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Çäåñü âû ìîæåòå íàéòè ïðîäîëæåíèå ñöåíàðèÿ ê ôèëüìó: ×åëþñòè II/ Jaws II. ×åëþñòè II/ Jaws II 83 AMITY - INLET BRIDGE 83 Dawn comes. CUT T0 84 WATCHTOWER - EARLY MORNING 84 Brody climbs the tower for another day. It's already getting hot. CUT TO 85 BEACH - MORNING 85 Mike and Angela are sprawled out on the sand looking seaward. She's sulking. It's a perfect day for sailing, and several boats are already out. A large gray powerboat is passing offshore with rubber-suited figures on its deck. ANGELA What's that? MIKE (bitterly) Skin-diving class. She turns over on her back and stares up at the clouds. He moves closer and puts his arm across her. She doesn't move. He leans over and gently touches her neck with his lips... she lets him. Good. Now his hands reach out for her breast, but she pushes him away and sits up. MIKE What's the matter? ANGELA I don't like to make a public display of myself. MIKE Why don't we go back to my house? I have the garage to myself. ANGELA The garage? How enticing! How romantic! MIKE Mike is embarrassed, searching for something to say. MIKE There's always Pine Groves. ANGELA And wade through bodies? You just sit on the ground there, you get pregnant. She sighs, turns over on her stomach, brushing him with her big breasts, and stares out to sea again. ANGELA See, I thought we'd go out to some place where nobody goes. Someplace special, you know what I mean? MIKE Yeah. Winter Island. Nobody there. ANGELA We could bring a picnic and a blanket. And wine...nice and cool. And you know, like that ...all alone. She pulls him down on top of her and kisses him full on the mouth. ANGELA (smiling, whispering in his ear) I really like you, Mike. She quickly pushes him away again, but looks at him out of the corner of her eye. He's beside himself. MIKE Yeah. Well, maybe we could. I mean I can really do what I want anyway. I just don't like to upset my father, but I...ah, I can do what I want. CUT TO 86 AT SEA 86 The gray dive boat drops anchor, eight rubber-suited divers aboard. Tom Andrews (the diving instructor Brody spoke to by the pool) and Andrews' Assistant are helping the student divers put on tanks and weight belts. They're a mixed group -- half adults, half teenagers. ANDREWS You won't see much today, not much visibility -- but don't let that make you nervous. One of the boys is a little wide-eyed with excitement. ASSISTANT You okay? (the boy nods) And how do you tell me that under the water? The boy gives the okay sign. ANDREWS Right, over you go. Stick with your buddies. The class backrolls in one by one. ASSISTANT Coming? ANDREWS Go ahead. I'm gonna try to get dinner. The Assistant backrolls in and joins the scuba divers on the surface. He signals "Down!" Andrews picks up a spear gun and giant-steps into the water. He swims looking down, cocking the spear gun. 87 UNDERWATER 87 from Andrews' point of view: the divers descending, nearly obscured in the murk. One looks up and waves. Concerned by the poor visibility, Andrews drops down to join them. He glides from one pair of buddies to the other, giving and re- ceiving the okay sign. He can tell from the bubbles that one woman's breathing is too rapid -- she needs a bit of calming, so Andrews takes her arm for a moment, exaggeratedly breathing along with her more slowly...Okay? Okay. They all descend lower. CUT TO 88 BRODY GARAGE 88 Mike Brody and Andy are sneaking the sailing equipment out. A clatter as something is kicked -- "sshh!" -- they head toward the road. Sean appears. SEAN (whispering) I'm coming with you, right? MIKE Get outa here. SEAN Please, oh Mike, please! (but they just keep moving, so he turns to go inside) Okay, I'm telling Mom. MIKE (alarmed) You are not! SEAN Yes I am. Pause. MIKE (giving in) What the hell.... CUT TO 89 UNDERWATER 89 The diving class explores the murk. Andrews shakes his head, the visibility is just too poor this far down; he signals to his Assistant -- take them up to 25 feet and level off... They obey, Andrews watching them ascend, staying down to ob- serve how they do it -- glancing for a moment at a school of mackerel streaking by him at top speed --- From his point of view, we see the divers 20 feet above him, and up beyond them, very dimly, on the surface, the hull of the dive-boat. 90 ANDREWS 90 looks up, then down at his watch and depth gauge. His eyes widen as he sees something below him: down in the murk, a big striped bass. He shoots and misses. The lunker bass takes off and he follows in hot pursuit to deeper water. The striper easily outswims him. It slows, he takes aim and it streaks off again, darting back and forth below him. He shouldn't be doing this, leaving his students for so long, but this fish is a beauty. He follows it down. For a moment, he loses it in cloudy water, then his eyes widen with horror at what he sees below him --- 91 THE GREAT WHITE SHARK 91 looms up out of the darkness with the striper in its mouth. One side of the Shark's massive head, charred and knotted by scars, has hardened into hideous armor. Enraged, blackened from dorsal to mouth, white teeth flashing, staring up at him, the Shark rises like a mad beast. Andrews panics...finning backward and tearing at his weight belt to ditch it, he pulls the inflator cord of his safety vest. Instantly it swells up and he surges upward, eyes shut tight, not exhaling. He pumps past the other divers, and shoots to the surface. 92 THE DIVERS 92 looking up at him...at each other...what's going on? The Assistant signals: Ascend. As they carefully rise --- 93 SURFACE 93 Andrews unconscious, bleeding from the nose, bobbing on the surface. The Assistant and the other divers come up. A boy waves desperately for the boat to come as the Assistant tries to pry the mouthpiece from Andrews' teeth. CUT TO 94 HARBOR 94 Angela arrives to find several sailboats are being made ready. Brooke is watching Mike and Andy prepare Mike's catamaran. ANGELA (to Mike) You call this alone? MIKE No sweat. Once we're out there, we'll ditch 'em. ANGELA (meaning Andy and Brooke) What about them? ANDY We have our own things to do. SEAN (locks his bike, hovers) Are we ready to go yet? MIKE You know, Sean, I'm worried. I think someone better stand guard on that corner. SEAN I'll do it! He dashes off, passing two girls (Kathy and Laura) who are sliding their sailboat into the water. They look jealously at Angela, whose windbreaker, jeans and sneakers are all black. KATHY Gawd. The Black Dahlia. LAURA I'm not bitter. I fell out of love with Mike a long time ago. The couple who were caught making it at the lighthouse (Ed and Tina) board their boat. 95 CORNER - SEAN BRODY 95 sneaking along the wall like an infantryman in combat...reaches the corner and cautiously peers around. 96 SEAN'S POINT OF VIEW - MAIN STREET 96 People, shoppers, but no Martin Brody. SEAN (calling) All clear! He runs back to the dock. SEAN All clear, Mike. A thump from one of the boats, followed by giggles and a "sshh" and we see --- 97 ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT 97 They aren't visible. SOMEBODY (o.s.) Hey! What're you two doin' in there? TINA (head pops up) None of your business! 98 ANGELA 98 gets in Mike's boat. Her friend Brooke hesitates. ANDY (on board) Come on, Brooke! Mike's gotta get back. BROOKE That's okay, I'm, uh -- goin' with Polo. ANDY Oh, great. ANGELA Thanks a lot, Brooke! They watch her skulk off with the embarrassed Polo to a sleek little sloop. ANDY Another rejection. Spurned even by scuzz. ANGELA (to Mike) So it's just the three of us, then? ANDY Hey, don't worry about me. We get to the Island, I'll get lost. SEAN (still on dock and getting worried) Mike, can you pull the boat in closer for me? Mike? MIKE Sorry, but there just isn't room --- SEAN Mike! -- MIKE -- and I don't like blackmail. Sean pulls a fit. SEAN You promised! You said! (kicking and screaming, he rolls on the dock) Please! I can't stand it! You're making me crazy! MIKE This won't do you any good. Kathy and Laura stick up for Sean. KATHY Don't be a rat, Mike. LAURA You probably did promise him, didn't you? ANDY (a dark look at Brooke in Polo's boat) Promises are made to be broken. I should know. Sean watches his brother's catamaran raise sail and begin to slide away. LAURA That's okay, you can come with us. SEAN With girls? LAURA If you don't want to --- SEAN No, I do, I do. CUT TO 102 EXT. DIVE BOAT AT DOCK - DAY 102 In the boat a Physician kneeling over Andrews, working on him...no response...Brody and the Assistant close by, the other divers on the dock, shivering and watching...The Physician rises. PHYSICIAN (to Brody) I'd say an embolism. Air breaking through into the bloodstream, bubbles reaching his brain. (shrugs helplessly) The way he came up, without exhaling --- BRODY How could that happen, though? Tom was an instructor, experi- enced --- PHYSICIAN Any diver can panic. I'm a diver myself and a good one and I know that just a sudden sense of being down there can do it. Or maybe equipment failure --- ASSISTANT (with Andrews' tank and regulator) It wasn't that. (presses the purge valve: a hiss of air) Working perfectly. Brody examines the mouthpiece: we can see it's been bitten half through. PHYSICIAN Consistent with panic. Biting down like that, intake of breath, feeling you have to surface. It's a kind of claustrophobia. ASSISTANT Yeah, I've had it sometimes. Not as bad as Tom, though.... Brody's own panic is visibly surging as the ambulance arrives. CUT TO 103 SAILBOATS AT SEA 103 Some boats are already tacking around when Mike's catamaran and the others get there. An athletic Redhead is alone on a little Sunfish. Doug is also single-handed in his tiny inflatable. A brisk wind is blowing, there's a light chop, and it's clouding up. DOUG (calling as Mike's boat approaches) Where you going? ANDY To the lighthouse! ANGELA (to Andy) What're ya telling them for??! 104 ANGLE OTHER BOATS 104 DOUG (calling) Okay! The lighthouse! REDHEAD Race you there! 105 MIKE'S CATAMARAN 105 ANGELA Oh, that's great! MIKE We'll lose them. Music is heard. A Tornado catamaran with a brown sail has a radio fastened to its mast. ANGELA Whose boat is that? The Tornado turns about, revealing its captain, Reeves Vaughan. ANDY Aw, shit. ANGELA Who's that? MIKE The town idiot. Reeves is with the boy with spectacular Sideburns. SIDEBURNS (calling to them, trying to be friendly) Ya wanna race to the lighthouse? ANDY Race to the nuthouse, creeps! REEVES (passing close) What're you doing with such trash, my pretty? (calling to everyone) To the lighthouse! On your mark! 106 MIKE'S CATAMARAN 106 Mike takes out a whistle, gives a short blast, tosses it to Andy. ANDY (calling to other boats) When I blow the whistle, okay? ANGELA (laughing) Is that a police whistle? MIKE Naturally. 107 ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT 107 Ed at the bow, groaning at Tina, who's handling the boat ineptly. ED No, Tina, let me take her. TINA All right, Hercules, you got it. She simply lets go of sail and rudder. The boom whips around. Ed catches it, gives her a look as they switch positions. He's trying to get the boat lined up...a long blast from the whistle, a cheer, and the others are off. Ed slaps the hull as if it were the flank of a horse --- ED (frustrated) Come on, come on.... TINA (smiling inno- cently at him) Gee, you're terrific! 108 MIKE'S CATAMARAN 108 Cheers and coyote yelps from racers on either side...Reeves' Tornado surges ahead REEVES (calling to Angela) You're in the wrong boat, honey. I'll show you a race. ANGELA (showing him a smart middle finger salute) Race this!! 109 NINE BOATS 109 racing away in a ragged line. 110 UNDERWATER 110 We see, from the Shark's point of view, all the skimming hulls, silhouetted on the surface far above. CUT TO 111 AMITY DOCK - DAY 111 Rear doors of the ambulance slam shut. Brody turns away as it leaves. He sees, resting on its side -- Sean's bike. Where's Sean? Mike's sailboat -- IT'S GONE. CUT TO 112 BOATS AT SEA 112 The race progressing. Brightly colored sails -- crimson, brown, lavender, striped -- are strung out along the course. Boats are widely separated now, on at the rear more so than others. We hear snatches of music --- 113 REEVES' TORNADO 113 The radio fastened to his mast is blaring away. Reeves and his friend Sideburns are singing along. They're running first. In the b.g. Mike Brody's catamaran gains a little on them. 114 MIKE BRODY'S BOAT 114 ANGELA Come on, come on, I want to be first! 115 FROM THEIR POINT OF VIEW - THE BOATS BEHIND THEM 115 Spread out over a hundred yards, and beyond them the last boat, straggling even further behind now. Right behind Mike: 116 SUNFISH - THE REDHEAD 116 handles her boat smartly, stealing wind from the skiff next to her. Behind her: 117 OTHER BOATS AND SLOOP WITH POLO AND BROOKE 117 He's hoisting a black jib. She lifts her face to the wind like a happy dog in a car window. Behind them: 118 SAILBOAT WITH TWO GIRLS AND SEAN BRODY 118 Sean's wearing a lifejacket. His mood has changed and he's having a ball. Kathy edges out to join Laura on the windward side, harnessing herself so she hangs way out over water. Even with the two of them there, the pontoon only skims the surface. Sean starts to join them. SEAN I'll help. KATHY (it's too dangerous) No, stay where you are. Disappointed, Sean trails a finger in the rushing water... watching its wake...another finger, then the hand...a heavier wake.... 119 ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT 119 This is the straggler: Tina has taken over again, clumsily zig-zagging, letting out too much sail. The music from the boat ahead hardly audible here. ED (good humored about it) Let me catch up. TINA I'm learning! ED (reaching for the rudder) Not enough, baby --- TINA (pushing it away, playful) Be a good boy --- The boat veers. ED (laughing) Hey -- (scuffling with her) Gonna let me? Huh? TINA (resisting) Ooh! You dirty thing!! You're -- too -- competitive --- Squeals as he tickles her --- 120 UNDERWATER - FROM SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW 120 The veering hull above us, we're rising to it...hearing the sounds they're making on the hull. 121 ED AND TINA 121 both laughing as they grapple over who's to hold the sail and tiller -- suddenly Tina, looking past him, freezes --- 122 THE FIN 122 huge, half-blackened, breaking the surface, approaching --- 123 THE BOAT 123 Ed, terrified, shoves Tina away toward the bow. Both have let go of the sail, and it swings free. Ed seizes the tiller, he's trying to rudder around...the boat slews sideways...Ed half rises, grabs for the rigging, staring at the fin -- and the wind-filled sail comes whizzing back at him, the boom knocking him overboard...Tina screams. 124 ANGLE - ED 124 gasping the water, lunges for the boat, but it's drawing away, and the fin is turning towards him...we glimpse the other boats, they're too far to see or hear a thing. Ed tries to flail toward the boat. A tremor ripples down the Shark's marble body. One quick thrust of its tail and it turns -- we see the hideously mottled side of its massive head. The giant is homing in...Tina screams --- 125 TINA 125 clutches the boom, eyes widening at what she sees now...she screams again. 126 THE THREE BOATS AHEAD OF HER 126 sail blithely on as the music wails over the water, the girls boat in the f.g...Sean looks back for a moment.... 127 ANGLE 127 We see from his point of view the floundering sailboat almost a quarter-mile away...He faces forward with a patronizing smile. KATHY (to Laura) At it again! 128 THE RACE 128 proceeding -- minus Ed and Tina. CUT TO 129 DOCK - BRODY'S SQUAD CAR 129 He's on the radio. BRODY See anything, Sam? 130 BEACH WATCHTOWER - SAM 130 Scanning the horizon with binoculars. It's become a gray day. A few sailboats in the distance are disappearing into haze, leaving only the straggler in sight, too far away to see what's going on. SAM (into walkie-talkie) No sign of his boat, Martin. Three little kids throwing sand. Should I bust 'em? 131 BRODY'S CAR - DOCK 131 He's not amused. BRODY Just keep a sharp lookout. You see my kid's boat, you holler. He breaks off and just sits for a moment, half-in, half-out of his car. Nearby, Hendricks is idly swabbing the deck of the P.D. Boat. HENDRICKS Want to go out and get 'em? Brody hesitates. Is he over-reacting again, should he go out or not? He can't decide. 132 WATCHTOWER - SAM 132 Something has caught his attention. That sailboat out there, it is moving kind of funny, turning in circles like that. He picks up his walkie-talkie. CUT TO 133 AT SEA - OFF THE LIGHTHOUSE 133 The sailboats are approaching the finish of the race. Reeves' Tornado is still in the lead. The girls' boat lets out a violet spinnaker. They're gaining on Mike Brody's catamaran. LAURA I want a closer look at the com- petition. KATHY Oh, he's so vain. SEAN I think you ought to leave them alone. LAURA No way! We're going wherever they go today, my friend. SEAN (judgmental) It's up to you. Neck and neck with Mike's boat, and a little too close, Kathy and Laura peer evilly over at him, huge grins on their faces. ANGELA What's the matter with them? MIKE They want something they can't have. ANGELA What? ANDY His flesh! ANGELA Who can blame them? MIKE Let's get rid of this whole group. He abruptly presses the tiller over, turning the catamaran to the right of the lighthouse. Seeing this, the girls signal to the others to turn to the right. KATHY To the Cape! To the Cape! Most of the boats follow them. ANGELA (appalled) They're following us! MIKE We'll lose them in those islands over there. Reeves has just arrived at the lighthouse and turns trium- phantly to the group. REEVES I WIN! Hey! Where you all going?? CUT TO 134 ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT 134 seems to be sailing itself, a ghost boat rolling with the swells, its rudder drifting back and forth. Without direction, the sail billows first one way, the swings completely across to the other side. The P.D. Boat approaches. BRODY Hello? No answer. Hendricks eases them a little closer. The sailboat is empty...and eerie, with its sail slapping. They draw the sailboat toward them with a hook and Brody boards it. At first, only her arm is visible. Brody kneels and there cowering in the crawl space under the deck, is Tina. BRODY (softly) What's the matter, honey...huh? ...Come on... No response. Her eyes stare at him wide with terror. BRODY (to Hendricks) We gotta get her in. He tries to move her from under the deck. She hangs on. As gently as he can, he tries to pry her hands loose. She starts to whimper. He keeps going. BRODY It's okay now. HENDRICKS (still in the P.D. Boat) Jesus, what happened? BRODY What happened, Tina, please try and tell me. What happened -- please -- ! TINA Ed went over and -- and -- BRODY Tell me -- (he pulls her out, shakes her) What happened? TINA I yelled. They couldn't hear --- Her mouth works soundlessly as he manages to get her on her feet. She sees the water and screams. TINA IS IT THERE? (crouches back down, whimpering) Is it still there? BRODY (level, deadly) It was a shark. CUT TO 135 ANGLES - SAILBOATS 135 thru thru 138 They trail after Mike Brody's catamaran. Doug in is high 138 spirits running before the wind in his tiny inflatable. Only inches from the water, the Redhead maneuvers for position. The lighthouse disappears behind them, eclipsed by an island. CUT TO 139 BRODY AND HENDRICKS 139 Hendricks turns the sailboat toward Amity. HENDRICKS You know how to work that thing? BRODY (in P.D. Boat) I'll manage. Which lever? He guesses right and it starts. He sets out alone to face his enemy. Speeding in the direction of the lighthouse, he takes out his cyanide bullets and loads the gun, then places it snugly on the shelf beside him. The lighthouse looms ahead on the horizon. CUT TO 140 SAILBOATS AND SLOOP - POLO AND BROOKE 140 Polo efficiently lets out sail, chest hair curling through his wet T-shirt. BROOKE (shouts ahead) Beep beep! Doug's inflatable is ahead. They gain on him. POLO (to Brooke) Come on this side. We can pass him easy. The two of them extend far out over the water. In his effort to gain speed without capsizing, his shoulders nearly skim the surface. POLO Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! 141 DOUG 141 shouts as they pass, poking one of his boat's compartments. DOUG Got an air leak...slowing me down!! 142 ANGLES - SAILBOATS 142 thru thru 145 Afternoon sunlight breaks through the clouds. Multi-colored 145 sails stream through shafts of light. Happy kids, flying with the wind. CUT TO 146 HARBOR 146 Hendricks guides the sailboat to the dock. Many hands reach out to help Tina off. A crowd of people has gathered and an ambulance is waiting. They descend on her with a swarm of questions, shouts of "Let her through!", mass confusion. ANDY'S MOTHER (calling over the crowd) Is Andy out there? Is he all right? A blanket is thrown around Tina as she's rushed through the crowd toward the ambulance. ED'S MOTHER (grabbing at her) Where's Ed? Tina...where's my boy? Tina turns a vacant look in her direction, and is hustled on. SOMEBODY What happened out there? VAUGHAN Everything's going to be all right. All of you just stay calm now. The Coast Guard's on the way. Hendricks helps the orderlies put Tina into the ambulance. It drives off, revealing -- 147 ELLEN BRODY 147 on the other side of it, facing Hendricks. It's happening... again... CUT TO 148 AT THE LIGHTHOUSE - BRODY 148 All is silent except for the rollers booming around the rocks. No sign of the kids. BRODY (on radio) Well, they're not here. VOICE That's where she said they'd be. BRODY Well, where are they, then? Any word from the Coast Guard yet? VOICE Chief, their chopper went out. BRODY Let me know the minute they spot them. I'm gonna try -- (which way) -- over towards Woods Hole. He turns the boat to the left -- the wrong way. CUT TO 149 SAILBOATS - MIKE BRODY'S CATAMARAN 149 They can't shake the other boats. ANDY (to Mike) Don't you have to be back? MIKE No, plenty of time. We're almost there. 150 REEVES AND SIDEBURNS 150 pass Doug's leaky inflatable. SIDEBURNS (calling) Nice seeing you, see you later. Ha. Ha. No comment from Doug. An oncoming helicopter is heard. Doug looks up --- 151 SUNFISH 151 The Redhead looks up, the chopper louder --- 152 COAST GUARD HELICOPTER 152 Pilot and Spotter in the cockpit. The Spotter lowers his glasses and says something to the Pilot, who nods and starts to take her down. We follow, seeing all the boats below. 153 THE BOATS - FAVORING MIKE'S 153 He's looking up along with the others, all with apprehension, at the chopper swooping down toward them. What's this about? 154 HELICOPTER 154 hovering at 50 feet. The Spotter opens the hatch and calls through a loud-hailer. SPOTTER Return -- to -- port -- immediately. Return -- to -- port -- immediately. 155 THE BOATS 155 The Kids look at each other in confusion. Should they obey? Something must have happened. ANGELA (wants to go on) What'll we do? MIKE (bitterly) Better go in...I don't believe this!! SPOTTER'S VOICE Return -- to -- port -- immediately. Mike turns his catamaran about. 156 ANGLES - OTHER BOATS 156 thru thru 159 Confusion and maneuvering as they turn around. The Redhead 159 turns her Sunfish back into the wind, sail fluttering --- REDHEAD (calling to Mike's boat) Not so easy in this wind! SPOTTER'S VOICE Return -- to -- port -- immediately --- 160 SAILBOATS 160 turning about. Brooke yells up at the chopper. BROOKE All right, all right! We heard! We're returning to port! 161 HELICOPTER 161 The Spotter pauses. From his point of view we see the boats, all turning now, heading back toward Amity. The chopper descends a bit and passes over them -- 162 SEAN BRODY 162 loves it, it's scary but delicious. The air from the chopper whips at sails, clothes, hair -- and at the water. 163 UNDERWATER 163 Wind from the blades causes a circular turbulence on the surface. The thudding of the chopper is vibrating down into the depths. From the gloom, we see the Great White Shark approaching. 164 CHOPPER COCKPIT 164 Pilot's on radio -- PILOT They're heading back. Return to base. Over. COMMANDER'S VOICE Yeah. Over and out. 165 BOATS 165 tacking into the wind as the chopper arcs upward and away. Sean waves good-bye. 166 FROM THE RISING CHOPPER 166 The boats recede to a small patch of brightly colored sails in a big dark sea. CUT TO 167 AMITY DOCK AREA 167 Peterson joins a cluster of worried parents. Mayor Vaughan is listening to the radio in Brody's squad car. Ellen has Sean's bike. ELLEN (to Peterson) I think both my boys are out there. VAUGHAN (comes out of the car) So is mine. They're on their way in. ELLEN How far out are they? VAUGHAN A helicopter just went out. They're coming in. They're safe. Ellen takes this in, says nothing. Peterson looks at her in torment -- how can he find words to tell her how sorry he is... PETERSON He was right. ELLEN (looking out to sea) I just wish he hadn't been. CUT TO 168 P.D. BOAT - AT SEA 168 between the lighthouse and Woods Hole. Brody is on the radio, furious. BRODY The chopper left them?? COMMANDER'S VOICE Yeah, they're coming in. BRODY They left them?? COMMANDER'S VOICE We'll go meet them passing the light- house then, for Christ's sake! They're coming in, Chief! Brody breaks contact, there's not time to argue, shoves a lever -- a loud squeal of too many engine revs. He whirls the P.D. Boat around in a tight circle -- it's almost out of control -- and speeds back toward the lighthouse. CUT TO 169 SAILBOATS 169 tacking into the teeth of the wind. They're going fast but have made little headway. A thin line of land is visible behind them. Mike Brody's catamaran and Reeves' Tornado are neck and neck, both straining to hold as tight to the wind as they can. REEVES (calling to Mike) Gonna block your wind, sport -- MIKE Stand by to ram! Horselaughs from Sideburns and Reeves, ready to ward them off. Mike deftly angles his boat and bumps them...again.... REEVES My paint!! Asshole. Mike cleverly hangs back a moment, then bumps them from behind...Andy laughs admiringly. Reeves is livid. He tenderly rubs the spot where Mike has chipped the paint on his catamaran. REEVES (yelling at Mike) You're paying for this! Crunch...Mike gives it to him again. Reeves is having a fit. Screw the paint -- he strikes back --- 170 UNDERWATER - THE TWO CATAMARANS 170 pontoons banging, almost tangling, then banging again --- 171 SURFACE 171 They streak past Doug's inflatable. Attaching his pump to the valve of his leaky compartment -- it's noticeably softer now -- he proceeds to stamp away at the foot pump as hard and fast as he can. Passed by everyone on the way out, now he's passed again by everyone on the way back. First, the girls' boat with Sean: LAURA (passing) Haven't I seen you someplace before? This cracks Sean up. Doug ignores them -- keeps pumping. Then the Redhead, slowing a little as she passes: REDHEAD You need help? Wind's backing around. He shakes his head and she goes on. Then Polo's sloop: POLO Hey! You look familiar! 172 AHEAD - MIKE AND REEVES 172 turn into their windward tack. REDHEAD (calling to them) We'd do better going the other way! MIKE (it's far) To the Cape?! Reeves' Tornado is already turning in that direction. ANDY (to Mike) Easier than beating our way back to Amity -- be dark before we make it. ANGELA Make it to the Cape easy with this wind. MIKE And then what? ANGELA Sleep on the beach -- you chicken? Mike hesitates, sneaks a look at Andy. ANDY Okay with me, but what about your father? MIKE Too late, I've already had it. Might as well enjoy it. Yeah. (changing course, shouts to those behind him) The Cape! To the Cape! 173 UNDERWATER 173 From the Shark's point of view, we see far above us the shadows of the sailboats -- all turning to run before the wind again. 174 DOUG'S INFLATABLE 174 In the "lead" once more, he's still stamping away at his pump. 175 UNDERWATER 175 Faint sound of the thudding foot pump from above...and we see the Shark, moving in a zigzag, excited --- 176 DOUG 176 pumping...the compartment swelling taut --- 177 UNDERWATER 177 Homing in, the Shark circles upward, the thudding louder as the beast rises toward it...then still louder ending with an explosive sound --- 178 SURFACE 178 Hoots of laughter at Doug: the compartment has burst and he's standing up in chagrin; no danger of sinking, he's still water- tight. And now: 179 THE FIN 179 rears above the surface. He sees it gliding toward him, tail hissing through the water. Mike's catamaran is heading straight at him --- DOUG Help!! Help!! Doug's holding onto his mast, watching the fin. It dips, then comes up right beside him and slices through the other compartment of his inflatable...air rushing out.... 180 TWO BOATS 180 converge as they hurry toward him, collide with each other... sails flying free...shouts...bumping and pushing.... 181 CLOSE - DOUG 181 He's frantically turning to see where Mike is, then he's whirled up along with his boat through the air --- 182 CLOSE - MIKE AND ANDY 182 appalled at the sight ahead --- 183 THE SHARK 183 has seized the inflatable in its jaws, shaking it like a terrier with a rat in its mouth. Doug can't hold on. He's pitched into the water and swims toward Mike's boat for all he's worth. 184 MIKE'S CATAMARAN 184 heading toward Doug --- MIKE (terrified) Where is it? Where'd it go? They reach out and grab Doug -- the boat tips...screams... Mike throws himself across to balance as Doug struggles onto the catamaran. The demolished inflatable bobs to the surface. ANDY Head away from that. But which was is safe to go? MIKE WHERE IS IT? ANDY Hurry! Just go! The other boats are coming on --- ANDY (has Mike's whistle) Warn them --- He gives a blast and all at once the catamaran beneath them is lifted out of the water. The four of them are first hurled to one side -- Mike bangs his head -- and then, as their boat capsizes, they're all four pitched into the sea. 185 OVERTURNED CATAMARAN 185 Three heads bob up, swiveling around to see -- and with horror they do see --- 186 THE SHARK AT EYE LEVEL 186 weaving around them. Their catamaran is drifting. The three of them thrash toward it, the fin on the other side of it now, coming back. They claw at the hull. Doug scrambles up and reaches back for Angela. Andy wallows onto the canvas stretched between the pontoons. The three of them gasp for breath, looking around wildly --- ANDY Where's Mike?? He's floating half-conscious back where they turned over. 187 POLO'S SLOOP 187 tacking swiftly toward him, Polo leaning out to grab him, scared, looking for the fin --- 188 OTHER BOATS 188 maneuver in confusion. One is getting away. The girls with Sean are terror-stricken. Turning to flee the scene, they cut across the path of boats going to help. A near collision with one -- and they plow straight into the side of another, almost impaling its occupant. 189 THE SHARK 189 is circling. A skiff veers too sharply into the wind and turns over, tumbling two boys into the sea. 190 POLO'S SLOOP 190 is running for it with Mike aboard. Coming to, Mike looks around -- where are the rest of them? MIKE (yelling) SEAN!!? (to Polo) We gotta go back. Polo keeps going. 191 TWO BOYS 191 are climbing onto the hull of their overturned skiff. The Shark angles toward them with short lashes of its crescent tail. They draw their legs up, cringing...a jarring impact as the giant snout bashes their hull. 192 REEVES' TORNADO 192 appears, swinging in between the overturned boats. He's holding a coil of rope, not sure where to throw it. He flings it toward the skiff, then staggers backward as the fin slices by a few feet in front of him, nearly as tall as he is. The girls with Sean are kicking the splintered dinghy, trying to free it from their bow. Andy flings a line to them. ANDY Pull all the boats togeth... Another butting charge by the Shark knocks him to his knees. A scream of pain as Angela is thrown into a center board. ANDY (to everyone) Pull in --- pull in --- 193 BOATS CONVERGING 193 Reeves sails his Tornado up onto the half-submerged frame of the catamaran. ANDY Pull in -- throw that line over there --- The boats all draw together: Reeves pulls in the capsized skiff. The girls haul in. The Redhead's Sunfish is the last boat in. ANDY (to Redhead) Lash that to your mast! (she hesitates) We have to tie them up! All of them!! REDHEAD No -- ! ANDY Alone nobody has a chance!! Two boys leap onto her Sunfish, tip it on its side, and lash her mast to theirs, making a barrier. Panicky disorder. Sails rip, rigging tangles. Boats are hauled on top of other boats and lashed haphazardly together. A hopefully protective little island. SEAN (to Angela) You're bleeding. She looks down. The slash isn't deep. SEAN (softly to Andy) Where's Mike? ANDY He's okay. ANGELA They got away. She looks into the boy's terrified eyes...at the fearful faces of the others watching for the next attack...what have they gotten into? Screams as the Shark, unseen below, butts the raft of boats. Andy lifts himself up to the top of the heap. ANDY Here! Everybody up here! Angela helps Sean up -- the others are scurrying up now too. Clinging to the pile of boats: six boys and four girls, cold wet, shivering, the full extent of their predicament hitting them. Angela scans the ocean, and we see from her point of view the two escaping boats, distant now, making for Winter Island. One of them is Polo's sloop, its back sail gliding through the haze like the fin of a shark. CUT TO 193-A P.D. BOAT - CLOSE SHOT - MAP 193-A Brody traces the anticipated course of the sailboats from where the chopper intercepted them to the lighthouse. 194 OFF THE LIGHTHOUSE - P.D. BOAT 194 Brody desperately searches the horizon. Haze, no sails. Where are his kids? They should be here! The sun is sinking! Which way should he go? 195 BESIEGED SAILBOATS - HAZY SUNSET 195 A splintering crash again rocks the floating island. Kids grab onto anything they can. The Redhead slips down into the water between boats. The Shark hits the sailboats again, pinning her legs, grinding them between gunnels, the blow jolting Sean down into a swamped dinghy where Reeves is trying to detach the mast. Before Sean can get back up, the Shark hits again...and again... the battering coming too fast for anyone to hold on. They fall, clutching at anything, shouting, slipping...And then it stops. The Redhead is gone. A dark cloud billows up in the water be- tween the boats where she disappeared. Silence. The "raft" rocks gently. SOMEONE Oh my God, Oh God --- Someone's weeping, someone's reciting The Lord's Prayer, and terror among them is reaching unbearable proportions. REEVES (to Sideburns) Give me a hand. They pull up on the mast -- it sticks in its socket. SIDEBURNS That won't keep it off anyway. But they go on working at it, chipping at the corrosion that's frozen it in place. ANDY (re-lashing things together) A few more times and all of us -- It's battering us to pieces. ANGELA It can get us any time it really wants to. Clouds are gathering as the light fades. A foggy haze hangs over darkening water. They're cold and wet. Sean crawls over to Andy -- he's trembling, crying. SEAN (whispering) I peed my pants -- Andy puts his arm around him. CUT TO 196 P.D. BOAT - BRODY 196 Behind him, the revolving beam of the lighthouse is disap- pearing in fog. Where are they, for God's sake? He puts his running lights on. CUT TO 197 BESIEGED SAILBOATS - ANDY AND SEAN 197 ANDY When we're not back, they'll send that helicopter out again. SEAN (thinks) But how will they see us? It's getting dark... ANDY (moving away) Then they'll find us in the morning. BOY (as Andy joins him) -- If we can keep this thing to- gether that long. ANDY Maybe it's had enough. ANGELA What if they don't ever have enough? She looks toward Winter Island. It's farther away now -- only a line of the horizon, disappearing in the dusk. BOY We're drifting -- ! ANGELA I'm sure they went to get help. BOY If they made it. ANGELA Somebody'll spot them... Sean is shivering. Angela takes off her windbreaker and puts it around him. She's wearing a halter top. Something is hanging out of it. SEAN What's that? She looks down to see, trailing from under her left breast, a nylon stocking. Gasping, she stuffs it back in, but it's too late. They've seen. Everyone knows her secret...falsies. Reeves wears a stupid grin. ANGELA So what? Big deal. REEVES No. Small deal. The rigging creaks with a gentle shifting of the "raft." ANDY It's back! They brace themselves. A long scraping from below and then, very slowly, as the Shark runs its body against submerged areas, the "raft" begins to rotate. A flapping sail starts to tear along a seam. And then, as they turn away from the wind, all the booms swing violently across at once. They're turning in a circle. ANGELA (softly) What's it DOING? For a moment, nothing. Then, thirty yards away, the fin appears. BOY (to Reeves) HURRY! They wrench the mast free. Reeves carries it to the edge of the raft, looking to his right -- ANDY No, this side! This side! Reeves turns toward it, bracing himself. Behind him, the others watch as he holds the mast out over the water like a lance, following the movement of the fin. The raft is still turning enough to make it hard for him. The Shark speeds in. Reeves stumbles to the best footing he can find, aims the mast, dips it below the surface -- and shudderingly connects. It hardly checks the Shark's momentum. Reeves is barely able to main- tain his grip on the mast as the whole floating conglomeration is shoved through the water for a few seconds. Reeves lowers the mast, wincing in pain. REEVES My ribs -- Andy takes the mast as the Shark circles again. Andy braces. He's scared. And here it comes. Andy lowers the mast, but this charge is even more ferocious. The impact drives the mast back through his hands and arms, friction-burning. He nearly drops it. The castaways perched above him cling on through the impact, watching the battle, still frightened, but feeling less like sitting ducks since some opposition is being offered. And now the Shark comes in for the third time. Again Andy aims the mast -- but this time, the Shark seizes it in its jaws, biting down with an awful crunch. He holds on as the Shark jerks the mast from side to side sending up showers of spray. He's nearly pulled overboard, then hurled back stunned, the bent mast yanked out of his grasp and sent flying high in the air. He gingerly climbs to join the huddled group...watching and waiting. There's nothing they can do...but keep their eyes riveted on the relentlessly circling fin.... CUT TO 198 AT SEA - BRODY 198 The P.D. Boat reduces speed as it nears Winter Island. Hauled up out of the rocky surf are the two escaped sailboats. Faint shouts. Brody can barely make out the form of the Kids in the dusk. BRODY (peering tensely, calling) MIKE?! SEAN? More clearly now, he can see five figures of equal size, no Sean. Three boys and two girls, yelling and waving their arms. MIKE (calling) Yeah, Dad! BRODY (shouting ahead) Mike! Where's Sean? The Kids are yelling but he can't hear them over the motor and the waves crashing on the rocks. BRODY What? Where are the others? They start to splash out to him, but Brody signals them to stay where they are. He carefully threads his way closer to shore. He's within hearing range now and can make out what they're saying. MIKE They're between here and the Cape! Get out there quick, Dad! There's a shark... BRODY (grabs the radio- phone) MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! 199 LONG SHOT - THE P.D. BOAT 199 is broadside to the Kids, slowly turning as they climb aboard. Brody's on the radio, his words lost in the surf. The boat's getting closer to the rocks. 200 CLOSE - BRODY 200 does his best to hold the boat where it is --- BRODY (on radio) Somewhere between here and the Cape! Send your chopper out and tell me where, I'll get to them -- over. (starting to turn the boat around, he calls to Mike) Is Sean all right? MIKE I don't know, I didn't see! Hurry, Dad! A grinding from below. The boat's on the rocks. He reverses, rips back across, tries forward again -- stops. He's aground. CUT TO 201 THE SAILBOATS 201 The whole heap is violently rocking -- the Shark is bashing from below now, unseen, as the fear-numbed castaways regroup themselves, getting up as high on the flotsam as they can. ANDY (trying to encourage) We're getting closer to it --- A sand bar is a quarter-mile away. DOUG (bitterly) No, we're going to pass it --- ANDY Maybe the wind will change --- Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter...they all look up. 202 FROM THEIR POINT OF VIEW - HELICOPTER 202 coming in through thickening fog. 203 THE BOATS 203 all waving and yelling --- 204 HELICOPTER COCKPIT 204 Spotter looking down, aghast...as Pilot reports on radio. PILOT Position is six point three miles -- zero four one degrees of Queepecket Light --- 205 FROM CHOPPER'S POINT OF VIEW 205 The castaways on the piled-up boats and the fin. SPOTTER My God! 206 COCKPIT 206 SPOTTER (to Pilot) Better get 'em to that sand bar --- PILOT (nods) Proceeding to assist --- 207 HELICOPTER AND BOATS 207 The chopper swoops down toward them. They're cheering. It descends to 20 feet directly above them, but the down rush of buffeting air from the rotor is clearly a danger as the precarious structure rocks and tips. The Kids scream, and the chopper skitters a short distance away. It touches down, rotor still turning. The Spotter opens the hatch. SPOTTER (over loud- hailer) Okay, we'll put you on the sand bar, two at a time. First two down to the waterline, let's go. A moment of indecision on the boats, then --- SIDEBURNS (to two girls) Move it. They make their way to the edge of the floating heap, anxiously scanning the surface around them. The chopper begins to approach. Then Sideburns spots it, the fin, surfacing on the far side of the chopper, coming toward it --- SIDEBURNS (shrieking and pointing) Look out! Look out! The Spotter can't hear over the chopper's noise. He glances around confused. Then he sees it, head on, breaking the surface --- SPOTTER (to Pilot) Lift off! But before the Pilot can gain any height, the charging Shark fastens onto the chopper's substructure. Engine shrilling, metal squealing, the chopper heaves and yaws, the upward thrust of its rotor fighting the pull of the Shark -- and suddenly this sends it flipping over, upside down into the sea. The Spotter, thrown clear, comes choking to the surface. 208 UNDERWATER 208 Bent askew but still turning, the rotor chews its way into the body of the helicopter like some prehistoric creature destroying itself. The glass bubble of the cockpit begins to fill with water. Upside down and half-conscious, the Pilot struggles with his seat belt. The whirling blades bite through the metal...dark fuel rises in an oily cloud and spreads toward the surface. 209 HIGH ANGLE 209 The rotary action causes the thing to crawl in an arc. It lodges in a tangle of superstructure and spars against the "raft" of sailboats. The blades stop. A wisp of smoke trails up from the belly. The Spotter swims through smudges of fuel which are rapidly extending themselves across the surface of the water. 210 UNDERWATER - SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW 210 The Spotter strokes toward the sailboats, but the Shark slides toward him faster than he moves toward safety. 211 SAILBOATS 211 The Kids desperately cheer him on. He's getting close. 212 THE SPOTTER 212 is raised half out of the water by a terrible force, flung from side to side bellowing with terror, then suddenly released. He hangs for a moment in the water, gasping for breath. He's injured, but there's nothing to do but keep swimming... a stroke...another...then it happens again. The fuel has reached the sailboats and the partly submerged decks of some of them are slippery with it. Half wading, splashing, slipping, the Kids try to hold out a boom, some rigging anything for the Spotter to grab...but he's too far away and anyway, he's no longer swimming...just kind of rest- in the water as if he's thinking hard about something or other. 213 UNDERWATER 213 The glass bubble fills with water and smoke too rapidly for the dazed Pilot to free himself. He fights for consciousness. Hanging upside down, he sees through the glass an indistinguish- able form. At first shadowy and veiled, materializing as it approaches, mouth working as if gasping for breath, the Great White comes right up to the glass and hangs there, gills rip- pling. A tiny sucker fish holds fast to the unburned side of the slack, grinning jaw. The Shark's black, deadly eye is riveted on the Pilot as he breathes in water. 214 SAILBOATS 214 Andy goes in after the wounded Spotter. He swims toward him cautiously...closer and still no Shark...he swims harder, a little splashing...careful...closer, he almost has him... he reaches.... And suddenly, the Spotter lunges, grabbing the boy in the death hug of a drowning, dying full-grown man. A half-second later, the Shark hits full force and Andy's alone in bloody water...A shower of flaming chunks of metal descends as the helicopter's belly erupts in a volcano of exploding fuel. The fire spreads across the water in jagged leaps. The raft of sailboats is on fire. Slick places in the water smolder. By the time he makes it back to the boats, Andy's shoulders have been singed. The Kids have nothing adequate to hold water to fling on the flames that are consuming the helicopter and rapidly spreading through the tangled rigging and sails of their "raft." The heat is unbearable at such close quarters. The surrounding fog glows an angry hot pink. ANGELA I can't stand this -- I'm going in. GIRL No -- ANGELA I'm not gonna burn to death. She goes in. They wait for the attack, but nothing happens. It gets hotter by the second. REEVES I'm going in too. He slips in and hangs onto the raft, looking about terrified. No shark. Oily smoke twists up from flaming nautical plastics. Some of the Kids try breathing through wet clothing wrapped across their faces. The unbearable heat forces them all into the water. Their "raft" is riding lower. Crying and scared, Sean is held tight by one of the girls. 215 UNDERWATER 215 The Kids hang on the surface like parasites around the rim of the glowing "raft." CUT TO 216 OFF WINTER ISLAND - THE P.D. BOAT 216 is still on the rocks. The Kids are in the water, working to free it. Brody is on the radiophone. BRODY Why -- what's wrong? COAST GUARD (v.o.) We don't know. The chopper's just not answering. It went dead. In agonizing frustration, Brody stares off. In the distance, the sky is lit with a pink glow. The Kids stop working -- SOMEONE (v.o.) What's that? CUT TO 217 THE "RAFT" OF SAILBOATS 217 is still on fire, the castaways hanging off it. Doug and Andy grab lungsfull of air, and dive. 218 UNDERWATER - THEIR POINT OF VIEW 218 Great dark forms of the broken boats hang beneath the surface, the sail billowing downward in the current. No sign of the Shark. The boys swim as fast as they can under the "raft." They come up in a pocket of air trapped beneath the overturned catamaran, groping blindly in maddening little compartments until they find what they came for, a fire extinguisher. The body of the Pilot hangs upside down, head nodding in the water- filled glass bubble. Gasping, Doug and Andy speed to the surface. 219 LONG SHOT 219 The glow in the fog diminishes as they get the fire under control. 220 CLOSER 220 Wisps of smoke trail from charred rigging. One by one, the Kids pull themselves back onto the raft, watching, always watching the water. Cold and wet, there is still a glimmer of hope as they huddle together in the night air. ANDY I think it's gone. SOMEONE Maybe the explosion scared it off. CUT TO 221 OFF WINTER ISLAND - THE P.D. BOAT 221 Mike and the others are in the water rocking the boat -- it grates off the rocks and floats free. Brody starts the engine immediately, and turns the boat around, Mike climbing aboard... BRODY No, stay here. MIKE But I have to help you...I shouldn't have taken the boat out...I'm respon... BRODY (hugs him) That doesn't matter, Mike. You stay here. At least I know you're safe. MIKE (near tears, looks at his father) But I don't want you to go, Dad. I'm afraid for you... BRODY I'll pick you up. On the way back. Okay? (Mike nods) 222 MIKE 222 jumps down and makes his way to shore, Brody keeping his searchlight on him until he reaches land...Mike turns a worried face to him and waves. They look at each other. They may never see each other again... CUT TO 223 RAFT OF SAILBOATS - NIGHT 223 Still no sign of the Shark. Just black water, wind in the rigging, the terror and mystery of the sea at night. The Kids are still...a few asleep or trying to...everything's quiet, except for Reeves' labored breathing. Sean is looking at him. He hasn't forgotten the older boy threw him in the water. Reeves meets his eyes, and for a long inscrutable moment, their gazes lock...nothing is said. CUT TO 224 AT SEA - P.D. BOAT - BRODY 224 sees something ahead, slows down. Seagulls are sleeping on the water, but there's something else there, drifting...a shapeless object. Fearing the worst, he cuts his motor and turns his spotlight on it. Doug's demolished inflatable. He snags it with a boathook and lifts the thing a little. In the beam of light: a great jagged curve where the Shark has bitten through. Brody is frozen. It's not a dream, he's coming closer, closer to the real thing, closer to death. In the water, there's a soft lapping, a slapping sound. He turns his beam...around the inflatable, a small shark...another... another... He spears down at them impotently with the pole. Suddenly, a rush of wings as all around him the sleeping gulls lift off, whirring in confusion through the beam of his light and scream- ing off into the night. Silence again. Then, all at once, the little sharks disappear. It's here. Brody knows it's here... He carefully reaches for his gun...eases the safety off. For an eternity, nothing happens. Brody is ready. The boat lifts gently with a passing swell -- the dragging rake creaks in its brace. He drifts and waits...poised... He turns the lights off. In the darkness, the sound of water lapping, the wind, and a soft metallic click: his gun is cocked. He stirs the water with the boathook...nothing happens. Draw- ing a deep breath, he reaches carefully down with his hand and brushes the surface with his fingers. Gaining courage, he gives a tentative pat, then more...he slaps at the surface. His gun ready, he puts his hand all the way in and flutters it like a wounded fish. He turns the searchlight on and shines it in the water...nothing there but his hand, stone- white, enlarged, and dead-looking in the water. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe it's not here and he's losing valuable time...he'd better get the Kids. He goes to start the boat -- and there's a low scraping sound against the hull. Scanning the water, he sees nothing. Again the pulling beneath him, stronger this time. Brody raises the gun, and throws the motor on. There...a glimpse of the fin in the spotlight! Two quick shots smack the water and the Shark is gone. 225 CHASE 225 Brody pursues the ghostly form through the fog. It glides before him like a reflection of the moon racing across the water, leading him as much as fleeing, a dark mirage that he follows with a strange elation, curving after it first one way, then another, never quite getting a shot...becoming hope- lessly turned around. Pushing the throttle hard, aiming his gun, he closes in on the Shark, but it sounds, disappearing like an apparition. He races ahead, turns back, turns around in every direction look- ing for the Shark, fighting to control the wheel, the gun held loosely in his hand -- 226 A BUTTING CHARGE 226 by the Shark lifts the bow off the water, throws Brody against the rail -- 227 THE GUN 227 flies up into the air and spirals down with an irretrievable plop into the water. He can't believe it...beats at the boat with his fists. BRODY (roaring) You son of a bitch! He looks around. Out of sight of everything, completely turned around...he's lost. He cuts the motor and drifts in silence. He reaches for the radio. And then he hears it...very faint, in the distance...a whistle, a police whistle, faint but unmistakable. Brody listens...peers out into the fog... listens again. CUT TO 228 RAFT OF SAILBOATS 228 Andy is blowing the whistle. About to give another blast, he breaks off -- ANDY Lights. Rigid and silent, the gaze out to sea. There through the fog, a glowing aura from the lights of the oncoming P.D. Boat. It's turning toward them -- SOMEONE They see us!! Shouts and cheers. From somewhere in the wreckage there's an ominous creak. They stiffen, looking down -- SOMEONE It's underneath us -- ! SIDEBURNS (pauses, listening) No, something shifted. 229 P.D. BOAT AND SAILBOATS 229 Brody sees silhouetted against the fog, the group on the floating wreckage, twenty yards ahead. They're calling to him to hurry. His eyes strain to see if his son is there -- BRODY (calling) Are you all right? SEAN Daddy! Help, Daddy! Help! Brody sees him now, standing up, smaller than the others...He looks okay. Brody almost weeps with relief. BRODY Are you all right? SEAN Yes! But I'm scared -- get me off of here!! BRODY Okay Sean, don't worry, I'll get you! Is everybody safe? ANDY No. 230 UNDERWATER - THE "RAFT" 230 The downward sail sways in the current. A boom swings. The burned helicopter still hangs there. High above us, Brody's hull comes alongside the jagged wreckage. 231 SURFACE 231 Too many Kids try to get off at once. They rush toward the edge, cling as the raft tips almost vertical for a moment. They regroup, balancing. Brody draws in for another try. BRODY Two at a time...easy...be careful... SIDEBURNS It's okay, it's gone. They look around, guessing how their weight is distributed. ANDY (pointing to Reeves and Sideburns) You two better go first. Very gingerly, they start to get down. Reeves is pale. Every breath hurts his broken ribs...maybe he's dizzy... Perilously unsteady on his feet for such a delicate opera- tion. He and Sideburns step out on the canvas framework stretched between the pontoons of the half-submerged catamaran -- a tentative step, another, the whole framework tipping gently as they work their way out. Reeves slides a little -- Sideburns steadies him. They're wading knee- deep. Another step...another...a few more and they'll be to the P.D. Boat...another... 231-A BRODY 231-A reaches for them --- 232 THE HUGE BURNED HEAD 232 come up right through the canvas, ripping the heavy fabric -- hangs up there straining for the boys -- and crashes heavily down, shearing the metal framework and pitching the boys back onto the "raft." 233 BRODY 233 circles and comes in for another try...a shower of spray as the Shark's tail lashes the boat. And almost immediately, another swipe jars the wreckage...screams.... 234 THE SHARK 234 wheels back and forth between his boat and the sailboats. For a moment, Brody is transfixed by his first good look at the thing. Its pale head half-shrouded in scar tissue, brushing the sailboats. Some of the kids are getting desperate. SOMEONE Please -- please -- get us off --- 235 BRODY 235 comes in fast. Two are ready on the belly of the chopper, he's almost got them when the Shark rams into his boat with such driving impact that everyone is stunned. It's as if it has been waiting for this moment to unleash its full power. Brody snatches up a lifesaver attached to a coil of line and flings it toward the wreckage with all his might -- maybe he can tow them -- the ring falls short --- 236 UNDERWATER 236 The line smacks the surface and lies there like a snake. A few yards from the ring, water washes over a half-submerged pontoon. Sideburns' feet wade out on it. From the depths, the Shark is rising. A pole enters the water...trying to snag the ring --- 237 SURFACE 237 Sideburns hooks it and pulls it closer...now he can reach it with his hands.... The Shark bursts up only a few feet away. He jerks the ring over his head...the Shark mustn't get that line. SIDEBURNS Take it -- get it up high -- ! Andy hauls the line up, stretching it between them and the P.D. Boat. As the line goes taut, the Shark wheels under it and back again, as if daring them to proceed. ANDY (calling to Brody) The sandbar -- over there --- Brody turns the searchlight to a shallow criss-cross of tiny waves washing over a sandbar. About a hundred yards away. It couldn't be more than ankle-deep. 238 BRODY 238 tries to tow the "raft." He revs his engine. A shifting, a grinding as the wreckage realigns itself to this new force. Screams of "no" and "stop"...He eases off a little but continues cautiously to pull it toward the sandbar. The Shark dips and twists, its rhythm more agitated, whipping back and forth under the tow-line. 239 SEVENTY-FIVE YARDS 239 The Kids are all clumped close together now, up high, prayer- fully measuring the distance to the sandbar. Another shift. A wire halyard strains taut and snaps, whistling like a whip past their ears. 240 FIFTY YARDS 240 Crash, the Shark hits the sailboats hard -- and circles to come in again --- 241 FORTY YARDS 241 They're drawing closer now --- a thump and heavier spray. 242 THIRTY YARDS 242 a terrible grinding -- the "raft" scrapes bottom. Hanging far down underneath, like an iceberg, it stops -- twenty-five yards from the sandbar. Brody strains his engine. A tearing. The whole precarious heap is beginning to come apart. He can't get them any closer. He doesn't know what to do. 243 THE KIDS 243 have reached the breaking point...so close to safety... BOY Come on! Pull us in! GIRL (screaming) Please -- please -- take us --- 244 BRODY 244 lowers himself over the side of the boat. BRODY When I say go, you GO! 245 SEAN 245 is appalled, nearly biting through his lip. His father hangs there dangling his body in the water. What's he doing? Brody kicks and splashes. The Shark turns from the raft and cruises in Brody's direction. BRODY GO!!! 246 THE KIDS 246 They must go in the water. They hesitate. 247 BRODY 247 churning the water, watching the Shark arc toward him. BRODY Go, Godammit, GO! NOW! 248 KIDS 248 Three of them slip into the water and swim as silently as possible for the sandbar. Angela, Laura and Doug. Shivering in anticipation, the Shark comes straight as Brody. He pulls himself up, feet slipping, just as the Shark drives its mouth into the side of the boat where he was hanging. The Kids are halfway to the sandbar, swimming hard. The Shark comes at the boat again, in a rage, battering the transom, splintering it -- Then it suddenly stops -- The swimmers are splashing toward shore. It's heard them... it's turning -- BRODY Look out -- it's coming! 249 THE SWIMMERS 249 splash and scream, swimming blindly toward the sandbar. Angela is expecting it any second. Laura is like a rabbit, caught, watching the fin come closer. Doug grabs her by the hair and hauls her up on the sandbar. Angela crawls up on her hands and knees, crying. The first three are safe. 250 P.D. BOAT - BRODY 250 plunges his whole body up and down in the water. The Shark turns back toward him, coming fast -- BRODY GO! 251 FIVE MORE KIDS 251 hit the water and make for the sandbar. 252 THE SHARK 252 goes under. 253 BRODY 253 twisting, looking for the Shark, making as much disturbance in the water as he can. 254 UNDERWATER 254 On the surface high above us, the small forms of the five swimmers, arms and legs thrashing through the water...The Shark rising --- 255 BRODY SPLASHING 255 A scream -- he sees -- 256 THE FIN 256 appearing in the water behind the swimmers. KATHY Oh God, Oh God! Oh, GOD....! REEVES IT TOUCHED ME! The Kids on the raft are frantic...Pulling himself back up on his boat, Brody staggers toward the controls. 257 UNDERWATER 257 Reeves is swimming madly, the Shark nosing his legs. It nuzzles the scarred side of its head along his torso, scraping it raw. It turns and brushes Kathy with the entire length of its sandpaper back. 258 SURFACE - KATHY 258 her face deadly white, shrieks in panic and pain. 259 UNDERWATER - THE SHARK 259 comes up beneath them for another pass. It presses its giant snout deep into Reeves' belly, testing his soft vital organs, smelling, savoring -- 260 REEVES 260 screams as if he's dying. Another pass by the Shark, a glimpse of Kathy's raw chest, and Brody rams the Shark with the prow of his boat, driving right up onto its back. A flick of its tail and it's gone. 261 THE SANDBAR 261 The boys pull Kathy and Reeves up, raw, but intact. Eight are safe. Brody turns his spotlight --- 262 THE "RAFT" 262 Three remain: Sideburns, Andy -- and Sean, whimpering with fear, rocking now with each blow as the enraged Shark, returning to finish off the "raft," is battering, ripping, breaking it apart. The boys hang on as the much-reduced wreckage is destroyed from under them. The monster heaves upward through it, pitching Sideburns into a jagged pipe-end of the catamaran's framework, and shearing off two boats. 263 BRODY - P.D. BOAT 263 heading toward them. 264 THE THREE 264 Sideburns is bleeding. Very little holds them now -- and with another blow, they're thrown into the water. Brody has Sean, he's hauling him onto the boat, hugging him... Andy is swimming for the sandbar... 265 SIDEBURNS 265 is in the water. Brody hurls him a lifesaver ring...Sideburns swims for all he's worth, reaching for it -- and suddenly, he's being propelled toward it. SIDEBURNS (staring at Brody) BRODY -- ! One arm waving, hanging onto the life-line with the other, still being propelled, he's being shaken. He twists the line around his arm. SIDEBURNS (hoarsely) PULL UP -- PULL UP!! Brody pulls against a great opposing force. He's not able to pull him in...then something gives --- His mouth open with horror, Brody continues to pull Sideburns up...but only half of him. His torso, severed at the waist, is pouring blood into the water. And right behind him, following the stream of blood -- 266 THE HUGE BURNED HEAD 266 open-jawed. black eyes catching the spotlight, worse than any dream, it rises up in Brody's face. Bloody spray flies. Brody goes wild. The dragging rake. He grabs it. Out of control now, beyond reason, he brings the metal rake crashing down. It glances off the marble skin. The Shark hits the gunnel a sledge-hammer thud. Water pours in. Brody chops at the Shark, again, it bounces off. In a blinding rage, he hurls the rake with all his strength at the Shark's head...and catches it in the eye. Brody is ecstatic as the giant struggles to get free of the "hook," then to his horror finds the boat's being pulled along swiftly in the water, stripping line from the winch. 267 THE SHARK 267 is fleeing with the rake embedded in its head. It twists and shakes, but the metal claw sinks deeper. 268 BRODY AND SEAN 268 drawn along behind, their boat taking water as it careens through the waves. Sean clings to something and it suddenly inflates around him, mashing him into the transom. The rubber Res-Q-Raft. 269 THE SHARK 269 rises into the air, shakes to free itself of the thing...and sounds. Black waves cover its going. 270 THE P.D. BOAT 270 stops. The line goes slack. The Shark doesn't come up. SEAN Where is it? Is it gone? The fog is lifting. In the distance, the lights of Amity twinkle like stars. 271 BRODY 271 operates the winch. It comes up slowly...something very heavy on it. Dead weight...the Shark is dead, it must be that. Coming...coming up...it's pulling the boat down. The water's over Brody's knees now. Sean clings to the rubber raft. It's almost up...now it's surfacing, pulling the already swamped boat down further. Brody swivels the searchlight, leans out to see what's coming up, holding his breath...to his alarm, it's the electrical cable caught in the teeth of the rake. It's pulling the boat under! He tries to stop the winch, but he can't. It strains and burns with the weight of its load. He forces the controls, they jam and strip, the winch goes into high, spinning the cable up out of the water, whirling the rake at the top, snagging there, and stopping -- 272 THE P.D. BOAT 272 is level with the waves, the six-inch high-powered electric cable from the mainland draped like an enormous snake over the back of the boat. Brody tries to lift it off. And there, a a distance from the boat -- 273 THE SHARK SURFACES 273 The boat is settling deeper in the water. The searchlight shorts out. Darkness. The Shark moves slowly toward them. No need to hurry. 274 BRODY 274 hammers at the cable, can't get it off. He splashes the cockpit -- a few cylinders cough to life, he jams a lever, the boat strains against the cable, engine noises rise to a shriek, and stop. They're caught. 275 THE GREAT WHITE 275 swims slowly in a wide circle. The boat is level with the water, and the rubber raft drifts away from it, attached by only a rope. Sean splashes toward it and climbs in. Brody's mind is racing. A flick of its tail and the Shark turns in. Too frightened to scream, Sean watches the white body slide languorously through the water toward them. 276 THE FIN 276 crosses in front of Sean...so close...in front of his face... higher than the raft...enormous. Brody screams...he would kill the thing with his hands...it hits the boat with the force of a comet, and with a great lunge, hurls itself onto the sinking deck, mouth open, its bloody eye a lurid pit. A terrible grinding snap as the teeth just miss Brody's legs --- he falls back gasping, eyes riveted. Beating its tail, the Shark comes across the boat after him. Brody splashes madly for the rubber raft. 277 THE SHARK 277 plunges into the water and disappears. 278 BRODY'S HANDS 278 tear at the rope holding the rubber raft...the knot's too tight. Sean screams. Twenty yards away, the fin surfaces and slips like a blade through the black waves toward them. 279 BRODY 279 jumps into the rubber raft with Sean...they're trapped! Now, picking up speed, the Shark beats its way in for the kill. 280 BRODY 280 on an impulse, grabs the cable with both hands and pulls the raft behind it. 281 THE CABLE 281 is the only thing between them and death. Beyond it, its frenzy peaking, the ravenous beast devours everything in its path...only the cable stands between it and the thing it wants. BRODY (a flash of realization) Come on -- come on -- 282 THE JAWS OPEN WIDE 282 reach and strain for Brody -- and close like a great steel gate on the cable, biting deep -- 283 THE GREAT WHITE 283 rises up on its tail, thrashing and vibrating as 60,000 volts tear through it. 284 THE CABLE 284 twists and whips as spasms wrack the creature. Sheets of electrical fire roll down its enormous body. 285 BRODY AND SEAN 285 cleave to each other safe in their rubber raft, as sparks shower around them. 286 THE SHARK 286 Aglow, brilliantly lit against the night sky, dancing on its tail. In the distance, the lights of Amity dim, and die. 287 UNDERWATER 287 The Great White drifts silently down into the darkness. 288 A STAR 288 streaks across the sky, hangs like a jewel for a moment, and fades over -- 289 THE RUBBER RAFT 289 Sean weeps in his father's arms. Then, smiling to himself, Brody reaches for the oar, and slowly begins to paddle toward the sandbar. The Kids are cheering. Sean, tears streaming down his face, gallantly waves to them. BRODY Finally got your brother to take you sailing, didn't you? SEAN They made me come.
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