EXT. OCEAN - CLOSE UP: WATER - MORNING LIGHT
We are at the delicate interface between ocean and
air...liquid and gas...the event horizon where molecules
evaporate. This interchange is ethereal. Then, low
frequencies rumble through depths...louder...closer, now...
And the ocean surface is torn by a 46-foot catamaran and the
ROAR of 2,700 horsepower, rocketing at us at 140 knots...
"BORN TO WIN"
"BORN TO WIN"
...has a canopy, low like a B-1 bomber and extends a half
mile. It launches off two-foot swells, goes airborne, pushes
to 150 knots with another 1,100 RPM left...
INT. RACE BOAT - SONNY CROCKETT
pilots the "Born to Win" in full helmet. On the throttle and
flaps is RICARDO TUBBS...
EXT. OCEAN - "BORN TO WIN"
leads the frontrunners towards a finish line demarcated by a
couple of $10 million yachts loaded with media. At the last
moment occurs a small power loss, and "Born to Win" gets
nosed into second place by the 46-foot Skater, "Goddess"...
EXT. MARINA - "BORN TO WIN" - LATER
thunders to the dock, throttled down at low revs. The canopy
is up. Crockett and Tubbs' helmets are off. Dockhands tie
it off. It's the same crowd you catch at a Grand Prix: nine-
figure money, tall, Northern Italian women and minor German
princesses with Swiss educations, no bimbos and no questions
about asset origins. The exception is "Born to Win's"
sponsor, a blonde, dreadlocked, bearded 6'4" SWITEK. He
looks like a dot-com entrepreneur who got out in time. Next
to him is a blonde Ukranian lady with high cheekbones. We'll
see her again.
WINNING CIRCLE - CROCKETT + TUBBS
in second position to the Japanese driver and throttle man of
"Goddess," neither of whom speak English. The #3 boat,
"Bicardi Silver," was driven by David Scott and throttled by
CROCKETT + TUBBS
leave the winning circle among Asian and Mexican
billionaires. As the small crowd breaks up...
A DEEPLY-TANNED PLAYER
named NICHOLAS in Vuarnet wraparounds and buzz-cut white hair
Burnett, what's crackin'?
Maxin' and relaxin'.
(doesn't believe them)
Sure. Change your mind; get
inclined? Let me know...
Whatever Nicholas is soliciting, Crockett and Tubbs don't
want. (Nicholas brokers "go-fast" runs, moving loads from
offshore into South Florida. Among guys who pilot offshore
race boats, there are one or two who've never run a load, but
no one's found them yet.) Meanwhile...
INT. ALONZO STEVENS' HOUSE - A KITCHEN - NIGHT
A couple-hundred-thousand-dollars worth of granite and steel.
Off-screen a restaurant-grade Sub-Zero opens with a hiss.
Fan starts. Beyond the kitchen we SEE through a dining room
to a den. A chair is overturned. We HEAR muffled sounds.
We SEE feet extend through a door jamb. Someone's on the
floor. A television is playing, distantly.
INT. DEN - SEE FAMILY PICTURES