PROD. #02074 PRODUCERS: RICHARD ZANUCK AND DAVID BROWN ee Final Draft Screenplay by PETER BENCHLEY FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLYde #02074 JAWS OVER BLACK Scunds of the spaces rushing forward. Then a splinter of blue light in the center of the picture It breaks wide, showing the top and bottom a silhouetted curtain cf razor sharp teeth stigcesting that we are inside of a tremendcus gullet, looking out at the onrushing unde: sea world at night. HEAR a symphony of underwater sounds landslide, metabolic sounds, the rare and secret noises that certain undersea szec:es share with each other. cur To EXT, LIGHTHOUSE - NIGHT Caught in its blinding flash, the light moves on, fingering the fog. A lone buoy dongs somewhere out at sea. EXT. AMITY INSTREET ¢ The quaint little resort town is quiet in the middle of the night. A ground fog rounds a corner and becins spreading toward us. It fills over sidewalks and streets like some Biblical plag ISLAND NIG! Tt is a pleasant. windless night in mid-June, te see a long straight strece white beach. Behind che low dunes are the dark shapes ci large expensive houses. The fog that has reached Amity proper 15 seen only as a lcw-hanging cloud that is pushing in from the sea. HEAR a number of voices sing- ing. It scunds like an ern University's Alma Mate: ANOTHER ANGLE - BEACH A bonfire is biazing. Gathered around it are about a dozen young men and women whe zre merrily trading ficht songs from their respective Two young people break away from the circle, g 2 drunk an¢ d:sorderly Tom Cassidy be: CLOSEUP makes Christina but she laughs and ducksmt 10 #02074 2 ANOTHER PART OF TEE BEACH a the fire, now one hundred yards in the b.g., silhouettes Chriseie running up a steep dune. Once there, she pauses to ~ Sook at the ccean that we can only hear. Cassidy plods up the dune behind her, grossly cut of shape. Chrissie runs down a few steps, leaving Tom Cassidy reeling prthe summit. Chrissie's dress, bra, and panties fly toward fom, who can't make a fist to catch them. The dress drapes Seer one half of his head. Soggily aroused, Cassidy struggles to get his shoe off. But Chrissie is already in full flight toward the water. In she goes, a delicate splash, surfacing in a cold ocean that :s Unusually placid. Chrissie pulls with her arms, drawing hersel£ into deeper water. That's when we see it. A gentle bulge in the water, a ripple {hat passes her a dozen feet away. A wave of pressure lifts her up ané eases her down again. Her face shows the beginn:ag Sf fear. Maybe it's Tom. She smiles and looks around for him, then ner eyes go to the beach where Tom -- too drunk to stand EbCOne pantleg off, is struggling with his other shoe. Chrissie turns and starts for shore. CLOSE - CHRISSIE g Her expression freezes. The water-lump 1s racing for her. It belts hes upright, out of the water tc her hips, then her hard, whipping her in an upward arc of eaght feet before she is jerked down tc her open mcuth. Ancther joit to her floating hair. One hand claws the air, fingers trying to breathe, then it, tcc, is sucked belcw in a final and terrible jerking motion. HOLD cn the churning froth of a baby wh=rl- Pool until we are sure it as cver ANGLE - CASSIDY 9 in his undershor jaughing, turning in slew stoned circies, a prisoner in his Orenge windbreaker that seems tc have hin ina full Neison. He stumbles tc his knees. INTERIOR - HARTIN BRODY'S SEDROCM - DAWN Lo ALAR! CLOCK-RADIO giving weather beiletin: marina weather, westerly winds, light chop, etc. CONTINUED ~at 10 n 12 13 #02074 3 CONTINUED 10 A pair of bumps under the bedsheets, There is a rustling and two steckinged feet swing up and secttie heavily on the floor. follow them as they pad along trom hardwocd fioor to bathreem tile. A light pops cn and the feet arrive at a scale, board it. INSERT - SCALE DIAL qn In a blur it goes to 191. Then, as :f by magic, the numbers float backward t2 160. ANGLE 12 Martin Brody at forty-two, stands rigid, lifting himself from the sink counter-top with both hands. Satisfied, he turns toward the mirrcr, squinting in the light, measuring himself up and down. Advancing wa:stline, receding hairline. Gray around the ears. Martin Brody maxes ancther silent promise to get his act together -- tomorrow. He reaches for the sliding misror and cpens the medicine cabinet. There is a travel brochure cf Arizona attached to the shelf, 8rsdy shekes his head end removes it, He Closes the mirrcr «hich now reflects his wife, Elien Brody, pert and poised cff tc cre side. ELLEN Martin. Aren't you tired cz lobster. Long Island duckiing Ipswitch’ clams. Just dnce couldn't go for a Big Mac at the bottom of the Grand Canyon this summer? ane BRODY Lock at me, I's not sven awake. ELLEN You've had re tame off in two years, Mart: BRODY Livang here is time off Brody opens tne shower dcor has scotch-taped a travel fo cn the shower head. turn on the water. Ellen ider fcr exotic Mazatlan, ‘exico CONTINUEDmt 13 14 402074 4 CONTINUED 13 BRODY Larry Vaughn says we'll puli a record season. Silen, we're collect=ng high ~ enough rentais to cover the mortgage payments for all three of our beach- front investments. ELLEN 1 know where we can invest in an Indian Chief Motor-home for the whole of August, drcp it off in Aspen, Colcrado and jet back to Bosten by Labor Day. Ellen pulls from behind her back three brochures of trailer home rentals. BRODY Uh...lock, Ellie. Let's just ~ ELLEN (completes the sentence! -- play it by ear. Ellen turns to cpen the curtains. Sunlight and ocean sparkle peur A gloricus v.ew. ELLEN ~ false happ.ness) Ancther eh-'ty day in Paradise. The sunlight catches Brody ice Chief badge as he slips on his shirt, and we discover why he can't go anywhere. INTERIOR - BRODY'S &:1CHEN - MORNING 14 Brody, zipping cpen a twenty-tive pound bag of Kennel Ration as five hungry mc = around his feet. The tele- phone rings, and Brcdy cna-hands it as he attempts to sow All five doggy Ecwis w.th missed doubse-neipings BRODY Mornin! Hendz.cxs. What's what? He listens, sours, and takes 4 breath. BRODY First goddamn weekend great start: tbeat. No...take Aim back he beach. Maybe she washed in. ~ the summer...cir 15 16 wv #02074 5 EXTERIOR - ISLAND HIGHWAY - MORNING Martin Brody's Country Squire police wagon rushes past, taking the view to an ensrmous billboard depicting a typical summer day in Amity. A beautiful model splashes in the golden sur, languishing in a Sclaccaine sun. AMITY WELCOMES YOU is written above her flailing arms. EXTERIOR - AMITY BEACH - DAY Three small figuzes in the landscape, walking the beach. The surf is rough and there is sea~floor debris strewn about from the receding tide. CLOSER ANGLE Deputy Hendricks is searching the shore about one hundred yards down wind. Meanwhile Brody, in his casual police attire, and Tom Cassidy, still in the clothing we saw him in last night, poke around the smoking ashes of the bon- fire. Brody fingers the missing girl's shoes, purse and clothes. In the daylight Cassidy looks like a junior High School and misconducts himself, wavering between inflated macurity ané tear-blown adolescence. BRODY Christine what? CASSIDY Worthingsly...Worthington -- no one ever died on me before BRODY You picked her up on the fer: CASSIDY I didn't know her. BRODY And nobedy eise saw her in the water? CASSIDY Somebody could've -- because ? was sort of passed out. BRODY Sounds to me like maybe she ran out en you. CASSIDY Oh, no. sic, I've never had a woman @> chat, I'm sure she drowned. CONTINUED1s 19 #02074 6 CONTINUED uy A shrill whistle makes them turn. Hendricks is fifty ~ yards away, on his knees. He blows again, a feeble report thas time. BRODY We'll know in a minute. Brody runs toward Hendricks, Cassidy hesitates, then follows with: CASSIDY (pathetically) You can't make me look -- : MASTER ANGLE SAND_DUNE 1s A skein of seaweed garnishes the base of this isolated dune. The booming waves and fizzing surf make dialogue inaudible. Deputy Hendricks on hands and knees, locking white as 2 sheet. Brody tells Cassidy to wait at the foot of the dune, and ventures up. Hendricks stops him with a wave-off, saying something at the same time. Brody nods understanding ané steps up cautiously. And looks down. Whatever he sees has s marked effect on his entire physique. Kicking cut with his tsct, Brody sends dozens of angry horseshce cr2t: into an escape frenzy and they boil over the top of the dune and dewn its sicpes. Cassidy takes a few uneasy steps backwards when Brody waves ham over. He shakes his head. An awkward moment. Then Cassidy shuffles forward and up the few remaining feet, his eyes looking everywhere but down. Brogy says something else ané Cassidy shakes his head again, eyes cut at sea. Srody puts his hand gently ezcund the quaking man's shoulder. Nedding, he starts tc icck down, an inch at a time. He looks. The jolt that assaults Ca: backward in a sitting ay 1s not unexpected. He falls sition as though shot. Nods ves -- nd slides cif the dune, stumbling close. Hear his BREATH:NG. He lcoks around, envisioning the week ahead of q RIOR BRCDY'S OFFICE - DAY 1g Brody walks thrcugh the docr and enters his office, holding a fizzing giass cf Alka-Seltzer. Polly, his sixty-one year old secretary fciicws ciese cn his heels with her shorthand pad of messages and reminders. ~ contr:psa 1 20 21 #02074 2 CONTINUED In the outer office, Hendricks and Cassidy slump into chairs sipping from fizzing dixie cups. Brody sits behind the typewriter, only to find that somebody has placed a travel folder to sunny Scottsdale, Arizona between the rolls of his Smith-Corona. He sighs and replaces the colorful brochure with the grim accident report. As he types, Polly reads his calendar to him, undaunted by Brody's heavy malaise. POLLY This is in no order of importance, chief: There's a meeting on the Amity Town Council on Aging this Monday night, Bentoncourt Hall. The Fire Inspectcr wants you to go over the fireworks site with him befcre he catches the cne o'clock ferry. Mainiy, you have a batch cf calls about that new Karate school. CLOSE - ACCIDENT REPORT 20 Brody has just typed the girl's name. He skips the space for Cause-of-Death, and just under 1t types the Next-of-Kin in- formaticn he has coilected from her wallet. POLLY Searle's Rent-s-Bike, the Rainy Ale, Tisberry's Kardware...they say it's these nine-year-old frem the schecl practicing karate on all these nice ricket fences. The phone rings and ?clly picks it up. FOLLY It's the Corcner, Somebody zass away in the n. rody nestles the phone >etween ear and collar, listening, as he turns tu the typewriter. BRODY Jesus, Santcs. INSERT - ACCIDENT REPORT Cause-of-Deai out: SHARK line rcllz into place. The + TTAjm 22 23 24 #02074 8 BRODY 22 leans forward, staring at what he just wrote. Polly cocks her head and removes the phone from his ear. ~ POLLY What's the matter? Brody takes a breath. A new resolve comes over him BRODY Polly, I want to know what water recreation the Island fathers have on for today. POLLY Right this minute? Brody gets up and moves hastily toward the door. BRODY'S OUTER OFFICE 23 Cassidy and Henéricks lock up as Brody enters. BRODY (te Hendricks) Where'd you hide the ‘Beach Closed’ signs? ~ HENDRICKS We never had any. What's the problem? A local merchant comes thrcugh the door. LOCAL MERCHANT Glad I caught you. There's a city truck with New Hampshire plates parked right in frcnt of my.... Brody pushes past him and out the door. EXTERIOR - AMITY MAIN STREET - DAY 24 In the busy center of 2 tcwn preparing for the big Fourth of July weekend, Brody wends his way arcund sidewalk activ- ity, purpose and haste in each stride. As he turns a corner a little man in a white smcck emerges from the Funeral Parlor. This is Carlos Santos, Amzty's part-time coroner. Santos locks both ways before crossing Colenial Drive. Brody passes Keisel's Bicycle Rental, navigating an awkward course through an cdd 2ssoriment of Schwinns that line the sidewalk in frcent cf a demolished white picket fence. Keisel intercepts Srcdy cn the run. CONTINUEDpsa 24 25 25-— 26 27 #02074 9 CONTINUED 24 KEISEL , Eight to ten years old. Average size about five-four, otherwise the overhand chops would be higher up on the fences. And I have a pretty damn good idea who two of the little bastards are. BRODY (out-walking him) Call me later in the afternoon, Harry. ANGLE - AMITY GAZETTE NEWSPAPER OFFICE - PORCH 25 Santos emerges with Ben Meadows, the stylish, late-thirties editor of the Amity Gazette. Together they cut a beeline for the other side of the street. ANGLE - AMITY STREET 25-A Past taverns and chowder shacks, past bleacher construction and July Fourth posters, Brody enters Lynwood's Hardware and Sporting Goods...so overstocked that beach umbrellas, alumi- num deck chairs, and rainbow beach towels splash a surplus of color from the display window to the sidewalk. INTERIOR - LYNWOOD'S HARDWARE & SPORTING GOODS - DAY 26 The stcre proprietor is busy at work on an inventory list with a mainland delivery man. LYNWOOD Stuff's no gcod to me in August when the Pilgrims come in June... (to Brody) Go on and help yourself to what- ever you need, Chief. Can you work the register? EXTERIOR - LYNWOOD'S - DAY 27 Brody emerges with encugh poster-board, wooden stakes, nails, paint and brushes to clese every beach on the island. He starts back the way he came when Hendricks shoots up the street in the patrol jeep. He stops fast enough to call attention, leans out the window. CONTINUEDpsa 27 28 302074 10 CONTINUED HENDRICKS (he has fully read the report) I sent Sammy out ahead of me to the South Chop beach until I can make up the signs. BRODY Let Polly do the printing. HENDRICKS There's a Scout troop in Avril Bay doing the mile swim for their Merit Badges. I couldn't call them in, there's no phones out there. BRODY (hands him the sign material) oh, brother! Gimme the keys, Lenny. Brody leaps behind the wheel as Hendricks steps out. EXTERIOR - VAUGHN'S REALTY - DAY 28 A secretary is removing four 8 x 10 glossies of beachfront ““ houses from the display window, revealing Larry Vaughn, the Mayor of Amity, exchanging anxieties with Ben Meadows and Coroner Santos and two other city Selectmen. They come out in a group, reach the sunlight, and squint down the street as Brody careens around the corner and out of sight. Deputy Hendricks, laden with his arts and crafts, passes them on the street front. VAUGHN What have you got there, Lenny? HENDRICKS We had a shark attack at South Chop this morning, Mayor. Fatal. Gotta batten down the beach. vaughn and group exchange horrified looks, but we get the impression it is not in response to the shark-attack news. VAUGHN Who've you told this to, Lenny? HENDRICKS I just found out about it there's a bunch of Boy Scouts but CONTINUED29 #02074 1 CONTINUED 26 HENDRICKS (Cont'd) the water a coupla miles down the coast from where we found the girl. Avril Bay, thereabouts. Chief went to dry them off. VAUGHN (to Meadows) Take my car, okay? (to Hendricks) You come with us, Lenny. HENDRICKS I've got all these signs here.... VAUGHN C'mon, it'll give us time to think about what they're going to say. They all crowd into a Cadillac El Dorado with Vaughn Realty signs on the doors. EXTERIOR - AVRIL BAY - DAY 29 A flotilla of twenty exhausted Boy Scouts round a lifebuoy that marks the quarter-mile. A rowboat with Scoutmaster and bullhorn keeps pace. ON THE BEACH 30 Two older Seascouts time the event with stop watches, and a couple of dozen parents look on, shading their eyes. Brody's jeep pulls up in the background and stops. He gets out and Starts down to the breakwater when the Mayor's Cadillac pulis up and skids to a stop. Brody pauses momentarily as Mayor Vaughn emerges, trying to affect an easygoing appearance. Reaching Brody, he slizs an arm around his shoulder, trying to slow him as 3rody leads the gang toward the breakwater and the slogging Scouts. VAUGHN Where are you going to get the authority to close the beaches? Brody stops. He sees 5. with the signboard mat! ul Hendricks standing by the car rial. Brody begins to slow burn. BRODY Are you asking me as the Mayor, or as a Real Estate broker, or out of friendly interest, or wnat, Larry?go 30 202074 CONTINUED VAUGHN I just want you aware of what you're doing before you tinker with the life- blood of all those sage and discriminating souls who elected you. Next week's the goddam Fourth of July! We've got a couple thousand summer people coming over here who will gladly use the Cape Cod beaches if they can't use ours. BRODY So what you're suggesting is we lay out a smorgasbord for the shark. All you can eat for the price of a-weekend on Amity Island. VAUGHN We're not even sure it was a shark BRODY What else could do that! VAUGHN (to Coroner Santos) Boat propeller? SANTOS Possibly. Yes.... VAUGHN Swims way out...night. comes along --- ing boat BRODY (looking at both of them) What is this? MEADOWS We've never had shark trouble here, Martin. They don't come in close. No reefs, or fish-processing plants, slaughter houses. Nothing to keep it interested) BRODY You print whatever you want. VAUGHN Martin, sharks are ax-murderers. People react to them with their guts. CONTINUEDnt 30 a2 #02074 13 CONTINUED - 2 30 Brody locks toward the open water, The Boy Scouts have made a turn and are passing the lifebuoy marking the three-quarter mile point. MEADOWS Whatever was out there is miles out to sea by now. Sharks don't have swim bladdérs like most fish -- they have to keep moving or drown, Don't you know anything about them? BRODY -don't go around the water much. ' ‘VAUGHN: It's one chance in a million this‘11 happen again. (points) Look at that...safe and sound, Tk: Boy Scouts are emerging exhausted; some flop down on their backs, happy it's over, Brody considers this. VAUGHN Had you yelled ‘shark,' those Cub Scouts would have broken the free- style record for the hundred-meter, then busted our backs with word of mouth, BRODY If that's the test case for your million-to-one shot, I'm glad I lost. Vaughn feels secure that Brody will not act in haste. He puts a hand on his shoulder, turns and walks him toward the cars, VAUGHN Listen, Chief -- the funniest thing -- you know the white picket fence around my Realty office. cLosz QuinT 31 Rising like Neptune from out of the deep, Quint walks the sidewalk in the pool of his own shadow. He is a sleek and sinewy specimen, inches over six feet, and with a face making it hard to determine wnere the scars leave off and the wrinkles begin, though he is no older than figty. : CONTINUEDnt a1 32 33 34 #02074 4 CONTINUED 32 Quint seems to be heading for the local tavern when a cru of seafaring fishermen pour out, forming an impenetrable kno around the sidewalk in front of him, One of them sees Quint, whe approaches with no intention of slowing down, The seven fishermen never give it a second thought, they part like the Red Sea, clearing a beeline trail to the bar doors. Quint bursts through their obliging ranks and turns into the Music store, The tiny bell jingles daintily. Two of the Portu~ guese fishermen spit three times, taking no chances. INT. AMITY MUSIC STORE - DAY 32 Quint brushes against the counter. The shopkeeper is helping @ ten year old boy fix a new reed to his clarinet. The little boy produces a mellow low tone, then wonderingly rides the scale, With little or no effort, Quint's gnarled hand floats up and drops like a sledge on the service bell. The shop- keeper's eyes pop up, the kid hits a bad note and squeaks. Quint (forced politeness) Four spools number twelve piano wire. SHOPKEEPER Catch any monsters lately, Mr, Quint? Quint's eyes never leave the little boy, He is drilling hin ™ with a sidelong whammy. The boy feels Quint nailing him. and a ragged assortment of squeaks, blurps and missed notes over- ride the sounds of the shopkeeper unspooling the piano wire. INTERIOR BRODY'S STUDY AT HOME - SUNSET 33 A riffly blur, color alternating with black and white. The dizziness stops on a book page Showing a black and whize rendering of eight species of shark. The banner at the top of the page reads: TRE KNOWN AND REPUTED MANEATERS, The riffling begins again, stops on a grizzly photograph of scar tissue on six former shark victims, Riffling -- stop. Photograph of five Icthyologists posing on wooden stools. framed by the enormous jaws of a prehistoric shark from the family Carcharodon charcharias. BRODY 34 his reading glasses reflecting 2 stack of twelve libri all on the subject of sharks and shark attacks. The door opens and Ellen enters, quietly, in respect for Brody s mood, = books, CONTINUEDnt 34 35 #02074 15 CONTINUED 34 ELLEN Can you stand something to eat? BRODY Love a cup of tea, With lemon, Ellen walks past Brody to the window and looks out the window which overlooks the south bay, It is the hour of dusk, ELLEN Mikey loves his birthday present, BRODY Where is he? ELLEN (with a slight laugh) He's sitting in it. Brody gets up, concerned, and joins her at the window. ELLEN Honey. He has it tied up to the jetty with a double-knot. BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW as Michael is sitting in the boat, but two of his young school chums are in the water, swimming around it. Brody opens the window and calls down: BRODY Son! -- Out of the water now! MICHAEL My boat's neat, dad! BRODY (turning to Ellen) Tell him I want him out of the ocean. ELLEN It's three feet deep, Martin, You said that shark was half way back to Florida. BRODY (angry now) Michael! Come inside the house! ELLEN e It's his birthday tomorrow, CONTINUEDnt a5 36 37 38 #02074 16 CONTINUED 35 BRODY I told him not to go out until he memorized the handbook, safety reg- ~ ulations and --- Ellen's eyes drift down to the open book. One large text is open to a page of illustrations. Among them is the famous painting, The Gulf Stream, which depicts a black fisherman fh a smail dinghy much like Michael's, keing assaulted by the pressing jaws of three man-eaters, Startled, Ellen closes the Book, opens the window and sticks her head out. ELLEN You heard your father! Out now. EXT. BEACH - DAY 36 A jelly-bowl woman visitor to Amity's beaches. plunges head- long into the white foam. There's enough of her stuffed into a one-piece bathing suit to sate the appetite of any stock for weeks, Remarkably buoyant, she chops at the water revealing other cheerful Sunday bathers trying to enjoy the last uncluttered weekend before the holiday crowds. ANGLE - MARTIN BRODY AND ELLEN a7 Brody is balefully alert this morning, sitting straight~ ~ backed in his beach chair, coating the swimming area wicn Gareful looks, About ten other adults and a dozen children attend this casual birthday get-together. MAX, I don't envy you this summer, Chief. Every year the swarms get worse. MAX'S WIFE I know now why there's not a sane Parisian left in Paris from July to September. Brody hears a SCREAM from the water, He cranes his neck past Max's wife in order to see. BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW 38 A young lady is being pulled underwater to her hair, Instantly she is jerked up again -- sitting on her boyfriend's shoulders, laughing hysterically. : CONTINUEDtkb 38 39 40 41 #02074 iy CONTINUED BRODY what? MAX wha! BRODY Did you say something? MAX No -- yeah, I was wondering if it's true. That you sit in your car the whole while over on the mainlang ferry. BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW 39 His son MICHAEL along with seven other boys rush headlong into the gentle surf with their inflatable rubber rafts. Another youngster, Alex Kintner gathers up his Day-Glow yellow t, but his mother takes issue and a tug-of-war ensues, Overlapping dialogue: MAX'S WIFE ALEX What a terrible thing to say. Please let me take my Fait, Mom! MAX C'mon Penny, I'm not ashamed MOTHER to admic that when I fly, my Let me see your fingertips. feet sweat right through my (he holds them outi socks. They're beginning to prune. Ten more minutes BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW 40 The fat woman is going out too far, ALEX' VOICE Fifteen! We stay on the fat woman, almost hypnotically DENHERDER'S VOICE Ican't believe it! Brody! CLOSE - BRODY aL Snapping out of it. Looks up at the dripping Selectman. CONTINUEDtkb 41 42 43 #02074 18 CONTINUED BRODY (false normalcy) How's the water? ~ DENHERDER Fine! Cold. {to Ellen who walks over and sits next to Brody) How'd you do it -- getting him to the beach? ELLEN It's Michael's birthday. DENHERDER Hope we get this weather next weekend! BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW 4“: The fat woman is not where he last remembered seeing her. He sort of rises to one knee, his eyes combing the surf ELLEN (kissing him on the cheek) ~ Do you want me to call the boys in? Honey, if this worries you --~ MAK (bolting down his drink) Does this -- mortal fear of the water have a clinical name, Martin? BRODY (ehrowing it away) Drowning. EXT, UNDERWATER - DAY 4 A fish-eye view of people lying on rafts, From below we see the outlines of swimmers, arms and legs dangling tantalzzingly in the blue water. Traveling this way from raft to raft, there comes a space of open water followed by a quick view of a single raft, A pair of feet kicking and arms paddling produc: bizarre underwater vibrations, louder than human ears would normally percieve. a44 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 #02074 19 ANGLE - SURFACE The fat lady floating on her back, wearing pink sunglasses, A black object surfaces next to her. It emerges as a bather in a black bathing cap. ANGLE - ALEX - WATER LEVEL paddling in circles, making motorboat sounds. ANGLE - TWO LOVERS kissing, drawing each other below the surface. ANGLE - BRODY'S SON separating from his friends, eating a huge piece of cake and trying to steer with the other hand. ANGLE - GROUP OF KIDS ON RUBBER RAFTS They begin a water fight, slapping at the ocean with karate- type blows, sending little explosions of water at each otner, Then, no more than ten feet beyond the fighting, a genvine water eruption upstages the child's play. Everybody turns just as the ocean flattens itself out again. A pug-faced over-sized twelve year old named "P.J," renews the fighting with a genuine Karate yell. MATHEW He hits the water, which sprays all over another youngste: CLOSE - MATHEW His face dripping with red rivulets. CLOSE - P.J. Looks down at his hand, is slick with blood. ne water surrounding all the boys ANGLE - SHOREFRONT 44 4g 49 5c 51 2 People begin to congregate around an older gentleman, definitely amainlander by his outfit. CONTINUEDtkb 53 34 35 #02074 20 CONTINUED 52 MAINLANDER It came out of the water. Didn't ~ anybody else see it? WOMAN TOURIST There's blood. CLOSE - BRODY : 52 He stands all the way up this time. Parents begin calling -- a frantic inventory for lost children up and down the beach. Brody is on the move, barrelling to the shoreline. He kicks up sand passing Alex' mother, who looks up from her novel annoyed. BRODY (top of his lungs) MICHAEL -- ! EVERYBODY OUT OF THE WATER!! MICHAEL -- | Other names from hysterical parents as the panic of a yet unseen tragedy rises. ANGLE - MICHAEL 54 Appears from the shoot of a breaking wave. He is all right but the wave that curls after him carries the shredded pieces of the Day-Glow yellow raft. The foam that breaks wide on the sandy beach is tinged with pink. INTERIOR - THE COUNTY COURTHOUSE AND COUNTY OFFICES - DAY 5 A crowd of men and women in an angry tangle outside of Brody's office. These are the shop owners, real estate brokers, hotel managers and Selectmen of the Island. Through the windows, the Southbeach High School Band is practicing for the Fourth of July Parade. Brody and Vaughn exit Brody's o! ice and enter the VAUGHN I'm glad everyone could make this meeting. ‘Why don't we wander down the hall to my office where there's room. All follow Brody and Vaughr crunch to speak. Meadows pushes through the : a22 MEADOUS Don't keep us in suspense Mayor, What's the verdic Vaughn cannot bring himself to say 1t right away. They reach Vaughn's office BRODY Larry and I have agreed to close all beaches for a limited period of time to give us a chance to contact the Port Authority and United States Coast Guard out on Montauk MRS. TAFT Well, that could take all summer: VAUGHN Twenty-four hours! BRODY (turns angry) We never agreed to that, MR. WISEMAN Ido a thrifty business here but I'll not see it flourish at the price of any more lives MRS, TAFT Three reservations cancelled and I stall have August rentals open. VAUGHN So do I, Martha, so do 1 = is being painted. Newspapers are strewn all over the floor and paint-spatcered tarps cver the furniture, Vaughn's secretary still du fully takes calls. SECRETARY Larry, two Nevsday reporters and one from the New York Times, cai- ling every 15 minutes. POSNER saw a shark Good people, What they‘il a shark. rat 1s maybe it was : CONTINUEDkb 55 #02074 se CONTINUED - 2 MR. POSNER Oh wonderful, and what we'll have is maybe a summer. MR, POLK Town'll lose tax revenue, municipal services'll deteriorate, the people'll begin to move away. Oh, I don't care, I never raised my kids to be somebody's lunch, VAUGHN We have no way of keeping the lid on what happened yesterday. There were well over a hundred bathers on the beach, three-cuarters of them from the mainland. vaughn leads the way down the hall toward the Bureau of Records room. MR. GARDNER I'm not interested in participating in any cover-up Mayor. VAUGHN I wouldn't worry too much about that Max. The President himself couldn't stop the mushrooming at this point. Selectman Denherder almost whispers in Vaughn's ear DENHERDER But ‘couldn't we just say the kid drowned? VAUGHN (whispering back) We couldn't ever find the little bastard. Vaughn opens the door to the Bureau of Records. About two dozen children sit around, twisting multi-colored Kleenex into artificial flowers for the big parade. Vaughn turns his face into a condescending grin. VAUGHN Could the big people have a grownup meeting in here, please, children. CHILD SPOKESMAN Get lost. CONTINUEDtkb #02074 23 55 CONTINUED - 3 A voice from behind Vaughn draws him away. It is a small but muscular black man named Salvatore SALVATORE.'S VOICE Mr, Vaughn? He steps out of the shadows, hat in hand SALVATORE Mister Quint sent me down from Jacobstown. VAUGHN What for? SALVATORE Well...he out catchin” them things every day practily. Price's right, he come catch yours here. VAUGEN What's he get? SALVATORE Ten thousand and a color Tv, VAUGEN (outraged) How much? SALVATORE Twenty-seven inch, Japanese one. Vaughn studies the little blinking man, ready to laugh VAUGEN Mister Quint‘s services are not required, thanks, (stopping a secretary) Is there an empty office anywhere in this goddam building? SECRETARY Weights and Measures nobody ever uses. Vaughn starts away and the crowd follows. DENHERDER I'd haul it in myself before I'd pay anything to that maniac...you wanna hear what he did to three friends o: mine on a Saiat Valentine's Day sporting charter? CONTINU:36 #02074 24 CONTINUED - 4 5 They are halted in their tracks by the grim appearance of Mrs. Kintner and her benign facher. She is dressed in churchamy white with a black arm band. ‘irs. Kiatner never says a wore She has just tacked something to the community bulletin board and is walking through the parting crowd. With sympachy, all watch her leave, then press up to the cork board. Brody fights his way through everyone until we are standing over nis shoulder, staring at a homemade poster that offers: "ALL OR A FRACTION OF $3,000 BOUNTY TO THE MAN OR MEN WHO CATCH AND SLAUGHTER THE SHARK THAT SAVAGED ALEX M. KINTNER, JR. ON SUNDAY, JUNE 29 IN THE TOWN OF AMITY.” BRODY (to Vaughn) Listen, Larry, I'm going to taik to her. This isn't a contest we want everybody from Boston to Quebec entering. MRS. TAFT I agree. If she's going to adver- tise, I wouldn't recommend out-of- city papers. There's enough of us here in Amity could taxe care of this BRODY Larry, I'm zesponsible for the public safety acound here... vauGEN So I think tomorrow you should go out with whoever, and see chat they don't get hurt BRODY But nobody sport-iisnes for shar! No one will listen. Already plans are being discussed, sides chosen, boats, tackle and tactics recommended. The din overrules Brody, who we pull close to and INT. QUINT'S CHUM SHED - 9av 56 A naked 100-wacc bulb iliuminates tne electric grandex~ purring an one corner. of a pilot whale dominates the lig! a CONTINUEDtkb 36 #02074 25 CONTINUED Quint 1s hacking slaps off che whale with his Macine macnete as his mate, Salvatore rolls an empty barrel to the grinder SALVATORE (suspicious: Where you find this whale anyway? Quint Way out. Dead as a doornail SALVATORE How come harpoon holes in nim? Quint doesn't reply as he nacks away. The mate roils away a full barrel. SALVATORE You hardly never use this chummin’ for shark. QUINT For some kinds. Quint muscles a new slab into the grinder, slowing it to a low growl as it purees the blubber QUINT Go hose the deck, we're chartered for nine a.n, SALVATORE (awed, looking at chum) Think it's one or those they got down there? Quint's grim smile is repiy enough Saivatore. looking worried, indicates some barrels fuli of whale pulp SALVATORE Load these on or what? Quint is hacking revenge from the mutilated carcass. He away the dripping perspiration. 9 a 8 Quint "Not equi. you heard the man. ianswering Salvatoce's question: Just a regular charter tomorrow I'll keep tnis on ice a while.59 60 402074 26 ANGLE - QUINT'S MARINE CORP MACHETE oa chop, chop, chop... Pp, chop > ~ cur To A SHOVEL 38 whump, whump, whump,..pounding the sharpened standard into the sand, The sign reads: NO SWIMMING OR WADING ~~ Amizy B.D SUNSET ON THE BEACH 39 Hendricks and another deputy are assisting Brody. Silhouettes of townspeople look on like mourners at a funeral In the background some workmen are taking down the shutters from a quaint summer cottage. They pause to watch the declining moments of the day. Three Selectmen also stand watching. One of them seems to be whispering bounty news to three youngish men on a nearby dune, Sounds: Surf and hammering. CUT TO ~ EXTERIOR - GRASSY INLET AND PIE! = NIGHT 20 Selectman Denherder and his buddy, Charlie, a professional angler, push a wheelbarrow ahead of them as they near the tumble-down jetty that leads fifty feet out into the black water, Both men scuff along, exhausted DENHERDER You wanna call it a night after here? CHARLIE It's only two-thirty, What, are you tired? DENHERDER Yeah, Charlie, I got my second wind three nibbles back Denherder hefts a bloodstained laundry bag“ from the wheel- barrow, revealing about a hundred feet of coiled dog cl and a large patched inner tube, Charlie takes out a monster hook and together they push the wheelbarrow onto the rickety pier that is only about five feet across = CONTI!mt 60 61 #02074 27 CONTINU! DENHERDER (reaching into the bag) Leg of lamb this time? CHARLIE Screw lamb -- let's shoot the sirloin: DENHERDER (a hyena laugh) We're blowin half the bounty on bait The splintered pier sways to and fro as the men reach the end and start to work. Charlie baits the hook with a massive chunk of sirloin while Denherder secures the loose end of chain to a skinny piling. Charlie then fastens the inner tube to the chain five feet from the end of the hook DENHERDER One more after this. then I m going home CHARLIE Set? is, Charlie heaves the bait, Splash: The inner tube follows and both men eagerly watch as it floats seaward, the chain playing out from the wheelbarrow Denherder tugs the chain against the piling to prove chat it CHARLIE Tide's taking it right out Charlie lights his pipe and sits back against a piling. ¢ turns on his transistor radio and loops one end around a fractured board Denherder paces. bored to death. DENHERDER You do this all the time, right Charlie? CHARLIE Twenty years DENHERDER I can't believe that people pay money to go fishing. This is rea. dumb, This isn’t even relaxing it's just boring CLOSE - CHAIN IN WHEELBARROW 61 Suddenly zipping out. faster and faster. as both Denherder is coggle-ey CONTINUED61 62 63 64 65 #02074 28 CONTINUED DENHERDER ! What s this: ~ The chain 1s coming out so fast that it begins to drag the wheelbarrow to the end of the jetty. A section of chain tangles around the handle and flips the entire machine into the air, Both men watch dumbfounded as the inner tube, racing out to sea in a wake of white water, suddenly dips under CHARLIE Look at him take it. DENHERDER Do I set the goddam hook? CHARLIE Let him do it: Go-go-go-go-go! It is then that the chazn whips taut against the narrow pilings CLOSE - PILING 62 A lineup of five decrepit 2 x 4 inch. pilings SNAP with 2 resounding CRACK. ANGLE - JETTY ae The end of the jetty 1s yanked loose. Denherder is rlipped like a chip over the side and into the cold night water, where he manages to snag hold of a splintered timber. DENRERDER'S POINT OF VIEW 64 The severed section of jetty. 2 joined platform of footboards is being dragged seaward with Charlie sitting dazed on top of it, his lit pipe still going DENHERDER CHARLIE! JUMP: Charlie rolls into the water, sputters, turns to watch che flotilla of wood draw away. CLOSE - CHARLIE 65 looking seaward -67 68 69 #02074 29 CHARLIE’S POINT OF VIEW 6s The end of the jetty makes a 180-desree turn and heads pack in his direction, CHARLIE Holy Jesus Christi Denherder steps up on the broken-ofi piiing just to be out o: the water. DENHERDER Get the hell cut: Charlie: Swim: Charlie, inhaling terror, trying to slog to shore. The jetty is getting closer, Suddenly the chain dragging it through the water is severed, and the charging wood falls behind -- an enormous black fin breaks water like a periscope. making cousse corrections as it comes for Charlie. Denherder jumps from piling to piling. almost losing his balance on his way to help Charlie. Charlie has reached the last sylon toward open sea. and his hands clamber for a hoid. Bur --- INSERT ~ CHARLIE’S HANDS 67 The algae is too slippery, and his Zincers keep sliding back That's when the fin behind him seems to reach up to the sxy and =~ CHARLIE SCREAMS. An explosion of water and bubbles mercifully blot out the image. EXTERIOR - AMITY HARBOR - DAWN 6a Ben Gardner. ruddy faced and ornery. is a fishecman as sea worthy as they come. With his mate, Swede. he starts to board the Flicka. a Bertram 28 Sports Fisherman. Absentiy he makes preparations for casting off, his attention focused on surrounding dockside activity and “-- HIGH ANGLE ~- HARBOR 69 Chaos. A dozen cars and trucks double-parked on the dock witn out-of-state plates from New Jersey. Rhode Islané. Connecticut Other vehicles are pulling up and parking. Men unloading thei> weapons, Boarding small boats, A queue of up~islanders, down-islanders, out-of-cowness ac the boat rental shack. From rank amateurs in theic green gol! slacks to the alley-poor in levi tattecs -~ ali of th @ainfully observed by Ben Gardner CONTINUEDsr 69 70 a 72 73 #02074 30 CONTINUED 69 Cries of "Cast Off," the starting of diesel engines in con- trast to the flooded baby Evenrudes -- all of this helped = —™ along by a lot of honcho swearing. CLOSE - HARBORMASTER 70 Sleepy, the old salt bends over the dock, washing out his coffee pot in the oily harbor water. He sets down the pot, pulls a small wooden chair into position, on which teeters 2 Bowl of Kelloggs Rice Crispies, and collapses into it with spoon in hand, He watches stoically as: CLOSE - BRODY 72 Riding up on his police bicycle, Brody joins Deputy Hendricks who ig trying to break up an argument at the Rental stand. HENDRICKS Christ, Martin, that Kintner lady must have taken out an ad in Field & Stream. BRODY Looks more like the Harvard Lampoon, OUT-OF-TOWNER I didn’t come all the way out here from New Rochelle to be gouged in the seat of the pants by this loan shark. BOAT RENTAL MAN Prices always go up around here after June One -- isn’t that right, Chief? If you want leaky boats at lower rates. go up to the Hamptons. ANGLE FROM ONE OF THE BOUNTY BOATS 72 The marrow channei leading out of port lies ahead. An incoming boat, a Formula 22 Inboard/Outboard with 110 h.p. Volvo engines. A few of the smalier craft begin zig-zagging to clear the right- of-way, their wakes causing annoying chop in the bay. ANGLE = INCOMING FORMULA 22 73 Matt Hooper, a bearded. backpacking young man, is at the helm, peering ahead at the ragtag armada. He ties up, reveal the fizst time a seven-by-zour foot steel cage in the stern, “* drawing some attention.sr 74 75 76 #02074 31 BACK TO DOCKSIDE 74 Another man and his two buddies heft a trash can into one of the boats. He lifts the lid, and the stench throws head into near whiplash. WALTER What is this sewage? BARWOOD For chum, Let's move it. WALTER What's chum, BARWOOD Anything that attracts ‘em. Brody looks over. the dockrail at the boarding, Eight men have piled into a tiny Glasstron and are now loading various and sundry weapons. from cross-bows to spear guns. Brody walks over to the harbormaster. BRODY Isn't there a limit to how many men those boats‘il carry? HARBORMASTER Sit down next to me. son, and we'll find out. CLOSE - GARDNER 78 exchanging distasteful looks with his mate. He is casting off the bow lines just as Felix and Pratt, two down-island characters run ver, ELIX more a declaration) Okay. we go cur wich you. Gardner quickiy pushes off, leaving Felix with his boarding leg in the ar. GARDNER Hunt with the pack sport. I-12 fish for is my way Felix and Pract make cbscene gestures and run off, looking for boats not yet filied to capacity. trying to make a deal. ANGLE - LANDING 76 Hooper sees Brody. up =n arms about something, walking toward him. Hocges starts to speak. bur Brody veers aside and yells over che pier at the loading boats. CONTINUEDsz 76 #02074 CONTINUED 32 76 BRODY No dynamite! Hand that stuff over a. or you'll never leave port! MAN IN BOAT It's fireworks, I read somewhere it attracts ‘em. HOOPER Sharks are equipped with two long cords of nerve tissue that function as a sort of radar for homing in on underwater vibrations. (to Brody) Understand you're having a little shark trouble. Brody turns and walks away. Hooper barely keeping up with him. HOOPER I know you have a visitor off your southern shores. I think it could be my shark, BRODY It belongs to whoever catches it. (go a lace arrival) You'll move this car to a parking ~ slot, mister. or it won't be here when you get back, HOOPER Sir, I'm not with these others -. BRODY It's always nice to meet an educated man. HOOPER I'm interning at the American Museum of Natural History, but the Oceanographic Research Institute in South Africa 1s co-sponsoring my thesis paper arm in arm with the Natural Institute of Health and the Marine Fishery Service. Brody pauses to lock hard at Hooper. A careless amateur trips and Zalls into the harbor beyond him. BRODY I don't have cime to help you with your homewerk, ~ CONTINUEDsr 76 #02074 33 CONTINUED ~ 2 76 Brody goes over to lend a hand. Hooper persists. HOOPER I'm trying to prove that the shark that killed Christine Watkins last Friday was the same rogue that savaged these, Hooper pushes a mimeographed sheet in front of Brody. About twenty names and addresses in all. BRODY One shark did all this? HOOPER (his excitement multiplying as he goes on) The trail of arogue shark leads all over the world. This is only a theory. It has never been authen- ticated, but there is a wonderful chance that the shark that killed the Watkins girl and the man-eater I tagged off the Great Barrier Reef are one and the same, Off and on I've tracked it to New Zealand, Santiago Bay. Cape Town South Africa -..Uh.,.the Gulf of Guinea, then West Palm Beach, Florida last December -- and finally predicted it would Zoliow the warming Gul? Stream into the Northern Seasonal Zones, and release an attack pattern along the Jersey Coast. I was off by just three hundred miles, It hit you instead BRODY You'll pardon me if I don't help you get your ?hD while my town here degenerates into some high-class ghost resore. Brody starts away, In the background all boats are heading toward open ocean. HOOPER All I’m asking is Zor a little ccoperaticn, = could predict future outbursts of attack activity in the area. Use me.,,Let me use you. I scored 93 cn my Orals, for crying out loud! CONTINUED7 78 thru 84 #02074 34 CONTINUED - 3 76 BRODY We've had two other attacks since = the Watkins thing, both fatal. Could you kill it for us? HOOPER (honest response) No, siz, I coulén't. BRODY Then how do we begin to cooperate? HOOPER By letting me see Christine Watkins. EXTERIOR - OCEAN - DAY 77 The armada is spread out and moving in a ragged circle, fis- teen boats in all, One man heaves cherry bombs into the water. A smaller boat going in the opposite direction offers us Barwood, forking spaghetti leftovers into the ocean while his friend pours out a bottle of ketchup. A speedboat chugs by, one of the occupants reading instructions aloud from a book entitled “Sharks - East Coast, Vol. I." a“ A boatload of impoverished scallop fishermen throw a net over board, full of gaps and split ends, The professionals look professional, but the landlubbers out for the $3,000 make it impossible for everybody. Collisions are barely averted. THE RUBE GOLDBERG ERROR 78 aEraoererreeeeere thre The Out-of-Towner in a snail boat is bent over ina life and 84 @eath struggle, his rod in a tight arc. His buddy leaps across to lend a hand. Twenty yards away in another bcat the same struggle ensues. This time it's the overicaded boat with the poor scallop fisher- men. Shouts of i'M ON: STRIKE! Then a tangle of tackle springs from the They have hooked each other. Joy turns to swearing mishas, while his “ed Remington 110¢ 12-gause a clay pigeon. The = Felix stands up to applaud the zazt takes careful aim with nd lasts at the tackle as if 2 explodes --- al Both the Out-of-Town: backward the Scallop Fisherman falls over CONTINUEDsr 78 thru 84 as 86 87 as #02074 35 CONTINUED The Scallop boat swerves right. and bows into an eleve Glasstzon ~~~ A Proud Mariner standing in the stern with his 30.06 is knocked off balance and pitches forward into the drink, his gun exploding cutward and --~ The wad of shot from the exploding rifle hits the rigging of a passing boat sending the gib, mains’1 and about twenty pounds of rigging on top of the bewildered occupants. ANGLE - HARRY'S BOAT 85 Three men are aboard, one hoiding a rod which holés a fast arc, A few yards off stern we see a triangular dorsal fin crossing back and forth; struggling, jerking, the mighty tail threshing. One man is screaming success, the other two slapping the angler on the back. CLOSE - PRATT AND FELIX a6 They spot it and sour. RATT Weii, get over there! He ain't caught 1t yet! The owner of Fratt's boat throws it forward and Pratt removes a .45 automatic ‘fr: the hoister at his belt. He tests it, faring once in th As they near the scene of the struggle, eleven other boats in esnverging, until --- HARRY'S BOAT a7 Everyone wants to get into the act, They are attacking the threshing beast with all they've cot. Pratt uses his auto- matic, another blasts peint blank wath a shotgun. There are occasional water rzcochets and the bounty hunters duck from time to time as bulists sxip by, Finaily, the shark stops threshing. FELIX AND PRATT ae Their boat has moved close to the shark, closer than Harry's. PRATT - jexcicant) Hand me that psi + Quick! CONTINUEDsr a8 89 90 #02074 36 CONTINUED 88 one of his party in the over-filled boat grabs a gaff and jeans out to grab the moribund shark. But Harry won't give “% up the line, still reeling in, HARRY Beat it! I hooked him! PRATT How's the family, Harry? (to man with gaff) Go on and do iti MAN WITH GAFF We split down the middle? Pratt nods reluctantly. The man swings, lodges the gaff and hauls the shark up onto the gunwale, A paroxysm of cheers from the surrounding boats. Smoke flares are fired into the air. HARRY (a tug-of-war) Let go my shark! It is a ten-foot blue, and what a mess -- spattered with bullet punctures. gashes. bieeding from several orifices, But it is not dead -- it kicks back to lite and threatens to cap-—~ size the boat. Pract acs and fires six times with his .45 The bullets pierce the shark's head, pass through, and split the fiberglass huli through which a flood of water rises. ivery- body stands as the boat siips beneath them. HIGH ANGLE FROM SHOR 89 On a hummock overisoking the cluster of boats stands Quint. He is laughing out loud -- a shazp, piercing bark that has little real htmoz in it. Below, the circle of boats tighter around the spreading stain cf INTERIOR - MORGUE - DAY 90 Hooper is measuring the bite marks on the Day-Glow raft with his dial calibratozs. HOOPER I'12 lsok at her now ig you don't mind, acir 91 92 #02074 37 ANGLE - BRODY, CORONER SANTOS, HOOPER 92 Hooper scribbles notes, then mumbles something inaudible into his pocket cassette recorder. Coroner Santos looks to Brody, plaintively. CORONER SANTOS That was a different sort of acci- dent. As I told you --- BRODY (guilty, angry) Let him. The coroner hesitates, then walks to the ice chest and slides open the drawer. CLOSE - HOOPER 92 At first his face registers shock. Then, with forced composure, Hooper steadies his hands and begins to take pictures with his Minolta. HOOPER I've heard the boat-propellor story several times. And the nocturnal hatchet-murdez story, the dashed- upon-the-razor-coral story -- (to Brody) The little boy was never found? Brody nods, looking down at his feet. HOOPER They're very successful creatures, sharks. Eighty million year's antiquity for the species of the Great White. The family goes as far back as three-hundred million. Plenty of time to get good at what they do. An attendant flies into the room, joyfully out of wind. ATTENDANT They called from the dock, Mr. Brody! They got it: CLOSE - HOOPER 93 He appears stunned.94 95 96 402074 38 CLOSE - BRODY 94 enjoying a lightheadedness he hasn't felt in weeks. ~ BRODY Want to see? EXTERIOR - BREAKWATER LEADING TO THE PUBLIC BATHING AREA - DAY 95 A PROCESSION OF TWENTY MEN 96 dragging the shark by a tail-rope from harbor to beach. A dog follows, barking at the remains of the blue. As they arrive at the beach Meadows takes charge. Talks to both his photographer and the bounty hunters. MEADOWS: (to photographer) I want a good one for under the headline -- nearer the water. Get a group shot with the shark. Use it on page one, six inches by six columns, center. Some of the men have run ahead, happily knocking down some of Brody's NO SWIMMING signs. ~ MEADOWS (seeing this) Great! Bring one over here. In the background; voices, laughter. Some joke about the “big-time fisherman" -- "Gen Gardner, not even back yet!" Others open beer, throw frosty cans around, making it look like a Miller's commercial. Meadows positions the shark and vigilantes. MEADOWS Group around Chariie Tuna...that's right. No, leave it clear in back =- closer with the sign. Brody and Hooper are seen approaching fifty yards up the beach. MEADOWS Smile, boys! On three, drop the sign. - (to_photographer) on three, Bill. One...two...three. ~ CONTINUED#02074 39 CONTINUED 96 Click. Cheers. MEADOWS One more. Just the two prize-winners. Mock groans as the posse moves aside. Pratt and the GAFFER remain. One of the others raises the sign again for take two. HARRY I hooked him y'know? MEADOWS In a little tighter please. The gaffer doesn't fancy sidling up to the critter. GAFFER Better check this bastard. He starts to poke it in the eye. Pratt on the other side leans forward for a closer look, gaff in hand. The gaffer pokes the eye. The Blue shark is wide awake, a vicious lunge in the opposite direction that snaps the gaff in Pratt's hand completeiy in half. VOICE IN CROWS Christ: Ain't it dead? Pratt squeezes out a little smile and shuffles eight feet to his right out of range. Hooper and Brody walk into the frozen tableau. Hooper walks over to the shark, eyeing it with both amusement and disappointment. BRODY Yours? HOOPER No, this one's a blue. HARRY (insisting) I hooked him. BRODY (persisting) Is it the one? Hooper unravels a lab thermometer on a long nylon cord, twirling it over his head like a lariat, finally hurling iz out into the ocean. He then unhooks a steel tape measure from his bag of tricks and spools out feet and inches from the shark's nose to tail. CONTINUEDcir 96 97 40 CONTINUED - 2 HUOPER It's sure big ensugh -- ten point six feet. PRATT Who is this guy? Hooper is reeling in his thermometer. BRODY {doesn't want to say a _‘student') The Institute of Sharks sent him down to lend a hand -- Matt Hooper. PRATT That's right, except he's half a day late now that I already caught it. reading the thermometer. HOOPER I'm not so sure. Blue sharks pretty much operate on the warm-water law, and limit their attacks to seventy degrees and up. (holding out thermometer) Ocean's fifty-five. PRATT (after a stymied beat) Who is this guy? HOOPER The Great White's body temperature in the lateral musculature is almost eighteen degrees above whatever the temperature of the water. I don't know if this is our bite culprit PRATT (beginning to rave) If you'd have seen the fight he put up, you'd shut up. Hell, he ate a nine-year-old-boy yesterday morning, the bastard, and goddammit... conta:cir 97 98 99 100 1o1 #02074 4L CONTINUED 3 PRATT (Cont'd) (kicks the shark in the nose) sthis is my shark! Hooper removes from its sheath the meanest fourteen-inch hunting knife Pratt has ever seen. HOOPER Only one way to know for sure... (handing Pratt the knife, handle first) and since it's not my shark, I'm not slitting open the belly to see what portion of the boy is still inside. Am I...? Groans are heard from the bounty hunters, some of whom start to turn away. CLOSE - BRODY 9 Uncomfortable and queasy at the thought of it. CLOSE - PRATT 3 He wraps his hands behind him in defiance of the proferred blade. PRATT (whiny) Well, shit -~ this guy caught it with me, And Harry over there hooked it! ANGLE - HARRY Lo starts to whistle up toward the clouds. BACK TO HOOPER 20 as he poises the knife himself toward the underbelly and BRODY HOOPER Not here, Mr. Hooper --- This could be it. He's big enough all right, but I still can't be sure unti. contincar 101 102 #02U74 ae CONTINUED uc BRODY (nods toward ~ upper beach) -- the boy's mother. POINT OF VIEW 20 Mayor Vaughn, Mrs. Kintner and her father approaching. Mrs. Kintner is draped in black mourning, and never utters a sound. She lifts her veil, walks two paces forward and spits down at the shark, takes two paces back and replaces the veil, recovering her poise. VAUGEN (to Brody) This it? HOOPER (interrupting) I won't know until I perform a full autopsy. VAUGHN (sotto to Brody) Who is this kid? BRODY He's a fish expert from the Oceano- graphic Foundatzon. VAUGHN (looking him up and down; in a wholly irreverent tone) Well, it doesn't take much of an expert to see that this is the big- gest, ugliest, meanest-looking shark ever hooked around Amity Island. (to the gathering of men) Who caught her? Harry steps forward, pointing. HARRY ‘This guy, Pratt, and me. VAUGHN A thousané dollars apiece is not a : bad day's haul. CONTINUED ~cir 102 103 104 #02074 43 CONTINUED qe Vaughn begins shaking hands with the three winners, and Meadows snaps some bonus pictures. Mrs. Kintner's father draws close to Brody and Vaughn, handing Vaughn a card from his pocket. FATHER At whatever the cost, my daughter has requested that all preparations be made to ship this animal to her home town of Marblehead, Mass. Can you accomodate us? VAUGEN What the devil for? Nary a blink from the old man, and Vaughn looks to Hooper, weighing the alternatives. VAUGHN We'll see it through, Mr. Sands. (to Martin) Martin, you start collecting those signs.’ And keep your friend away from that demon with his pigsticker there. Let's show some respect for the loss we've incurred. (to Meadows; walking him up the beach) Get the story on the state wir: Try to get AP and UPI to pick it up in New York or Boston to out it on the national. Call Dave Axelrod in New York and tell him this is from me, and he owes me one. ANGLE - FATHER AND MRS. KINTNER 1 walking up the beach with Pratt, Harry and the gaffer follow- ing behind. BRODY 1o kneels next to the shark, making a face at the wafting stench. BRODY Some field you picked. HOOPER Well, there's dolphins -- but they talk too much. cur To105 #02074 44 INT. RADIO ROOM - COAST GUARD STATION #4 - EVENING Loz one man is at the radio, another, a laundry-white officer, walks toward Brody. ‘They walk OFFICER Can't seem to raise your Mr. Gardner. Maybe his radio is out. Or he could have put in somewhere else. BRODY He would have called his wife. out together, into an eerie dusk fog. BRODY No point sending up a plane, huh? OFFICER I'll get a patrol boat on it. If you'd like to go --- BRODY (laughing under his breath) I don't do so hot on boats. OFFICER (going) We'll contact you down there if --- ~ BRODY (urgently, stopping him) Listen --- OFFICER (they've been over this) Brody, sharks are always around Blues, browns, makos, thousands --- BRODY Can't you get rid of just one for us? OFFICER Where is 1t? How do we find it? It shouldn't come around again. Odds are worse on the highways. BRODY But you could protect that beach -- ! I mean, you have access to --~- CONTINUED ~105 106 107 Teel tain: CONTINUED OFFICER (stopping him) We could put up a show. We could give you spotters, but in where the waves break, the water's cloudy and it's very hard to spot. Or we could string out shark repellent -- sometimes it's effec- tive. But then, sometimes --- BRODY What do I do theni Pray for lousy weather? OFFICER (walking away) We're just the Coast Guard, Brody. Brody walks into the fog until he disappears. SLOW ANGLE - LIGHTHOUSE oe Brody walking away from the station and lighthouse preoccupied with a dozen alternative thoughts. A shattering blast from the fog horn catches him unprepared and he nearly comes out of his skin. Hands clasped to ears, he passes a sign that can barely be seen through the fog: WARNING! FOG HORN CAN BE DAMAGING TO YOUR HEARING: EXTERIOR - FRONT PORCH OF BRODY'S HOUSE - NIGHT 197 Hooper is having after-dinner dessert with Ellen and Martin Brody, while a spectacular heat-lightning display colors the night clouds and dances on the water miles cut. HOOPER There're gocd things to be said about meshing, It's worked in Australia for years. Repelient's a myth. New there's a cable avail- able charged with 7,000 amps that could be strung along the entire bathing area. ELLEN We have Kahlua, Mr, Hooper, HOOPER, Matt, And I don't drink alcohol, - but thank you CONTINUED107 CONTINUED 10° HOOPER (Cont'd) (back to Brody) We think the Great Whites possess an electrical sense --- ~ Michael walks in. He doesn't smile after the Saturday incident. He is quite dry this evening, and is in possession of a ghastly watercolor of a shark tearing a man in two, MICHAEL (shy, his eyes on Hooper) Mrs. Pfister had us all draw sharks in school today. BRODY I told you not to wear that cracker- jack ring. It's too big -- you're gonna catch it on something and lose a finger. HOOPER (always interested) This is a very good rendering, Mike. Looks like a thresher. Where'd you learn to draw him? MICHAEL I -- cheated, and found pictures ~ in one of Dad's books. HOOPER (delighted) Get bitten by the subject...or just morbid curiosity? BRD: More in the spirit of the public interest. MICHAEL Mrs. Pfister says if we have a bad season, we could sell our pictures to the tourists, We get to paint through American History again tomorrow. Ellen and Brody exchange worried locks. Hooper digs around in his pocket for something, then looks through his satchel purse. ELLEN You want me to speak to her tomorrow? CONTINUED ~ee 107 BMeUIS ae CONTINUED - 2 207 Hooper hands Michael a shark's tooth on a wire necklace. HOOPER I picked this up in Macao. There's supposed to be a superstition about these things -- that if you keep it with you, you'll be safe from shark ite. Michael smiles for the first time, and a warm moment passes between him and Hooper. MICHAEL I gotta show this to Guber. BRODY Don't sleep with that on, son. You'll cut something in the night. ELLEN (squeezes his hand across the table) That was nice, Michael hasn't smiled since his birthday party and that Kintner accident. HOOPER He was a witness? BRODY (changing subject, referring to Storm) Yeah, Listen. I'm no crack meteor- ologist, but I think we're in store for some surf. HOOPER Hope not. I'm longlining in the morning, You should come along, Martin, BRODY In case you haven't caught the island gossip, I never take baths =- just showers. HOOPER Aquaphobia or what? Mind if I smoke? BRODY No. Here, wait. CONTINUEDals 107 402074 48 CONTINUED - 3 it Brody takes out a lighter as Hooper puts a twisted cigarette, in his mouth, Instead of inhaling, Hocper takes a long hi and it doesn't take long for the shock to beat the aroma to where Ellen and Martin sit. HOOPER (behind the hit) I'm going to try and snag the old boy with 3/32 of an inch stainless steel aircraft cable. BRODY (dubiously amused) I could throw your ass in jail for that. HOOPER Brought my own cage, thanks. If this really is my shark, he's got a Peterson disc tag on his anal fin. It can’t be seen from a boat. BRODY (growing anger at this young man's impudence) ked, 2 Once hooked, what then’ ~ Hooper brightens and reaches into his duffle, pulling out a shiny stainless steel object about the size of an ala: lock. HOOPER Biotelemetry, It's a radio collar. I bell the cat and then follow him anywhere. I'm trying to make a deal with a satellite tracking station at Houston, Texas. BRODY (getting raled) Now let's wait a minute. You have him hooked, right? HOOPER (trying to be jovial) Well, I'll never take him without a fight, but --~ BRODY - And you stick that -- cigarette case to his neck? CONTINUED ~ee ay 107 CONTINUED - 4 Aa HOOPER (wondering where this is leading) That's the game plan. BRODY Then you let it loose. You let it go free. Hooper sees where this has arrived. He swallows the roach and takes a breath. HOOPER I know what you're saying, Martin. BRODY Your little lab experiment has seen three innocent people killed over the past three days, ELLEN Martin, it's not his shark. BRODY And your list makes me sick. You carry it around with you like you're keeping score. HOOPER Nature has no conscience, Mr. Brody, BRODY Oh, Christ, Whose side are you on. You told me you'd help us get rid of it, HOOPER What I said was, I'd help predict future attacks in your area. If this device works, the early warn- ing to other shorefront resorts -- not just here, but anywhere it ranges in the world - BRODY I don't give a crap about your worldwide conquest, What about right here This town is going under today! Where's your humanity? You could kill this thing for us, flatten its ass and --- - CONTINUED107 108 CONTINUED - 5 ast HOOPER (rising) I'm staying at the Abilard arms. a Hooper gathers his things, climbs into his backpack. Smiles at Ellen and kisses her hand. Ellen smiles, not yet recovered from embarrassment. HOOPER I really liked dinner. He leaves. Ellen looks at her hand. Brody turns and sees her. ELLEN (it's all she can say) Nobody kisses hands anymore. BRODY If you stick that wet spot under the black light at the Coney Island Aquarium, they'll let you in for nothing. EXTERIOR - ABOARD HOOPER'S BOAT - FOGGY DAY lo! The boat is slicing gentle swells into the flat water ~ Hooper is mainlining from a big reel. Tuna-halibut clips attached to each of the lines that bear hooks and floacs every ten yards, Large bait chunks are tossed into the water. In the boat with him is Meadows, huddled in a corner and trying to appear eager to learn. Hooper is not cooperating. He storms around, upset and frustrated. MEADOWS Okay. What's the second species of shark on your dangerous list? Hooper opens the throttle half-speed, looking into the senar display that casts a green glow in the soupy weather. A blip appears on the screen that draws a speculative Hooper. from MEADOWS (tzying to sound scientific) Fish activity? HOOPER - Very deep -- looks like a school. (more to himself) Mackerel. Really clumped together. Contrysb 108 109 110 1. #02074 31 CONTINUED Loe As the two huddle together in the green spill, Hooper touches the throttle to increase speed, still slightly puzzled. HOOPER Staying right with us. INSERT - SONAR ACTIVITY los MEADOWS (0.s.) And didn't you say activity stops? If any of those whoppers are around? HOOPER Tends to. Gets very still down there, CLOSE - MEADOWS lio leoks up from the scope, and his expression turns to horror. MEADOWS Look out. Hooper looks up in time to avert a near collision with Ben Gardner's boat, The Flicka, It is completely awash, with water in the cockpit right up to the gunwales. Seat cushions and hatch covers flcat about, banging and thumping. The boat is wallowing and it seens that, given a touch more weight, it will sink. MEADOWS (shocked) That's Ben Gardner's boat! Ben! Ben! Hooper comes up alongside, cuts his engine and goes for to tie his bowline to a forward cleat on.The Flicka. ard INSERT - SONAR SCOPE uli Bigger blips, both visually and audibly. Taking note of this, Hooper stands a moment trying to figure out what could have done this, There doesn't seem to be any damage fore or aft. Then he notices that one of the after cleats on The Flicka has been torn away.,.there are scars en the wood where the screws are used to hold the cleats down. CONTINUEDsb #02074 32 111 CONTINUED MEADOWS (skin crawling from the foggy stillness) ~ He must have hit something...I'm ? sure they had life-belts on board. : Hooper neds towaré the water. 112 ANGLE - WATER 112 ' We see life-belts and jackets floating in the unearthy ' stillness. ' 213 HOOPER - WIDE 113 He gingerly steps onto the rail of Flicka, peeks into the cockpit and cabin. Awash. No sign of life. He puts more weight down as he cranes his neck further and the whole boat lists to one side, Hooper leaps back to his own. 114 ANOTHER ANGLE - HOOPER'S BOAT aia He opens a locker and pulls out a wet suit and other gear. MEADOWS Maybe we should just tow it in. ~ HOOPER (suiting up) I'd better see the damage first. 115 INSERT - SONAR SCANNER 115 Blip, blop, blip, blip. 116 CLOSE - MEADOWS ile suddenly cold, zips up his windbreaker and turns the collar up, as Hooper zips up his wetsuit and clasps on a weighted belt. : HOOPER Did he have a dinghy on board? MEADOWS: (just wants - out of here) I don't know, CONTINUEDsb 116 117 11g 1g 120 #02074 33 CONTINUED Hooper hyper-ventilates as he places on mask, checks his *hot" flashlight. MEADOWS (alone) I'd rather we just towed it in, Mr, Hooper, Hooper finishes hyper-ventilating...smiles to reassure hin, HOOPER Be up in a minute. He's ready to go, but hesitates a moment, staring out at the sea -- the first time Hooper has appeared to be doubting his next move. He shakes it off, takes a huge breath, lets out half and splashes in. ANGLE - MEADOWS all alone in the boat, Just he and the active sonar. He checks the second-hané sweep of his watch, counting out loud. UNDERWATER SEQUENCE HOOPER 128 Hooper descends in a froth of bubbles. Warily he turns a full circle with his hotlight. At first we see nothing out of place about The Flicka except that it is lying so low in the water. But as Hooper travels the bottom looking for damage, he comes across a jagged hole two-thirds of the way forward, The hole is about the size of a basketball, and the wood around it has been bashed and splintered. Hooper explores the hole with his hands, then takes the k: fe from its sheath and begins to dig at something. Whatever it is comes free into his hand. As he studies his find, his light wanders upwards, pointing directly into the dark hole, Hooper looks up.... CLOSE - HOLE Ben Gardner's dead face stares out through the hole in The Plicka, eyes and mouth gaping in frozen horror, his skin pinched like a prune. CLOSE - HOPPER ize bumps his head in trying to get away, seems to yell through escaping bubbles, Eis mask fills with water as he flails x the surface. Miscalculating, he bumps into the hull of CONTIN Dsb 120 121 122 #02074 34 CONTINUED nae his own boat, scrambles around it, finally coming up between the two boats...gulping air. unable to speak yet, shockeé “™ and scared, out of breath.... MEADOWS Bad -- ? All Hooper can do is hold out his hand, open for Meadows to see, A shiny white tooth, at least two inches long, rests in the palm of his hand. HOOPER A White -- it's a Great White, T knew it...! Looks like he died of fright in there. MEADOWS (scared shitless) No shark did that to a boat --- oper rolls up his sleeve. and with one stroke of the tooth shaves all the hair off his forearm. HOOPER One this big could do anything! Meadows will never be the same ) INT. VAUGHN'S REALTY OFFICE - DAY ie on the run and seeing red, Larry Vaughn speed-walks cut cf his office, grabbing his boat and out the door, cuss-munbl all the way. Meadows, still in his boat clothing. appears behind him, his tie undone and sweating. Vaughn jumps into his car. and just before Meadows can open the passenger dcor takes off in it. EXT. ISLAND HIGHWAY - DAY 122 Just under the roadside billboard, Hendricks and another @eputy, Joyner, prepare for a climb with ropes in their arms, paint cans an¢ large canvas brushes. Beyond them a few feet away stand Brody and Hooper. watching vaughn pacing back and forth, sucking on a Havana. He has a newspaper in his right hand. Hooper is sketching cn a sket pad. VAUGHN It says here IZ 2S CAUGHT! Period: CONTINUEDsD BGeurd ad 122° CONTINUED haz ody holds out the two-inch too’ BRODY Mr. Hooper figured its size from this -- it's over a ton. It's also over --- ‘VAUGHN Put that rotten thing -- (he pushes it away, it slices) Yee-ow! Hooper steps over to show him his sketch. VAUGHN (wrapping handker- chief around his hand) If my hand gets infected. HOOPER Meet Carcaradon Carcarios. ‘VAUGEN What is it? HOOPER The shark that just bit you on the hand (sketching) And this.,,is you. Hooper has sketched the reduced ratio figure of Vaughn w: cigar standing in front of the jaws. He looks like a dwarz by comparison. HOOPER Seventeen feet from anterior to posterior, VAUGHN No shark grows seventeen feet, for Christ‘s sake HOOPER The famous Swedish naturalist Linnaeus believed that the ‘great fish’ that swallowed Jonah was not a whale. but a great white shark. VAUGHN Love to prove that, wouldn't you, Get into the National Geographic. CONTINUEDsb #02074 56 122. CONTINUED - 2 BRODY What should we do about this white? Hooper has come prepared. He takes from his backpack a Bomar Brain calculator and ticks away at it while tal HOOPER The longer there's nothing to munch on here, the better your chances he'll go, That means, of course, keeping your beaches closed, your fishermen in port. The other alternative is non- corrosive, 100-gauge steel mesh -- say, 30,000 feet of it around your bathing area, Concrete blocks and installation would run you...oh, four, five hundred thousand. That is, unless you could seek a depute tion from the federal government -- (notes Vaughn's non- believing countenance) Beats getting swallowed, doesn't it? vaughn is apoplectic., His seemingly dead cigar glows again He takes Brody by the arm and leads him out of earshot of Hooper. BRODY Maybe we can make it up in August. VAUGHN That beach will open ON the FOURTH OF JULY, DAMMIT BRODY We have to give this a coupla weeks. VAUGHN A couple of days. And that's bad enough. I'll have to think of some reason that‘11 keep the grease from frying. In the mean- time, I want that shark killed. Either do it yourself, or hire a pro, but go door to door with the offer, No more of this bounty crap. And Brody vaughn gestures up at the billboard, The beautiful model splashing in the golden surf with flailing ams has been significantly reinterpreted. Some pranksters have painted a huge dorsal f2n cutting through the waves next to her, and she now looks like an hysterical beach-goer stampeding out CONTINUED123 124 125 CONTINUED - 3 122 of the water, The deputies begin covering it over with paint. People have been gathering throughout the scene on bicycies and a few station wagons. ‘VAUGHN First the picket fences -- and now this. I want to see those little bastards hanging upside @own by their Buster Brown shoes. Vaughn storms away before Brody can reply. EXT. DOCK AREA - DAY 123 Hooper is loading some mainline floats and smelly bait fish on board, ‘Two young long-hairs are assisting hin. The old harbormaster dips his coffee percolater into the water and rinses it thoroughly while watching Hooper load. He rises to his feet and walks across the pier, looking in the oppo- S.te direction about three slips away. ANGLE - A HIDDEN SLIP 224 Brody and Deputy Hendricks are supervising another loading activity. Six local fishermen are converting their 16-fcot fibreglass double outboard into a gunboat. A sealed crate of high concussion palm-sized depth charges gingerly find @ place in the bow section. over which fishing gear and nets are positioned to disguise the mission. BRODY (to Hendricks) Don't let him out of your sigh: Not for a second. Stay at a dis- creet distance -- and dammit, Lenny, no shark talk: The way sound carries over water, you're a dead giveaway, HENDRICKS Who's with him? BRODY Local hire,.,I don't know, I want to hear from you, Len. EXT. PICKET FENCE ROW - DAY 5 125 Angling down a stretch of picket fence. Little karate c are accompanied by little flat hands piercing through sp tering wood.so 126 127 #02074 36 EXT, MAIN STREET - DAY The hardware store proprietor, bored and withdrawn, suns himself on a chaise lounge surrounded by summer surplus ~ that no one is buying, while -- -- the Amity Gift and Candle shop is offering an outside display on a carousel postcard rack of artificial shark- tooth necklaces, along with an open-air gallery of shark books. A dozen tourists bunch up as business booms here today. INT, BRODY'S OFFICE - DAY 127 Ellen is somehow mired behind Brody's desk, two travel folders in her absent-minded grasp. She talks into one phone, at the same time she is talking on another to a breathy, ticky landlady. All of this overlapping, Brody's secretary Polly is in the outer office doing three things at once. ELLEN LANDLADY (into phone) First its twenty-four I don’t know where my husband hours, then it's two days. is, Mr. Rretzler. He's only If one more guest of mine closed the beaches to insure leaves for Cape Cod, I'11 your safety start a petition! ~ From the outer office, we hear: POLLY (into phone) Until further notice! You'll have to ask him about that when he gets back. Gocd-bye. Three people enter. Two of them, an elderly tourist cou; push past Polly and into Brody's office where Ellen stan’ beside the desk. MAN TOURIST Excuse me -- I see by the papers they caught the killer shark. I see by the signs that the beaches are still closed, and we were just wondering TOURIST WIPE (reaches out ané takes Ellen's hand in hers. glowing) I think it’s a simply wonderful positive sign of our times to see a woman Chief of Police in a nice place lixe Ellen removes the receiver from her ear, from which angry geese-like sounds filter through, She starts to explain, CONTINUEDsb 127 128 #02074 39 CONTINUED ofp instead bursts out laughing -- one of those spontaneous, funny cries for help that leaves you weak. She falls helplessly into her husband's swivel chair, covering her face with Acapulco brochures. cut TO INT, QUINT'S RESIDENCE - NIGHT 128 Entering Quint's abode is not unlike a spooky ride at Disneyland,..the placement of objects, the dungeon lighting the tendrils of smoke and dust in the air makes a visitor wish he were carrying a 100-watt bulb. There is gear everywhere. The walls are adorned with jerky shark hides, coiled ropes dangle like serpents above a galley stove that leaks smoke and holds two weeks worth of filthy dishes, Tubes, barrels, rods, reels, harpoons, an antique gun collection and a dizzy array of shark hooks line the walls, with one entire wall dedicated to a collection of laminated jaws from the blue shark to the Great White. Con- spicucusly in the center cf the room is a swivel fightia chair and it looks like the perfect place to have all ycur teeth pulled. Into this orifice of decay, Brody enters and from his point of view. we see Quint hunched over a tub of steaming Borax. BRODY I know it's late, Mr, Quint. Quint lifts a ghastly set of dripping jaws from the solution, QUINT Snappy little novelty item! Quint demonstrates by holding them up to frame his face the round jagged opening Toilet seat.... He looks up at his gallery of jaws. QUINT No offense. you guys! (confidentially g to what's Sixteen Very touchy. All set for the Hallelujah chorus end stuck on the first note Brody enters the room like he's treading on hot charcoal BRODY I would have called you -- CONTINUEDkb 128 #02074 66 CONTINUED ade Quint walks toward Brody with Borax dripping from both hands He places one of them hospitably on Brody's shoulder. ~ QUINT (without losing a beat) Sure you would, sweetheart, Ang ushers him into the fighting chair. He then busies him- self around the premises and Brody must use the swivel chair to follow him, feeling chilis whenever Quint moves behind hin. BRODY I'm Chief Brody, Mr, Quint -- Quint Suits me, I'm a social undesirable myself. BRODY Listen --- QUINT Me and your Great big White. BRODY Who told you? ~ QUINT (scrubbing teeth with a wooden brush) What's the count up to down there anyway? You can't have much of a town left: BRODY Got Sen Gardner this QUINT (feigning shock) Ben?. Sharks ii2az anything BRODY I need to talk to you, Quint --- Quint slips past Brody's blindspot to the opposite wall, and Brody tenses and swivels too fast, almost spinning 360 degrees before braking with his feet. QUINT Anything! Know what I found inside that tiger? Aside from fish and — all?tkb #02074 61 128 CONTINUED - 2 2 He moves proudly to the shelf full of jaws and souvenirs collected from the bellies of sharks. QUINT Twenty feet of cable, half an army cot, four brass buttons, a cocker spaniel, license plate, a drip- dry shirt, and a six-pack of diet Pepsi... BRODY We can't have this damn thing sneaking in --- QUINT (as though alarmed, he touches a hand to Brody's mouth) Chief! Show a little respect. Jesus! Whites are head of the mob out there, this sounds like Lucky Luciano. BRODY (wiping his mouth) Ever caught one? QUINT A thirteen-footer and one fifteen -- teenagers. BRODY Now you're asking ten thousand dollars, but look --- QUINT Chief, Chief, Chief -- forget it: I get two bills a day from charters. I Sell the hides, I sell the teeth. I sell the fins to chinks for soup -- you cught to try a little shark Sometime! Hammerhead's terrific here! Quint hops to the oven, An avalanche of pots and pans, a burst of smoke, and before you know it, Quint is presenting Brody with a hot plate Quin? Home-fried hammerhead! Bredy turns away from the stink. CONTINUEDtkb 302074 62 128 © CONTINUED - 3 QUINT (obsequicusly ~ apologetic} Sorry, nothing fancier tonight -- boy, I do a Mako Provencale -- (kisses his fingers) BRODY How's four hundred a day, Quint? Quint is suddenly across the room, lowering a bucket in front of Brody. QuInT (fuck off) Serve yourself, Chief, Shark-liver oil! Best lubricant in the world: BRODY (desperate) How much you want? Quint turns, suddenly bitter. He walks over to a cage with a parrot in it. QUINT (to parrot) Clowns trying to bargain.... BRODY I came on my own, Quint, QUINT (glatly) Yo-ho-ho, and a bottie of rum BRODY (rises, pleading) See, if we could make a deal tonight -- Quint Here's what the price is tonight, Chief. Quint stalks Brody as he talks, Brody trying to look reasonable as he backs around the. room bumping into objects d'art. our Twenty-five grand to go for it, plus twenty-five more if T land it, all repairs on the boat. and on me, a new rod from Haydy's in London, a life subscription to Playboy, a stereo 4-track and the color TV. ~ CONTINUEDmil 128 402074 63 CONTINUED - 4 12s BRODY Quint, you know they'll never --- QUINT Let me finish! If it gets me, different deal -- Seventy-five, no extras! BRODY bewildered) Seventy-five for who? QUINT (wildy improvising) For nobody! To make this place a museum or something! ‘'Quint's Monster Palace!' How's that! . Maybe have me stuffed in the middle © here ---! Quint poses stuffed with a harpoon in the middle of the room. This is the first time he has stopped moving. BRODY faddressing stuffed Quint) I have to tell them something reasonable ~ Brody looks for the door. to open one of the walls.- -completely disoriented, he tries QUINT No problem! Tell ‘em that joke from World War Two. -- (walks over to parrot’ About the Marines in the landing barge? Sergeant splashes right aun, yelling ‘Hit the beach men, follow me and....' Quint taps the bottom of the bird cage, and without losing a beat, the parrot squawks in falsetto: PARROT Watch out for the sha: Brody has found the door and is gone. The door swings in a breeze. Quint turns to his gallery cf jaws and smiles with a mock-courtly bow.130 #02074 64 EXTERIOR - DOC~"” ANGLE - LIFEGUARD STATIONS at A half-dozen lookout lofts. As many handsome lifeguards with Walkie-Talkies strapped to their trunks and loudhailers at arm's reach. Bored, two of the hot dogs train their binoculars on some local color. AT SEA 142 Tactically flanking a three-hundred-yard apron of black repellent are four small watch-boats. A fifth tiny pleasure boat darts around the repellent line. Farther out, cross- ing back and forth, are patrol boats six and seven. To top it all off, a Coast Guard blimp floats three hundred feet above. ON SHORE 143 A crunch of gawkers makes life miserable for a mobile TV crew on their van-shaped unit. A graduate from the Columbia School of Broadcasting is interviewing Martin Brody in front of dozens of camera-conscious kids. INTERVIEWER (humorous) Will you be going in for a dip, Chief? BRODY (ill at ease) No, I'll be sticking to business today. As you see, we have spotters up and down the beach, and out there's the Coast Guard, State Police, County Police -- everyone's cooperating on this INTERVIEWER ‘The question is, if it's so unlikely as you seem to think --- BRODY It never hurts to play it safe. CONTINUEDkn 143 #02074 69 CONTINUED 143 INTERVIEWER Thank you, Chief Brody. (to crew) Let's do a group at the hot dog stand. vaughn is watching the ocean, aware that nobody is in yet. He turns in the direction of a Selectman and his family, and after grunting hellos, falls on his haunches and talks through a dogged smile. ‘VAUGHN Will you please get in that ocean. SELECTMAN What? VAUGHN Nobody's going in -- move! (indicating his family) Them, too! He gets up, gesturing "go in" to another townsman. The Selectman gathers his senses, swallows back nagging nerves. SELECTMAN (to his family, false cheer) How about a swim, gang, huh? (to 12-year-old daughter) Not you, you have a cold. Vaughn spies Hooper, alone on the sand in his trunks, look- ing out at sea. The Selectman and his family of four start into the ocean as Vaughn approaches Hooper. VAUGHN You've earned a day off, Doc. And thank you! Hooper just looks at him. VAUGHN We feel you've done a heck of a job, you know. HOOPER (neds, looks back to sea) I feel the same about you.1g 144 145 146 147 #00236 70 ANGLE - SELECTMAN AND HIS FAMILY 4 They walk into the surf, deeper and deeper, until a wave washes over their heads. The Selectman surfaces, and realiz“™ he is wearing his watch. Never mind. Others follow suit and begin to trickle into the white surf. BOAT #2 Four State Police with their 30.06's stowed discreetly under their seats. As a Beering State Policeman talks to Brody on the Walkie-Talkie, we notice Boat #5, a short-range speedster, working the repellent line. BEERING POLICEMAN We're putting the fresh cans on, Brody. (takes beer from ice chest) Calm down, will you? (shouting to Boat #5) You guys want a beer? BOAT #5 14 Two men and a boat-load of cannisters. One holds up the nyl“™ repellent line with a pole as the other replaces a can and shouts back. SAILOR I want a pair of rubber gloves. To demonstrate what he means, he holds up two hands, black with dye. A wet can of Budweiser tumbles into one of them. Sailor's Walkie-Talkie squawks like a strangled chicken. VOICE (Walkie~Talkie) Daisy to Blimp...Daisy to Blimp... thirty yards off my port side. The two sailors turn to port. BOAT #7 14 Hendricks is on the radio while a Coast Guard spotter works the sonar. CONTINUED —je 147 148 149 150 402074 n CONTINUED HENDRICKS Anything? Thought I saw a shadow. over. Pan to the water. INT. BLIMP A Breathtaking view, The blimp spotter looks down wit! naked eye and Binoculars, BLIMP SPOTTER Nothing from up here, Daisy. Over. CLOSE - HENDRICKS HENDRICKS into walkie- talkie) Palse alarm. Must be this glare. ANGLE - BEACH - CLOSE ON BRODY He is walking down the beach, threading his way through the bappy hordes. VOICES Who's scared to go in! I was ini Up to your knees, yeah -- So come with me =~ I'll go again. How far? Etc., etc. A group of youngsters playing with Michael Brody's dinghy. They are hauling it toward the surf. BRODY Hey Mikey -- ! Michael turns as Brody trots toward him. BRODY You're not going to the ocean with that. are you son? MICHAEL I'm all checked out for light - surf and look at it. BRODY Do me this favor just once. Use the ponds. CONTINUED a4 a4je 150 151 152 153 #02074 72 CONTINUED MICHAEL Dad, the ponds are for old ladies. BRODY Just a favor for your old man. MICHAEL (confused) Sure Dad. SWIMMERS AND SURFERS A surfer waving to impress his girlfriend on the beach. He dives off his board and swims around the black dye. COUNTY POLICEMAN (through loudhailer) Not so close to the line, please.... The eighteen-year-old surfer submerges, comes up all inky. His girlfriend laughs, impressed. TV CREW - NEAR WATER Clowning, posing, boasting for the cameras, dozens of youngsters ride in baby waves, stand on their heads, on the shoulders of fFiends, wave, swim out, kick up the water. The TV cameramen are going crazy. Burning film. Zooming. REPELLENT LINE - SURFER AND COUNTY POLICEMAN The Surfer won't leave the area. COUNTY POLICEMAN (through loudhailer) Get clear of the repellent line, son! Suddenly his Walkie-Talkie fizzes, and the Blimp Spotter's voice overloads the speaker. BLIMP SPOTTER Blimp to Daisy! Red Four, Red Four! BOAT #7 - HENDRICKS Guns are up, heads turning everywhere. CONTINUED 1sclr 154 155 156 157 1s8 #02074 73 CONTINUED 2 HENDRICKS (into Walkie- Talkie) Where --- BLIMP SPOTTER'S VOICE Went under your -- There! ‘The Coast Guard sonar operator spots it and pales. A slick black dorsal fin is slicing a wake toward the swimming area. SONAR OPERATOR Jesus Christ -~- BEACH - BRODY 1 Rigid and choked, he almost breaks the "send" button trying to transmit. BRODY Everybody out! Out of the water, please -- leave the water, please --- Hooper is on his feet. The lifeguard next to him begins blowing on his whistle. CLOSE - BRODY shouting hysterically into his Walkie-Talkie. BRODY No whistles! No whistles! THE BEACH 1 Dozens of bathers halfway out of the water, turn to see. More whistles, and they start toward shore. The loudhailers sound- ing more urgent now, and a contagious dread seizes one person after another. Entire groups of people begin pulling toward shore, some of them obviously trying to control a growing hysteria in others. BOATS #6 AND #7 us are converging, heading toward the repellent line as if track- ing an underwater shadow. The fin is beyond the repellent cordons ‘and heading into the crowds.160 161 162 163 #02074 74 THE WATER - BATHERS 1s People begin screaming. Kids are suddenly separated £-om their parents. Others seem to forget how to swim. one nu myopic little girl has her glasses bumped off and she begins to cry in blinded panic. BOATS #2, 43, #4 le The riflemen in the boats are trying to get a bead, but too many civilians create a hazard. The Coast Guardsmen attempt to sever the repellent cord to gain access to the bathing area and the heaving fin. THE WATER - BATHERS 16 This is a confirmation of our worst dread -- a full-blown headlong water panic. Screaming vacationers claw their way over the bodies of the less able. Some literally attempt to walk over the bobbing heads and glistening backs of others pulling for dry land. CLOSEUPS - PANIC 16 Horrified faces. Some are stunned and wandering in slow, tentative circles, while others are helped out by friends. —~ Five people try to mount a rubber raft. Ugly reminders that each of us is Number One. Brody enters shot, yelling into his Walkie-Talkie, Hooper charges past him to help an old man out of the water. He returns to pull several others to their feet. EXT, - THE BEACH 1g Hooper keeps plunging in, dragging the helpless from the surf, Tears well in Brody's eyes. The screaming is deafening. The TV unit pushes past Brody. INTERVIEW (pointing) Zoom in! Over there! One thousand survivors pack the beach, standing absolutely still. A numbing cold sets in, and people shiver against each other. - Muted sobs, whimpering, coughing. The six burly’ lifeguards huddle together like Cub Scouts. “™