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Gottlieb, Carl
Jaws 2 (1978)
Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe, scarlet billows start to spread. … Just as the island resort town of Amity begins to rebound from a spate of deadly shark attacks, a pair of missing divers and a boating accident lead police chief Martin Brody (Roy Scheider) to suspect the worst. Sure enough, another great white lurks in the local waters, this time with its sights set on a group of sailing teens -- including Brody's two sons.

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JAWS 2


FADE IN

1 UNDERWATER - DAY 1

Dramatically lit by sunlight filtering down from the surface.
A dim shape, massive, threatening, swims towards us from the
distance.  Then it divides -- what was one is two, and the
shape becomes reality; two divers in Scuba gear swimming
side by side.  They are wearing minimal rubber, considering
the cool New England waters:  "Farmer John" wetsuits with
cut-off legs, assorted sport-diving paraphernalia, including
an expensive camera with a flash attachment.

One motions "Down there," the other signals "OK, I see it,"
and they dive deeper, into darker waters, where the shafts
of sunlight pour into the depths, broken up by seaweed and
floating vegetation into cathedral-like columns of
illumination.


2 SEA BOTTOM - DAY 2

The wreck of the working fisherman’s boat "ORCA," formerly
under the command of the late Captain Quint, deceased these
four years.

Buried in the sand near it, still connected by rusting
strands of cable, the mangled remains of a shark cage,
glimmering with stainless steel highlights.  A fitful flash
of yellow from under a mossy beard -- a battered barrel,
similarly tangled.

The divers, Bert and Ernie, appear.  They’re fascinated
by the find, and Bert, with the camera, snaps a few flash
shots.  The rapid sequence of flashes signals the presence
of a motor drive camera.


2-A ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW 2-A

Distant flashes, obscured by vegetation in the foreground.


3 SEA BOTTOM, THE ORCA 3

Ernie is exploring the abandoned cabin; doors open and shut,
moved by invisible currents stirred by his passage.

An occasional "Flash!" lights up the bottom as Bert continues
snapping away souvenir shots of this local landmark.


3-A BERT’S POINT OF VIEW - CAMERA VIEWFINDER (PROCESS) 3-A

Ernie floats up out of a hatch, sees the camera, and strikes
a pose, clowning for the photographer’s benefit.  A big hand,
f.g., motions him up into clear water for a formal portrait.

He obliges.  Now he floats in front of us, gently paddling
his flippers to maintain vertical stability.  One flash.

Another.  Then a large, dim movement in the b.g.

Something’s out there, moving towards us.

Flash.  It’s bigger, bearing down like a train in a tunnel.

Flash!  It’s on us.  Flash!  Teeth?  Blood?  Flash!  Blackness,

Death.


3-B OCEAN BOTTOM, INSERT 3-B

The camera floats gently down and settles in the sand.  A
dark red mist eddies by.  A last weak flash.

MATCH DISSOLVE TO


4 EXT. OCEAN - SUNDOWN 4

Flash!  An expensive cabin cruiser, the "Diver Working" flag
fluttering limply in the breeze, is riding alone at anchor.

Flash!  A distant lighthouse beacon winks at us.  The boat
rocks in the ceaseless swell.

On the stern, "Elizabeth T. - Newport, R.I."  A long way
from home....

DISSOLVE TO


5 EXT. AMITY BEACH - DAY 5

A blue-and-white police jeep is bouncing over the sand.  A
figure in civilian clothes driving alone on some urgent
mission.  It’s Martin Brody, Chief of Police on Amity.

The jeep slows to a stop, and he takes a flight of stairs
leading to a concrete patio two at a time.  A classical
trumpet solo is playing in the background.  Brody charges
through a door, then abruptly slows and starts moving warily
through a hotel interior:  The Holidome, a three-story
extravaganza of a motel, where some sort of formal ceremony
is already in progress.  A banner announces:  "Grand Opening
Ball -- Amity Scholarship Fund Benefit."  Brody crosses under
a High School band, arranged dance-band style on a balcony;
the trumpet player, Polo, is finishing his solo, the assembled
crowd applauds politely.  Brody is taking his place with
some dignitaries on the dais, as the presiding authority,
Amity Mayor Larry Vaughn, begins speaking.

   VAUGHN
   Thank you, Paul Lohman, for that
   eloquent solo.  Now, for that point
   in the ceremonies where we for-
   mally dedicate this magnificent
   resort-hotel complex, a worthwhile
   addition to the recreational
   paradise we call Amity.


6 ANGLE ON THE DAIS 6

Seated on folding chairs, wearing their good suits, several
of Amity’s Selectmen, Real Estate Developer Len Peterson,
and Ellen Brody, very chic.  Brody slips into the vacant
chair next to her.  The following is conducted in urgent
whispers, sotto voce, while Vaughn drones on.

   ELLEN
   Where the hell were you?

   BRODY
   Late.

   ELLEN
   I can see that. Don’t you know
   this is a big deal?

   BRODY    VAUGHN
Couldn’t help it.      (droning
Hendricks over      along)
there... Holiday Inn joins the
     (he indicates Amity Shores development
     his deputy) condominium complex In a
...still has the welcome expression of
keys to the jeep renewed interest in Amity
in his pocket, Island as the hub of the
and I couldn’t Northeast Recreational
find the spares. Vacation Wonderland.
We’re happy once again
   ELLEN to be in the center of
Terrific.  Act things, where the action
as if you’ve is.. We’ve had our share
been here all of hard times and long
along. winters and the past few
years have not been easy.
   BRODY But today, the sun is
How’m I supposed rising on a new Amity,
to do that? a new island filled with
promise.
   ELLEN      (applause)
Look bored. Len Peterson’s Amity Shores
Development is an exciting addi-
tion to our island.  The Holiday
Inn we stand in is likewise a new
friend who we welcome as family.
Amity means ’friendship’ and our
community extends its friendship
to all who seek her shores in
peace and harmony.
     (applause)

Brody settles into polite attentiveness, acknowledging a
wave from Hendricks, a politely bland young town cop in his
idea of civilian finery.  Hendricks is fussing with the
banner on an attractive young lady in a bathing suit....


7 ANGLE ON VAUGHN 7

   VAUGHN
   ...And now, Tina Wilcox, this
   year’s Miss Amity, will cut the
   ribbon that officially opens
   this luxurious new hotel...

Tina (the girl in the bathing suit) escapes Hendricks’
attentions, and teeters on high heels towards the ribbon,
while Phil Fogarty, the local photographer, snaps away.

   VAUGHN
   Tina was selected from more than
   20 of this island’s lovely young
   ladies in the Miss Amity competi-
   tion held every spring, and she’ll
   represent Amity Island in the
   Miss Massachusetts Competition
   in Worcester next month.  When
   she cuts this ribbon, she will
   be opening our island to growth,
   to development, to planned
   expansion with full employment
   for our thriving community.


8 ANGLE ON THE BAND 8

Paul Lohman ("Polo" to his friends) is exchanging whispers
with Lucy, a flute player.nearby.

   LUCY
   I don’t think she’s such hot
   stuff.

   POLO
   When are we going out?  You and
   me?

   LUCY
   Not tonight.

   POLO
   You going with Patrick?

Lucy nods, Polo shrugs, and turns to Jane, a girl nearby.

   POLO
   Listen, Jane -- you want to dance
   as soon as we get out of these
   monkey suits?

She nods happily, they whisper together, while we:

CUT TO


9 ANGLE ON DAIS 9

Martin and Ellen have been joined by their youngest son,
Sean.

   SEAN
   Mom, Michael won’t talk to me.

   BRODY
   (to Ellen)
   Shouldn’t he be at home?

   ELLEN
   Mrs. Silvera couldn’t come.

   VAUGHN
   This money tree, you may have no-
   ticed, is made entirely of twenty-
   dollar bills, donated by Len
   Peterson, the builder of Amity
   Shores Condominiums, as a gesture
   of goodwill towards the community.
   $500 as a special gift to the Amity
   township scholarship fund....

Applause from the crowd, Len takes a bow.

   VAUGHN
   (prompting)
   Go ahead, Tina.


10 ANGLE ON TINA 10

as she reaches out with the scissors.  Something catches her
eye, and she winks at her boyfriend, Ed Marchand, smirking in
the crowd.  He winks back, and makes "Cut it" motions with
his fingers.


11 ANGLE ON THE CEREMONY 11

Tina cuts the ribbon, and Tom Andrews, a local diver, pushes
a decorated float out into the pool; sparklers sputter, bal-
loons drop from the ceiling.

   VAUGHN
   Thanks to Tom Andrews, of Amity
   Aqua-Sports, for contributing the
   special decorations.  And now, the
   Amity High School band.  Refresh-
   ments on the patio, everyone....

The band swings into "Downtown," and the crowd gets up to
dance, to eat, and to break into small groups to talk.

DISSOLVE TO


11-A INT. HOLIDOME - LATER 11-A

Ellen is dragging Brody over to where Len Peterson and Larry
Vaughn, the mayor, are in conversation.  They pass vignettes:
Tina and Ed, Tom Andrews and Jane, Marge, other interesting
Amity townspeople.

   BRODY
   (seeing Peterson
   and Vaughn)
   Do I have to talk to those two?

   ELLEN
   My boss and your boss.  Sure.

   VAUGHN
   Hello, hello.  It went well, I
   thought.

   BRODY
   Very impressive ceremony.  Good
   speech.

   VAUGHN
   Thank you, thank you.  You know
   my son, don’t you?

He beckons over their heads to Larry Vaughn, Jr., a young
man uncomfortable in his correct tie and blazer.  They ex-
change perfunctory greetings.

   PETERSON
   The speech was right on the money.
   (to Ellen)
   Be a love and make sure the bar’s
   open, will you?

He puts his arm around her, a little too familiarly for Brody’s
liking.

   PETERSON
   (to Brody)
   Fantastic lady.  Don’t know what
   I’d do without her.

   BRODY
   Me neither.

   PETERSON
   (looking around)
   Y’know, Brody -- for the first time
   in years it’s worth putting money
   into this town.

   BRODY
   All of us thank you, okay?

   ELLEN
   Watch Sean for a minute?

And she hands Sean off to Brody, leaving him with an over-
active 10 year old, while she’s gone.

   SEAN
   Can I go swimming?

   BRODY
   No.  Find your brother, okay?

Sean nods and runs off, happy to have a mission.

CUT TO


12 ANGLE ON MICHAEL BRODY - NEAR THE BAND 12

He is talking to Brooke Peters, a mop-maned teen-ager with a
pleasant face.

Timmy Weldon, a grade behind, lurks nearby.  A plumpish,
curly-haired buddy, Andy Nicholas, is enjoying a cup of punch.

   MIKE
   How old is your cousin?

   BROOKE
   Seventeen.  She’s a senior.

   MIKE
   I’m not crazy about blind dates.

   ANDY
   They’re okay, if they got little
   white canes and tin cups.

   BROOKE
   That’s awful.

   ANDY
   What the hell.
   (to Mike)
   Did your mom put all this together?

   MIKE
   Yeah, it’s her job.

   ANDY
   Is she responsible for the punch?

   MIKE
   No.

   ANDY
   Good.  It’s terrible.

   BROOKE
   My cousin will be here tomorrow.

   MIKE
   Great.

Sean finds them, and bursts into their group.

   SEAN
   Michael, Michael, Dad said to find
   you.

   ANDY
   Okay, you did that.

   SEAN
   Come on, Mikey, come on....

He tugs at Mike’s sleeve; Mike allows himself to be dragged
off.

   MIKE
   Okay, okay.  Got to go.

Andy and Brooke are left standing together, Tim moves in.

   TIM
   (to Brooke)
   Want to dance?
   (she shakes her
   head "no")
   Okay.  Later?

On her shrug, as she turns to Andy:

CUT TO


13 INT./EXT. HOLIDOME PATIO/TERRACE - NIGHT 13

It’s later; night has fallen, the band is playing its version
of "When I Fall in Love."  Many teen-agers are dancing out on
the patio, some adults are dancing inside, the buffet is rav-
aged, Timmy is watching Brooke, who’s dancing with Polo.

Douglas Fetterman ("Doug") joins him, after asking Marge for
a dance and striking out.

   DOUG
   Get a dance yet?

   TIMMY
   Nope.

   DOUG
   Me neither.

   TIMMY
   Who’d you ask?

   DOUG
   Tina Wilcox.

   TIMMY
   You’re crazy.  She’s Ed’s girl
   friend.

   DOUG
   Doesn’t hurt to ask.  Sometimes
   the most beautiful girls are the
   loneliest.

   TIMMY
   That’s a crock of shit.

   DOUG
   I know.

Bob Burnside, a tall pal of Larry Vaughn Jr.’s, turns up
by their side.

   BOB
   Same tired old faces.  You see
   Vaughn?

   DOUG
   The mayor?

   BOB
   Larry Vaughn Junior?
   (Doug shrugs)
   If you see him, tell him I got a
   six-pack, a blanket, and the Brebner
   twins.

He exits, on the prowl.

   TIMMY
   No class.

   DOUG
   None at all.
   (pause)
   I wonder what the Brebner twins
   are doing tomorrow night.


14 ANGLE ON BRODY AND ELLEN 14

   BRODY
   Can you take a little time out from
   your busy schedule to dance with the
   old man?

   ELLEN
   Why?

   BRODY
   Because they’re playing our song.

And sure enough, they are -- the band has turned to a Fifties
slow-dance standard:  "I Wish You Love."  Peterson approaches.

   PETERSON
   May I have this dance?

   BRODY
   Sorry, I’m all booked up...
   (taking Ellen)
   Come, m’dear.

They slowly fox trot out onto the terrace.  Both of them
nodding greetings to townspeople and kids -- everyone knows
the chief.

   BRODY
   Remember 1959, the Jersey shore?

   ELLEN
   And how.  I thought you wouldn’t
   respect me.

   BRODY
   I did, I did.

The music and the summer moon are working their magic.

   BRODY
   Listen -- what are you doing
   later?

   ELLEN
   Fooling around?

   BRODY
   Right.

He dips with her; they look up and notice Sean, sound asleep
on a bench.

   ELLEN
   Let’s get the kid home.

   BRODY
   Home it is.

He crosses to the sleepy Sean and hoists him with a grunt.

   BRODY
   (to the kid)
   You’re getting a little big for
   this.

Sean murmurs sleepily and hugs his dad.  Mike, dancing with
Marge, waves good-bye.  The Brodys start to leave, passing
a bucket with a bottle of champagne still in it.  They ex-
change a look, nod agreement, and Brody boosts the bottle,
sneaking it out of the building while Ellen giggles.

DISSOLVE TO


15 INT. BRODY BEDROOM - DAY 15

Brody and Ellen are snuggling under the covers while early-
morning light streams under the blinds.  It’s The Morning
After, and the clothes from the night before are scattered
all over the room.  Brody rolls against Ellen, spoon-fashion,
morning-horny.

   BRODY
   Mmmm.

   ELLEN
   MMMmmmorning....

They start to move a little, then turn face to face.  Outside
their door, the sounds of little feet; Sean padding downstairs.

   BRODY
   Sean’s awake.

   ELLEN
   Door’s locked.

   BRODY
   (kissing)
   Good.

Their bodies move under the blankets.  There’s a crash
from the kitchen.  They stop for a beat.  As they resume,
little feet return.

   SEAN’S VOICE
   The milk fell out of the
   ’frigerator.

   ELLEN
   (whispering)
   Put a towel down.  And shh --
   Daddy’s sleeping.

   SEAN’S VOICE
   Okay.

His feet paddle off.  Brody and Ellen start to slide
together, passion resumes.


   ELLEN
   C’mere....

Bigger feet go downstairs; Michael’s up.  The Brodys kiss,
trying to ignore the sounds of spirited discussion between
brothers over who’s responsible for spilled milk.  Then
the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, and a horn
beep.

   BRODY
   Mrs. Silvera?

   ELLEN
   Mrs. Silvera.

They try to kiss again, there’s a door slam downstairs,
and talk between the boys and Mrs. Silvera.  The Brodys
look at each other and break up laughing at the morning,
and themselves.


16 ANGLE ON THE BED 16

As Ellen and Brody, with the practice of 18 years of
marriage, swing back-to-back, and put their feet on the
floor, each on their side of the bed, still chuckling,
up for the day.

   BRODY
   Need a ride?

   ELLEN
   As far as the office.

CUT TO


17 EXT. AMITY STREET   DAY 17

The police jeep is driving through the picturesque streets,
Brody behind the wheel, Ellen and Sean passengers.  It slows
near the foot of the street, dockside, where a real estate
office marked "Amity Shores Development, Leonard Peterson,
Pres." sits.  Peterson’s big Cadillac is parked illegally at
the curb.  It has the Amity Shores logo on its side.

   BRODY
   Some people.

   SEAN
   What’s daddy doing?

   ELLEN
   Writing a ticket.

Brody is out of the car, his pad in his hand.

   ELLEN
   Hey!  That’s my boss!

   BRODY
   Better yet.

Peterson, in shirt-sleeves and a tie, hustles out of the office

   PETERSON
   Wait a minute....

   BRODY
   Too late, it’s written.

   PETERSON
   Heck of a way to treat a taxpayer.
   (to Ellen)
   Don’t you have any pull with the
   chief, here?

   ELLEN
   Do I have to?

   PETERSON
   (taking the ticket)
   Better get a sales kit together for
   after lunch.  I’m taking some prospects
   out.

Ellen kisses Brody, and starts in for her day’s work.

   ELLEN
   See you later.

   PETERSON
   (to Brody)
   Can’t we fix it up to get this
   made into a green zone or something?

   BRODY
   Len, pay the two dollars.


Peterson shrugs and goes inside his office.  Brody’s
attention is drawn by some noise by the dock.


18 EXT. DOCKSIDE, AMITY - DAY 18

Hendricks and an old codger, Red, are working on Amity’s
newest bit of police equipment; a blue power launch for
patrolling local waters.  The boat is Hendricks’ personal
pride and joy.

   HENDRICKS
   (to Red)
   Tie it off on your left.  Your
   other left!

As Red complies, Hendricks spots his boss.

   HENDRICKS
   Good morning!

   BRODY
   (walking onto the
   dock, Sean tagging
   along)
   Aren’t you off-duty?

   HENDRICKS
   Till noon.  This is on my own
   time.
   (to Sean)
   Hi, Shorty.

   SEAN
   I’m not short.  I’m eleven.

There’s a hoot from a passing boat horn.  Sean waves happily.


19 ANGLE ON THE BOAT 19

It has slowed to a halt in front of the police berth; it’s
a scruffy working fisherman, back from the banks with a
full load.  The Skipper hails Brody.

   SKIPPER
   Yo!  Chief!

   BRODY
   What?

   SKIPPER
   You got a gold-plater drifting in
   the main channel.  Big cruiser.

   HENDRICKS
   Whereabouts?

   SKIPPER
   Off the Point.  No running lights,
   just a diver’s flag.

   HENDRICKS
   (aside to Brody)
   Want me to run out there?

   BRODY
   On your own time?

   HENDRICKS
   Happy to do it.

   BRODY
   Then check it out.  I’ll be in
   the office.

Hendricks nods, and starts the engine importantly.

   HENDRICKS
   Cast off your bow line.  And your
   stern line.  Spring line....

While Red grumbles  Brody and Sean are walking up to the street.
Michael and some teen-agers are headed down to the dock.


20 ANGLE ON BRODY AND THE KIDS 20

It’s Mike, Polo, Patrick, Lucy, Brooke, Ed and Tina.

   BRODY
   Where to?

   MIKE
   No place special.  Just hanging
   out.

   BRODY
   Sailing?

Mike nods.

   BRODY
   Watch your kid brother, huh?

He gets into his jeep, leaving Sean with the teen-agers.

   BROOKE
   Bye, Mr. Brody.

The others ad lib appropriate greetings/good-byes, as Brody
drives off in his jeep.


21 EXT. DOCKSIDE - DAY 21

The Kids busy themselves with their boats while Sean hovers
around Mike, who’s not happy at baby-sitting his kid brother.

   POLO (Simultaneously)    SEAN
Anyone want to sail Can I go too?
to the Lighthouse?

   PATRICK    MIKE
Machs nix to me. No.

   LUCY    SEAN
Anyone got a spare Please?
mooring line? Mine’s
shot.

   TINA    MIKE
I’ve got one.... I said, ’No.’

Tina’s in her boat, "Tina’s Joy," a neat sloop.  Mike is
going over his "Green Machine," a sleek catamaran.

   BROOKE
   You’re not going out right away,
   are you?

   MIKE
   Waiting for Andy.

   BROOKE
   I want you to meet my cousin.

   MIKE
   I will, I will.

   SEAN
   I want to go out with you.
   You need a crew, don’t you?

Before Sean can protest further, Mike spots his crew:  Andy
Nicholas, a round-faced, frizzy-haired pal, wearing a bathing
suit, and carrying some scuba gear from an early-morning
diving class.  Marge and Denise, two other divers, are with
him, with their gear.  They ad-lib "good-byes."

   MIKE
   I don’t need you.  Andy’s here.

   SEAN
   You always go with Andy.

   MIKE
   (to Andy)
   How was dive class?

   ANDY
   Same as always -- glub-glub,
   bubble-bubble, stroke-stroke.
   There sure is some weird shit on
   the bottom of the ocean.

   BROOKE
   Shells and lobsters and stuff?

   ANDY
   Mostly old garbage.  Today we found
   a ’48 Hudson.

   SEAN
   Do I have to play with the little
   kids?

   MIKE
   Yeah.  Go on, beat it.

Sean mopes away while Andy and Mike get their boat ready
for sea.


21-A FOLLOW SEAN OFF THE DOCK 21-A

Up on the street, where a pretty girl with a sexy face and
a provocative post-pubescent walk is asking him directions.
He points down at the dock.  The Girl, Jackie Peters, waves
at her cousin, Brooke.

   JACKIE
   Brooke!  Hey!

One of the boats has a portable radio going.  It’s playing
some medium-hot salsa.  Jackie does a couple of dance steps
on her way down the dock.


21-B CLOSE ON ANDY AND MIKE 21-B

   ANDY
   Who’s that?  Quick -- I’m in love.

   MIKE
   I hope that’s the cousin.

   BROOKE
   Over here.  I want you to meet
   somebody.

   ANDY
   Lucky.  Lucky, lucky, lucky.

As the four teen-agers come together in a tight quartet, the
music rocks up and we:

CUT TO


22 EXT. HARBOR - DAY 22

Later in the day, sailboats with bright colored sails and
ornately painted hulls tack back and forth.  Lots of chatter
between boats, horseplay, splashing, and general good times.
It’s cruising, on water.


23 EXT. HARBOR, ABOARD MIKE’S BOAT - DAY 23

with Mike, Andy, Jackie and Brooke.

   JACKIE
   How fast does this go?

   ANDY
   With the right wind, 15-20 knots.

   JACKIE
   What?

   MIKE
   Real fast.

He sheets in, heeling the boat over in the stiff breeze.

   BROOKE
   Far out!

Jackie screams in excitement; for a city girl, this is more
fun than a roller coaster.


24 ANGLE ON A RED CATAMARAN, "SIZZLER" 24

overtaking Mike’s boat.  It’s piloted by Larry Vaughn, Jr.,
the Mayor’s Son; with him is his good friend, Bob Burnside.

   LARRY
   Coming up!

   BOB
   Gangway, Turkies!

It’s immediately a race between the red boat -- "Sizzler,"
and Mike’s "Green Machine."  The Kids ad-lib -- "Faster,"
"Lookout," "Gybe, gybe."

   ANDY
   We’re carrying weight.

   LARRY
   We’ll take your supercargo.

   JACKIE
   Is that me?

   BROOKE
   That’s you.

   JACKIE
   I’ve never been supercargo.

Donny and Denise’s boat cuts in, stealing the Sizzler’s air.

   LARRY
   Hey, get out of our air!

   DONNY
   Want a passenger?


24-A ANGLE ON THE SIZZLER AND FELIX 24-A

Denise hops nimbly from one boat to the other as Danny sails
tight as a tick to the red cat.

   BOB
   Way to go!


25 QUICK CUTS:  FUN AT SEA 25

The sailboats cutting up, cruising the harbor, the local
teen-agers partying with each other:

--  Patrick and Lucy’s Sol Cat, flying its hull.

--  Susie’s Laser heeled ’way over’ in a stiff breeze.

--  Polo and a pretty girl in his sloop, "Sea Witch."

--  Timmy Weldon and Doug Fetterman playing catch-up
    in their respective boats, the Doughdish and the
    inflatable.

--  Marge in her Lightening, sailing close to Ed and
    Tina in Tina’s Joy.

CUT TO


26 UNDERWATER NEAR THE ORCA - DAY 26

Silent, green-blue depths.  A diver, Crosby, working the bottom.,
running a search pattern.  Another diver, Tom Andrews, running
close.  They signal to each other, and make another pass.

Follow Tom Andrews as he skims the bottom, near the wreck of
the Orca, half-buried in the silt.  A diver’s line runs up and
out of the frame, to:


27 EXT. OCEAN - DAY 27

Bobbing on the surface are three boats:  the Amity Police
launch, the deserted Elizabeth T., from Newport, flying
a diver’s flag, and the ScubaVue, a local diveboat operated
by Tom Andrews and his partner, Crosby; it has "Amity Aqua
Sports" lettered on it somewhere.  Hendricks and Red are on
the deck of the police boat, peering at the cruiser.

   HENDRICKS
   Rich or poor, it’s nice to have
   money.

   RED
   Figure they split?

   HENDRICKS
   Happens every season -- someone
   takes off.  Once we had a schooner
   for a month while the owners went
   fox hunting.

A sudden eruption in the water nearby startles them -- it’s
Andrews, surfacing, holding up the underwater flash camera.

   ANDREWS
   This is all there is.

Crosby pops up next to him, shows empty hands.

   HENDRICKS
   If that’s it, that’s it.

The divers head for their boat, Hendricks fires up his
engine, and we:

CUT TO


28 INT. BRODY’S OFFICE - DAY 28

Brody is trying to reason with an indignant fat man.

   INDIGNANT MAN

   I can’t watch the news, I can’t
   watch a ball game, I can’t watch
   movies -- all I hear is that
   rotten kid with his rotten radio
   ... "Breaker, Breaker...."

   BRODY
   I’ll do what I can, but you’re talk-
   ing about a federal jurisdiction....

   INDIGNANT MAN
   (leaving in
   a huff)
   So call the FBI!

   POLLY
   Black, two sugars.

   BRODY
   Thanks.  What else is out there?

   POLLY
   One petty theft, one domestic dis-
   turbance, and an exhibitionist.

   BRODY
   I’ll take the exhibitionist, you
   handle the others.

   WOMAN
   Chief Brody?  I want you to do
   something about my first husband.

Brody is caught in the open.

   WHITE-HAIRED MAN
   Martin, you have got to demand that
   Grace Kinney keep her shades down.

   2ND MAN
   What about enforcing the "No Park-
   ing" ordinance on Beach Road?

   BRODY
   In a minute, in a minute -- talk
   to Mrs. Prendergast, please....

   WOMAN    2ND MAN
     (continuing)      (eager to
Albert keeps coming      be heard)
around when I’m with Every time there’s an
gentlemen friends and out-of-state car in my
he throws mud on their driveway, I lose another
cars.... mailbox.  Those little
iron sailboats cost thirty-
two dollars each!

   BRODY
   (to White
   Haired Man)
   Talk to me about Mrs. Kinney.

   WHITE-HAIRED MAN
   Her bedroom window faces my oldest
   boy’s bedroom, and she’s teasing
   him, dancing around in a towel,
   or less....

   BRODY
   Dancing?

Hendricks has entered, carrying the camera brought up from
the bottom by the divers.

   HENDRICKS
   Chief....

   BRODY
   Hendricks.  I want to go over
   your reports and your Form 908.

They go into Brody’s inner office; the uproar continues be-
hind the door, but it’s calm in here.

   HENDRICKS
   I never heard of a 908.

   BRODY
   I just made it up.  It means, "Get
   me out of there."
   (notices the
   camera)
   What the hell’s that?

   HENDRICKS
   Diver’s camera.  Tom Andrews
   brought it up from under that
   abandoned cruiser.

   BRODY
   Abandoned?  It’s a little early in
   the season for that.

   HENDRICKS
   Rich people.  Home port is Newport,
   Rhode Island.

   BRODY
   If I had a $100,000 boat, I sure as
   hell wouldn’t leave it anchored
   alone in the channel.

   HENDRICKS
   If you had a $100,000 boat there’d
   be an investigation.

Hendricks puts the camera in an informal "Lost & Found" box
sitting in the office.  Brody makes the mistake of opening
the door, revealing the White-Haired Man.

   WHITE-HAIRED MAN
   Grace Kinney is driving my boy to
   distraction.

   BRODY
   Hendricks, get a description of
   that dance.

   LARGE MAN
   (to Brody)
   Chief Brody?  I want to talk to
   you about my daughter...she’s 15,
   but mature for her age....

   WOMAN    2ND MAN
Chief, I’ve been telling Look -- the township is
Mrs. Prendergast that it’s responsible for protecting
no good just talking about life and property, and my
Albert, she’s got to do property is unprotected....
something....

As Brody turns to deal with the mess, we:

CUT TO


29 29
thru OMITTED thru
32 32


33 UNDERWATER 33

Looking up at the surface, where a hull floats in silhouette
against the daylight.  There’s a commotion, and a water ski
drops into view.  Then another one.  Pale legs churn the water.

CUT TO


34 EXT. OCEAN - DAY 34

Off Amity Beach, a bilious green lap-straked boat is bobbing
in the water, the engine idling.  Two girls are fooling around;
the one in the water is Terry, the one driving the boat is
Diane.

   TERRY
   Did you ever see a dolphin?

   DIANE
   Sure.  They like to play.  We may
   see some today.

   TERRY
   Great!

She fumbles with her skis.

   TERRY
   Whoops, almost lost one.  Can’t
   play with the dolphins without skis....

   DIANE
   Ready?

   TERRY
   Hang on, hang on...Okay, go.

Diane goes to the controls, and puts the engine into gear,
starting forward.  Terry waves "okay," Diane opens up the
throttle, the boat surges forward, pulling Terry upright.
A wake boils out from under her skis.


35 ANGLE ON THE BEACH 35

Ed and Tina are camped on a blanket, necking in the shelter of
the dunes.  There’s a portable radio, a cooler with some beer,
and some sandwiches -- a perfect afternoon alone.  Above the
dune, behind them lies the ocean, where the girls’ ski boat
can be seen, raising a big wake.  Tina disengages, and sits
up, brushing sand out of her hair.

   TINA
   Take a break for a minute, okay?

   ED
   Huh?

Tina stands, and looks out to the sea, where the boat is
towing Terry on the water.

   TINA
   Eddie, can we do that?
   (no reaction)
   Can we go skiing?  We can use my
   Uncle’s boat.  Eddie?

   ED
   Next week.

  TINA
   With you, everything’s next week.
   I want to go skiing soon.  Tomorrow?

Ed grunts non-comittally.  Tina takes a beer from the cooler,
and goes up on the dune to watch Terry and Diane.  She waves
to them, and to someone down the beach.


36 EXT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY 36

An old lady, Grace Witherspoon, is rocking on her porch, also
enjoying the view of young people enjoying themselves. She
acknowledges Tina’s distant wave, and turns her attention
back to the skiers.


37 ANGLE ON THE SKIERS 37

having a wonderful time.  Terry is good, criss-crossing the
wake, showing off.


38 CLOSE ON TERRY 38

rushing through the water, waving, stunting.

   TERRY
   Faster!  Faster!

She waves at Diane, who leans over the controls, to coax
more speed out of the old engine.


39 UNDERWATER 39

following the skis effortlessly, closing in on the
turbulent wake.


39-A ON THE SURFACE 39-A

Terry whipping along; a fin raises near her.  She glances
at it, waves, thinking it’s a porpoise.

   TERRY
   Porpoise!  Look!  A dolphin!

The fin slides low in the water, heading towards her.  She
puts the rope around her waist, leaving both hands free.


39-B UNDERWATER 39-B

closing in on the wake, crossing it.


39-C TERRY - ON THE SURFACE 39-C

The fin cuts across her path.  Too late to maneuver, Terry
hits the looming gray back of the Shark.  The skis bump,
leave the water, Terry takes a spectacular spill.  The rope
around her waist tows her helpless through the water, gagging
her, preventing her from shouting.  She flounders as Diane
slows the boat to see what’s happened.


39-D ANGLE ON THE BOAT 39-D

turning back to see if her friend hit a submerged log or
hurt herself.

   DIANE
   Terry!  You okay?

   TERRY
   Help!  Help!

   DIANE
   Okay, okay, coming....

She still doesn’t realize the gravity of the situation --
she hasn’t seen the fin.


39-E ANGLE ON TERRY 39-E

hysterical, pulling herself hand-over-hand up the rope,
trying to get to the boat.


39-F UNDERWATER 39-F

Closing in on the thrashing figure.


39-G TERRY 39-G

screaming, as the Shark rises from the deep and takes her.
Suddenly she’s gone, a swirl of pink froth marking the
water where she went under.


40 IN THE BOAT - DIANE 40

Looking around for her friend, suddenly panicky.  She pulls
the rope hard, and tumbles backward as it comes up with
nothing on it -- just a cleanly bitten end.

   DIANE
   (screaming)
   Terry!

Then the Shark appears, blood on its mouth, lunging up and
butting the stern, jarring the engine loose.  Fuel spills
from a ruptured line.

   DIANE
   Help!  God, help!

She throws things at the Shark, which slides back under
the water.


40-A DISTANT ANGLE ON THE BOAT - FROM THE BEACH 40-A

Diane can be seen flailing in the boat, very distant screams
floating across the water; at this range they sound like
the normal shrieks of teen-age girls having fun....


40-B ANGLE ON THE BOAT - CLOSE 40-B

as the Shark hits from a fresh angle, this time taking a
chunk out of the boat, biting down with powerful jaws.  Diane
hurls seat-cushions, oars, anything she can lay hands on.
She fumbles desperately in a compartment, produces a flare-
pistol.  She cocks it and fires point-blank at the shark.


40-C CLOSE ON THE SHARK 40-C

The flare hits, wet fuel glistening on the water and skin
of the Shark explodes in a sheet of flame.


40-D DIANE 40-D

A last flash before the gasoline explodes.

   DIANE
   No-o-o-o-o-o...!

A sheet of fire, she’s in the middle, screaming, aflame,
the Shark forgotten.  She falls into the water as the
ruined boat overturns and there’s an oily explosion.


41 EXT. BEACH - DAY - ED AND TINA 41

Ed and Tina look up as they hear the distant "crump" of
the boat blowing up.


42 EXT. PORCH - DAY 42

Mrs. Witherspoon looks up, startled by the sudden tragedy.
She gets up to go to the phone, indoors, and we:

CUT TO


43 EXT. OCEAN - DAY - AMITY POLICE BOAT 43

The launch is anchored at the site of the explosion, offshore.
Red is fishing up bits of flotsam with a boathook.  Hendricks
is on the radio, talking to the shore.

   HENDRICKS
   I can’t find anyone out here.
   They must’ve gone to the bottom,
   or drifted with the current.


44 BRODY ON SHORE 44

He’s on the porch of tile Witherspoon house, using his portable
walkie-talkie.  Mrs. Witherspoon is waiting in the b.g.
Nearby, we can see a sign:  "BURIED CABLE:  Call New England
Light and Power Before Digging."  The cable itself surfaces
in a chain-link fenced enclosure, and climbs a power pole for
distribution to the island.  Ed and Tina are also there,
having given statements.

   BRODY
   There should be bodies.  Witnesses
   say two people; one in the boat,
   one skiing.

   HENDRICKS (o.s.)
   (filtered)
   I told you -- nothing here.

   BRODY
   Try dragging.

   HENDRICKS (o.s.)
   For how long?  Current’s moving
   everything around, and it’s getting
   dark.

   BRODY
   Stay on it.  I don’t care how
   long it takes.

   HENDRICKS (o.s.)
   10-4.

Brody turns to Ed and Tina, and takes out his notebook.

   TINA
   We heard this noise, like a ’boomp’
   out there, and when we looked,
   there was just this cloud of
   smoke.

   GRACE
   That was the explosion.  One minute
   they were having a wonderful time,
   the next, bang!

   BRODY

   GRACE
   I don’t know what could’ve done
   that.

Brody stares out at the quiet sea -- what’s lurking under
that calm surface?

   TINA
   Can we go now?

Brody’s still looking past them, towards the ocean.

   TINA
   Chief Brody -- can we go?  Please?

   BRODY
   Oh, yeah.  Sure.

As he gazes at the ocean, we hear the sound of a distant
siren, and

CUT TO


44-A EXT. AMITY - DAY 44-A

An ambulance, siren wailing and red light flashing, drives
on its melancholy way through the picturesque town.

DISSOLVE TO


45 ABROAD THE POLICE BOAT - NIGHT 45

Hendricks has the winch in operation, the cable in his hand,
with big grappling hooks attached.  The boat is lit by its
powerful worklights.  Hendricks heaves them out, watches as
the current takes them, then puts the winch in gear,
hauling back.

   RED
   How much longer?

   HENDRICKS
   Until we find something.

   RED
   I don’t care about the overtime,
   I’m hungry.  And cold.  And most
   of all, bored.


46 INSERT - THE WINCH CABLE 46

It goes taut with a sudden strain.


47 ANGLE ON HENDRICKS 47

He sees it, too.

   HENDRICKS
   I think we got something.

Red moves to the winch, watching warily as it slows to a
near stall with the weight.

   RED
   About damn time.

   HENDRICKS
   What the hell is it?

There’s a strain on the cable -- it’s pulling the stern of
the boat down as it struggles with the weight.

   HENDRICKS
   Here it comes....


48 ANGLE ON THE WATER 48

lit by the harsh worklights on the deck of the launch.  The
cable from the winch is taut, pulling something up from the
black depths.  What?  The coupling appears, then the hook,
and an oily cable.

   RED
   Oh shit.  Drop it.


   HENDRICKS
   What is it?

   RED
   Power line.

   HENDRICKS
   Oh, great.

He hits the release on the winch, and the cable whines as
it spins out and settles back on the bottom.  Red jiggles
the line, trying to free it up.

   RED
   It comes here from Cable Junction.

   HENDRICKS
   Untangle it and let’s go -- We
   don’t need a blackout on the
   island.

   RED
   (at the
   winch)
   Now you’re talking.  Let’s get
   out of here before we do find
   something.

DISSOLVE TO


49 OMITTED 49


50 INT. BRODY KITCHEN - DAY 50

The next morning, the Brody family is downstairs, each
getting his own special breakfast.  Mike gets cereal for
himself and Sean, Ellen is cracking some soft-boiled eggs,
Brody is drinking coffee and smoking.

   ELLEN
   You have to smoke so early
   in the morning?

   BRODY
   It’s good with coffee.

   ELLEN
   So’s a donut.

   SEAN
   I want Fruit Loops!

   MIKE
   Eat Cheerios.

   SEAN
   You eat Cheerios.  I want Fruit
   Loops.

   ELLEN
   Eat Cheerios.

   BRODY
   What’re you guys doing today?

   MIKE
   (indicates Sean)
   I don’t know about him -- I’m
   going down to the dock, maybe go
   sailing.

   BRODY
   Every day?

   MIKE
   What else is there to do?

   BRODY
   You could work out at the beach,
   make a few bucks for school.

   MIKE
   Do I have to?

   BRODY
   You’ll have to make up your own
   mind about that.

   ELLEN
   Where’s my day book?

   BRODY
   In the den.

Ellen passes them on the way to the den to look for it.

   ELLEN
   He doesn’t have to work all the
   time, it’s his vacation.

Mrs. Silvera enters from the service porch.

   MRS. SILVERA
   Good morning -- everyone up early
   today?

   BRODY
   There’s a lot going on.

He follows Ellen into the den.


51 INT. DEN - DAY 51

Ellen is rummaging around the papers on the end table, looking
for her book.

   ELLEN
   Why don’t you take a half day and
   clean this junk up?

   BRODY
   Because, I’m in the middle of a
   boating accident, I got only
   four regular cops and one secretary,
   and a Chief Deputy who is constantly
   fiddling with the police boat   He’s
   another one.

   ELLEN
   One what?
   (she finds
   the book)
   Ah-ha!

   BRODY
   Boat nut.  What is it about this
   place that makes everyone a freak
   for boating?

   ELLEN
   It’s an island.
   (she pecks him
   on the cheek)
   Got to run.

She heads out the door for the office.  Mike approaches.


52 ANGLE ON MIKE AND BRODY 52

   MIKE
   I’m going.

   BRODY
   What about tennis?  Riding?
   fixing up old cars?  Bartending?

   MIKE
   Bartending?  I’m 17.

   BRODY
   Okay, not bartending.  Why on
   the water every day?

   MIKE
   Because.

   BRODY
   Look, humor the old man --
   just be careful.

   MIKE
(going)
   I’ll be careful.  I’ll see y’later.


53 INT. KITCHEN 53

Mike passes through on his way out, nodding to Mrs. Silvera
who acknowledges his passage.  Brody is close on his heels.

   BRODY
   Don’t go out if it’s rough or any-
   thing, huh?  We’ve had a lot of
   trouble.

   MIKE
   Okay, okay.

The back door slams behind him.

   SEAN
   Can I go with you today?

   BRODY
   You stay with Mrs. Silvera, Tootsie.
   Okay?

Sean nods, resigning himself to the inevitable.

   MRS. SILVERA
   (to Sean)
   You can come with me to the market.

   SEAN
   All right.

   BRODY
   I’ll be at the office.

Mrs. Silvera nods, and pours Sean a glass of milk.  Brody
sighs, and heads out the door.  Sean calls after him.

   SEAN
   Bye, Daddy.  I’m going to be careful,
   all day.

CUT TO


54 OMITTED 54


55 EXT. OCEAN - DAY 55

Sitting snug and ship-shape on Mike’s Green Machine are Mike,
Andy, Brooke, and Jackie.  They are heeled over in a brisk wind,
making good headway; sailing nearby in the b.g. are Patrick and
Lucy and Donny and Denise, in their boats.

   LUCY
   (from her boat)
   Where’re we going?

   ANDY
   Oh, out a ways.  Maybe the lighthouse.

   BROOKE
   The lighthouse?

   ANDY
   No big thing, we’ll see who’s out
   there, maybe picnic.

   MIKE
   We got some stuff at the store.  Ed
   and Tina are going to be there.

   BROOkE
   Oh, sure, they would be.

   JACKIE
   What’s the lighthouse?

   MIKE
   It’s an island, near here, with a
   lighthouse.  We sometimes hang out
   there, you know....

   JACKIE
   Great.  I got some wine.

She opens her big floppy bag, revealing the top half of a
jug of Mountain Red.  Brooke slides over to her.


56 ANGLE ON BROOKE AND JACKIE 56

   BROOKE
   (aside)
   The lighthouse is a make-out spot.

   JACKIE
   Now I really want to see it.

   BROOKE
   You going to fool around with Mike?
   (Jackie shrugs)
   Well, I’m not doing anything with him.

She indicates Andy, who pretends great indifference.

   JACKIE
   Well, maybe I will, then.

Andy does about a triple take before he regains his cool.
Mike concentrates on his sailing, Jackie grins an impish,
vixen grin, Brooke shrugs.

CUT TO


57 57
thru OMITTED thru
62 62


63 EXT. LIGHTHOUSE - DAY 63

A spectacular view from the top of the old lighthouse, show-
ing ocean, sandy beach, some of the Kids’ catamarans pulled
up on the sand, other pleasure boats cruising in the b.g.
Ed and Tina are running down the stairs, laughing.

   ED
   Come on back up here!

   TINA
   Nope.

   ED
   Give me back my hat!

   TINA
   Double nope!


64 ANGLE ON THE SAND 64

where Andy, Mike, Jackie, and Brooke are camped around a
blanket listening to a portable radio.  Ed and Tina run by.

   ANDY
   Why’d they decide to move?

   BROOKE
   Too hot in the lighthouse?

   MIKE
   Too hot tor those two?  I can’t
   believe it.

   JACKIE
   Is there something I don’t know
   about?

   BROOKE
   I told you, remember?

   JACKIE
   Oh, yeah.  So why aren’t they
   doing it now?

There’s a little round of giggling.

   ANDY
   Maybe by now they are.

   MIKE
   They’re moving pretty fast.

   JACKIE
   He’s cute....


65 ANGLE ON ED & TINA 65

running towards a dune and over it.


66 ANGLE ON MASSIVE SHAPE 66

in f.g., covered with birds.  Ed and Tina appear over the crest
of a dune, and the frame explodes in a flurry of seagulls,
suddenly disturbed.  The whir and drumbeat of wings, and the
shrieking of the gulls is a jarring shock.


67 CLOSEUP - TINA 67

reacting.


   TINA
   Yech!


68 HER POINT OF VIEW 68

The huge hulk of a beached, decomposing dead whale, a few
birds still pecking at scraps of blubber and entrails.  Big
festering red holes mark its sides.

DISSOLVE TO


69 LONG SHOT -  SAND AND WHALE 69

From the top of the lighthouse, we can see a group of
interested spectators, clustered around the whale like ants
at a picnic.  A few more boats are beached and riding at
anchor just off the shore, including the Amity police boat.
Three Ants are walking towards the crowd, one of them
gesturing.

CUT TO


70 ANGLE ON BRODY, HENDRICKS AND A WOMAN 70

She’s Lureen Elkins, a marine biologist from the Oceanographic
Institute, and she’s skeptical.  Brody is the ant whose
antennae were waving in the long shot.

   BRODY
   As soon as I heard about it, I
   called you.  This thing is big!
   His arms indicate big.

   ELKINS
   After we’ve looked, we’ll talk.

   HENDRICKS
   This is it.

He moves forward to clear the crowd.  Some kids are poking
the massive hulk with sticks.  A tourist couple is snapping
away with a Polaroid SX-70.  The whole mess stinks, too.

   HENDRICKS
   Move back, please...back off...
   open it up a little....

The crowd edges back, giving way to Brody and Elkins.

   BRODY
   See?  What’d I tell you?


71 ANGLE ON THE WHALE 71

Brody is holding a handkerchief to his nose as he approaches
the dead thing, indicating a huge open wound on the side.

   BRODY
   Look at that:

   ELKINS
   First things first.

She produces a tape measure and gives one end to Brody.

   ELKINS

   From the tip of the snout, please.

Elkins is measuring the length of the creature.  She calls
off numbers to Hendricks, who is officiously writing it all
down, repeating numbers as he hears them.

   ELKINS
   Length, 22 feet, 8 inches.

   BRODY
   Come on, let’s check the bite
   radius.

   ELKINS
   (cold)
   The what?

   BRODY
   Bite radius.  You know, the size of
   the mouth?

   ELKINS
   The whale’s mouth?

   BRODY
   The Shark’s mouth.

   ELKINS
   What shark?

Brody pitches his voice low, so that the crowd won’t listen.

   BRODY
   The shark that did this.  It was a
   shark, wasn’t it?

   ELKINS
   We don’t know that, do we?

   BRODY
   But that’s what we’re here to find
   out, right?

   ELKINS
   You don’t tell me my job, and I
   won’t tell you about yours, okay?

   HENDRICKS
   I can’t hear you if you’re going
   to whisper.

   MIKE
   Can we go now?

He turns to join the kids as they slip through the crowd to
return to their blanket, ad-libbing good-byes.

   BRODY
   (to Mike)
   You stay here a minute.

   MIKE
   Oh, c’mon.

   BRODY
   You heard me.

   JACKIE
   We’ll be over by the lighthouse.

   MIKE
   I’ll be right there.  Wait up.

They hang around, waiting for him.  Elkins has reclaimed
Brody’s attention.

   ELKINS
   Could be a shark.  But maybe not.

   BRODY
   Look, I know a little bit about
   sharks.

   ELKINS
   Do you?

   BRODY
   I know that this was probably a
   Great White Shark.  Car-cadon...
   Caradan....

He fumbles for the correct Latin.

   ELKINS
   (helping out)
   Carcharadon Carcharias.

   BRODY
   That’s it.

   ELKINS
   Okay, so that’s it.

   BRODY
   Is there one in these waters?

   ELKINS
   What makes you think there might
   be?

   BRODY
   Because this big fish has been
   bitten by some other big fish....

   ELKINS
   This is a mammal, not a fish.

   BRODY
   Jesus, don’t quibble with me.  I
   want to know if a Great White
   Shark did this.

   ELKINS
   Probably.

   BRODY
   That’s it?  Probably?  Look,
   sharks are attracted by blood,
   and thrashing around....

   ELKINS
   And sound.

   BRODY
   (this is a new one)
   Sound?

   ELKINS
   Sound.  Like sonar, or radar.
   They home in on irregular sounds,
   unusual sounds, any rhythmic low-
   frequency vibration.

   BRODY
   So there’s one around here.

   ELKINS
   Not necessarily.  These wounds
   could’ve been inflicted 30 miles
   out to sea, or more.  None of them
   are immediately fatal.  Currents
   could’ve carried the body 10 miles
   further.

   HENDRICKS
   (chiming in)
   We got a helluva tide this month.

   BRODY
   Could you just keep that crowd
   back, please?

   MIKE
   (fidgeting)
   Pop....

   BRODY
   You stay right here.  You’re going
   in with me.


72 ANGLE ON BRODY AND MIKE 72

As Elkins examines the whale, calling her observations to
Hendricks.

   MIKE (simultaneous) ELKINS
We came out in my boat. Lower jaw displaced and lacer-
ated by predator attempt to
   BRODY seize the tongue.  Additional
Andy can sail it in. large tissue loss in the dorsal
and sub-dorsal areas, as well
   MIKE as the caudal.  Oriamal bite
I got a date! radius 37 inches, allowing for
salt-water erosion and subse-
   BRODY quent small predator and
She’ ll understand. scavenger tissue attacks....

   MIKE
She won’t.

The Kids have moved a little closer to hear what’s going on
between father and son.

   BRODY
   I don’t want to discuss it.

Elkins crosses to Brody.

   ELKINS
   It’s either a Great White, or
   another killer whale.

   BRODY
   Can’t you tell?

   ELKINS
   Not when it’s like this.  This
   animal has been ashore for 10,
   12 hours, and drifting for a day,
   at least.  Every little nibbler in
   the sea’s taken a bite.

   BRODY
   Look -- can Great White Sharks
   communicate?  Send out signals,
   or something?  You know, take
   revenge, sense an enemy....

   ELKINS
   Don’t be ridiculous -- Sharks don’t
   take things personally.

   MIKE
   Dad, please....

Brody turns on him.  This at least, is something he can do
something about.

   BRODY
   No more sailing.  You come back
   with me, and that’s it.

   MIKE

   Why me?

   BRODY
   Because I say so.

   ANDY
   I’ll tie up at the town dock, don’t
   worry, man.

   JACKIE
   See you later, Mikey....

   ED AND TINA
   Later, bye... (Ad lib).


73 OMITTED 73

DISSOLVE TO


74 INT. AMITY TOWN HALL - DAY 74

Vaughn and Brody enter, walking through the spare, empty town
meeting hall, towards the conference table.  They are alone.

   VAUGHN
   I’m showing summer rentals.  We
   got a helluva season going.

   BRODY
   We have got to talk, and we have
   got to talk alone.

   VAUGHN
   We’re alone.

   BRODY
   Larry, I don’t know how to say this,
   but I think we got a shark problem.
   A real one.

Vaughn stares at him, then unlocks the door to his private
office -- "Mayor" -- and leads Brody in.


75 INT. VAUGHN’S OFFICE - DAY 75

Small, expensively furnished in antiques, with a few symbols
of Amity boosterism cluttering one wall:  a photo of the beach,
featuring a shark tower; an architect’s rendering of the new
Holiday Inn, some charts and graphs showing upward progress,
a few stills of businessmen’s luncheons, plaques, awards, etc.

   VAUGHN
   Are you serious?

   BRODY
   Of course.  Look -- I’ve got some
   missing persons, fatalities,
   evidence of a large predator....

   VAUGHN
   No one has seen a shark -- no fin,
   no bites, nothing.  Be realistic.

   BRODY
   I got a feeling.  I have to act on
   it -- you can understand that,
   can’t you?

   VAUGHN
   Of course I can, but can’t it wait?
   These things cost money, and this
   town doesn’t have much money.

   BRODY
   We have to do something.

   VAUGHN
   We have done something -- hell, we
   damn near went broke putting up a
   shark watch tower on the beach --
   it’s the only one in 2000 miles,
   y’know.

   BRODY
   I know, I know....

   VAUGHN
   And I stood by while you told the
   people from Ramada and Marriott
   that if they put up a hotel they’d
   need $800,000 worth of steel net
   around their beaches!  In New England?
   We all lost on that one.

   BRODY
   It’s still a good idea.

   VAUGHN
   Martin, when we build up our tax
   base a little, you can have every-
   thing you want; right now, the
   town’s broke.

   BRODY
   Please, Larry -- there’s good reason.
   Those water skiers....

   VAUGHN
   (interrupting)
   A tragedy.  But that was a boating
   accident; no bites, no sharks,
   nothing but a boating accident.

   BRODY
   Two of them are still missing!

   VAUGHN
   There’s always deaths in these
   waters that never turn up.  Are
   they all shark victims?

   BRODY
   Maybe they are!

Brody’s overstated his case, and he realizes it.

   VAUGHN
   Bullshit.

   BRODY
   (shouting)
   Bullshit?  I’ll give you bullshit
   -- there’s a dead whale out there
   with bites all over it!

   VAUGHN
   (shouting back)
   What am I, an ass?  When you called
   me, I called Elkins, and her bosses.
   Nothing she saw is proof of anything.

   BRODY
   Someone has to do something.

   VAUGHN
   (back in control)
   Don’t push it this time.  If you
   do, it won’t turn out the way you
   want, I guarantee you that.

The two men study each other for a long moment.  Then,

   VAUGHN
   I’ve got to get back to work.

He holds the door for Brody, who walks out as Vaughn lags be-
hind, locking up his sanctum.

CUT TO


76 EXT. AMITY BEACH ROAD - DAY (DUSK) 76

Brody is alone in the jeep, headed for the safety of home and
family.  He drives past the town’s billboard:  it’s covered
with an architect’s rendering of the Amity Holiday Inn .  The
sign reads:  "WHEN IN AMITY, ENJOY THE HOLIDAY INN."

Plastered across it is an added streamer:  "NOW OPEN."  Barely
visible underneath are older notices:  "UNDER CONSTRUCTION,"
and "OPENING IN JUNE."

As Brody passes the sign, he impulsively swings off the main
road and heads down towards the beach.


77 EXT. BEACH - DUSK 77

Brody is on restless patrol, checking the water’s edge as he
continues on home.  As he drives along, he sees:  a clambake;
some teen-agers in a group, necking and dancing; and a few
solitary surfcasters and fishermen.

The beach is deserted, the sun is setting, and Brody and his
jeep have the sand to themselves.  It’s then that he sees
something:


78 BRODY’S POINT OF VIEW 78

A big bow section of a ruined, burnt boat is bobbing in the
surf just off the beach ahead.  It’s a piece of the water-
skiers’ boat; Brody heads towards it.


79 ANGLE ON THE SURF 79

As Brody slows his jeep just short of the water, and gets out
to look at the flotsam.  His shoes get wet.  He backs up onto
dry sand, then tries to edge closer to examine this object.
It bobs up and down in the surf; Brody makes "Get in here"
motions.  The junk resists.

   BRODY
   Come on, give a guy a break.

No response.  He takes off his shoes and socks, and rolls up
his trouser legs.  A silly sight.  He wades into the water
after it.

   BRODY
   Come on.  Here boy.  Come to
Poppa....

It eludes him, and he flounders after it.  A big wave breaks
across his crotch.

   BRODY
   Hoo!  Cold!

He’s almost there, it’s just beyond his reach, he’s got it,
he’s lost it, he has it again, it’s slippery....

   BRODY
   (ad lib)
   Come here.  Come on, Sweetheart.
   You bastard.  A little closer...
   Here y’go....

Then, he’s got it ---

   BRODY
   (exultant)
   Gotcha!


80 CLOSE ON BRODY IN THE WATER 80

As he grabs the ruined wood, and pulls it towards him.  Sud-
denly, the mass of wreckage breaks apart, and something
lunges out of the mess and into Brody.


81 SHOCK CUT CLOSEUP - "THE THING" 81

Brody is suddenly pinned under a soggy charred horror; the
gory remains of Diane, burnt beyond recognition,: flesh peeled
away, discolored, charred, ruined by days in salt water. He
screams, and scrabbles in the wet sand, trying to get out
of the dreadful clutches of the half-human thing he’s dredged
from the water.


82 ANGLE ON BRODY 82

Extricating himself, puking, retching, splashing water on his
face, washing his hands frantically, just behind him, The
Thing lying on the sand, a gruesome joke played by the sea.

DISSOLVE TO


83 INT. BRODY’S OFFICE - NIGHT - EXTREME CLOSEUP - CYANIDE BOTTLE 83

Macro close on a pharmaceutical bottle of Sodium Cyanide,
from which a syringe is withdrawing a healthy dose.  Follow
the syringe and reveal Brody, working at his desk in the
deserted office.  He is injecting the deadly chemical into
some jacketed .38 hollow-point ammunition; a dozen cartridges
are lined up in neat array, he is filling the last of them,
sealing the points with wax from a burning red candle.  The
radio scanner is monitoring the local police band:  routine
reports faintly in the b.g. -- a slow night in pre-season Amity.


84 ANGLE ON BRODY 84

As a sound at the door makes him look up.  He hides the odd
gear as Hendricks enters, starched and crisp in his uniform.

   HENDRICKS
   Chief?

   BRODY
   In here.

   HENDRICKS
   I missed you at the funeral home.
   Santos said you were here.

   BRODY
   You didn’t miss much.  Christ, what
   a mess.

   HENDRICKS
   Positive I.D.?

   BRODY
   The woman passenger on the boat
   that blew up.

   HENDRICKS
   Oh.

There’s an awkward pause.  Brody sees the box with the divers’
stuff sitting where it was left earlier.

   BRODY
   What about that camera?

   HENDRICKS
   What camera?

   BRODY
   That one -- from the wreck.  You
   brought it up, did you look inside
   it?

   Hendricks’ guilty look confirms he didn’t.

   BRODY
   Well, what the hell -- might be
   something worth seeing.  Take it
   somewhere and see if there’s film
   in it....

   HENDRICKS
   (catching on)
   If there is, develop it!

   BRODY
   You got it.

The Deputy rummages in the locker, happy to be on the trail.

   HENDRICKS
   I know just where to go.

   BRODY
   Not the drugstore!

   HENDRICKS
   Of course not,  They’re closed.
   Phil Fogarty’s place.  He’ll do it
   for me.

   BRODY
   The drugstore’s closed?  What the
   hell time is it?

   HENDRICKS
   Nine-thirty, ten maybe.

   BRODY
   Shit -- I’m late for dinner...
   Close up, okay?

And he runs for the door, the speed-loaders with the Cyanide
bullets safely in his pocket.

   BRODY
   (at the door)
   Oh yeah -- I’m expecting a long
   distance call, very important.
   Give them my home phone.

   HENDRICKS
   Right.

Brody pats his pockets to make sure the speed-loaders are
safe inside, then exits.  As Hendricks watches him go,


85 OMITTED 85

CUT TO


86 EXT. BRODY HOUSE - NIGHT 86

Brody’s jeep pulls up, and he gets out, beat.  He is slouching
towards the door when he hears the phone ring inside.  He
perks up, and starts to move faster.

CUT TO


87 INT. BRODY HOUSE - NIGHT 87

Ellen is on the phone in the den as Brody enters the house.
The Kids are on the floor in front of the TV, playing an
electronic video game that pings and beeps softly under the
following.

   ELLEN
   (into the phone)
   Thank you.  I’ll tell him.

   BRODY
   For me?

   ELLEN
   (hanging up)
   Sort of -- Mathew Hooper is aboard
   the research vessel Aurora, presently
   in the Antarctic Ocean, and won’t be
   in radio range until half-past next
   spring.

   BRODY
   Damn.

He starts upstairs, casually concealing the towel-wrapped
package of gun and ammunition.

   MIKE
   Is Hooper coming to dinner?

   BRODY
   Not till next year.

He goes upstairs, Ellen waits a few beats, then follows him.

CUT TO


88 INT. BRODY HOUSE - UPSTAIRS - NIGHT 88

Brody comes up the stairs and goes into the bedroom, where
he carefully puts the gun in the bed table.  Ellen finds him.

   BRODY
   Oh, hi -- How was dinner?

   ELLEN
   Oh, perfect -- a 75 per cent family
   affair.  Where were you?

   BRODY
   (getting up)
   Santos’ place.

They both know what that means -- the morgue.  Brody goes
into the bathroom and starts scrubbing his hands compulsively.


89 INT. BRODY HOUSE - BATHROOM AND HALLWAY - NIGHT 89

Ellen follows Brody, watches as he washes under too-hot
water.

   BRODY
   Oww!

   ELLEN
   Careful.  What’s wrong?

   BRODY
   Nothing.

   ELLEN
   Nothing, huh?

   BRODY
   That’s what I said.  Is there any
   of that hand cleaner stuff?

   ELLEN
   Use the little brush there.  Why
   were you at Santos’?

   BRODY
   Found one of the missing victims
   from that boat deal.

   ELLEN
   Oh.  Want to talk about it?

   BRODY
   No.

   ELLEN
   Terrific.

Mike comes up the stairs, and is starting into his room when
Brody spots him; Sean is just behind him.

   BRODY
   Michael.

   MIKE
   Yeah?

   BRODY
   You want to come here a minute?

Mike shrugs and crosses to his father; Sean whizzes past on
into his room.

   SEAN
   Hi Dad.

   BRODY
   Hiya yourself.

   MIKE
   What is it?

He expects something:  this is a formal audience with the
Head of The House.

   BRODY
   I got something for you to do
   tomorrow.

   MIKE
   I kind of had plans....

   BRODY
   Sailing?
   (Mike nods)
   Forget it.  You’re beached.
   Grounded.  No more boats.

   MIKE
   Hey, come on....

   BRODY
   No backtalk!  I spoke to Upton, at
   the beach, and he’s got a job for
   you there.  You can work until
   school starts.

   ELLEN
   All summer?

   BRODY
   He wanted a job, he’s got one.  I
   want to see that boat out of the
   water by tomorrow night.

We see Sean’s door opening as he peeps into the hall to see
what the fuss is about.


89-A ANGLE ON SEAN’S DOOR 89-A

It opens a few inches, he looks out at the grownups and his
brother, decides he wants no part of this, and quietly
closes the door.

   MIKE (o.s.)
   Dad, please....

   BRODY (o.s.)
   Tomorrow night.  Out of the water.


89-B ANGLE ON THE HALLWAY 89-B

Mike silently storms into his room, not-so-silently slamming
the door as he exits.  From inside the room, loud rock music
muffled behind the door -- an expression of teen-age rebel-
lion.

   ELLEN
   Not so loud!

The music lowers its volume.  Brody turns to go into the
bedroom, to take his shoes off, to go to bed....

   BRODY
   I know what you’re going to say.

   ELLEN
   Do you?

   BRODY
   (on the bed)
   In the city, it happened all the
   time -- some Kid o.d.’s on a rooftop,
   top, a drunk gets cut in pieces
   under the Brooklyn local, old
   people die alone in shitty
   apartments and three weeks later
   someone calls the cops because of
   the smell and the flies.  Call the
   cops.  What are we, immune?

   ELLEN
   It was bad, wasn’t it.

   BRODY
   The goddamn smell is always the
   same.
   (he shudders at
   the recollection)

   ELLEN
   Are you going to be able to sleep?

   BRODY
   Yeah.   I think so.
   (he raises
   his voice)
   Mike!  Keep it down, for chrissake!

Ellen gets up, and quietly closes the door.  The upstairs
hallway is empty, the doors closed.  The Brody household
compartmented and closed for the night.

DISSOLVE TO


90 EXT. AMITY BEACH - DAY 90

The familiar striped cabanas flank the white sands; there’s
a crowd of midweek seasonal tourists and locals oblivious to
the tall steel tower that dominates the beach.

A classy van outfitted for passengers pulls into the parking
area, followed by Vaughn’s Cadillac; the parking attendant
waves them into a preferential area, where they disembark:
Vaughn, Peterson, Ellen, and some more prospects, including a
woman named Bryant and her daughter, Renee.

   PETERSON
   This is the town beach; the devel-
   opment naturally has its own
   private access, but I wanted you
   to see the concession area.  Look
   at that sand -- like sugar!

He scoops up a handful of the fine powder.  Ellen directs the
attention of the photographers.

   ELLEN
   During the summer, the sun sets
   right there...
   (she points)
   Over the water.  Beautiful.

   VAUGHN
   (to Ellen)
   I’ll say hello for you.

Ellen nods, preoccupied.  Vaughn strolls away, headed in the
direction of the cabanas.  Mary Nichols, a local Selectwoman,
emerges from behind the counter of one of the concessions.

   NICHOLS
   Hello -- selling some more of the
   good life?

   ELLEN
   A piece here, a piece there, it
   all adds up.

   NICHOLS
   Your husband’s been here all morn-
   ing.  What’s he doing?

   ELLEN
   (good-naturedly)
   His job.

Michael Brody, dressed in township workman’s coveralls, is
repainting some flaking woodwork.  Sean is happily mixing
paint.  Vaughn joins them.

   VAUGHN
   Your dad got you working?

   MIKE
   Yeah.


He continues his chore, without enthusiasm.

   SEAN
   I’m helping.

   VAUGHN
   You know where your dad is?

   MIKE
   Up there.

He points at the tower.

   VAUGHN
   Oh, for Christ’s sake.

He crosses briskly to where Peterson is finishing.

   PETERSON
   And if you have any questions
   about recreational possibilities,
   Ellen Brody here will be happy to
   answer them.

   VAUGHN
   Len, can I see you a minute?

Peterson excuses himself and joins the Mayor.

   PETERSON
   I think we got a couple of live ones.

   VAUGHN
   Brody’s riding his tower.

   PETERSON
   (looking up)
   Oh, shit.


91 BRODY IN THE TOWER 91

sweeping the water with binoculars, restless eyes trying to
scan everything, a grim watchman high over the heads of the
unseeing crowd.


92 ON THE WATER 92

Larry Vaughn, Jr. comes skimming in close to the surf.  Bob
is handling the sheets, Larry is giving young Jackie sailing
lessons -- at the moment he’s showing her how the tiller
works.  He’s on her like glue.

   JACKIE
   This is fun!  Can we go faster?

   LARRY
   (to Bob)
   Trim.

Bob does, Larry trims the main, and the hull lifts.

   JACKIE
   Yay!

She snuggles in Larry’s arms.  He waves to someone.

   LARRY
   That’s my dad!

Jackie waves without seeing.


93 ON THE BEACH 93

Vaughn waves back, preoccupied.  Near him, Mike Brody looks
up, his face grim, jealous, and now a little nuts.  He
splashes paint onto the wood with angry abandon.

   VAUGHN
   (to Peterson)
   Wave to my son.

   PETERSON
   (waving)
   How the hell do we get him down.
   from there?

   VAUGHN
   Maybe nobody will notice.  Let’s
   get them back in the bus.

Mrs. Bryant approaches them, tugging her daughter.

   MRS. BRYANT
   Renee wants to know what that man
   is doing way up there?

   PETERSON
   He’s, ah, watching.  A lookout.

   MRS. BRYANT
   For what?

   RENEE
   (a precocious
   little girl)
   It’s a shark tower.  I saw one in
   Florida.  He’s looking for sharks.

   VAUGHN
   It’s an observation platform.
   That’s our Chief of Police.  He’s
   just checking it.

   PETERSON
   Normally,  it’s used for, ah, bird-
   watching.  Nature observation.
   Weather measurements, that sort
   of thing.
   (a little
   desperate)
   Ellen, we’re running late!

   ELLEN
   Okay.  Folks, if we could get back
   on, we’ll show you the country club,
   and stop for lunch....

At the mention of lunch, the prospects, all hungry, begin
flocking back into the van.  Peterson herds them along.

   PETERSON
   The country club has an 18-hole
   course, putting greens, and twelve
   tennis courts....

CUT TO


94 BRODY iN THE TOWER 94

still scanning.  His body suddenly tenses.  There’s something
out there.  He mashes his binoculars to his eyes, trying to
get a better look.


95 HIS POINT OF VIEW (PROCESS) 95

Through the binoculars, something big and black, moving
under the buoys and into the swimming area.


96 BRODY AGAIN 96

He can’t believe it.  But looking past him, we can see it with
the unaided eye:  a seething dark mass, moving through the
water towards the unprotected bathers.

   BRODY
   (screaming)
   Out of the water!  Everyone out
   of the water!

No one can hear him.  A few little faces look up, unable to
catch what he’s saying.  He starts climbing down the ladder
shouting.

   BRODY
   Get out of the water!  Tell every-
   one to get out:  Now:  Out of the
   water!


97 ANGLE ON PETERSON, VAUGHN, AND NICHOLS 97

reacting.

   VAUGHN
   (recalling
   another panic)
   Oh, my God....

   PETERSON
   What the hell is he doing?

   NICHOLS
   Oh, no!


97-A ELLEN, MIKE, AND SEAN 97-A

looking up, startled at Brody’s sudden panic.


98 THE WATER 98

The dark mass almost on top of the swimmers, who are starting
to look around.  Most of them are oblivious to what’s happen-
ing on shore.


99 FOLLOW BRODY 99

as his feet hit the sand and he starts running for the water,
fumbling for his gun and the speed-loader with the cyanide
bullets.  He is bumping into people, knocking little kids
over, stepping on blankets and umbrellas, a madman.

   BRODY
   Out of the water!  Now!  Everyone!


99-A VAUGHN 99-A

running too, half-stumbling, half-believing, remembering....


99-B ELLEN 99-B

moving after her husband, while Mike steadies Sean, holding
the impulsive kid back.

   ELLEN
   (seeing
   something)
   Martin!  No!


99-C ANGLE ON BRODY AGAIN 99-C

The gun is out now, he’s trying draw a bead on the shape
in the water; chest heaving, he tries to steady his shaky
grip.  People see the gun and scream, throwing themselves
flat on the sand, running, some of them going into the water.

   BRODY
   No!  Don’t go in!  Stay out!
   Stay clear!

He fires.  Again.  Bullets ricochet off the water, howling
towards the horizon.  Real panic now.  Four more shots.

Reloading, ejected rounds falling bright into the sand, Brody
on his knees, fumbling with bullets.


99-D ANGLE ON A LIFEGUARD 99-D

standing on his platform, shocked, watching the Chief of
Police fumbling with his gun.

   LIFEGUARD
   It’s bluefish!  It’s a school of
   bluefish!  Chief!  It’s bluefish!


100 ANGLE ON THE WATER 100

It is bluefish -- a tight mass of them, churning up the water
in a dark, dense group.  The swimmers look around, confused
by the shots and excitement.

   A SWIMMER
   What’s going on?

   ANOTHER SWIMMER
   Fish!  Anyone got a net?

   3RD SWIMMER
   Someone get me a rod and reel!

Laughter defuses the tension in the water; bathers move
around, some getting closer to see the fish, others leaving
the water to join friends and families on the sand.


101 ANGLE ON THE BEACH 101

where Brody is now standing, panting, coming down as a crowd
collects at a safe distance around him:  Ellen emerges from
a group that includes Vaughn, Peterson, and Nichols.

   BRODY
   Sorry.  I’m sorry.  False alarm....

Curious crowd murmurs as they watch this lunacy.  Brody
realizes he’s fired his weapon, that spent shells litter
the sand at his feet.

   BRODY
   Okay, it’s all over, go on, it’s
   over.  No trouble....

Ellen joins him.

   ELLEN
   It’s okay.  It’s over....

Brody drops to his knees, fumbling for the cyanide bullets
in his gun, trying to put things in order, scrabbling in
the sand for the empty shells.

The crowd is curious and embarrassed.  Some turn away, others
drift back to their blankets, talking about what’s just hap-
pened, others stare rudely.  Brody is coming apart.

   BRODY
   It’s all right, everything’s all
   right....

Sean emerges from the crowd, and helps his daddy pick up the
bullets, Ellen moves to disperse the rudely curious.

   ELLEN (o.s.)
   Let’s go, everyone...Mrs. Bryant,
   Len, please....


101-A CLOSE ON BRODY AND SEAN 101-A

He sees Sean, his eyes fill with tears, and he grabs the kid
in a fierce hug.

DISSOLVE TO


102 INT. TOWN HALL - DAY 102

A hurriedly called meeting of the town’s Selectmen is in
session:  Vaughn, Peterson, and three others:  Kaiser, an
old man still in his grocery clerk’s apron; Sansom; and
Nichols, the woman on the beach.

   VAUGHN
   Brody’s a good man.

   KAISER
   Nobody says he isn’t.

   PETERSON
   You should’ve been out there.  You
   should’ve seen him waving that gun,
   like a maniac.  There were shots
   fired!

   VAUGHN
   He thought he had a good reason.

   MS. NICHOLS
   But that’s not rational behavior!

   PETERSON
   That’s what I’m saying!

   VAUGHN
   How many people were there?

   MS. NICHOLS
   Hundred!  Literally hundreds.
   What are they going to say about us?

   PETERSON
   (to Vaughn)
   Larry, I’m a businessman, trying
   to make a buck like anybody else.

   VAUGHN
   So?  So?

   PETERSON
   So it can’t be done like that.  The
   man’s a menace, plain and simple.

   VAUGHN
   Look, what am I supposed to do?
   It’s done, it’s over.  We have to
   deal with the consequences.

   SANSOM
   That’s what we’re here to do.

   VAUGHN
   All right.  Let’s go into my
   office, where we can have a little
   privacy.


103 ANGLE FROM INSIDE VAUGHN’S OFFICE 103

as the selectmen troop into the cramped quarters.  Vaughn
deliberately closes the door as they find seats around
the room.

   VAUGHN
   I believe we have a quorum, and
   informally, I suggest we call this
   meeting an executive session and
   dispense with minutes....

CUT TO


103-A INT. BRODY’S OFFICE - DAY 103-A

Brody, alone, is sitting at his desk, morosely studying a
little gold statuette of a pistol marksman.  What’s done
is done, and Brody is trying to figure out how to live with
it.  The phone rings, is answered in the other room.  The
buzzer sounds.  Brody picks up his end.

   BRODY
   Polly, no calls, please...
   (she insists)
   Okay, okay.
   (he punches
   a button)
   Hello...Phil?  Fogarty?. . .What
   pictures.. I’ll be right down....

He slams down the phone and gets up to go, suddenly possessed
with a purpose.

CUT TO


104 INT. DARKROOM - DAY 104

Amid the equipment, clutter and proofs, some shots of the
holidome opening, drying on wires.  Phil Fogarty, the indig-
nant fat man and town photographer, is locking the door
behind an impatient Brody.

   PHIL
   I don’t know what you did, but that
   kid stopped.  I haven’t heard one
   peep, not one ’breaker breaker’
   for days.  Believe me, it’s a
   pleasure....

   BRODY
   You said something about a camera.

   PHIL
   Sure, sure -- Jeff Hendricks
   brought in this camera, see, from
   underwater, and I didn’t know how
   to get it open, but my brother-in-
   law, in Montauk, he works at a hi-
   fi store, and they sell cameras,
   so he....

   BRODY
   (interrupting)
   Did you get any pictures?

   PHIL
   Well, yeah, I did, that’s the
   funny thing.  You can’t tell much
   from the negatives, I was going
   to blow ’em up.  Here’s a test
   I did....

He holds out an 8 x 10 proof, Brody snatches it from him.


104-A INSERT - PHOTOGRAPH 104-A

Brody stares down at it.  Sure enough, the ghostly outlines
of the Orca, underwater, a diver on the deck making a
gesture at the camera.

   BRODY (O.S.)
   Oh, Jesus.  That boat....


105 ANGLE ON BRODY AND PHIL 105

   PHIL
   Not bad -- that’s a real fast
   lens, probably 1.4.  Look at the
   diffusion, though....

   BRODY
   What else you got?

   PHIL
   Let’s see -- you got a minute?

   BRODY
   Come on, Phil, don’t jerk me around.

   PHIL
   Okay, okay -- stand over there....

He gestures, Brody steps to one side of a table with some
big enamel pans for washing and developing prints.  Phil
switches to a red light, and takes some printing paper,
putting it under the enlarger.


105-A QUICK CUTS: 105-A

--  Enlarger light going on.

--  Timer ticking, the hand turning.

--  Quick negative images: water, boat, diver, hand, boat
    again, tantalizing fragments of the opening sequence
    projected on the enlarger’s flat base.

--  Hypo and Developer sloshing in a pan under Phil’s hands.

--  Brody staring down.


106 INSERT (PROCESS) 106

Quietly gaining contrast in a pan of developer, a print of
what at first looks like seaweed, then is unmistakably the
grinning jaws of the Great White.


106 SUBLIMINAL FLASH CUT - SHARK 106

A quick nightmare vision of Brody, alone in a sinking Orca,
trapped in a battered cabin interior; a Great White crashes
through the glass, its head huge as it lunges.


106-A INSERT PHOTOGRAPH IN DEVELOPER (PROCESS) 106-A

The close-up detail of this otherwise blurred and unreadable
photo is unmistakably a detail from a very close view of the
snapping jaws of a Great White; if you hadn’t seen it as a
memory, it would make no sense at all.  For Brody, the meaning
is all too clear; for anyone who’s never seen the monster
face-to-face, it’s nothing.

   BRODY (o.s.)
   (shaken)
   That one there.  That one....

Phil’s hands, holding plastic tongs, gently slosh the print
in the bath.  The shark’s features are indistinguishable from
the surrounding detail.

CUT TO


107 EXT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT 107

Brody walks into view, and starts up the steps into the town
hall, already lit from within.  He’s carrying a large envelope.


108 108
and OMITTED and
109 109


110 INT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT 110

The Selectmen (Kaiser, Sansom, Nichols), Len Peterson, and
Vaughn are seated informally around the big table.

   PETERSON
   (looking up)
   Speak of the devil.

Brody enters, carrying the envelope with the photo.

   BRODY
   Thank God you guys were all together.
   I got something for you.  Proof!

   VAUGHN
   Martin, this is kind of an official
   meeting

   BRODY
   Perfect.  Look at this ---

He fumbles with the envelope.

   VAUGHN
   Chief -- the Board of Selectmen
   has a question only you can answer.

   BRODY
   (preoccupied)
   What?

   PETERSON
   Is Jeff Hendricks qualified to fill
   in as an interim Chief of Police
   in your absence?

   BRODY
   Temporarily?  Uh...sure....

The question’s out of left field.  Why are they asking?

   NICHOLS
   So Jeff could handle things?  He
   knows the routine, he has the
   authority?

   BRODY
   Yeah.  Why?

   PETERSON
   It came up during the meeting.

   BRODY
   Look -- I just got this from Phil
   Fogarty.  It was in the camera
   belonging to the missing divers.
   It proves I was right, all along.

He throws the picture down in front of them.  They bend over
to study it, pass it around, look at it.

   KAISER (simultaneous)    NICHOLS
Seaweed? It’s underwater, isn’t it?
That’s why it’s so dark.

   SANSOM
   I don’t know -- what is it?

   BRODY
   It’s a shark!  A Great White!
   Jesus, it’s right there!

He snatches up the photo.


111 INSERT PHOTO 111

Just as before, an ambiguous pattern of light and dark; not
proof of anything without Brody’s inner vision.

   VAUGHN (o.s.)
   It’s nothing I can see.


112 ANGLE ON BRODY 112

waving the picture.

   BRODY
   What are you all, blind?  It’s a
   shark.  Look -- teeth, jaw, gills.

   PETERSON
   Is that what it is?

   BRODY
   You’re damn right that’s what it is.

   NICHOLS
   I’m sorry, I just don’t see it.

Sansom and Kaiser agree, ad lib, "That’s nothing...."

   VAUGHN
   Martin, it could be anything.

   BRODY
   (exploding)
   What the hell does it take to make
   sense to you numbskulls?  Jesus,
   it’s right there in front of you.
   I know what a goddamn shark looks
   like, I’ve been through it, don’t
   you understand?  I’ve seen this
   sonofabitch before!

The Selectmen look at each other in the face of Brody’s
agitation.  Tempers are running high.

   PETERSON
   What have you seen before?  This
   is nothing.  Seaweed.  Mud.  Some-
   thing in the lens.

   BRODY
   My ass!

   VAUGHN
   Be reasonable, please....

   PETERSON
   (to Vaughn)
   Forget it, he won’t listen.

   BRODY
   There is nothing to discuss.

   PETERSON
   (blowing up)
   Will you listen to this man?
   Will you just listen to him?
   (to Brody)
   You really caused a panic on a
   public beach, you shoot up the
   place, God knows who could’ve been
   injured -- what if somebody de-
   cides to sue us?  That could ruin
   us.

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