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Hi. Johnny Utah.

Your nine o'clock appointment is here.

Special Agent John Utah, day number one in LA.

Welcome aboard. We're going 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…

- Excuse me. - … you know less than nothing.

If you knew that you knew nothing,

that'd 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…

Coming through.

… sound cardiovascular fitness.

We don't drink and we sure as hell don't smoke!

Sir, I take the skin off chicken.

Good man.

This is us. Bank Robbery. And you are now

in the bank robbery capital of the world.

Thirteen-hundred and twenty-two last year

in LA County. Up 26% from the year before.

That's correct. And we nailed over 1000 of them.

Miss Deer, take a look at that for me.

Thank you. Do you know how we nail the bad guys, Utah?

Do 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.

Oh, you're a real blue-flame special,

aren't you, son?

Young, dumb and full of cum. I know.

What I don't know is how…

how you got yourself assigned out here to 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 want to see you retrieve

at least two bricks off the bottom.

One.

Two.

I've been in the field for 22 years.

I've fired my piece

over 19 times in the line of duty.

Johnny Utah, sir.

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 something.

- The shit they pull, huh? - Yeah!

- Hey, Angie? - What?

Here's your guy!

What?

Pappas.

Angelo Pappas.

Punk. Quarterback Punk.

Hmm.

Welcome to SeaWorld, kid.

Good luck, Pappas.

Two bricks, comin' up.

Little hand says it's time to rock and roll.

Everybody freeze!

Nobody move!

Now get your hands up and your eyes down!

- All tellers… - Back away…

… back away from the counters! Hands on your heads now!

Grab another gun!

Everybody, onto the floor!

On the floor!

Move it! Move it! Now! Get down!

What's the matter with you people?

You, outta the cubicle.

Get outta my way!

Now, back away from the counter and get your fuckin' hands up!

Hey, you bitch, what's the matter with you?

Hey, you got earwax?

Back away!

Keep your hands where I can see 'em!

Hands up!

Hello, hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen…

- Come on, Senator! - … 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.

The money's insured,

so it's not worth dying for.

How you doing, 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! On the double!

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.

God! In and out in 90 seconds.

No one ever gets shot.

Now, what are we talking about here?

We're talking 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. You burn time in the vault.

Yup, that's right. Reagan usually does the driving.

Stolen switch car, they leave it running.

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! Psst!

Surgical. Look at them separate the dye pack.

Dick and Ronnie know their jobs.

Yeah, the Ex-Presidents are the best I've ever seen.

Ever!

Any time you two have 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 ten, Pappas. Like totally rad, dude!

I tell ya, the department loves it.

What's he talking about, Angelo?

Found the drop car up on Mulholland Drive,

- I'd like you fellas to— - We'll go work it.

Oh, no!

Angelo?

- Come on! - Thank you.

We'll go work it.

- Good. - Excuse me.

Now, I'm working a fuckin' drop car!

I don't believe it. Working a drop car!

Pappas, what a hard-on!

Keep him away from there.

All right.

Fifty-nine called it in at about 05:45.

This car doesn't have AC. Today was a scorcher.

Sweat secretions in the seatbacks.

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 is 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! Goddamn!

You been working Bank Robbery, what, 22 years?

Yeah, 22 years.

Man, LA 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,

you 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, of 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.

Hey, watch your mouth!

Maybe you ought to just take some early retirement right now.

And get some rent-a-cop night security job,

tell Nam stories.

Listen, you snot-nose little shit!

I was taking shrapnel in Khe Sanh,

while you were crapping in your hands

and rubbing it on your face.

- You mad? - Yeah, I'm mad.

Good and mad?

Yeah. What do you wanna 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.

Oh, 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.

Non-specific mud.

Traces of asphalt, traces of oil.

Traces of sand. Carnauba wax. So I become a wax expert.

Now, there's 80-some uses for this stuff.

Something like 500 products.

Candle wax, car wax, mustache wax.

Could be anything.

Guy's waxing his mustache at the beach,

gets sand in it,

takes it off with a shoe.

- Shoe scuffs the counter. - Would you just

shut up a minute.

Just listen to me. Maybe you'll learn something.

The lab gave us three possible matches.

This is one of them.

- "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. Well, here's another tip.

Check out the dates on these robberies.

It's strictly a summer job for these idiots.

Four months.

June to 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!

The Ex-Presidents rip off banks

to finance their endless summer!

- Whoa! - Whoa!

Hey, man, a lot of guys your age are learning to surf. It's cool.

There's nothing wrong with it.

I'm 25.

That's what I'm saying. It's never too late.

Hope you stick with it.

Surfing's a source. It can 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're trying to tell me the FBI is 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!

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 of 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." 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 her?

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 hanging around here?

I need you to teach me.

Give me 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

because my old man expected me to.

Mm-hmm.

Then 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 something.

I want to do what you do.

It's the truth.

All right.

Okay. Tomorrow. Here.

6:00 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?

God!

Stop here.

You agree to do exactly what I say

- when I say it? - Sure.

Pop!

Pop! If you stand straight up,

you're just gonna fall right over,

so let's try it again.

Start over. Just do it again.

Hey!

What ya 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 surfing.

Whoo!

You're doing all right, city boy!

Whoo! Yeah!

You are surfing!

That's Bodhi.

They call him "the Bodhisattva."

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! - Whoo-hoo!

- Yeah! - Hey!

- Okay. - 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 here.

So, uh…

who's the guy? You replace me?

Give me a break. Where you been?

He surfs real well.

Come on! He's from Kansas or something, all right?

- He's from Kansas? Really? - Yeah.

Heads up!

Yeah!

Good catch.

Ready! Set! Hut!

Go! Go, Roach! Go! Go! Go!

Hut!

Hut!

Hut!

I'm open!

Oh!

Yes, Johnny!

That's my boy! Yes, baby!

Whose ball is it? Who wants it?

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!

Hut!

- Get him! - Get him.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Ready! Set! Hut!

Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Don't you think that's a little out of line?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Cool it, Roach.

Don't you know who this is?

No, I don't know who this is.

This is Johnny Utah. The Ohio State Buckeyes.

- All conference, remember? - Number nine, man,

how ya doing?

- Nice to meet ya! - Ah, man, Jesus Christ!

Johnny fuckin' Utah! Sorry, man. Didn't mean to get in your face.

Man, I knew I knew you, it was the Rose Bowl.

Three years ago, you beat SC, right?

- You? You did this? - That was him!

That was one hell of a game.

No shit.

Yeah, but, uh, you got nuked

in the last quarter or something.

Yeah, I got my knee folded back about 90 degrees the wrong way.

Whoa! 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 surfing.

- 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! Oh, 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've produced a few— - 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?

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.

- Ugh. - Anyway, what's his problem?

We're handling our caseload. 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.

- Excuse me. - You gotta back me up on this.

Johnny, we better come up with something real quick.

- My friend… - What?

Encino Savings and Loan. Guard grabbed LBJ's ponytail.

Twenty-eight robberies and what do we get from it?

One fucking hair.

- Angelo. - What?

Pay attention. There's gonna be a test afterward.

Lab is showing traces

of toxins in the hair.

Selenium, titanium, and arsenic.

The beaches are always being closed

- because of waste spills, right? - Yeah.

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 out of Harp.

- My man. - Yeah.

Hey, when you two are done making out,

I need to talk to you.

What's this? Fucking Narco entrapment or what, dude?

Not exactly, dude.

- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit!

Making a wig for my girlfriend. Thank you.

What the fuck?

Fuckin' guy's a narc, man.

Dude cut my hair!

- So what? He didn't bust us. - The dude fuckin' cut my hair!

Brah, brah, don't move.

Got some huge sucker crawling right into your ear!

- Got it! - Hey!

Leave some fuckin' hair, man!

What is it?

Saved your life, bro.

Close one!

PCBs, selenium, titanium, arsenic.

The percentages look right.

Here's a match.

- There's a match? - Latigo Beach.

Nice point break. Long workable rides.

Surf's up, Ace!

Stay off my wave!

Goon's trying to drop in.

Paddle! Paddle! Paddle!

Out of the way, you shit!

Hey!

You dinged my board!

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.

And 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…

Fucking…

- Eat that! - Get 'em!

Fuckin'—

Johnny, are you there?

You better not be trying to pick up any babes.

Again!

You hit him!

- Yeah! Yeah! - Harder!

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. - Bunker.

Listen, Bunker.

I'm actually really glad you found me.

Yeah? Why?

Hey!

- Back off. - Hey, man!

Shit!

Come on, come on.

Come here!

Fuck!

This is stimulating, but we're outta here.

Let's go, Utah.

Just keep walking.

Oh! Oh, okay.

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 him. - 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, AKA Lupton Pitman.

And the other two, hell, I don't know.

They… they, uh, they 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 seas,

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 of mind.

It's that place where you lose yourself

and you find yourself. You don't know it yet,

but you've 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.

And that is very rare in this world.

Well, thanks for stepping 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 '70s Jeep.

The jeep belongs to a Bunker Weiss, my buddy.

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, postgraduate work at Chino.

Excellent! I'm loving it!

These guys really fit the profile.

I say we lay it on Harp.

Here comes the night shift.

Hey, who was that girl?

You know, the girl with the really big tits.

Oh, 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.

Whoa!

Cold pizza for you. It's good for breakfast. See you.

When did Harp say we'd get the warrant?

He's gonna push it through 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.

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 fuckin' roaring, right.

Pushing you forward

like… like you're a hood ornament

on a freight train or something, 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 doing it right, Roach.

Just paddling out in a big surf is total commitment.

You can't just call time out, and stroll on into the beach

if you don't like the way things are going.

So, what's the biggest? Waimea?

- Ridden? - Yeah.

- Makaha. - Dana Point.

Bells Beach, Australia.

Well, uh, no way Bells is bigger than Waimea, bro.

It will be next year.

Bodhi believes the 50-year storm is coming next year.

Fifty-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.

The winter storm comes out of Antarctica,

tearing up the Pacific.

And it sends a huge swell north, 2000 miles.

And when it hits Bells 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.

It's how I want to go.

Hell, I ain't gonna live to see 30.

There's too much testosterone here.

Whoo!

Bunch of goddamn adrenaline junkies.

Hope you're not buying into this banzai bullshit

like the rest of Bodhi's moonies.

What are you talking about?

You've got that 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 going on?

Here. Time for a little stealth mission.

- You up for it? - Let's go, come on.

- 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 fuckin' crazy.

But are you crazy enough?

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo! Tyler!

Whoo-hoo!

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. I'm gonna fuckin' die now.

Fuck!

Whoo! You're surfing, man.

Whoa!

Whoo!

I'm fuckin' surfing!

Yeah! Check it out!

Is this not the best feeling on Earth?

Yeah! Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Good break, Johnny.

All right!

Yeah! Whoo!

Looks like we lost somebody.

Yeah. Leave the fire for them.

You wanna get something to eat?

Whoo! Huge!

You wanna get something to eat?

I'm dying. Yeah.

Had enough?

Yeah.

I just wanna sit out here for a minute.

Look at you.

What?

Well, usually, you have this intense,

sort of, scowl of concentration on your face,

like you're doing 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.

Yeah, 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 how it is.

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 back up.

I don't wanna burn your cover. Do you got that?

- Got it. - Good.

Now, take your position. It's showtime.

- Go. - Asshole.

Scooby? Come on, Scooby.

Scooby, where are you?

- Have you seen a little dog? - No, man.

No dog? Scooby, come on.

Here, Scooby! Scooby?

- What the fuck? - Get up, man. Get your gun.

There's someone at the front door! Now!

Let's go. Get your gun now! Get it.

- Oh! - Yeah, what?

Uh. Hi. Oh… Uh. Have you seen my dog?

I got a little dog I'm missing It's a cockapoo-like thing.

- It's got its nose— - I don't know

anything about your fucking dog.

Oh, wait. Wait. Wait!

- He's a nice dog. - I don't give a—

Cullen, this is Utah. Get Angelo out of there.

They're pulling out a fuckin' arsenal.

Utah, repeat, say again.

Cullen, you copy?

Cullen? Alvarez?

Don't let him 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 this shit!

Uh. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are you sure he's not in the backyard?

Look, I'm telling you,

I ain't got time for this bullshit.

There's two guy's out the back, man. Ducked down!

Oh, shit! Shit, we're fucked!

That fuck comes through the door,

I'm gonna pump him up, man. Swear to Christ!

Well, are you sure it's not in the back?

I'm tellin' ya, he ain't back there!

Well, is there anybody else…

There ain't nobody else here.

Just get the fuck

- out of my face. - FBI, gorgeous.

- FBI, drop it! - Fuck you!

Fuckin' pigs.

Oh, wait! Hey!

Goddamn! Oh, motherfuckin'!

- Oh, shut up. - You motherfuckers!

- Shut up, I said. - Motherfuckers!

- Shut up! - You motherfuckers.

Hey, motherfucker, backup!

Back up or I blow her fuckin' head off!

Back up or I'll take her with me! Back up!

- I'm comin' out right now. - Goddamn it, let me go!

Back up! Back up!

Oh, God.

- Let me go! Let me go! - Oh, God!

Come on!

You bastard!

- Babbit? - You fuckers.

Hey! Hey!

Fuck you up, man!

Speak into the microphone, squid brain.

Fuck!

- Give me your hand. - Fuck you!

Give me your other hand.

Fuck.

Must feel good to you.

There you go. You okay?

Fuck!

Ooh! 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, uh, you're the real cowboys, right?

Batman and Robin. You know what this is, huh?

You know what this is, punk? This is two keys.

- Uncut crystal meth. - Oh, shit.

Special Agent Utah,

I'd like you to meet Agent Dietz.

Works for the DEA.

He was working deep cover until you shot—

You think I like this hair, man, huh?

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 wanting to play

Wheel of Fortune with me,

so I can find out who their supplier is,

then you fucking cowboys show up.

Nice tattoo, Dietz.

Oh, you like that, Pappas, huh? Fuck you.

He has 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? Why don't you figure that out?

It's not an easy thing to do, is it, Utah?

You fuckin' jerks.

Oh, shit!

Shit.

Hey! Five-foot walls at Zero's. Let's go.

Hey, Tyler.

- Hey, Bodhi. - So let's go.

Time's a wasting.

Now!

He does this.

Epic!

Yeah!

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.

The Zen surf master?

- Bodhi, yeah. - Yeah.

I'm on him 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!

- Oh… - 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 or 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 outta here. - Goddamn it!

Why didn't you call me?

They're probably halfway to Maui.

Uh-huh. No.

They've got to pick up some traveling money first.

Assured Trust tomorrow, next day, outside, 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? - Dollar, sir.

- No. - No. No, we got a lot.

- We got a lot. - Dollar, sir.

No, thanks. Good luck.

God…

"For his turkey cemetery?" Oh!

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 ya doing?

Hi. Can 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 seven eight-four.

- 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, oh, oh, boy. - You see that Lincoln pull up?

I'm so hungry, I could eat the ass-end out of a dead rhino.

I should've had you get me

three of these things. What Lincoln?

- Goddamn! - FBI.

- Get 'em! - Freeze!

I got him. I got him.

No! Don't kill.

Freeze!

- Holy shit! - Fuck!

Get down!

- Go! Come on! - Come on!

Come on, get in, get in.

- Jesus Christ. Fuck! Go. - Go, go!

- Go! - Ah, give me a fuckin' break.

I am going.

I don't see 'em, where'd they go?

I don't fuckin' believe this.

I think we're losing 'em.

- Stay on 'em! You're losing 'em. - I'm not losing 'em.

- Over to the right… - Fucking cunt!

… over to the right.

- Go, go! - It's coming up.

- 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! - 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 ya. - You ain't got shit.

Hang on.

Oh, goddamn it!

Come on! Come on!

- Okay, guys… - All clear.

… this is the emergency sanitation.

- Back up, buddy. - Hey!

Try it, man. Just try it.

- What about the old Chevy? - Let's go.

Right. This guy down here. Come on.

I got him. I got the gun.

Take care of him, Jimmy.

Get away from the car. Move it.

- All right, 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!

We gotta go now. What's his problem?

- Wait… wait a minute. - We gotta go now!

- Wait, don't go. - Come on!

- Get… get down! - Go!

- Oh, shit! - Let's go. Go!

Let's go!

What the fuck!

Look out.

Hey!

Get the fuck out of this house.

Hey! What do you think…

… you're doing? Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, no!

Damn!

Say again, 41.

Roger that, 41. Cal-Plate-562, 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, 4650 Wilshire.

Roger, 23.

Unit 41…

… further information on suspect vehicle.

I want you to know something. 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

of 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 him. 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?

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 wanna tell you.

It's important.

It could really affect things between you and me.

Man!

This is harder than I thought.

Oh, 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.

I should've shot him when I had the chance.

I'll deal with that fuckin' 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 this 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.

Look, 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 him.

A lawyer?

- You lied to me. - Tyler, put the gun down.

Tyler, put the gun down.

I bet you lied about everything.

I 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 I didn't— - 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 that I've never known

anyone like you before in my life

and I hope you change your mind.

Tyler, wait. I'm coming.

Howdy, bro.

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. Here you go, man.

Uh. Boots. Here we go.

Okay, put the stuff on the truck.

We gotta go. Life is short.

You are gonna love this.

- Whoo! - Yo!

Finally, we're here.

All right, let's unload.

- Take this bag. - Coming.

Now, come on.

- Nathanial… - Wait a minute.

- And take this too. - Thank you, sir. There you go.

- Ever done this before? - No.

But I've seen it on TV.

It's 100% pure adrenaline.

Other guys snort for it, jab a vein for it.

All you gotta do is jump.

I'm sure it's a blast, but listen, I sorta screwed

my knee up yesterday.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I noticed you limping,

but hey, don't worry about it, bro.

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 speed star.

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 something like this.

We're gonna jump or jerk off?

That's my man.

It's coming up!

Whoo! Yeah, let's do it.

Johnny, you're about to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

How you feel about that?

Jump off!

Shit! Whoa! Shit!

Whoa! Whoa!

Sex with the gods! You can't beat this!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo! This is fucking beautiful.

Whoo-hoo!

- Whoa! Yeah! - Yeah! Yeah!

Come on, Johnny! Whoo!

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 coming.

All right! Johnny, you did it.

You're a speed star.

We're going like a bat out of hell.

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 doing good.

A thousand feet, pull.

After you, Alphonse. I insist.

Pull the ripcord now.

You first.

Okay.

Son of a bitch!

Jesus Christ.

I gotta be losing it.

It's the closest you'll ever get to God.

It's like the palm of your hand, man. Zoom!

- Coming right at you. - Unbelievable.

Ineffable. Totally indescribable.

We pulled up.

An experience to share. I'll tell you that much.

We did pull pretty low.

Oh, you'll never be the same again.

Didn't I tell you Johnny, it'd be just fine?

- Yeah. - Damn firsts.

- Whoo! - Good job.

Hey, Johnny, you can drop your chute right there.

Good job.

Pack off your shoulders.

- Kick it back, step out of it. - I'll pack that for you, Bodhi.

- Okay, thanks. - Johnny, come here.

There's something you need to see.

Thank you.

Hop in.

Okay. Fucking…

What's this?

This is an insurance policy.

It will sting a bit, but, uh, it's for your own growth, bro.

Press play.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

She is a wild one, isn't she, Special Agent Utah?

Fuckin' 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.

Uh. Sorry, I… I can't do it, bro.

They're on the road and where they're going,

there are no phones, so you are shit outta luck.

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, the blankness.

But when three 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 wasting 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.

There 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 fuckin' wake-up call, man!

I am an FBI agent.

I know, man. Isn'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?

- Fuckin' A. - I love this fuckin' 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!

- Get on the floor! - Right now!

Get down!

Hold it. Where you going?

Get the fuck down!

Everybody get down!

Let's go!

Get his gun!

Don't fuckin' do it, man.

On the floor, asshole.

What's your problem?

I'll blow out your fuckin' kneecaps…

… you'll be on the floor.

It's a kick in the ass, ain't it, man?

Hey, look, we're on TV. Smile.

Gonna be a little hard to play FBI now though, huh?

Can we just get the goddamned money,

and get out of 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 of minutes

of your lives and we're gone.

Dick? Dick, go to the vault.

Uh. You, Ms. Jennings,

would you be a dear and open the gate

for my associate now?

Mr. Duggan's got the keys.

Why we going to the vault?

- We never go to the vault. - Just do it!

Lyndon, go with them. We're hitting the vault, man.

Go, go.

Who's Mr. fuckin' Duggan?

Mr. Duggan,

you wanna open the vault or do you want me to do it?

Do whatever they want, Terry.

Take the fucking key! Take 'em!

Move it!

Open the damned door!

I'll fuckin' blow your fuckin' head off! Move it!

Come on! Move! Get out of the way!

Okay.

Go for the bag. Big bills.

Fuckin' goin' in the fuckin' vault!

This is a bad idea.

Put your head on the ground.

Don't look at me.

You're blowing it, man. You're breaking your own rules.

You're pulling too much time.

Jimmy, how we doing?

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.

Don't. Don't.

You got a gun on your ankle?

Uh-huh.

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.

Oh, no. Don't! Don't! Just put it away.

Please, put it away. Put it away.

Now, hurry up! Let's go! We gotta go! Let's go!

Fuckin' move.

Federal agent! Undercover!

Nobody fuckin' move!

Hang on.

Hang on. Hang on, little brother.

Come on. We're out of here. We are out of here. Hang on.

I'll get you out of here.

Just hang on, little brother.

Just hang on, man.

No, man. No.

Are you out of 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 him with.

Let's go!

Ah, Goddamn it.

Who's in charge of this camera crew?

This is a crime-scene area for Christ's sake.

- Get 'em the fuck outta here. - All right, you heard him.

Let's go. 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.

Now, do you understand these rights

I've just given you, Utah?

Let's get him outta here.

You understand?

You understand the rights I've just read you, Utah?

Get him out of here.

Hey, he understands his goddamned rights.

Jesus Christ, kid. Are you okay? Here, stand up.

- Get these cuffs off. - Leave the cuffs on.

- Right now! Get 'em off! - Leave 'em on!

Oh, boy.

Your partner's an accessory to murder.

You understand that, Pappas?

Utah, there are three dead people.

One of 'em's 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 him in.

Yeah, sure, Angelo. Why not?

I mean, that's why I put you two screw-ups together

to begin with.

You deserve each other, don't you?

I mean, you're just as bad as he is.

Only, you're a little fatter, you're a little slower,

and a little more pathetic.

Christ's 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 jackin' 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 out

of all these years that you still haven't got.

Oh, yeah? Why don't you astonish me, shit face?

Respect for my elders.

- God! - Jesus!

Plain and simple. Come on, kid, let's go.

- Holy shit. - Let's get out of here.

I know where they're going.

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? - One thousand.

- What? - One thousand.

Check the rigging, okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Fuckin' FBI.

I'm not armed!

But you're not alone.

Good guess.

There's a gun on you right now.

- Where's 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.

Uh-huh. And 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 then 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 time.

- Man, just hang on, man. - I really fucked up.

Just hang on. You'll be all right.

Oh, God.

Come on, come on.

Yeah. Come on.

I'm not flying you guys to San Felipe, man.

Get in the fuckin' plane. Start those engines!

I'll go and 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 waiting.

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?

I'm getting 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.

Okay, let's get your rig on.

Hey, man, I'm cold.

- I'm really cold. - I got your jacket.

Here's your jacket. Easy.

Oh, fuck!

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.

Johnny…

throw me that money bag.

Now!

You're cold because all the blood

is running out of your body, Roach.

You're going to be dead soon.

I hope it was worth it.

Don't listen to him, he's just scared.

You just keep thinking about all the senoritas,

and margaritas who will be nursing you

back to health, okay?

The fuck are you looking at?

- Fuck! - Okay, there you go.

Rosie? Rosie, this is Air Force One.

Do you copy? Do you copy? Over.

Copy. We have a visual on you.

Tell him to release Tyler.

Do it! Do it now! You won. You got what you wanted.

What if your chute fails? Cancel the order!

She's served her purpose. Do it, man.

You owe me that much!

No.

- Okay, you ready? - Yeah.

On three. One, two, three.

- Jesus Christ. - Go. Easy, easy.

Little more, little more.

- Chute clear. - Yeah, yeah.

- Okay? - Okay.

Easy, easy.

Yeah. Hey…

I'll see you on the ground, all right?

All right. I'll see ya in hell, Johnny.

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 fuckin' 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 you gonna hold on with?

Pull it right now or I blow your fuckin' head off,

and pull it myself.

The only way it's gonna happen, my friend.

- Do it. - I 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're fuckin' crazy?

- … three, two… - Pull it! Pull it!

- … one. - Shit! Shit!

Oh, God!

Jesus Christ, Bodhi.

Goddamn, you are one radical son of a bitch.

I'm out of here, Johnny.

That knee again, huh?

Too bad.

Looks like this time, you won't be getting your man.

This game we both lose.

Let her go.

Let her go!

Johnny, I lo—

Some other time.

Oh…

Come on. We're out of here.

Yo, Johnny!

I'll see you in the next life!

I can't leave him here.

- We gotta bury him. - There's no time, man.

A cyclone warning

is now current for coastal areas

between Torquay and Cape Otway.

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 km per hour.

The center of the cyclone

is now expected to cross the coast

between Bells Beach and Fairhaven

early tomorrow morning.

Residents are advised to prepare for evacuation.

What do we wanna do now?

We've gotta get out of this mess.

I'm freezing!

- Sorry, mate. - Anybody been out there?

No one's been out, and no one's going out.

You gotta be fuckin' crazy, man.

Death-on-a-stick out there, mate.

Scary.

Anybody out there?

Lose somethin', brah?

Special Agent Utah, I knew I could count on you.

I've been to every city in Mexico.

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 of yours in Sumatra.

Missed you by about a week in Fiji.

But I knew you wouldn't miss a 50-year storm, Bodhi.

Yeah.

Too bad.

You finally get your waves and it's totally closed out.

Just waiting for my set.

You gotta go down.

You crossed the line and people trusted you,

and they died.

Yeah, it went bad. It 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.

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'll 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 you, this way!

Come on!

Vaya con dios.

What the fuck, Utah?

What do think you're doing?

You let him go!

No, I didn't.

No way. Hey, the guy's nuts.

We'll get him when he comes back in.

He's not coming back.