We are in the belly of a wave.
Light refracts in a constant collision of water.
SLOW MOTION, the hallucinatory prisms, like liquid
diamonds taking flight, dreamlike...
EXT. OCEAN - DUSK
Backlit against a flaming sun a solitary SURFER glides
across the green glassy peak. TIME IS STRETCHED until his
movements gain a grace and fluidity not of this world.
Total Zen concentration. Body weight centered, eyes
forward and on the next section.
EXT. URBAN STREET - DUSK
SLOW MOTION ON a black sedan.
Creeping along store fronts. Past a Winchell's.
PEOPLE splash steps down rain-washed sidewalks in DREAM
MOTION. The sedan turns past the FIRST VIRGINIA BANK and
into an alley.
INT. BLACK SEDAN
TWO MEN and ONE WOMAN in SUSPENDED TIME put on overcoats
and hats. Under their hats strips of Scotch tape stretch
taut from the base of their nose to their forehead,
hideously distorting their features. Makes them look like
SILVERY in this light, almost metallic, as if from some
future-scape. The lone surfer SHREDS a long, endless
ACCELERATING INTO REAL TIME -- as he stares into the pit,
digs in, drops into the sweet spot on the wave, hunkers
His moves becoming aggressive, frenzied--
INT. BLACK SEDAN
An M-16 clip is SMACKED into place and cocked with a
CACHACK! Ammo clips are SNICK-SNICKED into handgun butts
and a long clip is SSSNICKED into an UZI.
Watches are checked. The PIG NOSE people nod to each
Pig Nose #1, steals into position near the glass doors,
slams his back to the wall, weapon to cheek, breath fast.
FAST NOW -- the surfboard rips a brutal gash in the face
of the wave. The surfer TRIMS down the line, pivoting the
board and going straight down, CARVING the bottom. He
slashes viciously back toward the lip and--
In a radical INVERTED AIR ATTACK sails SIX feet above the
wave in an explosion of water--
Glass doors explode OPEN and Pig Nose #1 SPINS inside. He
fires a burst into the ceiling. BRRAAMM!!
PIG NOSE #1
EVERYBODY on the floor!
VERY FAST HERE--
Two bandits handle BANK EMPLOYEES and customers--
Another PIG NOSE watches the door--
Pig Nose #1 moves behind counter, Uzi and canvas sack in
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN
Dark. Monitors SHOW SLOW SCANS of the bank INTERIOR.
Two MEN wear headphones and black windbreakers with FBI
stenciled on the back. One watches with binoculars.
Bingo. We're on. Let's go.
Where's the big college
quarterback?! Are you with us,
EXT. BANK WALL
A MAN in his twenties. His head spins revealing rain-
slicked hair and face, eyes wide, bright. An edgy
handsomeness to him.
He pops a stick of Wrigley's in his mouth, rests a shotgun
on one leg and leans against the wall. He wears a
headset... through which we hear the FBI guy yelling for
This is JOHNNY UTAH.
Utah, where the hell are ya!?
Utah takes his headset off...
Pig Nose #1 LEAPS over the counter, holds a canvas sack
filled with booty from tellers' drawers.
PIG NOSE #1
Fuckin' shake it!
Pig Nose #2 nods with his snubby nose, hurries toward the
EXT. FIRST VIRGINIA BANK
The bandits burst through the doors and sprint to the
alley where they jump into the SEDAN. THE DRIVER, the
WOMAN PIG NOSE, punches it and the TIRES WHIRRR on the
The sedan launches down the alley.