood ornament
on a freight train or somethin', man.
Yeah, and if you lose it,
the fish'll be picking you out of the coral.
Big wave riding's for macho assholes with a death wish.
No, it's not.
It's the ultimate rush.
There's nothing that comes close to it.
Not even sex.
Maybe that's cause you're not doin' it right, Roach.
Just paddling out in the big surf is total commitment.
Can't just call time out. Stroll on in to the beach
if you don't like the way things are going.
So, what's the biggest, Waimea?
- Ridden? - Yeah.
- Makaha - Dana Point.
Bell's Beach, Australia.
Well, uh...
no way Bell's is bigger than Waimea, bro.
It will be next year.
Bodhi believes the 50-year storm is comin' next year.
50-year storm. What's that?
That's kind of a legend.
No, it's real. It's absolutely real.
Everything moves in cycles.
So twice a century, the ocean lets us know
just how small we really are.
A winter storm comes out of Antarctica,
tearing up the Pacific,
and it sends a huge swell north 2,000 miles.
And when it hits Bell's Beach,
it'll turn into the biggest surf
this planet has ever seen,
and I will be there.
So will I.
If you want the ultimate,
you gotta be willing to pay the ultimate price.
It's not tragic to die doing what you love.
That's how I wanna go.
Hell, I ain't gonna to live to see 30.
There's too much testosterone here.
Bunch of goddamn adrenaline junkies.
Hope you're not buyin' this banzai bullshit
like the rest of Bodhi's Moonies.
What are you talkin' about?
You got the kamikaze look, Johnny. I've seen it.
Bodhi can smell it a mile away.
He'll take you to the edge... past it.
- Hey, Bodhi. - Johnny has his own demons.
Don't you, Johnny?
What's goin' on?
Time for a little stealth mission. You up for it?
- Let's do it! - Let's go!
- I can barely do this in broad daylight. - Come on.
At least nobody's gonna see how bad you are.
- I don't think he's ready for this. - Nah, he'll be fine.
Shit!
Shit! Oh, shit!
Fuck!
- I gotta be fucking crazy. - But are you crazy enough?
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! Tyler!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
I can't see shit out here. I'm gonna die.
Just feel what the wave is doing. Then accept its energy,
get in sync, then charge with it.
- You don't need to see. - Yeah, right. Vision is highly overrated.
Okay, Johnny. This one's got your number on it. Let's jam.
Now, paddle. Go, boy! Jam!
Shit! I'm gonna die now. Fuckin' die now!
Fuck!
Whoo! You're surfin', man!
Whoa!
Whoo!
I fucking caught a bang!
Yeah!
Check it out!
- Is this not the best feeling on Earth? - Yeah!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo, ha ha!
Good break, Johnny!
All right!
Yeah!
It looks like we lost somebody.
Yeah. Leave the fire for them.
Whoo!
You wanna get somethin' to eat?
- Yeah, I'm dyin'. Yeah. - I'm starvin'.
Hey, Nate, you smell bad.
Had enough?
Yeah.
I just wanna sit out here for a minute.
Look at you.
What?
Oh, usually, you have this... intense sort of scowl
of concentration on your face,
like... you're doin' all this
for a school project or something.
Or like you've got something driving you.
Look it...
It's gone.
If I didn't know better,
I'd say you... looked almost happy.
I can't describe what I'm feeling.
You don't have to.
Goose bumps.
- Yeah. It's cold. - Yeah.
Come here.
- Holy shit! - What?
Shit!
I'm really late.
I mean, I'm really late.
Holy shit! Shit!
Oh, shit!
I'm really late.
You guys need any help?
I can't believe you're late to your own raid.
What a flake.
Has that worthless quarterback
punk partner of mine shown up yet?
Right here.
Ah. Well, very good of you to show up, hotshot.
Ow! Watch it! God, you're gonna tear my skin.
Goddamn it!
I'm ready to rock, Angelo. Where you want me?
Okay, here's Hadiez. Babbit and Alvarez are gonna go in the back door.
Cullen's gonna back me up.
I want you at the side window, by the hedge.
Now you're strictly backup.
I don't wanna burn your cover.
- You got that? - Got it.
Good. Now, take your position. It's show time.
Go!
Asshole.
Scooby!
Come on, Scooby!
Scooby! Where are ya?
- Have you seen a little dog? - No, man.
No dog? Scooby, come on!
Here, Scooby! Scooby!
- What the fuck? - Get your gun.
There's someone at the front door. Now!
Get your gun. Now!
- Yeah, what? - Uh, hi.
Oh, uh, have you seen my dog?
I got a little dog missin'. It's a cockapoo.
Look, I don't know anything about your fuckin' dog.
Wait, wait, wait, wait..
Cullen, this is Utah. Get Angelo out of there.
They're pulling out a fucking arsenal.
Utah, repeat. Say again.
Cullen, you copy?
Cullen?
Alvarez!
Don't let 'im pull his badge.
Fuck. I can't hear jack shit over the lawn mower. Christ!
Something's going down, man. This ain't right.
Chill the fuck out, man. It's nothing.
Will you shut the fuck up?
Check the windows, bro. Do it.
I told you I don't know anything...
- Hide the shit! - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Are you sure it's not in the backyard?
Look, I'm tellin'you. I ain't got time for this.
There's two guys out back, man. Duck down!
Oh, shit. Shit! We're fucked!
That fuck comes through the door, I'm gonna pump him up, man.
- Swear to Christ. - Are you sure it's not in the back?
I'm tellin'you, it ain't back there.
Well, is anybody else around...
- Get the fuck out of my face! - FBI, gorgeous.
- FBI! Drop it! - Fuck you!
Fucking pigs!
Oh, wait. Hey!
Aw, shut up!
- You motherfucker! Motherfucking... - I said, shut up!
Back up! Back up, or I blow her fuckin' head off!
Back up on me!
I'm coming out right now.
Back up! Back up!
Oh, God!
Let me go! Let me go...
Oh, God. Come on.
Bastard!
You bastard!
No!
- Babbit? - You fuckers.
Fuck you up, man!
Speak into the microphone, squid-brain.
Fuck!
- Give me your hand. - Fuck you!
Give me your other hand.
Must feel good to you.
Oh, man.
There you go.
You okay?
Fuck!
Oh, God!
No!
Don't touch it!
It's been paper targets up until today, huh?
It's no different, Johnny.
Just a little more to clean up.
You did all right today. You did real good.
Goddamn son of a bitch!
Ah, you're cowboys. You're the real cowboys, right?
Batman and Robin?
- Know what this is? - Huh?
You know what this is, punk?
It's two k's, uncut, crystal meth.
- Aw, shit. - Special agent Utah,
I'd like you to meet agent Dietz.
Works for the DEA.
He was working deep cover, until...
You think I like this hair, man? Huh?
Do you think I like these clothes?
My wife wants me to stay at Ramada.
I've been working on these fuckers for three months!
Three months!
Now, I finally got 'em wantin' to play wheel of fortune with me,
so I can find out who their suppliers is,
then you fuckin' cowboys show up.
Nice tattoo, Dietz.
Oh, you like that, Pappas, huh? Fuck you!
He's a record of your suspects' movements
for every day over the last three months.
All I wanna know, smart guy, okay?
All I wanna know... is how are these guys robbin'
Tarzana City National Bank on August 2nd,
when they were in Fort fuckin' Lauderdale August 2nd.
Won't you figure that out?
It's not an easy thing to do, is it, Utah?
Fucking jerks.
Aw, shit.
Shit.
Hey, five-foot walls at Zeros. Let's go.
Hey, Tyler.
Hey, Bodhi.
So let's go!
Time's a-wastin'.
- Now! - He does this.
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo!
Yeah!
- Perfect! - Hey, go for it.
Pull them off!
That's it. That's it!
Yeah!
No!
Stop!
You all right?
You look like you saw a ghost.
Forget about it, kid. They're ghosts.
- I gotta go. - You gotta what?
Listen, I forgot all about a meeting I have this morning.
A new client.
I gotta jam. Sorry. Really.
I'll call you later.
So I started trailing him.
- Who, the zen surf master? - Bodhi, yeah.
I'm on 'im all day, right? He goes here. He goes there.
He goes to Tower Records, buys some CDs,
he has lunch at Patrick's Roadhouse...
He goes into the Assured Trust Savings and Loan.
Did he rob it?
Cute.
He's inside 20 minutes.
The other guy, Roach, waited in the truck.
They were scoping it out, right?
Well, they were scoping it out,
they were cashing a check.
Wait, wait. Then they go back to their beach house
and they box up all their shit.
- Yeah? - See, summer's over.
They load it in Bodhi's truck
and they take it to a public storage unit.
And I lost them after that,
but the house is empty. They're definitely out of here.
Goddamn it. Why didn't you call me?
They're probably halfway to Maui.
Uh-uh. No.
They've got to pick up some traveling money first.
Assured Trust tomorrow.
Next day, outside, the latest.
I definitely got a feeling on this.
Oh, you got a feeling. Last time you had a feeling,
I had to kill a guy, and I hate that. It looks bad on my report.
Angelo, I'm right this time.
We can still win this one.
Okay.
Tomorrow morning, first thing,
we'll be at the bank like stink on shit.
- This "Calvin and Hobbes" is funny. - Oranges, sir?
- Take some oranges. - You want some oranges?
No. No. We got a lot. We got a lot.
No, thanks. Good luck.
God.
"For his turkey cemetery." Ho!
It's time for lunch.
Angelo, it's 10:30.
Right around that corner,
there is a sandwich shop.
They sell meatball sandwiches.
Best I've ever tasted. Would you go get me two?
Come on, partner. Two.
Thank you.
Utah! Get me two.
Hi. How you doin'?
Hi. Could I have two meatball sandwiches,
a tuna on wheat and two lemonades, please?
Okay. That's two meatballs,
one tuna on wheat, two lemonades.
That's 7.84.
- Thank you. - Uh-huh.
Oh, boy. God, you scared me.
Here. Yours is the one that looks like a road kill.
- A road kill? - Enjoy.
- Thank you very much. - Here's your lemonade.
Ah, thanks.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did you see that Lincoln pull up?
I'm so hungry, I could eat the ass-end of a dead rhino.
I should've had you get me three of these things. What Lincoln?
- Goddamn! - FBI! Freeze!
- I got 'im! - I got 'im!
No! Go, go!
Freeze!
- Fuck! - Get down!
- Go! - Come on!
Come on! Get in. Get in!
- Jesus Christ! - Go! Go!
- Go! - Aw, gimme a fuckin' break! I am goin'!
See where we'd go.
- I don't fucking believe this! - I think we're losing them.
- Shit, you're losing 'em! - I'm not losing 'em.
Over to the right! Over to the right!
Go! Go! Come on!
Punch it! Punch it! Punch it!
Be cool, man!
Whoo!
Where is he? Where is he, Dick?
He's still behind us!
Hang on, you guys!
We're fucked!
This car's a piece of shit!
Oh, shit!
It's okay. They're on the left.
I think we lost 'em. I can't see 'em!
Tell me where he is!
Oh, fuck!
Watch out!
- We got you! - You ain't got shit!
Hold on!
Goddamn it!
Come on! Come on!
Okay, guys.
It's emergency sanitation.
- Hey! - Back up, buddy!
Try it, man. Just try it.
What about the old Chevy?
Right this guy down here. Come on!
I got 'im, I got the guy.
Take care of him, Jimmy.
Ooh!
Get away from the car! Move it!
Come on, get in!
Wait, wait, wait.
Don't do it, man. Don't do it, don't be stupid.
Run!
Why's he taking so long?
Come on!
- Gotta go now! - Come on!
- Wait. Wait a minute. - No, no, no, no.
- Don't go! - Come on!
Let's go!
Shit!
Let's go! Go!
Fuck!
Look out!
Hey!
Get the fuck out of this house!
Hey! What do you think you're doing? Hey! Hey!
Oh, no!
Stop or I'll shoot!
Damn!
Say again, 41.
Roger that, 41.
Cal plate five-six-two, Sam, Ida, X-ray.
Base out.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Johnny, I wanna see you in my office
right now.
Unit 23, unit 23, see the manager at 4650 Wilshire.
Roger, 23.
I want you to know somethin'.
- When you shoot, you don't miss. - I missed.
No. I believe you're either scared...
or you're getting too goddamn close
to this surfing guru buddy o' yours.
I don't believe you're scared.
Hey.
I want you to go home and get some rest.
You look like hammered shit.
And if I get anything that resembles your boy,
I'll beep ya.
Now go home.
Goddamn it!
So what's the other guy look like?
Never saw 'im.
It was your basic hit-and-run.
You look like you got in a train wreck.
Stupid jerk just kept driving?
Ouch. Baby, I'm sorry.
Johnny, what is it with you?
Got that look again.
You...
You're about to tell me something and then...
you don't.
Or you... can't.
There's something I've wanted to tell you.
It's important.
It could really affect things between you and me.
Man.
This is harder than I thought.
God. Men are so bad at this.
Shh.
Some other time.
You act like nothing happened.
- Relax, Nathanial. - Don't tell me to relax, Bodhi!
He's a fucking federal agent!
Should have shot him when I had the chance.
I'll deal with that fucking cop.
No, Rosie.
Do you realize that we have hit 30 banks in three years
and they haven't been able to touch us?
And all this does is up the stakes of the game.
Fuck the stakes, Bodhi!
I mean, the only person is a game to is you, man!
This is real!
I mean, this is serious shit,
and I am scared, okay?
So I say we get the fuck outta here now, tonight, okay?
You run, you die.
Come on, think about it.
This was never about money for us.
It was about us against the system.
That system that kills the human spirit.
We stand for something, to those dead souls
inching along the freeways in their metal coffins.
We show them that the human spirit
is still alive.
So, you trust me?
Okay.
Then don't worry about this guy.
I know exactly what to do with 'im.
A lawyer?!
You lied to me!
Tyler, put the gun down.
I'll bet you lied about everything.
I'll bet you lied about your parents!
You just tell me the truth, Johnny.
Did your parents die in a car accident?
Did they?
They live in Columbus, Ohio.
I work bank robbery.
The guys I'm after are surfers. I needed you at first...
- ... but after that... - Fuck you!
Don't you have a soul?
- Goddamn you to hell. - Tyler.
Tyler, wait!
Tyler!
Leave a message.
Tyler, look, I fucked up, okay?
I know I fucked up.
I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't.
I was afraid you'd leave.
Good guess, huh?
Fuck, why can't I ever say what I really mean?
I lied to you. I'm an asshole.
But I need you, Tyler.
I want you to know I've never known
anyone like you before in my life,
and I hope you change your mind.
Tyler, wait. I'm comin'.
Howdy, brah.
So come on, we're rollin'.
What's going on, Bodhi?
Whoa, what happened, you cut yourself shaving?
I don't think I wanna surf right now.
Surf? No, this is different, Johnny.
This is really different.
You are gonna love it.
So we gotta get your stuff and get outta here.
Okay, uh, socks.
Shirt.
Then, uh, boots. Here we go.
Okay, put your stuff on in the truck.
We gotta go. Life is short.
You are gonna love this.
Yo.
All right? Here.
- Thanks. - All right, let's go.
Take this bag, Grommet.
You take this, too.
Thank you, sir.
Here you go. Ever done this before?
Nope, but I've seen it on TV.
100% pure adrenaline.
Other guys snort for it, jab a vein for it...
All you gotta do is jump.
Sure, it's a blast, but, listen, I sort of screwed my knee up yesterday.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I noticed you limping, but, hey, don't worry about it, brah,
don't worry at all, because we're not gonna land on land.
Oh, well, fine, then. I feel so much better.
Okay, let's fly.
Three minutes.
Now, this is a little ceremony we always do
at the end of the summer.
- One last Speedstar. - Yeah!
Oh, by the way, you might wanna pull that little orange thing sometime.
The life you save may be your own.
So, uh...
who packed my chute?
I did. Why? You don't trust me?
You gotta earn trust.
Okay, we'll earn it together. Here. Take mine.
Hey, Johnny. I don't think this is such a good idea.
Bodhi's pack jobs are pretty shitty.
They only open about half the time.
- Less. - Bullshit.
Why don't you take young Grommet's here?
How'd that be?
Nah, you don't want this one, man.
This one's set for a neck breaker.
He's probably better off with somethin' like... this.
- We gonna jump or jerk off? - That's my man!
Here we go!
Yeah! Let's do it.
Johnny, you're about to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
How do you feel about that?
Geronimo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Shit! Whoa! Shit!
Whoa-ho-ho!
Sex with the gods! You can't beat this!
Whoo-hoo! Whoo!
This is fucking beautiful!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoa!
Yeah!
Ha!
Come on, Johnny!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
That's it, Johnny! Go for it!
Come on, Johnny!
You can do it!
Come on!
Use your arms! Fly like an eagle, baby!
Whoo!
Keep comin'!
- All right! - Johnny, you did it!
You're a Speedstar!
We're going like a bat outta hell!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Righteous, Speedstar!
- How do you like it, Johnny? - Amazing!
Fucking amazing!
This is so beautiful!
I love this ground rush shit!
Okay, spread!
Great, isn't it?
You're doin' good.
1,000 feet. Pull!
After you, Alphonse. I insist.
- Pull the rip cord now! - You first.
- Okay! - Son of a bitch!
Jesus Christ.
I gotta be losin' it.
It's the closest you'll ever get to God.
It's like the palm of your hand, and... zzzoot,
coming right at you.
It's ineffable.
Totally significant experience to share.
We did pull pretty low.
Y'know, you'll never be the same.
Did I tell you Johnny'd be just fine?
- Yeah. - Damn first.
Hey, Johnny, just drop your chute right there.
Good job.
Pack off your shoulders.
Kick it back, step out of it.
Okay. I'll pack that for you.
Okay, thanks.
Johnny, come 'ere. There's something you need to see.
All right.
Hop in.
Okay, if I can...
What's this?
This is... an insurance policy.
It will sting a bit, but, uh... it's for your own growth, brah.
Press play.
Fuck you!
She is a wild one, isn't she, special agent Utah?
Fucking dead man!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it, man. Think. Think it through, man.
I'm the only one that knows where she is.
I'm the only one, so let me talk. Let me talk.
Talk.
She'll be fine.
Rosie won't do anything
as long as I meet him at a certain place and time,
six hours from now.
You call him right now and tell him to let her go!
Ah, sorry, I... I can't do it, brah.
They're on the road,
and where they're goin', there are no phones,
so you're shit outta luck.
God!
Oh, man.
I hate this, Johnny.
I really do. I hate violence.
Don't you see that's why I need Rosie?
I could never do that, man. I could never hold a knife to Tyler's throat.
She was my woman. We shared time.
But Rosie is a... mechanism, you know.
Once you set him in motion, he will not stop.
He's, like, got this gift of blankness.
But when 3:00 o'clock comes, he will gut her like a pig...
and try not to get any on his shoes,
and there's nothing I can do about it unless I get there.
So, I guess that makes us partners.
Because we both have the same goal.
To get me where I need to go, right?
We're wastin' time.
Oh, that's what I love about you, Johnny.
You are just as sharp as a razor.
Murphy, get the plane down to Santa Monica.
- Top off the tanks. - All right.
Okay, you guys, it's party time. Let's move it.
All right. We're on it.
All I'm asking for... is 90 seconds of your life, Johnny. That's it.
See, it's basic dog psychology.
If you scare them and get them peeing down their leg,
they submit.
Yet, if you project weakness, you draw aggression.
That's how people get hurt.
You see...
fear... causes hesitation,
and hesitation will cause your worst fears to come true.
So, it's simple...
You project strength to avoid conflict.
Peace through superior firepower.
Oh.
Here you go. Can't have you walking through those doors
with your dick in your hand, right?
I can't do this.
Sure you can. Who knows? You might like it.
It's a killer rush.
Bodhi, this is your fucking wake-up call, man!
I am an FBI agent!
I know, man. Ain't it wild?
But you know, that's what makes it great, Johnny.
We can exist on a different plane. We can make our own rules.
Why be a servant to the law... when you can be its master?
Fucking A!
I love this fucking job.
Okay. 90 seconds door-to-door.
It's a small price to pay for someone who loves you.
She does, you know.
It's not her style to fall so hard.
I don't think she did with me.
Okay... Mr. Carter.
LBJ.
Mr. Nixon.
Well... Sorry, Johnny. Looks like you don't get to be president.
I'm ready!
Rock and roll!
Everybody freeze!
Okay, on the floor! Now!
On the floor! Right now!
Hold it! Where are you going?
Everybody down!
Let's go!
Get his gun!
On the floor, asshole!
What's your problem? I'll blow your fucking kneecaps!
You'll be on the floor!
Kick in the ass, ain't it, man?
Hey, look. We're on TV. Smile.
Could be a little hard to play FBI now, huh?
Can we just get the goddamn money
and get outta here?
Nobody move! Heads down, eyes down.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
May I have your attention, please?
We are the ex-Presidents.
And as you can see, we are in fact robbing your bank.
So with a little cooperation,
I won't have to blow your heads off.
So I need just a couple o' minutes of your lives and we're gone.
Dick. Dick, go to the vault.
Uh... You, Miss Jennings. Would you be a dear
and open the gate for my associate now?
Mr. Duggan's got the keys.
Why we go to th vault? We never go to the vault.
Just do it! Lyndon, go with 'em.
We're hitting the vault, man. Go, go!
Who's Mr. fucking Duggan?
Mr. Duggan, you wanna open the vault,
or do you want me to do it?
Do whatever they want, Terry.
Take the fucking keys! Take 'em!
Move it!
Open the damn door!
I'll fucking blow your fucking head off! Move it!
Come on, move! Get out of the way!
Okay. All right.
Go for the back. Big bills.
Fuckin' goin' in the fuckin' vault!
- Okay. - It's a bad idea.
Put your head on the ground!
Don't look at me!
You're blowin' it, man! You're breaking your own rules!
You're pulling too much time!
Jimmy, how we doin'?
Sixty-five. What's happening?
Don't worry, man. It's fine. It's fine, it's great.
Fuck! Fuck!
Hey...
- I'm a cop. - So?
- I'm a cop. - Oh, no. Don't.
Got a gun on your ankle?
Yeah.
When I make a move, you back me up.
Please, don't. Don't. You don't have to.
You back me up.
No... Don't do it. Don't do anything.
Don't. Don't.
Put it away. Please put it away. Put it away.
Now, hurry up!
Let's go! We gotta go! Let's go!
Fucking move!
Federal agent, undercover!
Nobody fucking move!
You all right?
Hang on. Hang on, little brother.
Come on, we're out of here. We are out of here.
Hang on. Gotta get you outta here.
Hang on, little brother. Just hang on, man.
No, man. No.
Are you outta your fuckin' mind?
What's the matter with you?
Is that what you want? Did you get what you wanted?
Come on, you can't take 'im with us! Let's go!
Oh, goddamn it, who's in charge of this camera crew?
It's a crime scenery, for Christ's sake.
Get 'em the fuck outta here!
Come on. Out!
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
If you so desire,
an attorney will be provided for you free of cost.
Do you understand these rights I've just given you... Utah?
Do you understand?
You understand the rights I just read you, Utah?
Hey! He understands his goddamn rights.
Jesus Christ, kid. Are you okay?
- Yeah. - Here. Stand up.
Get these cuffs off him.
- Leave the cuffs on. - Get them off!
- Leave 'em on! - Oh, boy!
Your partner's an accessory to murder. You understand that, Pappas?
Utah, there are three dead people. One o them is a police officer, huh?
Let me show you something, pal.
How does that sit in your stomach, huh?
Take your hands off me right now.
Harp, Harp.
Listen. Look at me. Look at me!
Don't send him in with the black and whites like some punk.
Let me ride 'im in.
Yeah, sure, Angelo. Why not?
I mean, that's why I put you two screw-ups together be doin'.
You deserve each other, don't you?
I mean, you're as bad as he is,
only you're a little fatter, a little slower and a little more pathetic.
Christ sake, it's like the blind leading the blind with you.
Harp, I wanna tell you something.
I was in this bureau...
when you were still popping zits on your funny face
and jacking off to the lingerie section of the Sears catalog.
Is that right, Pappas?
Yes, that's right, Harp. And there's one thing that I learned
outta all these years that you still haven't got.
Yeah? Why don't you astonish me, shitface?
Respect for my elders.
Plain and simple.
Come on, kid, let's go.
- Holy shit. - Let's get outta here.
I know where they're goin'.
I figured you did.
Santa Monica Airport, fast.
- But we got one minor problem. - What?
We can't arrest them... or shoot them.
What?
- Did you set the altimeter? - 1,000.
- What? - 1,000!
Check the rigging, okay?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Fucking FBI.
I'm not armed!
- But you're not alone. - Good guess.
There's a gun on you right now.
- Where is Roach? - Around somewhere.
So, listen, Johnny, we are in kind of a hurry. What do you need?
You gotta tell me where she is.
Oh, and let my policy expire. Good idea.
Look, Bodhi, man, people are dead. The ride is over.
Oh, no, no. I say when it's over.
The guy you killed was an off-duty cop.
They'll nail you wherever you land.
There's a new thing called radar. Maybe you've heard of it.
What is your...
Nathanial, get in there.
Get back in the cockpit! Move!
Yeah.
I know you, man. When they fall on you,
you won't back down.
They'll have to burn your ass to the ground.
- Shit happens. - Look...
You got a death wish. You wanna ride to glory, fine,
but don't take Tyler with you.
I'm begging you.
Tell me where she is, and I walk away.
- You walk away? - I walk away.
That is beautiful, Johnny.
Angelo! Don't fire!
They'll kill her! No!
Get out of the way, kid! Goddamn it!
Damn!
No!
Jesus Christ!
- Angelo. - I don't have much...
Utah... Utah...
Let's walk. You're my man. Just hang on.
I'm really fucked up.
Just hang on. You'll be all right.
Oh, God!
I'm not flying you guys to San Felipe, man.
Get in the fuckin' plane! Start those engines!
Oh, good. Tell him where we're going.
Let's go, man.
We are gonna ride this all the way, Johnny.
You and me, so let's go.
Get the fuck up! Tyler's waitin'!
Go, go, go!
Start the engines now!
Go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Rosie. Yo, Rosie. This is Air Force One.
Do you read me? Do you read me? Over.
Look, man, we've been over Mexico for the last half hour.
Can I quit mowing the lawn here?
Gettin' more bushes in the wheels than I usually like.
Shut your mouth and take it to 4,000 feet
on this heading. All right?
All right.
I don't think that's such a good idea, man.
We'll... We'll pop up on their screens.
Doesn't matter. We're almost there.
Just gotta get you to a safe jump altitude.
Hey, let's get your rig on.
Aw! Hey, man, I'm cold. I'm really cold.
I got your jacket.
Here's your jacket. Easy.
Oh, oh!
Oh, fuck! Oh!
I know, I know, I know. Easy. Easy.
One arm at a time.
I can't get it. I can't get it.
Oh, man, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh!
Johnny...
throw me that money bag.
Now!
You're cold because all the blood is runnin' out
of your body, Roach.
You're gonna be dead soon. I hope it was worth it.
Don't listen to 'im. He's just scared.
You just keep thinking...
about all those senoritas and margaritas
nursing you back to health, okay?
What the fuck are you lookin' at?
Fuck! Aaghh!
Okay. Here you go.
Rosie? Rosie, this is Air Force One.
Do you copy? Do you copy? Over.
Copy. We have a visual on you.
Tell 'im to release Tyler.
Do it! Do it now!
You won! You got what you wanted.
What if your chute fails? Cancel the order!
She served her purpose.
Do it, man. You owe me that much.
Okay, you ready?
On three... one... two... three.
Easy, easy. A little more. A little more.
Chute's clear.
- Yeah, yeah. - Okay.
Okay. I'll see you on the ground, all right?
I'll see you in hell, Johnny.
Oh!
I know it's hard for you, Johnny. I know you want me so bad,
it's like acid in your mouth.
But not this time.
Adios, amigo.
Fucker!
What...
- Pull the chute, Bodhi. - You are crazy!
- Pull the fucking chute! - Why don't you pull it?
No games, Bodhi. Pull the cord now!
Nah, you pull it.
Go ahead, Johnny, pull it. You gotta drop the gun, right?
If you use your other hand, what're you gonna hold on with?
Pull it right now,
or I blow your head off and pull it myself.
That's the only way it's gonna happen, my friend. Do it!
- Swear to God, I will. - Do it, man!
Do it or you're gonna die, Johnny.
Six seconds.
We're gonna be meat waffles... five.
Four.
- You fucking crazy? - Three.
Pull it!
- Two. - Pull it!
- One. - Shit!
Shit!
Jesus Christ, Bodhi.
Goddamn, you are one radical son of a bitch.
I'm outta here, Johnny.
That knee again, huh?
Too bad. Looks like this time
you won't be gettin' your man.
This game we both lose.
Let her go!
- Johnny, I... - Shh.
Some other time.
Come on, we're outta here.
Yo, Johnny!
I'll see you in the next life.
We can't leave 'im here. We gotta bury him.
There's no time, man.
A cyclone warning is now current
for coastal areas between Torquay and Cape Ottway.
Experts are saying this is potentially
one of the worst storms in Australia's history.
Heavy rains will continue into the night,
with destructive winds
reaching up to 150 kilometers per hour.
The center of the cyclone is now expected to cross the coast
between Bell's Beach and Fairhaven
early tomorrow morning.
Residents are advised to prepare for evacuation.
What do you wanna do now?
We ought to get out of this mess.
I'm freezing.
Sorry, mate.
Anybody been out there?
No one's been out. No one's going out.
It's gonna be fuckin' crazy, man.
Death on a stick out there, mate.
Won't get me out there.
Lose something, brah?
Special agent Utah.
I knew I could count on you.
I've been to every city in Mexico.
I came across an unclaimed piece of meat in Baja.
Turned out to be Rosie.
Guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better.
Found a passport o' yours in Sumatra.
Missed you by about a week in Fiji.
But I knew you wouldn't miss the 50-year storm, Bodhi.
Yeah.
Too bad.
You finally get your waves, and it's totally closed out.
Just waitin' for my set.
You gotta go down.
You crossed the line
and people trusted you, and they died.
Yeah, it went bad. Went real bad.
Life sure has a sick sense of humor, doesn't it?
- Still surfing? - Every day.
Come on, Bodhi. It's time to go.
You know you gotta go back with me.
Sorry, my friend.
Come on.
Shit!
No! No!
I told them...
you'd go quietly.
No!
You know there's no way I can handle a cage, man.
I don't care. You gotta go down.
It's gotta be that way.
Okay, man. Okay.
I'm screwed.
I'm gonna go to jail... and I'll pay...
and Johnny Utah gets his guy. Right?
Good for you. That's real good.
You're gonna be a big hero now.
But look at it, Johnny. Look at it!
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, man!
Just let me go out there, let me get one wave before you take me.
One wave.
Now, where am I gonna go, man?
Cliffs on both sides,
I'm not gonna paddle to New Zealand.
My whole life has been about this moment, Johnny.
Come on, compadre.
Come on.
- All units fine. - Come on!
Vaya con dios.
What the fuck, Utah?
What do you think you're doing?
You let 'im go!
No, I didn't.
We'll get him when he comes back in.
He's not coming back.