>> II/ Jaws II

II/ Jaws II

: II/ Jaws II.

II/ Jaws II

FADE IN

1 UNDERWATER - SEA BOTTOM - DAY 1

A pair of divers, one in a black suit and one wearing orange, search for lobster in the nooks and crannies of a rock forma- tion. Black Suit carries a camera with strobe light. Orange Suit has a canvas bag clipped to his belt. He flushes out a large lobster and holds it up...an admiring "Hmm!" from Black Suit, who brings up his camera and focuses. A funny pose with the lobster and -- flash! -- Black Suit takes the shot, and moves off to try another spot -- and gives another "Hmm!" -- there's a length of heavy rope, frayed and overgrown with algae. It leads across the bottom. They follow it through rocks...and suddenly the bottom is no longer there. The rope cascades down, disappearing in the gloom beyond the lip of a cliff. They check their depth gauges, surprised to find this sudden dropoff leading down to God knows where. They follow the line down. Seaweed hangs from a ruined metal barrel strung on the line. They proceed further down ---

2 THE ORCA 2

The line is leading them to a hulking shape...its outline clearer now...a sunken boat! A battered, algae-covered wreck, lying on its side in the depth. The gentle back-and- forth of the water sways a forest of eelgrass and creaks the cables of the rigging. Excited hums and whinnies from the divers, and Black Suit rubs at the green muck on the prow, revealing the boat's name: ORCA! Animated nods and gestures -- they recognize it, and what a find, and salvage rights for the two of them! Clowning elatedly, Orange Suit turns a somersault, then whips out his knife and begins to scratch their claim on the hull.

Black Suit moves off alone to explore their prize. The slant of the deck is disorienting. He swims into the dark entrance to the cabin. Scratching noises from the knife are amplified in the water. Junk floats against the cabin ceiling.

Orange Suit finishes writing "CLAIMED BY J. MONATO & M. LAUB." He looks around for his friend and doesn't see him. Swimming over the wreck he looks into the broken windows of the cabin. Something's moving in the darkness. He enters through the window. The lid of a hatch swings soundlessly back and forth. Light from the cabin door barely penetrates the dark chamber. No sign of his buddy. Silence except for his breathing and the soft steady creaking of metal rigging. He fins toward the open door and suddenly, lurching in his face, is Black Suit, screaming wildly. He's found a huge skillet, several bottles of soda, and some booze.

Orange Suit grabs the liquor and indicates it's time to go back up. As they rise slowly, he mimes (for his buddy's camera) drinking from the bottle -- and accidentally drops it. Groaning, he swims quickly down, snatching it before it lands. A flash goes off and he turns smiling up into the camera, and there he sees to his horror, his buddy in the jaws of a Great White, a cloud of blood half-obscuring them. A moment of staring-eyed hesitation and then, knife poised, he fins toward the Shark...which tosses aside the dead man and now swiftly seizes on him...a thrashing, a glimpse of the knife dropping, and the end of him dimly seen through the darkening water.

TITLES

3 EXT. AMITY ROAD - DAY 3

Martin Brody's squad car speeds past the Amity billboard, weather-stained, peeling and flaking in the strong May sun- shine. Over the wind we hear snatches of a speech-making voice on a P. A. system.

4 INT. SQUAD CAR - BRODY 4

has the look of a survivor who will never shake off the memory of what he survived. He passes:

5 BEACHSIDE COTTAGES 5

closed and in disrepair. A faded upside-down FOR RENT sign in one of the windows. The o.s. voice continues --

6 BOARDINGHOUSE 6

Its only sign of life an old woman, bundled up and sitting on a rocking chair near the steps, her face raised to the sun. The o.s. voice continues --

7 THE BEACH 7

No people, just a few stray dogs chasing each other and rooting in the sand. Dominating the beach is a 50-foot-high metal shark tower. As the o.s. voice elicits a distant patter of applause, Brody arrives at:

8 EXT. SWIMMING POOL AND GROUNDS OF AMITY SHORES 8

where a ceremony is taking place: above the speech-maker -- Mayor Vaughan -- stretches a banner reading AMITY SHORES, INC. and applauding around the pool are the leading townsmen of Amity and their friends.

Behind Mayor Vaughan is his wife, caught up in the prevailing mood, and their son, Reeves.

The newly-built pool is on the grounds of a housing project in construction. Beyond the buffet table is the high school band.

Prominent at the poolside is Brody's family: his wife Ellen, and his sons Mike (15) and Sean (7) fidgeting. Brody slips through the crowd to join them.

VAUGHAN And so, before we inaugurate this lovely new swimming facility, I'd like to say, on behalf of my fellow Amity-ites....

BRODY (simultaneously whispering to Ellen) Sorry I'm late. I got a call from the Coast Guard.

Ellen slips her arm around him.

VAUGHAN ...how grateful we are to Resort Enterprises and their representa- tive here, our new neighbor Len Peterson ---

Applause and whistles as the man beside him waves acknowledge- ment. Leonard Peterson, about 50, is an impressive looking man with an air of good-humored irony.

VAUGHAN -- not just for making this pool available to us, I mean for every- thing. By casting an eye on our little town and coming to develop Amity Shores here, well, that's going to give us a whole new lease on life -- and after a few of the toughest years this town's ever had, we're not too proud I hope to admit it!

Applause. Next to Brody is a thirtyish gym teacher and skin- diving instructor, Tom Andrews. The Mayor's speech continues in the b.g. as Andrews smiles at Brody and gestures at the pool ---

ANDREWS (whispering) Perfect, huh?

BRODY Two divers from Dutch Harbor are missing.

ANDREWS Who?

BRODY Don't know. The Coast Guard found their boat. Beer, some uppers, no divers.

ANDREWS (already suspicious) What was the name of their boat?

BRODY The Sea something.

ANDREWS The Sea Dart? (Brody nods) I knew those guys. I dove with them once.

Andrews stares somberly into the water; Brody thinking, as:

VAUGHAN (continues) ...and Len estimates that within a few months he'll have fifty condo- minium units completed and occupied -- (plows on through a smattering of applause) -- and twice that many again in another few months!

More applause. Vaughan continues o.s. as:

BRODY (emphatically) So you're going to have the kids skin-dive here in this pool. Aren't you, Tom?

ANDREWS Not Mike and his group, they've done their pool work. He'll be taking his open-water Junior soon. Open-water -- you know, in the ocean.

BRODY In the ocean. Not Mike.

ANDREWS (shakes his head, laughing) Come on Martin, we went through this when you signed the form.

BRODY In fact, I don't want him diving at all.

Brody's son is overhearing, taking it in stride.

ANDREWS He's the best of my juniors, Mike! First-rate diving material!

BRODY Were your two friends from Dutch Harbor first-rate diving material too?

ANDREWS They weren't my friends. A couple of spaced out machos. Probably stoned and weren't watching their air. Maybe got stuck in a cave or a net...anything could've happened with those guys!

BRODY With both of them?

Andrews shrugs: yes, conceivably with both of them. Brody concedes -- it's possible.

VAUGHAN (continuing) -- and next year, God willing, another set of fine condominiums, real homes for people with fire- places, round-the-clock tennis courts, an eighteen-hole golf course and for some of you younger frisk- ier marrieds like the Brodys over there and maybe this'll get his attention, yes I see it has -- we even have plans for -- a jacuzzi! (Brody joins in the general laughter. Ellen pretends to blush, covers her face) But seriously, folks, we're gonna be back on our feet, we're gonna be back on top as a secure family- oriented resort community and that's why we say (over crescendo of applause, Brody clapping too) Welcome, Amity Shores! We say Welcome, Amity Shores!

A fanfare from the band cuts across the applause, and we see the town's five Selectmen, in bathrobes, lining up dutifully at the other end of the pool, Officer Hendricks beside them.

VAUGHAN Ready? Okay! (as they take off their robes and stand shivering) Here, to make this opening a hundred percent official -- (over whistles and laughter) I give you the Amity Board of Selectmen!

HENDRICKS (raising his pistol) On your mark...get set....

He fires, and they flop in. As they do their laps, the band playing a gallop and their fellow townsmen cheering them on, we close in on Brody. He's not entertained, he's just looking at the splashing arms and legs.

8-A WATCHTOWER 8-A

High above the beach, perched atop the fifty-foot shark tower, Brody watches the activity below.

The season's first bathers carefully toe the water. It's still too cold, except for a few hearty souls...like Harry, the old guy from the first picture wearing "one crazy hat," who streaks past to plunge into the icy surf.

Len Peterson, of Amity Shores, Inc., appears at the base of the tower. His Mercedes waits near Brody's squad car with its door open -- someone sits in the front seat.

PETERSON (calling up) Chief!

BRODY Yeah? Oh, hiya Mr. Peterson. You want to see me?

PETERSON Several potential buyers are coming here on Sunday. I'll be running groups over every weekend.

BRODY (starts to climb down) Fine, I'll make sure everything's tidied up, no uncollected garbage or anything.

PETERSON I wonder if this could be taken down?

BRODY It's permanent.

PETERSON What do you watch from it? Been nothing for two or three years.

BRODY Nothing we've been able to see.

PETERSON That's exactly what it makes people feel.

BRODY (arriving at his side) If it were up to me, Mr. Peterson, I wouldn't only have a watchtower, I'd have that water protected with a ring of steel from the beach to fifty yards out. (they walk toward the car) Wouldn't cost all that much either. One-hundred-gauge steel mesh with concrete blocks at the bottom.

PETERSON Any time off for good behavior?

BRODY I know how it sounds, but I know this too...years ago the water was full of fish, plenty for sharks to eat. Now, fewer fish and the water's full of people. Know what I mean?

They've reached the beach road. Mayor Vaughan sits in Peterson's car.

BRODY Hi Larry, didn't see you.

VAUGHAN Staying in here where it's warm. Are you still pushing that beach plan?? You know we can't afford it.

BRODY I thought he might be interested. (starting for his car) Think it over, Mr. Peterson.

PETERSON Kind of intense about it, isn't he?

VAUGHAN Don't mind the Chief. He gets like that every year at this time. You can understand why. (pause) He's a good man though, Len.

PETERSON You don't seem so sure of it.

DISSOLVE TO

8-A-1 EXT. AMITY - DAY - BRODY PATROLS HIS TOWN 8-A-1

He views with mixed feelings signs that spring is further advanced. Trees are blooming, boats are being launched -- among them we notice one with a fresh coat of yellow paint being lowered into the water by Heller. Slipping out of his coat, he greets Brody.

HELLER Hey, Martin, how you doing? Feel that sun...be summer before you know it...ain't you warm in that thing?

BRODY No. I like to pretend it's still winter.

CUT TO

9 AMITY STREET - DAY 9

Two teenage bicyclists in "Andover" windbreakers, one of them Reeves Vaughan the Mayor's son, are trying to give Brody an argument as he writes them a citation.

REEVES We didn't hit anyone.

BRODY Yet.

REEVES Be a sport, Chief! My dad'll kill me!

BRODY I warned you last weekend, Reeves -- no riding on the sidewalk. (hands him the citation) My regards to the Mayor.

10 EXT. FERRY SLIP - NIGHT 10

Stillness, except for the base thudding of the ferry's engine as it noses in and bumps into place. The doors open and footsteps clang down the gangway. Brody watches the first few tourists of the season stream through pools of light. Summer -- it's beginning.

DISSOLVE TO

11 DOCK - DAY - THE YELLOW BOAT 11

is filling with a party of four, beer, water-skis, and extra five gallon can of gas, fishpoles, lunch. Heller, his wife Dee and another couple have brought enough stuff for a trans- Atlantic crossing in their little boat.

HELLER (donning a nautical cap) Stand by to cast off.

DEE Avast ye swabs! Port to Starboard! Yo Ho Heave Ho! Straight as she goes ---

HELLER (breaking out the beer) -- and a bottle of rum before and aft....

This nonsense fades as they chug away from the dock.

CUT TO

12 SEA OFF AMITY - PETERSON'S CABIN CRUISER 12

Heading toward the town...Peterson in a yachting cap, at the controls, spieling to the new group of prospective buyers -- two late-middle-age couples, a thirtyish couple with a Little Girl, and an Elderly Man with an expensive-looking camera.

PETERSON Over there's the harbor, been in use two hundred years, nearly... Quite a few sort of antique houses, too ---

At the cry of a pelican the Elderly Man looks up and aims his camera.

13 ELDERLY MAN 13

as he eagerly lines up his shot ---

PETERSON (o.s.) How's it feel to breathe real air, huh?

A chorus of appreciative "mm's."

14 THE PELICAN 14

seen through his viewfinder: it wheels and dives full tilt straight down, smashing the water with a crazy suicidal splash -- the shutter clicks. The pelican emerges with a fish.

As we follow its circling ascent:

PETERSON (o.s.) Honey, you want to steer the boat awhile?

The pelican dives again...the shutter clicks.

LITTLE GIRL (o.s.) I don't like boats.

Laughter...the bird comes up with another fish. Another click. We following its wheeling again.

PETERSON (o.s.) She'll learn to like 'em in Amity! Little guys her age practically live in the water here ---

The pelican dives -- click!

PETERSON (o.s.) Plenty to do and see for everybody, all ages. Well, you know our con- cept, let the place speak for itself.

Pause...the pelican has not come up...the Little Girl begins humming...it still doesn't come up.

15 ELDERLY MAN AND THE OTHERS 15

He's lowering his camera, looking out to sea, very puzzled, as Peterson's boat passes the yellow boat in the mouth of the harbor.

16 YELLOW BOAT - HELLER'S PARTY 16

As they clear the harbor mouth the other couple drops off the back of the boat with their black Fiberglas water-skis.

WOMAN Okay, wait, wait, don't start yet.

HELLER Say when.

DEE Isn't it too crowded here?

HELLER Yeah, I'll go over that way.

WOMAN Watch me now, watch how I get up.

A false start -- she's not very good -- and she's up.

17 ANGLE 17

They head out to a deserted stretch of water.

18 THE WATER SKIERS 18

WOMAN Look, watch this!

Whooping and carrying on, she does a spastic, one-legged ballerina.

MAN Oh, Boy! That's really -- terrible.

19 UNDERWATER - FROM SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW 19

Two pairs of black water-skis leave a frothy trail.

20 A FIN 20

appears in the water behind the skiers.

21 BOAT - DEE 21

is the first to spot it.

DEE (stiffens) Jesus Christ!

22 ANGLE 22

HELLER Shark. A shark!

DEE Oh God, do something.

HELLER Get them the hell away from it.

He twists the throttle and the little boat jerks forward almost pulling the skiers off balance.

MAN Hey! What the hell?

Then he too sees the fin.

At first, they try to outrun it.

WOMAN I can't! I'll fall!! Please! Please somebody help me.

23 BOAT - HELLER 23

is forced to slow down.

DEE Can't we get them aboard?

24 THE SKIERS 24

sink a little in the water as the boat slows.

MAN No! We can't stop!!

Heller speeds up. For an eternity the Shark seems content just to follow what is being so appetizingly trolled. They attempt a wide turn to head back toward land...the skiers screaming.

25 BEACH HOUSE DECK - AN OLD LADY 25

glances up from her book. From where she sits they seem to be having a wonderful time.

26 THE SKIERS 26

try to work their way hand-over-hand to the boat but as they approach safety the wake is too much for the woman and she loses her balance. The Shark strikes her as she falls. She is dragged for a few seconds through the water by the rope, then grabbed by her husband. She clings to him screaming in terror as the Shark hits her again. And again.

27 DEE AND HELLER 27

are crying and flinging clothes, picnic basket, and oar, everything they can lay their hands on at the Shark. He shouts at her to open the extra can of gasoline and pour some on a rag.

The man is doing his best to hang on to his wife, but he's losing her. He brutally takes a turn of her hair around his hand. The Shark, seemingly confident that its victims won't escape, is taking its time. It swims leisurely in for more.

WOMAN BILLY! BILLY!

She hugs his legs, begging him for help. The Shark brushes her with its head and drops back a few yards.

On the boat, Dee hysterically slops gas down her legs and on the deck. Heller crams the soaked rag into the mouth of the can.

In the water, the woman's no longer screaming. Billy looks down at her. Her face is a pallid mask. She's no longer aware who her husband is. She's dying. Billy can't stand it, it's too much for him and he loses his balance.

The Shark thrusts its powerful tail, coming in for the kill as Billy cartwheels awkwardly into the water, twisting, hugging, snarling in the tow-line in his pathetic determina- tion to hold on to what is no longer the woman. The line snaps taut pulling his shoulder from its socket, raising a wide cloud of pink spray as they're dragged through the water sideways. No longer content with slashing bites, the Shark's jaws close on the woman and won't let go, its head vibrating from side to side. Billy is strangling in the line ---

Heller lights the soaked rag and heaves the five gallon can at the Shark.

A tremendous explosion of shrapnel, a ball of flame, and the enraged Shark crashes onto the stern of the boat with one side of its head aflame...sending Dee, the gas-soaked deck, and the boat's own tank up in blinding succession leaving nothing but a smoldering, sinking mess to plunge to the bottom.

DISSOLVE TO

28 DUSK - THE AMITY P.D. BOAT 28

is fishing up a few pieces of what remains. A tangle of towline leads across the deck to a body covered with a sheet of black vinyl.

HENDRICKS (on 2-way) Yeah, just the one guy who got strangled in the line. Nothing much else to do here, Chief. A few cushions, some miscellaneous. We'll have to drag tomorrow for the others.

29 BEACH HOUSE - DECK - BRODY AND OLD LADY 29

BRODY (on 2-way) Better get started tonight.

HENDRICKS (o.s.) But Chief -- this swell's coming up. And the current's moved every- thing anyway ---

BRODY Tonight.

HENDRICKS (o.s) (groans) Roger.

Brody turns back to the Old Lady.

BRODY So, that's all you saw?

OLD LADY That's all. One minute they were havin' a heck of a time and the next I know the whole thing just blew to smithereens. Who were they? Off-islanders?

BRODY No, friends.

CUT TO

30 EXT. BRODY HOUSE - EVENING 30

Glad to be home, Brody turns into his driveway. There is a light from the garage. His sons Mike and Sean and Mike's chubby friend, Andy, are scrubbing a catamaran sailboat. Mike Brody is fifteen, very good-looking and knows it.

BRODY (slowly getting out of his car) What the hell is that?

MIKE Doug let me have it cheap. A beaut isn't it? What's the matter?

BRODY Nothing.

SEAN (7 years old) That old boat was too small. Mike said we couldn't race with that. I'm going with them.

MIKE No you aren't.

ANDY (wears heavy braces) The guys run out to the lighthouse and back now, Mr. Brody. He needs this. It's much safer.

MIKE This will be a racer, and the old boat leaks and I'm paying for this myself.

SEAN I like it. Don't you like it, Dad?

BRODY (turning to go in) I don't want to talk about it now. I guess at least it's better than diving.

MIKE You know I wish you'd believe Tom Andrews. Diving is safer than camping out or driving a car ---

BRODY Or parachute jumping.

CUT TO

31 INT. KITCHEN DINING AREA 31

Ellen turns the stove on to heat up his dinner.

BRODY (pouring a drink) I'm not too hungry.

ELLEN Yeah, I heard. How did it happen?

BRODY I wish I knew.

The three Kids stream through the kitchen on their way to get something from Mike's room. Sean hangs back and leans up against his father.

SEAN Guess what, Dad?

BRODY What?

SEAN Andy's moving away. And his mother too.

BRODY No kidding.

ELLEN How come you're moving, Andy?

He tromps back in and rummages through the refrigerator.

ANDY My mother got laid off again. Not enough work in the restaurant.

ELLEN That's too bad. Mike'll miss you.

SEAN Me too.

MIKE (entering) Miss him? Barf!

ELLEN Can't she find another job?

BRODY In this town?

ANDY She's got a job on the mainland, I think, in the fall.

ELLEN Maybe she could get a job here with the Amity Shores project before then. Martin says some people are getting work already, and if they really get rolling....

ANDY ...anyway, until this is all re- solved, you won't mind if I sort of move into your refrigerator.

ELLEN I thought you had.

Andy smiles, peanut butter sticking to his braces.

MIKE He's selling his braces. Wanta buy them.

ELLEN No thanks.

ANDY Your loss.

The Kids go back outside, Andy dripping peanut butter and jelly across the kitchen floor.

ANDY (going out the door) Things'll never be the same without me, huh?

Brody sits in silence for a moment -- smiling, but involved in his own thoughts.

CUT TO

32 UNDERWATER - NIGHT - A LARGE METAL RAKE 32

scrapes along the ocean floor leaving clouds of silt in its wake. It rises toward the surface.

The P.D. Boat's searchlight scans the waves: the wind has risen sharply, whipping their crests to foam. Winching the rake to the stern, Hendricks frees it of seaweed and drops it back in.

CUT TO

33 INT. BRODY BEDROOM - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 33

Brody is awake. There's something he can't get out of his mind. He gets out of bed, pulls on his pants.

34 ON HIS DESK 34

is a photograph. He's smiling, shaking hands with Matt Hooper. And a plaque: "Martin Brody, Amity Man of the Year, 1975." Beyond the desk is the sea. A storm is coming. He unlocks a drawer and takes out: a box of .38 caliber hollow-point bullets, a twenty-five cc vial of sodium cyanide, and a dispos- able plastic syringe. From a cupboard in the dining room he gets a red candle. He turns the desk lamp on, opens the box of bullets. Carefully, one by one, he stands them on end.

CUT TO

35 AT SEA - MIDDLE OF NIGHT - THE P.D. BOAT 35

is still dragging.

HENDRICKS Okay, pull her up.

They put the boat in neutral and start the winch. A few yards of line come up, then the winch grinds slowly to a stop with the weight of something very heavy.

HENDRICKS (working its gears) Damn, this thing never works right.

Now the line begins to rise again, slowly tipping the boat, bringing its stern almost level with the waves from the weight of its burden.

HENDRICKS Jesus, something really heavy.

What could be so heavy...a piece of the burned boat...a body?

It's coming up. The searchlight finds it. They bring it closer. Great tendrils of kelp hang from the rake, obscuring what's underneath. Afraid of what he'll find, Hendricks carefully removes slippery weeds and discovers, draped across the rake's claws, a six-inch-thick insulated cable.

HENDRICKS For Christ's sakes, it's the electric line from the mainland! (he frees it and drops it back in) I told him we'd never find anything in this weather.

ANOTHER OFFICER One more time?

The P.D. Boat's lights cast eerie forms on the waves and it's cold -- Hendricks doesn't like it at all.

HENDRICKS Let's get the hell out of here before we do find something.

CUT TO

36 BRODY'S DESK - LETHAL BLUE LIQUID 36

is drawn from the vial into the syringe. Brody inserts the needle into the hollow point of a bullet and fills it. He tips the candle, sealing the poison in with a drop of wax. A hand touches him.

ELLEN For God's sake, Martin! What is the matter? Why are you doing that?

BRODY Why do you think?

ELLEN What I think doesn't matter. It's what you think.

BRODY I want to ask you a question. Four people are...

ELLEN We've been through this already.

BRODY (carefully placing the prepared bullets back in the box) Four people are out in a boat. It blows up with two of them in it. Okay. The other two are water- skiing behind it. What happens to them? Could they blow up? One of them is strangled in the tow-line. The other can't be found. What happened to that one?

ELLEN I don't know.

BRODY (locks box in drawer) I'm asking you, doesn't that seem strange to you?

ELLEN Yes it does, but the whole inci- dent is weird...Martin, come back to bed, (going) you're exhausted.

BRODY I don't know what I am. All I know is what I'm afraid of.

He doesn't follow her.

CUT TO

37 EXT. PORCH - NIGHT 37

Brody comes out and walks to the water. Mike's old boat is banging against the dock with the rising swells. It's half full of water. Brody walks along the beach.

CUT TO

38 BEACH - NIGHT - SNOW FENCE 38

Billowing clouds and a steady surf breaking, high tide is rolling in...the bell in a buoy rings with each surge. Along the deserted flotsam-littered shore, darkly communing with himself, plods Brody.

39 POINT OF VIEW FROM THE WATER 39

Something unseen keeps slow pace with him.

40 BEACH - BRODY 40

stops, and looks out to sea, the source of his haunting fears and nightmarish memories. After a moment he walks on, then stops and turns. He's seen something in the surf, he's curious...peering, he walks out onto the wet sand. We see it now, near the buoy, a large piece of something bright yellow. From the boat? Brody can't tell, steps out farther, water's flowing over his shoes, he hardly notices.

The waves aren't bringing it in, he looks around for a stick, a pole...nothing...he'll have to wade out for it. Three steps and he's up to his knees. He backs away as a wave breaks, then goes forward again, keeping his eye on the yellow object. Slower now, almost parallel with it...another wave is coming... and suddenly a black shape lunges upon him from a wave. He cries out, striking blindly at it ---

41 A BODY 41

burned beyond recognition.

42 BRODY 42

stands there panting...then, appalled by what he must do, he forces himself to approach the thing rolling in the sea.

43 UNDERWATER 43

Brody's legs moving toward the body.

44 BRODY 44

closes his eyes and grabs. The thing comes apart. Gasping, he rushes from the water.

45 UNDERWATER 45

Brody's legs pump out of reach.

CUT TO

46 INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - GRAY LIGHT 46

Brody and his elderly secretary Polly (she's wearing signs of having been summoned in the middle of the night) are filling out a mountain of forms. Coroner Santos comes in.

CORONER Wind's dying down.

BRODY Well?

CORONER (dictating to Polly) Minor lacerations, complete charring of the body.

BRODY Lacerations??

CORONER Not from what you think.

He places a plastic bag containing several small pieces of jagged metal on the desk in front of Brody.

CORONER These were embedded.

47 ANGLE - METAL PIECES 47

Brody turns them in his hand.

BRODY (o.s.) Gasoline can.

POLLY What do you think Chief?

He doesn't answer.

CORONER A false alarm now would break this town.

BRODY So would a shark attack.

POLLY (pause) Well, what's the decision?

CORONER If you're suspicious Martin, close the beaches.

BRODY I am suspicious! But dammit, there's no proof and if I'm wrong how's this town going to make it through the summer?

CUT TO

48 MAIN STREET - BRIGHT DAY - TWO HOT YOUNG THINGS 48

one pretty, one plain, swing along looking in shop windows and keeping an eye out for local boys. Reeves Vaughan cycles past.

REEVES See anything you like?

BROOKE (the plain one, sourly) Not you, certainly.

REEVES Who's talking to you?

ANGELA (the pretty one) Don't make the attempt, sir.

He cycles off.

CUT TO

49 DOCK - MIKE BRODY'S CATAMARAN 49

A considerable amount of work has been done on the new sailboat. Sean Brody sits on the dock throwing pieces of a hotdog to a school of small fish. He watches his older brother Mike hang over the water to screw in supports for a fire extinguisher. A cassette player is mounted on the mast. Andy selects a tape. Music.

SEAN Gee, that'll be neat when we're out on the water.

ANDY What do you mean "we?"

SEAN I can come with you, can't I Mike?

MIKE Sometimes, but let's get this straight, Nudge, fundamentally this boat is for one thing and one thing only.

SEAN Yeah...what?

MIKE Making out.

SEAN (oily) Oh....

ANDY See these cushions? You know what they're for?

SEAN They're lifesavers

Mike and Andy crack up.

MIKE They sure are. (crooning under his breath) Don't look now, but...mammaries....

ANDY (whirling around) Where?

MIKE I said don't look!

They busy themselves about the boat. Mike eases the volume up on the music, and lounges on the bow casually dangling one hand in the water, very smooth. Andy adjusts his velvet hat to a more attractive angle.

MIKE God damn this zit! Can you see it from where you are?

ANDY (grinning slowly, wickedly) Can you see my braces?

50 ANGELA AND BROOKE 50

are walking in their direction. They are indeed very well endowed -- although in different directions: Angela on top, Brooke on the bottom. They notice the boys, and pass by slowly, busying themselves in conversation.

SEAN (yelling) They're passing!

ANDY Shut up!

SEAN (whispering) Say something!

MIKE Hey, where are you girls from?

ANGELA I beg your pardon?

MIKE (smooth) Where you from? Haven't seen you around before.

The girls exchange a look...snazzy boat, the chubby guy's kinda cute, and the other one -- !

BROOKE New York.

ANDY Far out! His father's from New York too.

ANGELA Oh yeah?

Mike nods, very casual.

BROOKE What a great boat!

ANGELA (smiles) Yeah, stereo and everything.

Sean is impressed.

CUT TO

51 OUT AT SEA - OFF THE LIGHTHOUSE 51

About 20 small sailboats of every sort (dinghies, catamarans, Sunfishes, inflatables) are cruising around, most of them manned by young people in their teens and early twenties. Doug, a 17-year-old on his own in a tiny inflatable, knows what he's doing as he neatly comes about. A scream from behind him. All heads turn ---

52 MIKE BRODY'S CATAMARAN 52

is nearly keeling over with a sudden gust, one pontoon high off the water, the other running below the surface. Even part of the canvas framework stretched between the two pontoons is awash. The scream was from Brooke, who's terrified at how far they're keeled over. Mike eases off a little, and the boat levels.

BROOKE (screaming and laughing at the same time) This is fun? Jesus Christ!

ANDY (in quotes) Brooke, my darling, come sit by me and I'll protect you.

BROOKE Yeah sure you'll protect me.

Angela smiles warmly at Mike Brody, tossing her hair back.

ANDY (glad for his friend) Hey buddy why don't you head for ol' lighthouse. We can go ashore, walk around, find shells, etcetera.

Mike nods as if the suggestion is a merely practical one and heads away from the other boats toward the lighthouse.

ANGELA (changing the subject) Your little brother's so cute.

ANDY Puleese.

ANGELA Aw, you're mean to him. You should've let him come.

MIKE (with meaning) He would've just been...in the way.

ANGELA (husky) Yeah.

53 THE ROCKS BENEATH THE LIGHTHOUSE 53

are steep. Waves break against them with hollow thuds. A small sailboat rides at anchor...Ed is 17, Tina is pretty and all his. They are making their way down from the con- cealment of the rocks to swim back to their boat.

ANDY (calling) Nice day!

TINA (tying the back of her bathing suit) Mind you own business you fat fag!

Andy strains to think of a snappy comeback...and fails.

BROOKE (suddenly) Hey! What's that -- over there -- ?

From their point of view: a black, floating shape on the water.

BROOKE (pointing to the shape) Let's go see.

ANGELA What is it?

Ed and Tina have seen it too, and are on their way to investigate. Mike's boat cuts through the chop.

54 ANGLE - THE SHAPE 54

ahead of them, closer, more defined now...a whale.

55 MIKE'S BOAT 55

They're peering ahead. Then:

ANDY It's a whale, a dead whale!

MIKE (cautious) How do you know it's dead?

ANDY Look!

We're close enough now to see that it's listing slightly -- and that its flank is pocked with large red holes.

Ed and Tina arrive at the carcass. It reeks, but they're fascinated.

ED (awed) Something's sure been chewing on him.

From their point of view, the whale's flank: now we can see clearly how great hunks of flesh have been torn from it.

DISSOLVE TO

56 OUT AT SEA - DUSK - WHALE 56

The Amity P.D. Boat idles alongside the floating carcass, deputies manning the boat. We see it is well equipped -- first aid gear, emergency flares, and inflatable "Res-Q-Raft" in a suitcase-sized pack. Brody leans over the side with his camera, taking a close shot of one of the bites. His shark paranoia is rising -- and the smell of the decomposi- tion is making him ill.

BRODY Now I want to measure a couple.

He climbs over and takes a steel tape measure from his pocket, pulls out a couple feet of tape.

BRODY Jesus, look at its teeth. What the hell kind of whale is this?

Brody looks at a bite, and pulls out a bit more tape. He leans out to measure, holding the rail with one hand.

DEPUTY Must be this warm spell, making it smell so high.

Close on Brody, measuring the huge gouges.

BRODY Fifty-one vertical...forty seven horizontal.

DEPUTY (writing it down) What you gonna do with all this, Chief?

BRODY Take it over to the Mainland... Woods Hole.

CUT TO

57 WOODS HOLE LABORATORY - MORNING 57

Humming, buzzing, clicking, flashing electronic gear. Specimens of fish and eels in tanks. Young men and women peer into microscopes, monitoring instruments. Not dis- tracted by the array, Brody's only concern is what Dr. Elkins (the Institute's director) has to say about his photographs and measurements.

DR. ELKINS (looks at them and nods) Yes. I would say this was the work of a Great White.

Relieved to have it out in the open, terrified of what it means, Brody is far away in another time.

BRODY I knew it.

DR. ELKINS There's no cause for alarm, though ---

BRODY It was only ten miles out, Doctor Elkins. Listen...do sharks ever return to the same location?

DR. ELKINS Let me show you something ---

58 SHARK RESEARCH OFFICE 58

Charts depicting types of sharks, glass cages containing rows of labeled teeth, a blowup of an aerial shot of thousands of migrating sharks, and a large map of the world, the oceans marked with many little symbols.

DR. ELKINS This is what we know of the world's shark population. Whites often travel through these waters -- (points from the Carolinas to Maine) -- quite a way out where it's deep as a rule, between late spring and early summer.

BRODY Like around now.

DR. ELKINS Yes...Probably they're following whales, they like mammals.

BRODY Yeah.

DR. ELKINS That's when the whales are up here, migrating north. Baby sperm whales, pilot whales, they're favorite targets of the Whites. This one though, is a bit unusual. This is a killer whale, did you know that? Yes, it took a particularly powerful Great White to kill him. Still...so far out it really implies no danger to your beaches again.

BRODY Attacks by sharks -- are they pretty much random, or do they happen in the same places?

DR. ELKINS Yes, where there are a lot of sharks, like Australia, or South Africa. There's no other pattern as far as we know. And it's not a common occurrence anyway. More than five times as many people are struck by lightning.

BRODY And lightning never strikes twice in the same place?

DR. ELKINS (leading him from the room) Not often. I have something you might be interested in ---

59 SHARK LAB - "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" 59

Several testing systems in operation. Two assistants are dissecting a brown shark. Brody looks around uncomfortably.

DR. ELKINS (gesturing toward the dissecting table) Sharks produce an anti-body that protects them from cancer. Did you know that? (Brody shakes his head) Yes...if we can find out what that anti-body is, sharks may prove to be of great value to man. Might even save human lives ---

BRODY That would be a switch.

DR. ELKINS (watching Brody) -- yet people are terrified of sharks. So terrified that they hunt them down, mutilate them -- club them to death. Sharks, Mr. Brody, are God's creatures too. (moves to a glass tank) We're just beginning to learn about them, so much is still a mystery.

ASSISTANT (at a tank) Like a run on Elvis, Doctor?

DR. ELKINS (nods, then to Brody) Visual stimuli. Here, stand up close to it... (Brody hesitates) ...there's no need to be afraid.

As Brody looks at the shark's head behind the Plexiglas, the Assistant draws a blackout curtain around them...Brody and Dr. Elkins watch as he then proceeds, with a complex flashlight, to beam rays of different colors and intensities directly at the shark's eyes...lighting up the whole head with an eerie changing glow.

DR. ELKINS Color and intensity...watch the response....

Close on the shark's eyes as the nictitating membrane and pupils move with the changes of light.

BRODY My God, does that excite them too? I thought it was just blood or splashing ---

DR. ELKINS (drawing back the curtain) Any number of things. Sounds of all sorts. Sound is top of the list, in fact. (stepping to the shark on the dissecting table) They have extraordinary hearing apparatus, a kind of radar -- (pointing it out) -- sensors running from head to tail -- they pick up certain frequencies and home in, like a guided missile.

BRODY What kind of frequencies?

DR. ELKINS (moving to the large tub) Oh, quite a range. And over con- sidebar distances. Irregular sounds, unusual sounds, electrical impulses, almost any low-frequency vibrations -- (to another Assistant) Tape please, Bob? (to Brody, pointing to a spot in the wall of the tub) There's a little speaker in there. Watch.

The Assistant starts a tape machine, and Brody looks down into the tub, following the movements of the lemon shark with rigid fascination.

DR. ELKINS Now he's just hearing peaceful marine life...nothing special... but now he hears the sound of a wounded grouper a mile away -- (the shark noses at the speaker, agitated) Now just silence -- (the shark resumes circling as before) Now -- watch him -- a Waring Blender, low speed, same distance ---

The shark pauses, then strikes at the speaker repeatedly, jaws wide and snapping. Brody watches, appalled.

BRODY Let me ask you -- this might seem kind of stupid --

DR. ELKINS What's that?

BRODY They must get signals from each other too ---

Dr. Elkins shrugs.

BRODY See, I've read how dolphins send out whole messages -- I just won- dered if a shark -- (pauses, embarrassed) I mean, that one I killed...how do we know it didn't communicate with other sharks before it died. May- be it had a mate or something. Maybe I left a trace in the water, a smell -- or maybe they just sense me in some way you don't know about yet. They never go for revenge or anything like that, do they?

DR. ELKINS (slightly amused) Sharks, Mr. Brody, never take any- thing personally.

Brody nods, then looks back into the tub: the lemon shark is circling again.

CUT TO

60 AMITY BEACH - DAY 60

Brody on a dune above the beach, sweating, peering through field glasses.

61 BEACH FROM HIS POINT OF VIEW 61

The cabanas, their paint weathered, are being scrubbed up for the season. About 100 people on the beach, a dozen in the water. Although it's the first swimmable weekend of the season, it's still a bit early in the day, and the water's cold.

Reeves Vaughan and a boy with heavy sideburns arrive on their expensive ten-speeds and a sprawl in the sun.

The Amity P.D. Boat is patrolling off shore. The watchtower: a guard on duty at the top, a warning bell hangs beside him. As Brody scans out to sea again:

SEAN (o.s.) Mom said eat your lunch.

The boy has hiked up the dune -- he holds out a sandwich and thermos to his father. Ellen has spread a blanket out on the sand.

BRODY You eat it, Sean.

SEAN I just had lunch.

BRODY Good, then you can't go in the water.

Sean looks at him, wishing he hadn't said that. We hear the sound of a large vehicle braking ---

62 A BRIGHTLY PAINTED BUS 62

with AMITY SHORES lettered on its side pulls up close to the beach. Peterson and Mayor Vaughan disembark, all smiles, followed by several affluent-looking couples carrying picnic lunches.

Brody watches for a moment and looks seaward again.

Two more people emerge from the Amity Shores bus: a tired- looking mother and a girl of nine (Bunny) dragging her terrible dog behind her. They look around as Peterson continues his soft sell.

PETERSON ...Never very crowded or noisy, almost a private beach really, one of the finest on this coast. Any- one low on Bain de Soleil? (they chuckle appreciatively) Enjoy yourselves.

The people disperse to the sands.

ELLEN Hi Larry! Mr. Peterson! Want some lunch?

PETERSON (sitting) That's the best offer I've had all...

He breaks off: the mother and her little girl are coming over, the child still dragging the dog.

MRS. RYAN Oh, Mr. Peterson, I wanted to ask... Bunny, stop that, leave that thing alone!

PETERSON Yes, Mrs. Ryan?

MRS. RYAN I know I'm being silly, but is it really safe to go in?

PETERSON Absolutely.

VAUGHAN Couldn't be safer! (gestures at the tower and P.D. Boat) All these precautions!

MRS. RYAN Yes, I noticed the policeman there.

They follow her glance: there's Brody, conspicuously poised at his vigil.

ELLEN Oh, he's...bird watching, you know ...seagulls, ducks....

BUNNY No, he's not.

PETERSON You and your little girl have your dip, Mrs. Ryan.

Nodding a bit doubtfully, she walks away.

PETERSON There goes that sale.

ELLEN He's doing his job.

PETERSON Well, maybe we should ask him to hold off doing his job until these people leave.

63 BRODY 63

is peering out at the bathers.

His point of view: Mrs. Ryan and Bunny wade into the water, Bunny carrying her reluctant dog out for a swimming lesson.

VAUGHAN (o.s.) Martin, for Pete's sake.

Brody lowers his binoculars, and sees Vaughan wallowing up the dune toward him.

VAUGHAN Please quit standing up here with those glasses. There's no reason for it, Martin, you'll scare people to death.

Brody doesn't reply, and continues his watch. Vaughan crouches down beside him not wanting to be seen.

VAUGHAN Will you stop acting crazy? A whale, a whale got killed fifteen miles out....

BRODY (scanning the beach) Ten.

Bunny is waist-deep trying to get her dog to swim. It clings to her in terror. She throws it into deeper water and her mother screams at her. Bunny sticks her tongue out.

Brody raises his binoculars beyond Bunny and goes rigid as he sees a large shadow undulating in the water.

BRODY There. What's that?

Whatever it is, is moving in like a giant amoeba. Gulls hover as it glides along beneath the surface, then dart and plunge, screaming as it moves closer.

Brody drops his glasses. Horrified, waving at the watchtower, he starts to run toward the beach.

VAUGHAN (following) Martin! ---

64 BRODY 64

running -- down the dune to the beach, gesturing frantically -- why doesn't the guard ring the bell?!!

65 TOWER PLATFORM - SAM THE GUARD 65

is looking through field glasses, checking via walkie-talkie with the police boat.

SAM What the hell is it?

66 OFF-SHORE - P.D. BOAT 66

OFFICER (into walkie-talkie) Don't know. Too big to be a shark.

67 BRODY RUNNING HARDER 67

He pulls out his gun as he runs and loads the prepared bullets. He trips on the edge of a blanket and staggers on, flying sand catching a child in the face.

Still running, his eyes strain into glaring reflections on the water...it's difficult to determine what the shadow is.

The child is crying. People back off in alarm at the sight of him running, gun drawn. Bunny's mother screams at her to get out of the water. The obscure shape slides closer, rolling in toward shore.

BRODY (screaming up at the tower) RING THE BELL!!

Some bathers have seen the thing in the water and race out. Others point in wonder at the dark mass as little fish spring up from it.

Attracted by all the excitement, Sean Brody has come down to the water's edge to investigate.

Bunny has succeeded too well. Her dog swims happily -- away from her. She refuses to leave the water without him.

BUNNY (crying, following into deeper water) Snapper, please come in! Snapper!!

She grabs him. Her mother screams at her.

68 BRODY 68

reaches the tower and starts to climb.

SAM (leaning over) It's okay, Chief!

BRODY What are you talking about....

He climbs the tower. Vaughan, panting heavily, lumbers up below.

VAUGHAN Martin...please!

BRODY (on top) Ring the bell! Ring it!!

SAM It's okay, Chief, look! It's a school of bluefish. (laughing) Get your fishing rod!

69 THE BEACH 69

Several men have brought out their fishing gear, one's already casting. Big blues flash wildly as the water bubbles and boils with activity...the blues are chasing bait fish.

Stomping out of the water, Bunny spanks her wet rat of a dog. The fishermen connect as soon as their lines hit the water.

Hoots and howls of excitement waft up to Brody as he stands there sweating and panting, staring in amazement at the sight before him.

BRODY Oh, yeah...I didn't see....

A little unsteady, he puts his gun away and starts to climb down. People are watching him.

The child is still crying. Sean is embarrassed for his father. Peterson looks at Ellen.

PETERSON (sarcastic) Thorough at his job, isn't he?

70 BRODY 70

drops down, his box of red-tipped bullets spilling out on the sand. He brushes them off with too much concentration.

BRODY (to the Mayor) Sorry, Larry.

VAUGHAN (helping pick them up) What the hell are these red things, Martin?

BRODY Cyanide. There's cyanide inside... can kill a shark instantly.

Vaughan puts an understanding hand on his shoulder, and they walk beyond the tower, away from the crying. People here and there are staring after Brody and talking among themselves. Reeves Vaughan comes up.

REEVES Anything wrong, Dad?

VAUGHAN (banishing his son with a glance, then to Brody) Maybe you ought to take some time off. Before the summer really starts.

BRODY (gazes out to sea) Mine's already started.

DISSOLVE TO

71 BRODY HOUSE - PORCH - DUSK 71

Head back, eyes closed, Brody is listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. A heavy wind has come up, turning the sky a deep red-purple. Ellen joins him.

ELLEN What do you want for dessert?

BRODY Wheat fields, farms, big stretches of land.

ELLEN You want to move again.

BRODY A little.

ELLEN As in 'a little pregnant?'

BRODY I don't know. I've always lived on an island. I mean, Manhattan is an island, too.

ELLEN (amused) That's true. I never thought of it that way. How would you like to take a walk with a person who loves you?

DISSOLVE TO

72 THE BEACH - ELLEN AND BRODY 72

are walking along the edge of the water. The ocean is luminescent.

BRODY Look out there. I wonder how many sharks are spawned each year. Millions probably. Millions of eating machines...And we're soft, we're meat. Did you ever think of yourself as meat?

ELLEN Well, as a matter of fact....

He slips his arm around her and they walk a few steps in silence. Far down the beach some kids have made a bonfire and are singing.

ELLEN I wonder if they sense fear. I mean dogs sense fear, and I bet sharks do too.

BRODY Everything else attracts them, so you know they're attracted by fear. And if they are, we're in big trouble.

ELLEN Why?

BRODY (fake chuckle) Cause I'm really scared.

She looks up at him...his face against the star-filled sky.

BRODY I had a dream last night. I was on this sliver of sand in front of a huge dune, a cliff really. that went straight up with no shrubs or anything to hold onto. Then from a long way out I saw a giant wave, like a hundred stories high, coming. So I tried to climb the cliff, but the sand slipped through my fingers and I fell. And all the time the wave was getting closer, and, you know, higher -- until it almost filled the sky. But it wasn't the wave I was afraid of. It was what was under the wave...and I had to kill it, and then another one came. And I had to kill that one too, and I was afraid they'd come too fast and I wouldn't have a chance.

He stops and gazes out at the satiny black water.

BRODY I can't stop looking out there. I try, but when I turn away from it, I get this creepy feeling that it's coming closer...so I have to keep watching...you see I just can't shake the idea, that it's waiting for me, and it's going to get me. Not just anyone, me.

ELLEN (muffled) For what reason?

BRODY Because it wants revenge! So call the men in the white coats. Hey! Ellen! Are you crying? Why're you crying? I wasn't really serious. I was just, oh hey don't cry.

ELLEN If there's a shark that wants re- venge he's sure getting it.

BRODY What do you mean?

ELLEN By making you feel like this. That's his revenge. Somehow we've got to put this thing behind us because it's destroying us. We can't live like this anymore. My God, Martin, look at the state you're in. No- thing's happened for three years!

BRODY Six people dead in a month.

ELLEN Three years ago there was concrete evidence...you know you're not really sure now.

BRODY Oh, he's there. (looks out to sea, his voice rising) He's out there and he's playing with us! Godammit I know that son-of-a- bitch is out there!

CUT TO

73 AMITY VILLAGE - PRE-DAWN 73

Street lights glow icily in the mist and go out with the first somber sign of dawn.

A lone fisherman makes his way down to the dock. One light still shines on the pier, its reflections reaching out into glassy swells where cabin cruisers swing from moorings in the harbor. Japanese lanterns are strung like gems between the masts of a large yawl.

And out there beyond the mouth of the harbor is the ocean, barely discernable in the grey light creeping in from the east. Waves tumble and roll through the portal, bringing in the open sea. Something is there, stealing along with the incoming tide. Two gulls resting on a wooden piling lift off soundlessly. Rigging creaks. A dinghy scrapes ominously along the side of a yacht, and the Japanese lanterns sway back and forth.

A bell-buoy tolls softly as the Shark slides unnoticed into the harbor.

CUT TO

74 AMITY SHORES CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY 74

Construction progressing...gardeners planting saplings near the pool. Walking toward the parking lot are Peterson and six very worried townsmen -- Mayor Vaughan and the five Select- men: Mr. Santini, Mrs. Nichols, Joan Taft, Mr. Kaiser and Mr. Sansom.

SANTINI Yeah -- who got bit? Who got ate? The odds it happens again is astronomical!

VAUGHAN Surely he'll see that himself in a week or two and straighten out.

MRS. TAFT Look how he's acting. You can't find him when you need him -- he's always up in that tower. Maybe we should get somebody who will take care of the town!

VAUGHAN I think you're jumping the gun.

MRS. TAFT Oh, Larry...

PETERSON (getting in his car) Your loyalty's touching, Larry, but I think you'd better start looking for a new Police Chief.

Gestures "it's up to you" and goes. They watch him, then avoiding each others' eyes drift toward their cars.

MR. KAISER I'll make some calls, see who's available...just as a precaution.

MRS. NICHOLS We're forgetting what the man did for us.

SANSOM But he's not the same man.

CUT TO

75 EXT. DOCK AREA - DAY 75

Mike Brody, his friend Andy and little Sean Brody come out of a nautical supply store, their arms loaded with new sails, and head down the dock for their boat.

ANDY What'll we do if they don't show on Saturday?

MIKE They'll show, don't worry. How much we got left?

Reeves Vaughan and three of his friends from Andover breeze by on their ten-speeds...too close and fast for comfort.

ANDY (spitting) Three bucks.

MIKE And we need money for wine too. (sophisticated) Angela said they like white.

SEAN I have three dollars, Mike. You could have it. You could have my allowance too, and I could go with you guys, huh?

MIKE How many times do I have to tell you no? NO, N.O.

SEAN How're ya gonna get wine anyway? You're not old enough.

ANDY (to Sean) Will you go drown or something.

Andy's spitting has not gone unnoticed by Reeves. He's turned around and come back.

REEVES Did you spit at us?

ANDY I? Spit never crossed my lips.

Mike, Andy and Sean continue on their way; the Andover boys keep pace on their bikes.

ANDOVER #1 Watch it, fat boy!

Mike and Andy try to ignore them, but it's hard considering Andovers' need for a fight. They reach the boat and busy themselves sorting out their goods.

ANDOVER #2 The metal in that kid's mouth alone will sink their little dinghy, huh Gordon?

ANDOVER #1 More likely the weight of his fat ass.

MIKE Hey Reeves, why don't you guys knock it off?

REEVES (coming up to him) What did you say -- you conceited asshole?

MIKE (touching him) Just go, ride your bikes.

REEVES Don't put your hands on me, Brody. You know, you're not the only one around here with a boat --

One of the Andover boys is fooling with their sailing gear.

MIKE (turning) Hey!

With that Reeves pushes Mike into the water. Mike's cool vanishes.

MIKE I'll kill you!

Andy's glasses go flying as he tackles Reeves from behind throwing him down for a moment of glory, but then Reeves easily gets the better of him, mashing his face into the dock. Sean flies to the rescue.

SEAN (kicking Reeves) You leave us alone. I'm gonna tell my father.

REEVES (picking Sean up) That nut! He's too busy looking for sharks.

SEAN You shut your mouth!

REEVES He can't help being sick !

ANDOVER #2 Maybe we should help the Chief by putting out a little bait, huh?

REEVES A little shark bait.

They hold Sean over the edge of the dock, kicking and scream- ing.

SEAN HELP, MIKE! MIKE!

MIKE I'm warning you!!

Reeves casually drops Sean ---

76 UNDERWATER 76

Through the cloudy water we see a silent splash as Sean hits the surface with the flat of his back and goes under. He panics, swallowing water, arms and legs flailing in every direction.

77 SURFACE - MIKE 77

strokes toward his brother and Andy jumps in.

78 UNDERWATER - SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW 78

Andy breaks the surface with a splash and swims toward Sean. His velvet hat floats behind him on the surface, its long feather trailing down like a wounded bird. Mike's arms and legs chop the surface as we veer toward him...then toward Sean twisting about wildly. We glide in closer as Mike and Andy dive down, pulling Sean to the surface, up to their boat, their legs leaving the water in the nick of time.

79 SURFACE 79

Sean is gasping and crying.

ANDY Hey, where's my hat?

Nowhere to be seen.

CUT TO

80 BRODY YARD - ELLEN AND KIDS 80

The Kids are getting out of their wet, dirty clothes before going into the house.

MIKE Nothin', Ma. Reeves Vaughan is a creep, that's all.

ELLEN You mean you didn't do anything to start it?

MIKE I told ya, no!

Brody drives in.

SEAN I'm gonna tell Daddy.

ELLEN Oh, honey, let's not bother him with it right now, okay?

SEAN I have to.

ELLEN Sean, I don't want you to say anything about it now. You understand?

Brody approaches, sizes up the situation.

BRODY Mike, I know this'll be hard on you but I'd like you to hold off on sailing for a while, okay?

MIKE DAD!! I've got a new boat and everything! Why?

BRODY I'm sorry Mike, it's just for a while...as a favor. Now, you want to tell what happened at the dock?

MIKE Nothin'. Reeves is a creep is all.

BRODY Some people might agree with you. What's the matter Sean? Sean?

SEAN Nothing... (looks at his mother) Nothing...Daddy... (bursts into tears) He called me sharkbait! He said you're always looking for sharks cause you're sick. I'm gonna punch him out! I HATE HIM!

Brody gathers him up in his arms.

BRODY It's okay Sean, okay...it doesn't matter what people say, does it....?

Ellen watches, thinking her own thoughts.

DISSOLVE TO

81 WATCHTOWER - SUNSET 81

The tower casts a long shadow across the deserted sand to where the last bathers are loading their cars. The lights of Amity are going on...it's dinner time. High in his perch, his form dark against the sunset, Brody wipes his nose on his sleeve and continues his vigil.

CUT TO

82 EXT. BRODY HOUSE AND GARAGE - NIGHT 82

Sean watches Mike and Andy unload sails, rudder, and other equipment from Ed's station wagon.

ED (holding cushions) You want these back in plastic or you think they'll be all right?

ANDY Plastic. God knows how long it'll be before we'll use them.

MIKE (has things under control) This won't last long.

ED You hope. Without your boat it's kinda hard to make out.

MIKE The hell it is. I'm gonna pick Angela up at the ferry tomorrow and get her to come over here.

ED In your garage?

MIKE Yeah.

ED You hope.

MIKE These cushions will get used, don't worry.

SEAN She only likes you because of your boat.

MIKE (loud) I'm gonna smash you in the mouth, you know that? Why don't you get outa here?

ED (watches Sean scurry away) Poor kid lives always at the edge of physical violence.

Ellen comes to the garage.

ELLEN Oh, I thought I heard your father drive in. Good, you brought your stuff back. (turns to go in and stops) Mike, can I talk to you for a second? (he comes to her) I just want to thank you for being so understanding lately.

MIKE I have? That's all right. I know summer isn't Dad's favorite season. It's just it is a little hard right now, this no sailing business -- with the new boat, and everything.

ELLEN I know. You're a good boy, and it's appreciated. (he pretends he doesn't want to hear anymore) I wanted you to know.

She goes in, closing the door quietly behind her.

ED Your mother's really nice...Built too.

MIKE (dry) Yeah.

DISSOLVE TO

>>>

II/ Jaws II.
Copyright 2005-2017. ! ! homeenglish@mail.ru