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Jaws 2 Movie Script

Writer(s) : Carl Gottlieb, Howard Sackler

Genres : Adventure, Horror, Thriller

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                                         "JAWS 2"

                                  Final Draft Screenplay

                                            by

                                      Carl Gottlieb

                                     Based on a Story

                                            by

                                      Howard Sackler

                

               FADE IN:

               UNDERWATER - DAY

               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.

               SEA BOTTOM - DAY

               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.

               ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW

               Distant flashes, obscured by vegetation in the foreground.

               SEA BOTTOM, THE ORCA

               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.

               BERT'S POINT OF VIEW - CAMERA VIEWFINDER (PROCESS)

               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.

               OCEAN BOTTOM, INSERT

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

                                                         MATCH DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. OCEAN - SUNDOWN

               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:

               EXT. AMITY BEACH - DAY

               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 formally 
                         dedicate this magnificent resort-
                         hotel complex, a worthwhile addition 
                         to the recreational paradise we call 
                         Amity.

               ANGLE ON THE DAIS

               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
                 Couldn't help it. 
                 Hendricks over there...
                    (he indicates his 
                    deputy)
                 ...still has the keys 
                 to the jeep in his 
                 pocket, and I couldn't 
                 find the spares.

                         ELLEN
                 Terrific. Act as if 
                 you've been here all 
                 along.

                         BRODY
                 How'm I supposed to do 
                 that?

                         ELLEN
                 Look bored. 

                                                       VAUGHN
                                                  (droning along)
                                               Holiday Inn joins the Amity 
                                               Shores development 
                                               condominium complex in a 
                                               welcome expression renewed 
                                               interest in Amity Island 
                                               as the hub of the Northeast 
                                               Recreational Vacation 
                                               Wonderland. We're happy 
                                               once again to be in the 
                                               center of things, where 
                                               the action is... We've had 
                                               our share of hard times 
                                               and long winters and the 
                                               past few years have not 
                                               been easy. But today, the 
                                               sun is rising on a new 
                                               Amity, a new island filled 
                                               with promise.
                                                  (applause)
                                               Len Peterson's Amity Shores 
                                               Development is an exciting 
                                               addition 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...

               ANGLE ON VAUGHN

                                     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 competition 
                         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.

               ANGLE ON THE BAND

               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:

               ANGLE ON DAIS

               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 noticed, 
                         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.

               ANGLE ON TINA

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE CEREMONY

               Tina cuts the ribbon, and Tom Andrews, a local diver, pushes 
               a decorated float out into the pool; sparklers sputter, 
               balloons 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. Refreshments 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:

               INT. HOLIDOME - LATER

               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 exchange 
               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:

               ANGLE ON MICHAEL BRODY - NEAR THE BAND

               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:

               INT./EXT. HOLIDOME PATIO/TERRACE - NIGHT

               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 
               ravaged, 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.

               ANGLE ON BRODY AND ELLEN

                                     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 exchange 
               a look, nod agreement, and Brody boosts the bottle, sneaking 
               it out of the building while Ellen giggles.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. BRODY BEDROOM - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE BED

               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:

               EXT. AMITY STREET   DAY

               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.

               EXT. DOCKSIDE, AMITY - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE BOAT

               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.

               ANGLE ON BRODY AND THE KIDS

               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.

               EXT. DOCKSIDE - DAY

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

                         POLO
                 Anyone want to sail to 
                 the lighthouse?

                         PATRICK
                 Machs nix to me.

                         LUCY
                 Anyone got a spare 
                 mooring line? Mine's 
                 shot.

                         TINA
                 I've got one...

                                                       SEAN
                                               Can I go too?

                                                       MIKE
                                               No.

                                                       SEAN
                                               Please.

                                                       MIKE
                                               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.

               FOLLOW SEAN OFF THE DOCK

               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.

               CLOSE ON ANDY AND MIKE

                                     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:

               EXT. HARBOR - DAY

               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.

               EXT. HARBOR, ABOARD MIKE'S BOAT - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE ON A RED CATAMARAN, "SIZZLER"

               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?

               ANGLE ON THE SIZZLER AND FELIX

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

                                     BOB
                         Way to go!

               QUICK CUTS: FUN AT SEA

               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:

               UNDERWATER NEAR THE ORCA - DAY

               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:

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY

               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:

               INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - DAY

               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 talking 
                         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 
                         disturbance, 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 Parking" 
                         ordinance on Beach Road?

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

                         WOMAN
                    (continuing)
                 Albert keeps coming 
                 around when I'm with 
                 gentlemen friends and 
                 he throws mud on their 
                 cars...

                                                       2ND MAN
                                                  (eager to be heard)
                                               Every time there's an out-
                                               of-state car in my driveway, 
                                               I lose another 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 behind 
               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
                 Chief, I've been telling 
                 Mrs. Prendergast that 
                 it's no good just 
                 talking about Albert, 
                 she's got to do 
                 something...

                                                       2ND MAN
                                               Look -- the township is 
                                               responsible for protecting 
                                               life and property, and my 
                                               property is unprotected... 

               As Brody turns to deal with the mess, we:

                                                                    CUT TO:

               UNDERWATER

               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:

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE BEACH

               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.

               EXT. BEACH HOUSE - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE SKIERS

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

               CLOSE ON TERRY

               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.

               UNDERWATER

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

               ON THE SURFACE

               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.

               UNDERWATER

               Closing in on the wake, crossing it.

               TERRY - ON THE SURFACE

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE BOAT

               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.

               ANGLE ON TERRY

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

               UNDERWATER

               Closing in on the thrashing figure.

               TERRY

               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.

               IN THE BOAT - DIANE

               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.

               DISTANT ANGLE ON THE BOAT - FROM THE BEACH

               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....

               ANGLE ON THE BOAT - CLOSE

               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.

               CLOSE ON THE SHARK

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

               DIANE

               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.

               EXT. BEACH - DAY - ED AND TINA

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

               EXT. PORCH - DAY

               Mrs. Witherspoon looks up, startled by the sudden tragedy.

               She gets up to go to the phone, indoors, and we:

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY - AMITY POLICE BOAT

               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.

               BRODY ON SHORE

               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:

               EXT. AMITY - DAY

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

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               ABROAD THE POLICE BOAT - NIGHT

               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.

               INSERT - THE WINCH CABLE

               It goes taut with a sudden strain.

               ANGLE ON HENDRICKS

               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...

               ANGLE ON THE WATER

               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:

               INT. BRODY KITCHEN - DAY

               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.

               INT. DEN - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE ON MIKE AND BRODY

                                     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.

               INT. KITCHEN

               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 
                         anything, 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:

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE ON BROOKE AND JACKIE

                                     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:

               EXT. LIGHTHOUSE - DAY

               spectacular view from the top of the old lighthouse, showing 
               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!

               ANGLE ON THE SAND

               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 for 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...

               ANGLE ON ED & TINA

               running towards a dune and over it.

               ANGLE ON MASSIVE SHAPE

               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.

               CLOSEUP - TINA

               reacting.

                                     TINA
                         Yech!

               HER POINT OF VIEW

               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:

               LONG SHOT -  SAND AND WHALE

               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:

               ANGLE ON BRODY, HENDRICKS AND A WOMAN

               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?

               ANGLE ON THE WHALE

               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.

               ANGLE ON BRODY AND MIKE

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

                         MIKE
                 We came out in my boat.

                         BRODY
                 Andy can sail in it.

                         MIKE
                 I got a date!

                         BRODY
                 She'll understand.

                         MIKE
                 She won't. 

                                                       ELKINS
                                               Lower jaw displaced and 
                                               lacerated by predator 
                                               attempt to seize the tongue. 
                                               Additional large tissue 
                                               loss in the dorsal and sub-
                                               dorsal areas, as well as 
                                               the caudal. Oriamal bite 
                                               radius 37 inches, allowing 
                                               for salt-water erosion and 
                                               subsequent small predator 
                                               and scavenger tissue 
                                               attacks...

               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)

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. AMITY TOWN HALL - DAY

               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.

               INT. VAUGHN'S OFFICE - DAY

               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 everything 
                         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 
               behind, locking up his sanctum.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. AMITY BEACH ROAD - DAY (DUSK)

               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.

               EXT. BEACH - DUSK

               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:

               BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW

               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 
               waterskiers' boat; Brody heads towards it.

               ANGLE ON THE SURF

               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!

               CLOSE ON BRODY IN THE WATER

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

               SHOCK CUT CLOSEUP - "THE THING"

               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.

               ANGLE ON BRODY

               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:

               INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - NIGHT - EXTREME CLOSEUP - CYANIDE 
               BOTTLE

               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.

               ANGLE ON BRODY

               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,

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. BRODY HOUSE - NIGHT

               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:

               INT. BRODY HOUSE - NIGHT

               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 -- Matthew 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:

               INT. BRODY HOUSE - UPSTAIRS - NIGHT

               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.

               INT. BRODY HOUSE - BATHROOM AND HALLWAY - NIGHT

               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.

               ANGLE ON SEAN'S DOOR

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE HALLWAY

               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 
               rebellion.

                                     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:

               EXT. AMITY BEACH - DAY

               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 
                         development 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 morning. 
                         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.

               BRODY IN THE TOWER

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

               ON THE WATER

               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.

               ON THE BEACH

               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:

               BRODY IN THE TOWER

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

               HIS POINT OF VIEW (PROCESS)

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

               BRODY AGAIN

               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 everyone 
                         to get out! Now! Out of the water!

               ANGLE ON PETERSON, VAUGHN, AND NICHOLS

               reacting.

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

                                     PETERSON
                         What the hell is he doing?

                                     NICHOLS
                         Oh, no!

               ELLEN, MIKE, AND SEAN

               Looking up, startled at Brody's sudden panic.

               THE WATER

               The dark mass almost on top of the swimmers, who are starting 
               to look around. Most of them are oblivious to what's happening 
               on shore.

               FOLLOW BRODY

               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!

               VAUGHN

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

               ELLEN

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

                                     ELLEN
                              (seeing something)
                         Martin! No!

               ANGLE ON BRODY AGAIN

               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.

               ANGLE ON A LIFEGUARD

               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!

               ANGLE ON THE WATER

               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.

               ANGLE ON THE BEACH

               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 
               happened, 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...

               CLOSE ON BRODY AND SEAN

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

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. TOWN HALL - DAY

               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.

               ANGLE FROM INSIDE VAUGHN'S OFFICE

               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:

               INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - DAY

               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:

               INT. DARKROOM - DAY

               Amid the equipment, clutter and proofs, some shots of the 
               holidome opening, drying on wires. Phil Fogarty, the indignant 
               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.

               INSERT - PHOTOGRAPH

               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...

               ANGLE ON BRODY AND PHIL

                                     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.

               QUICK CUTS:

               --  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.

               INSERT (PROCESS)

               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.

               SUBLIMINAL FLASH CUT - SHARK

               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.

               INSERT PHOTOGRAPH IN DEVELOPER (PROCESS)

               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:

               EXT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT

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

               INT. TOWN HALL - NIGHT

               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
                 Seaweed?

                                                       NICHOLS
                                               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.

               INSERT PHOTO

               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.

               ANGLE ON BRODY

               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. Something 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 decides to sue us? 
                         That could ruin us.

                                     BRODY
                         Is that what it is? Dollars? Money? 
                         I'll pay for it. Take it out of my 
                         salary.

                                     PETERSON
                         You don't make enough.

                                     BRODY
                         Maybe I don't make as much money as 
                         some bullshit rip-off artists around 
                         here, but I don't work the same way.

                                     PETERSON
                         What's that supposed to mean?

                                     BRODY
                         It means I don't like all that grab-
                         ass and heavy breathing with my wife, 
                         it means I know who's out to screw 
                         me here, and it means that I know 
                         something none of you know because 
                         I've been there -- and I don't want 
                         to go through that horror again. 
                         Ever!

               There's a long pause.

                                     VAUGHN
                         Martin, could you wait here for a 
                         few minutes while we make up our 
                         minds about something?

                                     BRODY
                         Go ahead, whatever it's worth.

               The Selectmen file into Vaughn's office, leaving Brody alone 
               in the room. The last one in the door very carefully makes 
               sure it's tightly shut.

               Brody sits alone at the table.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. VAUGHN'S OFFICE - NIGHT

               They are sitting there, deliberating.

                                     PETERSON
                         I won't mention his personal attack 
                         on me.

                                     NICHOLS
                         I've never seen him like this.

                                     PETERSON
                         And Hendricks is qualified, you heard 
                         that from his own mouth.

                                     KAISER
                         We made a motion and it was already 
                         seconded.

                                     VAUGHN
                              (official)
                         Very well then. It is moved and 
                         seconded that Martin Brody be relieved 
                         of his duties as Chief of Police, 
                         his contract with the township be 
                         terminated, and that Jeff Hendricks 
                         be appointed Acting Chief in the 
                         interim. Those in favor?

               All the hands go up.

                                     PETERSON
                         Anyone opposed, or is it unanimous?

               Vaughn's hand goes up, the sole dissent. They stare at him.

                                     VAUGHN
                         I'm sorry, but I respect his 
                         convictions. The motion is carried.

               He goes to the door, and opens it.

                                     VAUGHN
                         Martin? Could you come in please?

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. BRODY HOUSE - NIGHT

               The police jeep pulls up and stops; although the engine's 
               shut down, Brody still sits quietly inside the car. Then his 
               hand appears at the window, and he drops an empty beer can 
               onto the lawn. Clink.

               After a while, he drops another beer can, then another, until 
               the "clinks" tell us he's polished off a six-pack on the way 
               home. Not too steady on his feet, Brody climbs out of the 
               car and starts for the door to his house.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. BRODY HOUSE - NIGHT

               Ellen is working at her desk in the den. She is looking 
               towards the door, expectantly -- it's been an unusually long 
               pause between car arrival and husband arrival. Brody enters.

                                     ELLEN
                         Hi. I closed a sale today, without 
                         Len. That's $1200 commission, if the 
                         papers go through.

                                     BRODY
                         That's great.

                                     ELLEN
                         Sean's asleep.

                                     BRODY
                         That's great too. Gorgeous.

               He takes a long look at her.

                                     BRODY
                         You look about 22 years old sitting 
                         there. Like you were doing homework...

               He goes to join her, bumping into some furniture in the dimly 
               lit room. Ellen has a beer and sandwich half-finished on her 
               desk; Brody takes a healthy swallow from the beer.

                                     ELLEN
                              (sensitive)
                         What's wrong?

                                     BRODY
                         Ooohh, nothing. I just got fired, 
                         that's all.

               He tosses the photo sloppily on the desk.

                                     ELLEN
                         What?

                                     BRODY
                         What'd I say?

                                     ELLEN
                         That you were fired.

                                     BRODY
                         Then that's what I meant. Fired. 
                         Canned. Out on my fanny. The Selectmen 
                         just made Hendricks the new Chief of 
                         Police. Just like that.

                                     ELLEN
                         Because of today? The beach?

                                     BRODY
                              (expansively)
                         No sweat. A blessing in disguise. 
                         Back to the city, you can go to 
                         Bloomingdale's without waiting six 
                         hours for the ferryboat... we're 
                         surrounded by water here, you realize 
                         that? Me, surrounded by water... 
                         Ridiculous.

                                     ELLEN
                         Stop that! We're not going any place. 
                         You love it here. Tell me what the 
                         hell happened!

                                     BRODY
                         Showed them the photo, showed them 
                         the goddamn Shark, big as life. They 
                         didn't see it. Not like me. Not like 
                         the poor son-of-a-bitch who snapped 
                         this li'l picture... He's out there, 
                         somewhere... I shot off my gun, shot 
                         off my big mouth, so they fired me...

                                     ELLEN
                              (studying the photo)
                         Honey, this is nothing... I don't 
                         know what it is. What did they...

                                     BRODY
                              (going on)
                         ...Everybody wants the job. No one 
                         wants the authority. Except Hendricks. 
                         Fine. He can go out there in that 
                         precious boat, and when he looks 
                         whitey in his big mouth he can just 
                         call me. Call me in New York... tell 
                         him to kiss my ass...

                                     ELLEN
                              (seeing his pain)
                         They have no right to treat you like 
                         that. You've given them everything. 
                         For four years, you've protected 
                         this town, the people on this 
                         island...

                                     BRODY
                         Fired me!
                              (at Ellen)
                         I'm not a hysterical man. I'm 
                         responsible. I know what I saw...

                                     ELLEN
                         I know you did...

                                     BRODY
                         I try. Goddamnit, I tried... Now, 
                         I'm tired... I can't keep fighting 
                         it... I'm too tired... I'm... I'm...

               Brody's slipping under; the beers and the day have finally 
               overcome him. He slumps in Ellen's arms.

                                     ELLEN
                         You're drunk is what you are...

               She eases him onto the couch, tucking a comforter over his 
               inert shape.

                                     ELLEN
                         Take it easy... Easy...

               ANGLE ON THE STAIRWELL

               Sean comes down the stairs, sleepy, in his pajamas.

                                     SEAN
                         Is dad home? I heard something...

               He comes into the darkened den.

               ELLEN AND SEAN

                                     ELLEN
                         Shhhh. Go back upstairs. Daddy's 
                         sleeping.

               Sean finds the photo, and stares at it idly.

                                     SEAN
                         What's this?

                                     ELLEN
                         Nothing, sweetheart. Seaweed.

               She takes him by his sleepy hand and leads him out of the 
               room, leaving Brody tucked in on the couch, dead to the world.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. NEWSSTORE - NIGHT

               This is the Amity teen-ager's hangout -- a newsstand and 
               pinball arcade with a minimal refreshment counter where soft 
               drinks and submarine sandwiches are dispensed. A jukebox is 
               blaring some n.d. rock music. Present are Donnie, Doug, Timmy, 
               Bob, Larry Vaughn Jr., Brooke, Marge, Denise, Jane, Andy, 
               and Mike. The boys are passing around hot-rod van and custom 
               boat magazines; the girls are looking at Silver Screen, Tiger 
               Beat, People, and Time. Andy and Mike are at the counter, 
               splitting a sandwich.

                                     DOUG
                              (holding a book)
                         That's what I want -- a gaff rig.

                                     TIMMY
                         Gaff rigged? Why not a staysail 
                         schooner? Go anywhere. Look at this -- 
                         the Mayan, an Alden schooner.

                                     BOB
                         Hey, Mike -- I saw your dad over at 
                         the town hall.

                                     MIKE
                         I know.

                                     DOUG
                              (innocently)
                         Did he really freak out at the beach?

                                     MIKE
                         I don't know.

                                     ANDY
                         Hey, it's all bullshit. Anyone want 
                         to play pong for money?

               No one does. There's a bustle at the door, and some couples 
               enter from the movies: Patrick and Lucy, Ed and Tina, Polo 
               and Jackie. There are a lot of ad-lib greetings;

                                     LARRY
                         How was the show?

                                     ED
                         Yech.

                                     TINA
                         It was okay.

                                     PATRICK
                         I'd rather go the lighthouse.

                                     LUCY
                         Who wouldn't.

                                     POLO
                         Anyone want to go the lighthouse?

                                     BROOKE
                         Now? At night?

                                     POLO
                         Nah. Tomorrow. Early, spend the day. 
                         My folks left two cases of beer in 
                         the garage.

                                     PATRICK
                         Is it still there?

                                     POLO
                         Nope. Got it in my boat.

                                     LUCY
                         All-right.

                                     JACKIE
                         Let's go for it.

               There's a general ad-lib agreement to organize a day's sailing 
               picnic.

                                     TINA
                         Mike, you going?

                                     MIKE
                         Why shouldn't I?

                                     LARRY
                         I thought you might still be painting 
                         the restrooms at the beach.

               Laughter from the gang.

                                     BROOKE
                         Anyone want a coke or anything?

               They break up into pairs and trios, some going for the soda 
               fountain, others hanging out by the magazines.

               ANGLE ON JACKIE AND MIKE

                                     JACKIE
                         I'd like to go out to the lighthouse 
                         with you.

                                     MIKE
                         I'm not sure I can.

                                     JACKIE
                         It'll be fun, come on!

                                     MIKE
                         Maybe you and Brooke could come over 
                         to the town beach...

                                     JACKIE
                         No way. Everybody's going sailing. 
                         If you don't want to take me, just 
                         say so.

                                     MIKE
                         That's not it. My dad told me not to 
                         go.

                                     JACKIE
                         You do everything your parents tell 
                         you?

                                     MIKE
                         No.

                                     JACKIE
                         Good. I'll be on the dock at eight.
                              (to the gang)
                         Eight o'clock, everybody!

               They ad lib agreement.

                                     JACKIE
                              (aside to Mike)
                         I really want to to be there.
                              (to the crowd)
                         Who's bringing the wine? And who's 
                         got a quarter for the box?

               Brooke takes Mike aside, as Jackie goes to the jukebox.

               Larry is right there with a quarter, standing next to her as 
               they select a tune.

                                     BROOKE
                         She just likes to tease. I think she 
                         really likes you.

                                     MIKE
                         Great.

               Some rock music starts, and we:

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. BRODY BEDROOM - DAY

               Ellen is asleep under the covers, Brody, still in his clothes 
               from the night before, is sprawled on top; obviously he's 
               stumbled upstairs sometime during the night. There's a noise 
               down the hall, from Mike's room. Brody stirs, but doesn't 
               wake up.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. MIKE'S ROOM - DAY

               Mike is holding a lamp that's almost fallen -- the noise we 
               just heard. He's almost dressed, but not quite satisfied 
               with his image in the mirror. He takes off his clean shirt, 
               and checks a more comfortable, worn shirt. A brief sniff to 
               make sure it's okay for another day, and he puts it on; he 
               tiptoes to the hall, where a noise stops him in his tracks.

               INT. BRODY HALLWAY - DAY

               Mike is frozen in his part-opened bedroom door. Sean's door 
               opens, and little Sean, also fully dressed, comes sneaking 
               out.

                                     SEAN
                              (whispering)
                         You're going out.

                                     MIKE
                         Yeah.

                                     SEAN
                         You're going sailing.

                                     MIKE
                         Maybe.

                                     SEAN
                         Take me.

                                     MIKE
                         No.

                                     SEAN
                              (louder)
                         I want to go with you!

                                     MIKE
                         Quiet!  Shhh!

                                     SEAN
                              (even louder)
                         Michael...

                                     MIKE
                         Okay, okay. Close your door.

               Sean does, and happily tiptoes with exaggerated stealth to 
               Mike; the two of them start downstairs.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. BRODY HOUSE

               Michael and Sean are walking away towards the road into town.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. BRODY UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY

               Brody emerges from the bathroom, dressed in sweatshirt, and 
               cutoffs: no uniform today. He starts downstairs, stopping 
               only to look into Mike's room. It's empty.

                                     BRODY
                         Good morning, America...

               A grin crosses his face -- "My son, the Don Juan..." He goes 
               downstairs.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               INT. BRODY KITCHEN - DAY

               Brody enters from upstairs. He heats coffee. Ellen enters 
               dressed for work. He pours two cups.

                                     ELLEN
                         What're you going to do today?

                                     BRODY
                         Turn in the car. Clean my desk, 
                         explain things to our sons, then 
                         maybe get shit-faced and punch your 
                         boss.

                                     ELLEN
                         I'll give notice.

                                     BRODY
                         Don't rush into it -- we may need 
                         the income.

               She pours the coffee, they drink it for a moment.

                                     BRODY
                         Mike left early. Couldn't wait to 
                         make out. Must be a morning man.

               Ellen and Brody sip their coffee quietly for a few moments.

               Mrs. Silvera arrives, carrying groceries.

                                     MRS. SILVERA
                         Morning. Anything special today?

                         ELLEN
                 Sean's not up yet. You 
                 know what he likes, 
                 just some Fruit Loops 
                 and milk. No candy.

                                                       BRODY
                                               The sink upstairs is busted. 
                                               Try some Drano, or a 
                                               plunger, maybe. Or call 
                                               your brother, the plumber, 
                                               what's his name...

                                     MRS. SILVERA
                         Frankie. He's my cousin.

                                     BRODY
                         Frankie. Okay. Ask him if he needs 
                         an apprentice.

               Brody and Ellen are at the door.

                                     MRS. SILVERA
                         Have a nice day.

               They leave.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. DOCKSIDE - DAY

               The Kids are into their boats, fitting out for a day of 
               recreational offshore sailing. Mike and Andy are readying 
               his Tornado, while Sean gets in the way. In the b.g., 
               Hendricks can be seen puttering around on the Amity police 
               boat.

                                     ANDY
                         If you're beached, why are we doing 
                         this? For practice?

                                     MIKE
                         Yeah.

                                     ANDY
                         Then why are we futzing around the 
                         dock? We can make a few bucks working 
                         at the beach.

               Sean knocks something over, Mike snaps at him.

                                     MIKE
                         Look -- if you're going to get in 
                         the way, you can just go home.

                                     SEAN
                         I'm not in the way. Andy, am I in 
                         the way?

                                     ANDY
                         You're always in the way.

               Marge joins them, scooping Sean up.

                                     MARGE
                         This guy giving you any trouble?

                                     SEAN
                         Put me down!

                                     ANDY
                         Put him down in the water.

                                     MARGE
                              (to Sean)
                         You want to go out in my boat?

                                     SEAN
                         Yeah.

                                     MIKE
                         Would you take him?

                                     MARGE
                         Sure.

                                     ANDY
                         You've just made someone very happy.

               Marge and Sean go over to her Lightening. Brooke and Jackie 
               come down the dock, dressed for sailing.

                                     BROOKE
                         Mike! Are you going out?

                                     MIKE
                         Maybe.

                                     JACKIE
                         I thought you were grounded.

                                     MIKE
                         I can go out if I want to.

                                     ANDY
                         You can?

                                     JACKIE
                         You going to the lighthouse?

                                     MIKE
                         Why not?

                                     ANDY
                         I could give you a dozen good reasons.

                                     MIKE
                              (to Andy)
                         Shut up.

                                     ANDY
                         Okay, okay, don't say I didn't remind 
                         you.

                                     JACKIE
                         Is there room on your boat for all 
                         of us?

               Mike looks: Andy, Jackie, Brooke, himself... Timmy moves in, 
               sensing the chance of a lifetime.

                                     ANDY
                         Well, we're pretty crowded, and I 
                         don't know when we're leaving...

               Timmy makes his move.

                                     TIMMY
                         I've got room.

                                     BROOKE
                         Great.
                              (to Andy)
                         That's okay -- I'll go with Timmy.

                                     TIMMY
                         You will?

                                     BROOKE
                         Sure.

               And she walks towards his boat, looking back for him to 
               follow. He's dumbstruck by his sudden good fortune.

                                     TIMMY
                         Fan-tas-tic!

               He runs to join her, untying mooring lines like crazy; they're 
               together again at last for the first time. Andy is left 
               shuffling with Mike and Jackie.

                                     JACKIE
                         I'm ready.

               And she plops down in Mike's boat, ready to be taken. 
               Anywhere.

                                     JACKIE
                         Come on, you guys.

                                     ANDY
                         Well, I don't know...

               Jackie flashes him one of her pouty little smiles. Why break 
               one heart when you can break two? Or more?

                                     JACKIE
                         Please come with us?

               Mike is glaring. The message is clear, if unspoken.

                                     JACKIE
                         For me...?

                                     ANDY
                         What the hell. For you...

               Andy joins them.  Mike casts off, while Andy helps, and Jackie 
               sits there, looking cute.

               ANGLE ON LARRY AND BOB

               watching what's going on.

                                     BOB
                         I thought you said she was going 
                         with us?

                                     LARRY
                         Let's just go sailing, okay?

                                     BOB
                              (casting off)
                         Want to talk about it?

                                     LARRY
                         Want to swim home?

               Bob gets the message and shuts up. The Sizzler fills its 
               sails, and points out of the harbor.

               WIDE ON THE HARBOR

               Lots of day-sailing Kids, a few bigger, adult boats, some 
               working fishermen and sport fishers; a typical recreational 
               boating mix. The Kids are finding the same general direction, 
               pointing out of the harbor.

               QUICK CUTS

               -- Sails being trimmed.

               --  Brooke and Timmy, staring into each other's eyes as he 
               sets a course straight for the lighthouse.

               --  Larry, lifting a hull, almost losing Bob.

               EXT. HARBOR MOUTH - DAY

               The Kids' boats, in a loose bunch, slipping out to sea.

               REVERSE - LOOKING OUT TO SEA

               The dive class boat, isolated near the channel, a group of 
               Kids in wet suits and tanks assembled with three adult 
               instructors: Tom Andrews, Crosby, and Sparky.

               EXT. DIVING BOAT - DAY

               Andrews and his assistant instructor, Sparky, are addressing 
               the class, when Mike and Andy's "Green Machine" sails by, 
               close.

                                     ANDREWS
                         Hey! Nicholas! You're supposed to be 
                         in class!

                                     ANDY
                         Today I'm staying topside. You dive 
                         for me!

                                     ANDREWS
                         I'm going for lobster.

                                     JACKIE
                         Great! Find one for me.

                                     ANDY
                         With butter, if they got any...

               Andrews dismisses them with a good-natured wave.

                                     ANDREWS
                         So long, turkies.

               He turns to his class.

                                     ANDREWS
                         Sparky will take you down today. If 
                         everyone's got a buddy, we'll drop.

               The class dutifully lines up and starts going in, while in 
               the b.g. the Kids sailboats head out to sea. Andrews' two 
               partners, Crosby and Sparky, get ready to follow the class 
               over.

                                     CROSBY
                              (to Andrews)
                         Let's get some dinner.

               He goes over, Andrews following. Sparky is with the class, 
               signaling "Down;" they submerge like clumsy seals.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               UNDERWATER

               The class, paired up, is drifting down; Sparky offering 
               encouragement as they descend. Andrews and Crosby are already 
               disappearing, swimming away with strong kicks.

               FOLLOWING ANDREWS AND CROSBY

               as they go over the edge of a shelf and drop into darker, 
               deeper waters. Crosby checks his depth, his watch, looks 
               around...

               HIS POINT OF VIEW

               far above him, the class, going about their business.

               Below him, murk, depth, and suddenly, a big lunker bass.

               Andrews sees it, too.

               ANGLE - ON ANDREWS

               Assuming Crosby is following, he takes off, following the 
               big lunker. Crosby, hung up in some minor equipment problem, 
               misses seeing him go. The two men are separated. Follow 
               Andrews as he twists and turns after the bass, going deeper, 
               losing him in the rocks, suddenly rounding a boulder, and 
               meeting, almost face-to-face, horror:

               BELOW HIM THE SHARK

               The Great White Shark, taking the striper in a single gulp, 
               it's looking up at Andrews with one glassy doll's eye; it 
               turns to face him directly, and we see the scar; ugly, red 
               and black, charred flesh from jaw back on the right side, 
               eyes and teeth gleaming like raw bone in the massive, uncaring 
               face.

               Andrews' mouth clamps violently on his mouthpiece, then goes 
               wide as he screams in fear into the water. Finning backwards, 
               he ditches his weights, gulps for air, and yanks the cord on 
               his safety vest. It balloons out, and pulls him up, surging 
               towards the surface. The mouthpiece, useless, falls away 
               from his lips.

               Eyes closed, hose dangling, Andrews hurtles upward, holding 
               his breath in a final, fatal panic, passing a startled Crosby.

               THE DIVERS

               look over at the rocketing ascent. What's wrong? Sparky 
               signals "up," and they begin to carefully follow him towards 
               the surface. Crosby's already surfacing.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               DECK OF THE DIVING BOAT - DAY

               Andrews is on his side, bloody froth on his lips. One of the 
               class is clinging to his legs, trying to arrest his 
               convulsions. Sparky is holding his shoulders, trying to 
               administer mouth-to-mouth.

                                     SPARKY
                         Get us in! For Christ's sake, get us 
                         in!

               In his arms, Andrews writhes, pain knotting his limbs.

               Behind them, in the water, the fin surfaces, and casually 
               turns towards... the ocean. The Shark is headed for the sea. 
               And for the now distant Kids in their sailboats, dotting the 
               horizon in their familiar bright colors.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. OCEAN - ED AND TINA'S SANDPIPER - DAY

               They are alone. In the middle distance, the rest of the Kids' 
               sails can be seen, headed for the lighthouse in the distance. 
               The Sandpiper's sails are luffing, they're making no headway.

                                     TINA
                         You want to tack, or just leave her 
                         pointed up like this?

                                     ED
                              (snuggling close)
                         Just like this.

                                     TINA
                         What about sailing?

                                     ED
                         The tide's running. It'll take us to 
                         the light.

                                     TINA
                         It'll take us to Budapest if you're 
                         not careful.

               Ed is lashing the rudder as they continue to drift with the 
               current.

                                     ED
                         First things first.

               He fumbles in a cooler chest, produces a bottle of wine.

                                     TINA
                         What about the others?

                                     ED
                         They'll be there when we get there. 
                         Might even have a fire started.

                                     TINA
                         What're we going to do in the mean 
                         time?

                                     ED
                         I dunno. We'll think of something.

               He pours the wine into the two paper cups.

                                     ED
                         But first, a little juice...

                                     TINA
                         And second?

                                     ED
                              (kissing her)
                         Mmmmmm.

                                     TINA
                              (resisting)
                         Wait a minute. Promise me something.

                                     ED
                         Anything. Anything.

                                     TINA
                         That you'll put down a blanket. I've 
                         got black and blue marks all over my 
                         butt, and my Mom's getting uptight 
                         about them.

                                     ED
                         You got it.

               And he fumbles for a blanket in a locker, thumping and banging 
               gear around as he rummages for it. Tina sips wine contentedly, 
               satisfied to wait.

               UNDERWATER

               The Sandpiper's hull, alone above us, as the Shark rises 
               with dreadful certainty, attracted by the erratic sounds of 
               Ed's hasty search.

               ANGLE ON TINA - WATCHING THE OCEAN

               The terrible fin breaks the surface, about 20 yards out, 
               then dips and disappears. Then, impossibly fast, the entire 
               Sandpiper is lifted from underneath by a powerful surge, as 
               the Shark lunges up against it from below, an unseen horror.

               Ed is knocked over the side, into the water.

               ANGLE ON ED

               as he breaks the surface, shaking the hair out of his eyes, 
               trying to orient himself, finding the boat. He starts to 
               swim for it, Tina extending an arm to help him climb aboard.

               ANGLE OVER THE GUNWALE, TOWARDS ED

               He has barely taken two strokes when a powerful force takes 
               him from below the surface, rushing him towards us through 
               the water. Tina screams. Before Ed can react to the pain, he 
               is slammed face first into the boat. His jaw breaks, blood 
               smears his nose and lip.

               His hands grab the wooden-cap rail with a death-grip.

               REVERSE

               Tina is staring down at the water, terror-stricken; Ed's 
               arms and head are f.g., as he locks onto the boat with 
               desperate hands.

               INSERT

               Ed's hands on the rail, knuckles white, an iron grip. With 
               awful finality, the force pulls down, and the wood shatters 
               and splits away as Ed's hands are pulled down and under by 
               the awful force.

               TINA

               her mouth working silently, unable to scream, staring down 
               at the blood and froth on the water, swirling in a grim eddy 
               under her, the Sandpiper rocking gently in the diminishing 
               swell.

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY - ESTABLISHING SHOT

               On the way to the lighthouse, but away from the harbor, the 
               Kids are sailing in fairly close order: The sloops (Polo, 
               Timmy, Marge) heeled well over in the stiff breeze, the faster 
               cats (Mike, Larry, Donny, etc.) skimming around, tacking 
               more often, faster and more maneuverable.

               CLOSE ON PATRICK AND LUCY

                                     LUCY
                         Faster! Faster!

                                     PATRICK
                         Coming about...

               She ducks under the boom, handling the jib sheets with easy 
               familiarity. They come about and scoot off on a new tack.

               CLOSE ON POLO

               Reading the wind, trimming sail expertly, competent and alone.

                                     POLO
                              (to a near-by boat)
                         Great day! I think the wind's going 
                         to change...

               CLOSE ON TIMMY AND BROOKE

               He comes about, she slides into him, he holds her to steady 
               her, she snuggles into his arms. True love, at last... He's 
               thrilled.

               CLOSE ON DOUG

               In his inflatable, poking slowly along. Marge passes him, 
               Sean hooting with glee.

                                     MARGE
                         Coming up.

                                     SEAN
                         Slowpoke! Slowpoke! Marge is faster!

                                     DOUG
                         I'm getting new sails, then watch 
                         out. Just a question of modifying 
                         the rigging!

               ANGLE ON MIKE'S "GREEN MACHINE"

               Jackie, Mike and Andy, clipping along, Larry Vaughn and Bob 
               in the Sizzler nearby. Mike lifts the hull, Jackie squeals 
               in delight.

                                     JACKIE
                         Wheee! Faster!

                                     ANDY
                         How fast is enough?

                                     JACKIE
                         I want to go faster!

                                     MIKE
                         Hang on...

               He trims his sheets, the cat heels more, one hull flying, 
               Andy and Jackie clinging to the trampoline.

               ANGLE ON THE SIZZLER

               Larry is carefully adjusting his tiller, Bob senses what 
               he's doing.

                                     BOB
                         You coming up on him?

                                     LARRY
                         You bet. Hang on...

               They gybe sharply, running up behind the green cat.

                                     LARRY
                         Coming up! Give way!

                                     ANDY
                         Like hell! We're on the starboard 
                         tack!

               THE SIZZLER AND THE "GREEN MACHINE"

               Running close to each other; very tight two-by-two.

                                     JACKIE
                         Don't let him pass. Faster!

               Mike and Larry silently fight for clean air, racing. Water 
               splashes over them.

                                     JACKIE
                         My hair's getting wet!

                                     ANDY
                         So's mine.

               CLOSE ON MIKE'S BOAT

               He veers onto a less dramatic tack, sparing Jackie's hair.

               Larry and Bob speed by, yelling.

                                     JACKIE
                         When do we get to the lighthouse?

                                     ANDY
                         Soon, dark eyes, soon.

                                     MIKE
                         The tide's turning.

               Andy reveals a knowledgeable side to his character.

                                     ANDY
                         We're going to be fighting the 
                         current.
                              (he looks up)
                         Wind's backing around a few points, 
                         too.

               Jackie snuggles against Mike.

                                     JACKIE
                         I can't wait to get there.

                                     ANDY
                         But of course.

               He goes forward to trim the jib, leaving the lovebirds 
               snuggling astern. They pull away from us, and we:

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. AMITY WATERFRONT STREET - DAY

               Ellen and Brody are in the jeep; he's driving her to work.

               There's a crowd at dockside, and the town ambulance's now 
               familiar blinking red light. Brody, out of force of habit, 
               wheels the jeep towards the action, nudging through the crowd, 
               which gives way to the official blue-and-white vehicle.

                                     ELLEN
                         Hey -- it's not your job any more. 
                         I'm going to be late for work.

                                     BRODY
                         Just one minute...

               He gets out, and pushes through the crowd, Ellen following.

               DOCKSIDE

               The dive boat is moored at a clumsy angle next to the Police 
               Boat, where Hendricks has been pulling routine maintenance.

               The Police launch is cluttered with tools and spare parts; 
               some non-essential piece of gear is stripped and laid out on 
               the deck. Hendricks is on the dive boat, kneeling next to 
               Andrews.

               ABOARD THE DIVE BOAT

               Andrews is shaking, bloody froth on his lips and chest. The 
               shaken divers are huddled together, an ambulance attendant 
               is wheeling a gurney into position. Crosby and Sparky are 
               stunned.

                                     BRODY
                         What the hell happened?

                                     SPARKY
                         Embolism. Air bubbles in his blood. 
                         Came up too damn fast. Held his 
                         goddamn breath!

               He is near collapse himself.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Easy...

                                     CROSBY
                         He panicked! Something scared him!

               An Ambulance Attendant is putting a blanket around Sparky.

                                     ATTENDANT
                         It's okay. We're taking care of him.

               The other attendant holds something out to Brody. Brody 
               examines it; a scuba mouthpiece, bitten in two, useless.

                                     BRODY
                         How'd this happen?

                                     SPARKY
                         Bite reflex, like a spasm.

                                     BRODY
                         When?

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Right after, the Kids went out?

                                     ELLEN
                         What Kids? Who went out?

                                     HENDRICKS
                         All of them. Mike, Junior Vaughn, 
                         Brookie Peters, Pat, Lucy -- all 
                         that whole gang.

                                     ELLEN
                         Mike? Our Mike?

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Yep. Looked like they were headed to 
                         the lighthouse.

                                     BRODY
                         How long ago?

                                     HENDRICKS
                         About an hour, maybe two.
                              (thinking)
                         Let's see -- I came on about eight...

               Brody is gone, pushing through the crowd.

               THE POLICE BOAT

               Brody is casting off lines. Ellen is on the dock, watching 
               him.

                                     ELLEN
                         What're you doing?

                                     BRODY
                         Going out.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Uh, Chief -- look. You're not Chief 
                         any more.

               Brody keeps working, making ready for sea.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         I can't let you take her out.

                                     BRODY
                         You can't stop me.

               Ellen is climbing aboard, taking off her heels.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Mrs. Brody, look -- if he can't go, 
                         then you can't go. Neither of you 
                         can go.

                                     ELLEN
                         I'm going.

                                     BRODY
                         Mike's out there.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         But I signed for the boat. You're 
                         not authorized any more.

               Brody starts the engines with a roar, and slams it into 
               reverse. The boat starts out of the slip, then lunges to a 
               halt, shuddering on its still-fastened bow mooring line.

                                     BRODY
                         Untie that rope.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Please. It's my job.

                                     ELLEN
                         I'll do it.

               And she moves purposefully towards the boat cleat.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Mrs. Brody, please...

               Brody is shifting gears, the boat is crabbing sideways as he 
               puts the helm hard over. It bumps the dock, hard.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         You're too close. Back off.

                                     BRODY
                         Goddamnit, Hendricks, untie the rope 
                         there.

               Hendricks goes to the bow, jumps aboard and frees the bow 
               line. The boat slips into reverse, the water boiling as Brody 
               guns it away from the dock.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Let me. Please.

               He takes the wheel, eases off on the rudder, and comes about, 
               pointing the launch out to sea.

                                     ELLEN
                         Hurry, please.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         What the hell, they can't fire both 
                         of us -- someone's got to be in 
                         charge, right? Which way are we going?

                                     BRODY
                         Find the Kids. The lighthouse -- you 
                         said something about the lighthouse. 
                         Get us there.

               WIDE ON THE HARBOR

               The Amity Police Boat, Brody, Ellen and Hendricks aboard, is 
               headed under full power out to sea. Hendricks is pumping the 
               horn, warning boats out of the way, ignoring the rules of 
               the road; as small boats scatter out of the way, we can see 
               the ambulance, red light flashing, pushing out slowly through 
               the crowd at dockside.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               ABOARD THE AMITY POLICE BOAT - DAY

               As they clear the harbor mouth, Brody is on the radio, Ellen 
               is crouching in the shelter of the deckhouse, Hendricks is 
               steering.

                                     BRODY
                         Amity Launch to Harbor Patrol, over.

                                     HARBOR PATROL (V.O.)
                              (filtered)
                         Harbor Patrol. Is that you, Brody?

                                     BRODY
                         Affirmative. Can you get your chopper 
                         airborne?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         10-4, in a few minutes. He's down 
                         checking a buoy in the Bay Channel.

                                     BRODY
                         Get him the hell over to Amity Point, 
                         the old lighthouse. Right now.

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         What for?

                                     BRODY
                         There's a bunch of Kids day-sailing 
                         that way. Turn them back to port.

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         That's it?

                                     BRODY
                         That's it. Just do it, all right?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         10-4, soon as I can raise him.

                                     BRODY
                         If they're not at the light, look 
                         for them. I don't want them out there. 
                         Get them back to port!

                                     PATROL VOICE
                              (exasperated)
                         Affirmative, affirmative. Turn the 
                         Kids day-sailing back to port. I 
                         heard you. Patrol out.

               As Brody's eyes sweep the horizon anxiously, Hendricks pours 
               it on, and the police boat surges forward.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY - KIDS SAILING

               Donnie and Denise and Susie are sailing close to each other.

                                     DONNIE
                         Hungry?

                                     DENISE
                         Starving. Let's go eat now.

                                     DONNIE
                              (shouting to Susie)
                         We're going in to eat!

               She nods agreement, their boats veer off from the rest and 
               head towards the lighthouse.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               ANGLE ON THE SIZZLER

               as it sails close to the Green Machine.

                                     LARRY
                         Hey! Brody! Want to race?

                                     MIKE
                              (confident)
                         Sure.

                                     LARRY
                         How about a side bet to make it 
                         interesting?

                                     JACKIE
                         That's fun! Let's race for something!

                                     MIKE
                         Name it.

                                     LARRY
                         Loser sails home alone.

                                     ANDY
                              (aside to Mike)
                         You're betting what you already got.

                                     MIKE
                         I don't care.

                                     JACKIE
                         I love it.

                                     ANDY
                         Sure you do -- you win either way.

                                     JACKIE
                              (simply)
                         I'm supposed to.

                                     LARRY
                         It's a bet. Once around the marker 
                         buoy?

                                     MIKE
                         That's the pin -- the buoy.

               Larry is confident -- he's got the air, but Mike suddenly 
               gybes without warning, snapping onto a new fast tack, 
               downwind. Larry and Bob are caught by surprise, and lose 
               precious moments as they fumble with their sails.

                                     ANDY
                              (pulling away)
                         Turkeys! Eat wind!

                                     MIKE
                         Yee-hah!

               He pounds with glee on the canvas trampoline as their boat 
               moves ahead, a drumming sound.

               UNDERWATER

               The twin hulls of a catamaran's hull, the muffled, eerie 
               sound of drumming, as the water carries the tempting "thud-
               thud-thud" sound down to the deep.

               ANGLE ON DOUG IN HIS INFLATABLE

               falling behind as the boats change course for the marker 
               buoy, following Larry and Mike's lead.

                                     DOUG
                         Hey! Wait for the H.M.S. Invincible!

               Brooke and Timmy sail by him, laughing; Polo with them.

                                     BROOKE
                         Can't -- we're watching a race!

                                     DOUG
                         Since when? Who's racing?

                                     TIMMY
                         Larry and Mike!

               PATRICK AND LUCY

               Pat and Lucy are trimming sail, moving faster.

                                     LUCY
                         Mike and Larry are racing! Loser 
                         goes home alone!

                                     PATRICK
                         If we beat them, they can both go 
                         home stag! Single-O! Alone! Jackie 
                         can come back in this boat!

                                     LUCY
                         What about me?

                                     PATRICK
                         Uh. Well. Maybe you could give Polo 
                         a hand going in...

                                     LUCY
                              (snapping him with a 
                              rope)
                         Your ass I will. Besides, the wind's 
                         turning with the tide. Sailing back 
                         is going to be a bitch.

               QUICK CUTS - SAILBOAT RACING MONTAGE

               --  Ropes and sails rattling through blocks.

               --  Sails snapping taut, filling with wind.

               --  Catamarans heeled over, racers hanging over the water, 
               dangerously suspended in trapeze harnesses.

               --  Skippers' faces, concentrating on boat handling.

               AERIAL VIEW - SAILBOATS

               It's the chopper's point of view, as the Harbor Patrol copter 
               from the Cape flies towards the Kids, following Brody's 
               previous instructions. He sees the sailboats and fly that 
               way.

                                     PILOT
                              (filtered, into his 
                              mike)
                         Air Patrol to Base. I have visual 
                         contact on the Kids. Going down to 
                         use the loud hailer...

               LOOKING UP AT THE APPROACHING COPTER

               It approaches the sailboats, losing altitude fast, rotor 
               blades chuffing up a storm.

               The Pilot has his microphone to his lips, and his voice is 
               blaring down at them.

                                     PILOT (V.O.)
                         This is the Harbor Patrol. Return to 
                         port immediately. Return -- to -- 
                         port -- immediately.

               THE BOATS

               The Kids look at each other, some coming about awkwardly, 
               others luffing, wondering what this is all about.

                                     ANDY
                              (to Mike)
                         Your dad must be really pissed.

                                     MIKE
                         We better go back in.

                                     ANDY
                         It's not going to be easy.

                                     JACKIE
                         What's wrong?

                                     MIKE
                         We're fighting wind and current. I 
                         though we'd be out longer, catch the 
                         incoming tide.

                                     ANDY
                         Putz -- that won't be for hours.

                                     MIKE
                         I was counting on hours.

                                     CHOPPER (V.O.)
                         Return -- to -- port.

                                     MIKE
                         We're trying, we're trying.

               He waves acknowledgement, and puts about. The others take 
               their cue from him, and set a rough course back, but without 
               much success.

               PATRICK AND LUCY

                                     LUCY
                         Heading back?

                                     PATRICK
                         Might as well.

               ANGLE ON THE THREE SLOOPS

               Polo, Timmy and Brooke, Marge and Sean. They see the faster 
               catamarans come about and try to beat back.

                                     POLO
                         They're turning around.

                                     LUCY
                         Coming about, then.

                                     SEAN
                         Are we going back?

                                     MARGE
                         Going to try. Lighthouse, everybody...

               She puts about, the three of them start back towards the 
               lighthouse, not making much headway. Doug's inflatable is 
               the slowest, and he is now, by virtue of his position, at 
               the head of the line beating back towards the island.

               DOUG'S BOAT

               The others in the b.g.

                                     DOUG
                         Make way for the Carrier Enterprise!

               INSERT - A WEAK PATCH IN THE RUBBER

               It whistles and visibly leaks under the strain.

               DOUG

               looking down in dismay.

                                     DOUG
                         Make that the Titanic.

               He rigs a little foot pump, and begins thumping away, trying 
               to breath air back into the raft.

               INT. CHOPPER - LOOKING DOWN AT THE SAILBOATS

                                     PILOT
                         Patrol One to Base. Looks like they're 
                         turning back.

                                     CONTROL
                         All right, Patrol. Go back to work. 
                         You've wasted enough time.

               UNDERWATER

               Looking up at the scattered hulls of the sailboats, the 
               turbulence from the low-flying chopper making a vast circular 
               pattern of irregular vibrations.

               LOOKING UP AT THE CHOPPER

               It wheels around, and heads back towards land.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               ABOARD THE AMITY POLICE BOAT - DAY

               Rushing through the seas under full power. About three hundred 
               yards ahead, a small, seemingly empty sailboat; Ed and Tina's 
               Sandpiper. Further off, a day-sailing power cruiser, sport 
               fishing.

                                     ELLEN
                         Michael?

                                     BRODY
                         It's not his boat.

               Hendricks maneuvers closer, slowing the engine, reversing in 
               time to bring them alongside with a gentle bump. Ellen watches 
               apprehensively as Brody drops into the little boat.

                                     ELLEN
                         Be careful...

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Anything?

                                     BRODY
                              (on the Sandpiper)
                         Nope...
                              (he sees something)
                         Hold on...

               Brody moves around on the deck of the Sandpiper, until he 
               discovers Tina, cowering in shock; a sudden revealing of a 
               terrorized victim.

                                     BRODY
                         Tina!

                                     TINA
                              (a moan)
                         N-o-o-o-o-o-o...

                                     BRODY
                         It's okay, it's okay. What's the 
                         matter? Tina? Honey? Hey --

                                     TINA
                         No! It's still there!

                                     BRODY
                         What is it? What's there?

                                     TINA
                         It's still there!

                                     BRODY
                              (to Hendricks and 
                              Ellen)
                         I need a hand here...

               Hendricks has gotten a blanket, and he steps over, putting 
               it over the shivering girl's shoulders. Ellen comforts the 
               girl.

                                     ELLEN
                         Tina, baby... what is it?

                                     TINA
                         Sh... Sh... Shark...

               ANGLE ON BRODY - FOLLOWING HIM AS HE REACTS

                                     BRODY
                         I knew it. I goddamn well told them.

               He moves abruptly, stepping up onto the police launch, 
               snapping on the radio, leaving Hendricks, Ellen and Tina on 
               the sailboat moored alongside.

                                     BRODY
                         Amity Launch to Harbor Patrol.

                                     PATROL COMMANDER (V.O.)
                              (filter)
                         This is Cape Patrol -- what is it, 
                         Brody? I heard you weren't chief 
                         anymore.

                                     BRODY
                         Skip that. What about those kids out 
                         sailing?

                                     COMMANDER (V.O.)
                         It's all okay -- Colby got to them. 
                         They were turning back when he left 
                         'em.

                                     BRODY
                         He left them?

                                     COMMANDER (V.O.)
                         Sure. He's got work to do in Bay 
                         Channel.

                                     BRODY
                         Get him the hell back there! We got 
                         possible fatalities! Brody out...

               His eyes wild, Brody looks over at the Sandpiper, then scans 
               the nearby waters with sudden tension.

               BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW

               Ellen and Hendricks comforting Tina on the Sandpiper. Nearby, 
               a big cabin cruiser casually trolling by. Brody pulls the 
               police boat's air horn, the cruiser's passengers look over, 
               Hendricks and Ellen jump at the unexpected blast.

               ANGLE ON BRODY

                                     BRODY
                         I'm going out there.

                                     HENDRICKS
                         Hey -- you can't do that.

                                     ELLEN
                         What is it? What's the matter?

                                     BRODY
                         Mike's out there.

               Brody starts the launch's motor, throwing clear the mooring 
               line that ties the two boats together.

                                     BRODY
                              (to Hendricks)
                         Get her in. Get them both in.

                         ELLEN
                 Martin, please!

                                                       HENDRICKS
                                               Chief, be sensible...

                                     BRODY
                         Where are they?

                                     HENDRICKS
                         About 10 degrees off your starboard 
                         bow, take a heading leeward of Sand 
                         Island, and lay her north by 
                         northeast...

                                     BRODY
                         Never mind that shit. Just point.

               Hendricks complies.

                                     HENDRICKS
                              (pointing)
                         See where Cable Junction is? Look to 
                         the left. The lighthouse. That's it.

                                     BRODY
                         Got it.

               And he kicks the engine into gear, moving the launch away 
               and out toward the sea.

                                     ELLEN
                         Come back! Martin!

               He guns the engine as soon as he's clear. Hendricks gives 
               his jacket to a suddenly chilled Ellen, and hails the cabin 
               cruiser, already changing course to pick them up, sounding 
               its horn.

               Ellen stares after the receding boat.

                                     ELLEN
                         My purse is on that boat.

                                                                   CUT TO: 

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY - THE KID'S SAILBOATS

               They are trying to beat back towards the lighthouse, fighting 
               wind and tide. Only Doug's inflatable, with its clumsy little 
               motor, is making any headway.

               ANGLE ON DOUG

               playing at being Charles Laughton.

                                     DOUG
                         Mr. Christian! Mr. Christian! Pump 
                         up this boat! And shave that silly 
                         moustache!

               Pumping, steering, he's floundering along.

               UNDERWATER - MOVING TOWARDS THE SURFACE

               The Shark has fixated on something -- one outlying shape, 
               the easily identifiable outline of Doug's inflatable, thumping 
               and putting. It homes in on the sound.

               ANGLE ON DOUG AND THE KIDS

               The other kids exchange banter with Doug in his raft, as he 
               clowns for their benefit.

                                     DOUG
                         England expects every man to do his 
                         duty... You may fire when ready, 
                         Gridley... Damn the torpedoes, full 
                         speed ahead...

               Despite his pumping, the bulging patch bursts with a loud 
               bang.

                                     DOUG
                         Oh, shit.

                                     ANDY
                         Someone pop your balloon?

                                     DOUG
                         No problem, no problem.

                                     JACKIE
                         Want a lifesaver?

                                     MARGE
                         How about a skyhook?

                                     DOUG
                         You sail your boat, I'll sail mine.

               A fin rises partially, almost invisible to most of the kids, 
               but Mike notices it, believing it to be a porpoise.

                                     MIKE
                         Hey, Fetterman -- You got company.

                                     DOUG
                         Company? The place is a mess...

               Before anyone can react, the shape rises behind Doug, striking 
               his raft a terrible blow.

                                     DOUG
                         Whoops.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               THE OTHERS, WATCHING

               Not making any headway themselves, they casually watch the 
               class clown, wondering what he's up to this time.

               DOUG'S BOAT

               a distance from the rest. It shakes, then blows up as big 
               teeth grip it from below. Doug goes flying into the drink.

               The Shark has the inflatable in his teeth, and is shaking it 
               from side to side. Doug's eyes bug out as he sees what's 
               going on. He begins treading water, backing away as fast as 
               he can, waving his arm in the air frantically -- "pick me 
               up, quick..."

               MIKE'S BOAT

                                     MIKE
                         Doug's down!

               He sails to where Doug is being carried along by the current.

               The inflatable is a mess -- shredded rubber and dead engine; 
               the Shark didn't like it.

                                     ANDY
                         Doug! This way!

               Doug carefully -- oh, so carefully -- strokes over to where 
               Mike and Andy can pull him abroad. Some of the others sail 
               closer to get a look.

                                     PATRICK
                         What was that about?

                                     MARGE
                         You okay?

                                     LUCY
                         What was that?

                                     LARRY
                         So much for the rubber duck.

               THE GROUP, DRIFTING TOGETHER

               This incident hasn't yet touched them -- no one actually saw 
               what it was, except Doug, who's never been serious about 
               anything. Until now.

                                     DOUG
                         A shark ate my boat.

                                     BOB
                         Come on.

                                     DOUG
                         I'm telling you, a goddamn shark ate 
                         my goddamn boat!

                                     ANDY
                         If he liked your boat, I got some 
                         sneakers he'll love.

               There's nervous laughter from all around as they examine the 
               remains of Doug's inflatable. Some of those jagged rents 
               could be made by teeth...

                                     KIDS
                              (ad lib)
                         ...Jeez -- what did that?... A 
                         porpoise, maybe...Nah, killer whale... 
                         I think he snagged it... I hate to 
                         pop his balloon... (Etc.)

               ANGLE ON MIKE'S BOAT

               Doug's inflatable is draped over the tip of one hull, forward.

               Without warning, the Shark hits. Screams, terror, confusion.

               Mike, Andy, Jackie into the water.

               CLOSE ON MIKE

               His head bangs on a metal fitting as the boat turns over.

               ON THE GROUP

               Patrick and Lucy ram into Timmy's boat, locking into it, 
               knocking Timmy into the water as Brooke screams.

               CONFUSION

               As the following events take place:

               --  Larry's red cat rams and locks onto Mike's Tornado.

               --  Marge's boat capsizes, putting Sean and Marge into the 
               drink.

               --  Marge scrambles up on the over-turned hull, pulling Sean 
               up with her, just in time.

               --  Polo, under full sail, scoops Mike out of the water before 
               the Shark can get to him.

               --  The Shark dips out of sight.

               SURFACE, WIDE OVER THE STERN OF POLO'S BOAT

               showing the results of the turmoil:

               ANGLE ON THE SURVIVORS

               As they make ineffectual, frightened moves towards grouping 
               together, Andy is the first to gain any composure.

                                     ANDY
                         Raft up! Raft 'em up!

               He reaches towards a drifting line, and pulls Timmy's 
               Doughdish towards them, tying it off as it comes close.

                                     LARRY
                         Tie off to your strongest point.

                                     PATRICK
                         Anyone need an extra line?

               Polo has Mike and Timmy aboard his boat.  Timmy is looking 
               up from examining Mike's dazed body.

                                     TIMMY
                         Mike's bleeding!

                                     ANDY
                         Can you sail?

                                     POLO
                              (testing his rudder)
                         Yeah! We'll take him in!

               He starts to make sail back towards the lighthouse, on a 
               severe, but manageable tack. Polo, Timmy, and the injured 
               Mike sail towards safety, leaving the others behind.

               Tackle the job at hand, concentrating on survival. Jackie is 
               strangely quiet; things are out of control...

                                                                   CUT TO: 

               CLOSE ON A NAUTICAL CHART - DAY

               clearly marked: Amity Island, Amity Lighthouse, Cable 
               Junction. Brody's nervous finger traces an approximation of 
               his course. It fumbles, pauses, stops.

               ABOARD THE POLICE BOAT - DAY

               Brody, looking up from his chart, scans the ocean. Ahead is 
               the Lighthouse, his immediate destination. Out of sight to 
               the right, Cable Junction, and beyond that, 2500 miles of 
               cold Atlantic. Brody looks up from his chart, and grabs the 
               radio.

                                     BRODY
                              (on radio)
                         Amity Launch to Patrol Air Unit One. 
                         Harbor Air, where are you?

                                     CHOPPER PILOT (V.O.)
                              (filter)
                         This is Air One. That you, Brody?

                                     BRODY
                         It's me. Any fix on those Kids?

                                     PILOT (V.O.)
                         Negative. I'm still down.

                                     BRODY
                         For Christ's sake, get going! I'm 
                         all alone out here!

                                     PILOT (V.O.)
                         Brody, I got to switch frequencies, 
                         call my boss. We'll meet you over by 
                         Francis Shoal. Harbor Air out...

                                     BRODY
                         Where the hell is Francis Shoal?

               Static. No answer. Brody realizes something

                                     BRODY
                         I'm all alone out here.

                                     RUNBY
                         The Amity Police Boat, under full 
                         power, surging through the heavy 
                         swell, Brody very much alone at the 
                         helm.

               EXT. OCEAN, NEAR THE LIGHTHOUSE - DAY

               We can see Brody's boat approaching. It slows as it nears 
               the island.

               CLOSE ON BRODY

               staring, perplexed. Which way?

                                     BRODY
                         Shit.

               He puts the wheel over, slewing the boat around. To the left --  
               the wrong way.

               ANGLE ON THE BOAT, LIGHTHOUSE IN B.G.

               It barrels off to the left.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               THE RAFTED BOATS

               floating in the current, drifting away from the lighthouse, 
               towards the open sea. Floating on the wreckage and tangled 
               boats are:  Doug, Andy, Jackie, Patrick, Lucy, Larry, Bob, 
               Brooke, Marge, and Sean.

                                     LARRY
                         Anyone know what time it is?

                                     DOUG
                         3:30.

                                     MARGE
                         Damn!

               Larry, Bob, Patrick, and Lucy (the practiced sailors) ad lib 
               equal dissatisfaction.

                                     JACKIE
                         What's wrong?

                                     BROOKE
                         Tide doesn't turn for three hours.

                                     DOUG
                         Low tide at Cable Junction is 7:46 
                         p.m.

                                     ANDY
                         What'd you do? Memorize the tide 
                         tables?

                                     DOUG
                         I can't help it, it sticks in my 
                         mind.

                                     BROOKE
                              (making light of it)
                         Anyone want to play charades?

               No one does.

                                     PATRICK
                         As long as we're drifting, might as 
                         well go with the flow.

                                     ANDY
                         Not funny.

                                     PATRICK
                         Three knot current?

                                     LUCY
                         At least. And an offshore wind.

                                     SEAN
                         What's after Cable Junction?

                                     BOB
                         The Atlantic. Then Ireland.

                                     JACKIE
                         Can't we stop?

               Silence from the group.

                                     BROOKE
                         They're probably looking for us.

                                     DOUG
                         What about the fish?

                                     LARRY
                         Maybe it's gone.

                                     DOUG
                         They tend to follow moving things. 
                         Maybe it's following Polo and Timmy.

               They consider this.

                                     BROOKE
                         So all we have to do is land at Cable 
                         Junction and wait.

                                     PATRICK
                         First we got to get there.

                                     LARRY
                         How're we going to do that floating 
                         on this garbage...?

                                     BOB
                         Anyone got another set of sails?

               The Kids scramble to rig whatever canvas is available.

                                     SEAN
                         Is that big thing still out there?

                                     MARGE
                         Shhhh.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               HELICOPTER (AERIAL) FLY-BY

               A panorama of open ocean; a quick fly-by to orient us: First, 
               Cable Junction, then, a mile or so ahead, the raft.

               THE RAFT

               More sail, some improvised rigging, Patrick and Lucy trimming 
               what there is, trying to steer the clumsy contraption. From 
               afar, the distant sound of an approaching chopper.

                                     LARRY
                         Hey!

                                     BOB
                              (waving)
                         Over here!

               The Kids react with enthusiasm to the arrival of the rescue 
               chopper.

                                     ANDY
                         Don't everyone jump around!

               But they ignore him. The copter is descending.

               INT. COPTER - DAY

               A one-man light spotter; the space next to the pilot cluttered 
               with tools and floats, lashed in place. Below, seen through 
               the plastic bubble, the raft growing larger as the chopper 
               sets down.

                                     PILOT
                         Air One to Base. I have a positive 
                         location on that sailing party. 
                         Disabled and adrift...
                              (he checks chart on 
                              his knee board)
                         ...about 3/4 miles west of Cable 
                         Junction, wind and current carrying 
                         them just about due east. I count 
                         ten juveniles.

               THE RAFT

               The helicopter is creating a lot of turbulence as it sets 
               down, a huge circular pattern of prop-wash on the surface as 
               the rotors slow to a halt. The Kids are waving and jubilant.

               ANGLE ON THE COPTER

               As the Pilot unbuckles, opens the door, and steps out on one 
               pontoon; he speaks through a bullhorn.

                                     PILOT
                         Everyone okay? Any injuries?

               The Kids ad-lib in the affirmative.

                                     ANDY
                         Can you put us on Cable Junction?

                                     PILOT
                         I got no room for passengers.

                                     ANDY
                         How about a tow? Can you rig that?

               The Pilot nods. Larry heaves a line to him, the Pilot catches 
               it and makes it fast to a convenient tie-off on the 
               undercarriage.

                                     LARRY
                         As soon as you get us on the island, 
                         you got to call in. My dad's the 
                         mayor...

                                     ANDY
                              (interrupting)
                         There's a shark...

               The other Kids all chime in, adding their ad-lib shouts 
               describing what happened, calling for help, etc. It's all a 
               noisy jumble, the Pilot ignores it, trying to do his job.

               ANGLE ON THE RAFT

               The Kids all shouting at once; Jackie is screaming.

                                     JACKIE
                         You have to take us off! You have 
                         to! Why don't you take us!

                                     DOUG
                              (calming her)
                         It's an observation spotter, he 
                         doesn't have the room...

               ANGLE ON THE PILOT

               He finishes tying off, and yells through his bullhorn at the 
               Kids.

                                     PILOT
                         Listen. I'm going to give you an 
                         assist to get you on Cable Junction. 
                         Then I'll call in, and get the Coast 
                         Guard to send a cutter. Hang on to 
                         something.

               He climbs into his bubble, shuts the door, gives the Kids a 
               "thumbs up," and starts the engine.

               QUICK CUTS - RAFT AND CHOPPER

               Engine turning over.

               A line tied off to one of the ringbolts on an overturned 
               hull; it pulls taut out of the water.

               INT. CHOPPER, THE PILOT INTENT ON HIS JOB.

               The raft, Kids watching in fascination and anticipation.

               The whole operation, getting under way.

               UNDERWATER

               looking up at pontoons, wreckage, wind turbulence on the 
               surface, the heavy "thud-thud-thud" of chopper blades.

               WIDE ON THE RAFT AND CHOPPER

               In the f.g., the fin rises, and starts for the scene.

               Follow it.

               CLOSE ON THE CHOPPER

               as it starts to lift, inexplicably. The Pilot reacts as;

               THE SHARK

               attacks one of the pontoons, biting down on it, clamping 
               great scarred jaws onto the bulbous floats.

               THE RAFT

               Kids screaming.

               QUICK CUTS

               --  Rotor blade spinning wildly.

               --  Pilot's hands jerked on the delicate controls.

               --  Med. shot, copter shaking.

               --  Closeup engine and gas tanks, rotor head spinning.

               --  Med. closeup Pilot in buffeting cockpit.

               RAFT AND COPTER

               The Kids watch, horror-stricken, as the giant Shark hangs on 
               the roaring copter; in the b.g., Cable Junction is looming 
               closer. The copter tilts dangerously, the Shark bites deeper, 
               harder.

               ANGLE ON THE COPTER

               as it tilts. Then, the unspeakable -- the blades touch the 
               water and explode. Chunks of murderous steel break off the 
               shattered blades and whistle through the air like projectiles.

               THE KIDS

               reacting, ducking in terror. Huge chunks of disintegrating 
               rotors are flying all around. Masts and sails left standing 
               before are chopped into a deadly salad. Screams.

               LOW IN THE WATER

               as blades skip and crash, the bubble of the overturned copter, 
               Pilot trapped inside, sinks into the sea.

               THE COPTER COCKPIT - UNDERWATER

               Pilot struggling with his safety harness, trying to hit 
               switches, working on instinct. Some air in the bubble, but 
               water too, and sparks as electrical connections short out 
               and burn.

               Then, the Shark, powering out of the murk.

               ANGLE ON THE PILOT - UNDERWATER

               as grim death batters at his fragile bubble. Screaming.

               The bubble cracks. Water floods, teeth snap at the slippery 
               plastic, the Pilot fumbles for oxygen as the Shark veers off 
               into the murk.

               ON THE SURFACE - THE RAFT

               The Kids, reacting as the broken copter sinks beneath the 
               waves. Calm for a moment, then:

                                     LARRY
                         Look out!

                                     JACKIE
                              (screams)
                         No-o-o-o!

               The Shark reappears, and batters at the raft.

               SHARK ATTACK

               The raft shudders, and begins to break up under the pounding.

               The Kids cling for their lives to masts and wreckage.

               Marge's overturned hull is struck a fierce blow from beneath.

                                     SEAN
                         Help!

               He and Marge topple into the water.

                                     ANDY
                         Don't struggle!

               Sean is bobbing in his life-vest, Marge strokes to be near 
               him.

               ANGLE ON MARGE AND SEAN

               in the water, swimming for the apparent safety of the raft.

               Then, the fin, and the massive bulk of the killer, heaving 
               up through the waves.

                                     MARGE
                         Sean!

               She heaves him up out of the water, hurling him with 
               desperation towards the safety of the floating hull.

               ANGLE ON SEAN

               screaming, hands and feet scrabbling like a monkey as he 
               struggles for a grip on the slippery surface. Behind him, 
               Marge helping as much as she can from the water. Then, behind 
               her;

               THE SHARK

               rising like grey doom, then dropping out of sight. Marge is 
               gone.

               UNDERWATER

               Marge ducking under the bulk of the Shark, shoving off with 
               panicky reserves of strength, swimming away underwater, while 
               the Shark takes a massive crunching bite out of a submerged 
               hull.

               Follow Marge as she swims.

               COPTER WRECKAGE

               Huddled in the cracked plastic bubble, the Pilot is sucking 
               air from his oxygen tank. He sees Marge, and slips out of 
               his bubble, headed for her.

               MARGE

               As the Pilot overtakes her -- a moment of horror, as she 
               thinks the Shark has found her, then relief, as the Pilot 
               motions to the bubble, and indicates "Air." She follows him.

               MARGE AND THE PILOT

               Scuttling like two crabs into the shelter of the broken 
               chopper, buddy breathing as he passes her the oxygen tube.

               The chopper tilts, and moves, breaking up on the bottom as 
               currents move it. They struggle silently.

               ANGLE ON THE CHOPPER

               as it slips across the bottom, the current pulling it, broken 
               parts breaking off in slow motion, dirty swirls of oil and 
               hydraulic fluid clouding the water.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               ON THE SURFACE - THE RAFT

               A parallel struggle for survival, as the current separates 
               Sean from the other Kids; Marge is gone, the little boy is 
               clinging alone to the free-floating Lightening.

                                     PATRICK
                         Sean! Sean!

                                     ANDY
                         Don't move!

                                     SEAN
                         Andy! Please help! Help!

               ON THE SURFACE - A DISTANCE AWAY

               Copter wreckage is bubbling up from underneath, like a 
               submarine destroyed by depth charges; an oil slick, pieces 
               of broken blade, a seat cushion, then, suddenly, the Pilot, 
               and Marge, almost choked to death, their air run out. They 
               cling to a section of pontoon, panting, looking around with 
               oxygen-starved eyes.

               They are alone on the ocean; a half-mile away, the distant 
               sails of the broken raft, and the low-lying shape of Cable 
               Junction. Safe, for now...

                                                                   CUT TO: 

               BRODY - ALONE IN THE POLICE BOAT - DAY

               He throttles down, and the boat slumps in the water. He looks 
               around, sees nothing, in all directions. He hits his radio.

                                     BRODY
                         Harbor Air, this is Brody. Air One, 
                         come in.

               Static, no answer. He tries a couple of times, checking the 
               knobs and dials to make sure the unit's working.

                                     BRODY
                         Harbor Air, do you read? Over?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         Brody? This is Patrol Base.

               The familiar voice is tinged with annoyance. He's had a long 
               shift, and nothing's going right.

                                     BRODY
                         Where the hell is Air One?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         That's what I'd like to know. Lost 
                         transmission at Cable Junction.

                                     BRODY
                         Did he raise the Kids?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         Last transmission said ten juveniles.

                                     BRODY
                         Yeah? Then what?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         Then nothing. If you see him, tell 
                         him to switch to an operational 
                         frequency, or give me a status report 
                         yourself.

                                     BRODY
                         Did you say Cable Junction?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         That's what he said.

                                     BRODY
                         When?

                                     PATROL VOICE
                         1530 hours. Might still be there. 
                         Base out.

               Brody revs up, and powers out, headed for Cable Junction.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY - THE RAFT

               Sean is crying on his isolated perch, clinging to the upturned 
               keel. The other Kids are throwing a rope, trying to get him 
               back. Patrick heaves, and misses.

                                     LARRY
                         Sean! Catch the rope!

                                     BOB
                         The rope! The rope!

               The others shoot fearful glances at the waters.

                                     PATRICK
                         He's got to help or it won't work.

                                     LUCY
                         Sean, baby, please...

               Sean is ignoring the efforts to rescue him, paralyzed by 
               fear, he shivers alone. Jackie is near catatonia herself, 
               Brooke and Doug trying to soothe her.

                                     JACKIE
                         It killed her. It ate her.

                                     BROOKE
                         Shh. Shhh...

                                     DOUG
                         It's okay, it's okay...

                                     ANDY
                         Sean! Listen! Listen to me, Sean.

               The kid looks up dully.

                                     ANDY
                         Goddamn it, Sean, you listen to me 
                         or I will kick your ass, do you hear 
                         me?

                                     LUCY
                         Listen to Andy, Sean.

                                     ANDY
                         We're throwing a rope and you better 
                         catch it, hear?

               Sean nods. The other Kids are encouraged. The rope is thrown -- 
               it misses.

                                     ANDY
                              (to Bob)
                         Keep an eye out for that fish.

               Bob climbs to a vantage point, watching.

                                     LARRY
                         Throw it.

                                     ANDY
                         Sean! Catch it!

               Another miss. In his haste to help, Larry overreaches to 
               fish the trailing rope out of the water, and falls headlong 
               into the sea. Shrieks of fright from the others.

                                     LUCY
                         Larry!

               He scrambles out, hardly wet, that's how fast he's moving.

               Finally -- Patrick takes the crucial throw, and the rope 
               practically knocks Sean off his perch, but he clutches and 
               holds it. As Andy carefully calls instructions, Sean secures 
               the rope and the others carefully, carefully begin to pull 
               him in.

               ANGLE - ON SEAN

               as they pull. The slippery rope is undoing itself.

               THE RAFT

               With the kids reaching out hands, sticks, rope, anything to 
               pull the little one to safety. The ocean swells rise and 
               fall with hidden menace.

               QUICK CUTS

               --  Hands gripping rope.

               --  The knot, pulling apart.

               --  Anguished faces, concentrating, as Patrick, Lucy, Larry, 
               and Andy struggle to bring him in.

               ANDY AND SEAN

               Success. He's pulled to safety. They lash his little hull as 
               tight as they can to the rest of the floating wreckage.

               Bob sees something.

                                     BOB
                         Cable Junction's ahead!

                                     LUCY
                         Can we make it?

                                     BOB
                         I don't know.

               BOB'S POINT OF VIEW

               looking over the wreckage to Cable Junction, now much closer.

               Beyond it, miles of empty Atlantic. It's off to one side, 
               and unless they can slow down or alter course, they will 
               miss it.

               THE RAFT

                                     LARRY
                              (to Jackie)
                         You okay?

               She's not. Shaking, silent, eyes glazed.

                                     LUCY
                              (alone)
                         Dear Jesus, Holy Mary, Mother of 
                         God, help us, please...
                              (her lips move 
                              inaudibly)

                                     BROOKE
                              (to Doug)
                         Keep her warm. 
                              (to Jackie)
                         Jackie? Baby?

                                     PATRICK
                         Can someone help me rig a jury rudder?  
                         We might steer this...

               Andy joins him, and they try to make a sweep or a rudder out 
               of whatever wreckage they can use.

                                     DOUG
                         By 7:46, when the tide turns around, 
                         we'll be twenty miles out. More, 
                         with this wind.

                                     LARRY
                         Shut up.

                                     DOUG
                         I can't stop thinking!

                                     LUCY
                              (praying aloud)
                         God, please help us, Merciful Father, 
                         in Christ's name, we beg you, help 
                         us, please, Dear God, save us, help 
                         us, please, God, help...

                                                                    CUT TO:

               BRODY'S POLICE BOAT - DAY

               He is rounding a sand bar off the lighthouse when he looks 
               ahead and sees the bright sails of some of the survivors' 
               boats.

                                     BRODY
                         Thank Christ.

               He puts the helm over and heads for them.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. OCEAN NEAR LIGHTHOUSE - DAY

               Polo's sloop is beating back towards the harbor when the 
               police launch bears down, Brody leaning on the air horn.

               The Kids signal and wave.

                                     POLO
                         Over here! Yo!

                                     BRODY
                         I'm coming alongside!

               The launch slows clumsily. Timmy gets a line around a cleat, 
               and pulls them fast.

                                     BRODY
                         Mike? Is that you?

                                     MIKE
                         Pop. I'm sorry.

                                     BRODY
                         It's okay. What happened?

                                     POLO
                         A shark hit us out there.

                                     TIMMY
                         Mike got knocked over.

               Brody goes for his radio, to report in, to call for help.

                                     MIKE
                         I passed out, but I'm okay.

                                     BRODY
                         At least you're safe. What about the 
                         others?

               The three boys look at each other.

                                     BRODY
                         Jesus, don't freeze on me. What about 
                         the others?

                                     MIKE
                              (tears in his eyes)
                         Sean's still out there.

                                     BRODY
                         What?

               He stops in his tracks, radio forgotten. heartsick. Mike 
               goes on,

                                     MIKE
                         He wanted to come. It was okay, wasn't 
                         it? It was okay before...

                                     POLO
                         The others are ratted together. 
                         Drifting.

                                     BRODY
                         Which way?

                                     TIMMY
                         With the current. Towards Cable 
                         Junction.

               Brody jerks the mooring line holding them together, freeing 
               it. He starts for his controls, obsessed.

                                     MIKE
                         Dad, I'm sorry...

                                     BRODY
                         Stay here. Don't go anywhere. Just 
                         stay here.

               He indicates the lighthouse, then guns his engine.

                                     BRODY
                         Stay at the lighthouse!

               He roars off, headed towards Cable Junction.

                                                                    CUT TO:

               EXT. OCEAN - DAY - THE RAFT

               approaching Cable Junction the rafted boats are drifting 
               towards the Cable Junction.  Larry, Patrick and Andy are 
               working on improvised tiller lines to a jury rudder made out 
               of wreckage. Lucy has another line out to a sea anchor, trying 
               to slow their drift.

                                     ANDY
                         Bring her to port a little. That's 
                         it -- steady.

                                     DOUG
                         I think we're changing course a 
                         little.

                                     BROOKE
                         Can we land on it?

                                     LUCY
                         If we can get to it.

                                     JACKIE
                         We're going to die.

                                     BROOKE
                              (comforting her)
                         It's all right, we're okay.

                                     ANDY
                         More to port.

                                     BOB
                         It's all the way over.

                                     ANDY
                         Shit.

                                     SEAN
                         Are we going to go on the island?

                                     BROOKE
                         You bet, kiddo.

                                     ANDY
                              (the realist)
                         I don't know.

                                     LARRY
                         What the hell, we're steering for 
                         it.

                                     DOUG
                         The wind drift is lateral.

                                     LARRY
                         What's that mean?

                                     DOUG
                         Sideways -- For every yard we go 
                         this way, we also slide sideways 
                         this way...

               His hands illustrate the predicament.

                                     LUCY
                         But we had it! We were headed right 
                         for it!

                                     ANDY
                         Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

                                     JACKIE
                         We're going to miss it!

               The others are silent. It's true.

               ANGLE ON THE RAFT

               Larry, Bob and Brooke try to alter its course by padding.

                                     ANDY
                         Don't!

                                     DOUG
                         Stop paddling!

                                     LUCY
                         But the island!

                                     ANDY
                         The Shark.

               They freeze, as the raft grinds against something.

               UNDERWATER

               The inverted mast of one of the wrecked boats is snagged on 
               the rocks on the bottom.

               ANGLE ON THE RAFT

               as it slows, then stops, hung up from below.

                                     BROOKE
                         What is it?

                                     ANDY
                         We're hung up on something.

                                     DOUG
                         Maybe the bottom.

                                     JACKIE
                              (hysteria)
                         It's that thing. It's going to kill 
                         us now... We're going to die!

                                     LARRY
                         Shut up! Just shut Up!

                                     BROOKE
                         Leave her alone!

                         BOB
                 Lighten up, man...

                         LARRY
                 It's bad enough without 
                 her freaking out.

                                                       PATRICK
                                               She's hysterical, goddamn 
                                               it!

                                                       LUCY
                                               Don't yell at her!

               The group dissolves in bitter exchanges. No one is rational.

               Lucy is the first to notice something...

                                     LUCY
                         Wait a minute! Listen! Listen!

               The group subsides, only Jackie is left, keening to herself.

               There's a distant sound of a boat's engine. Bob spots it 
               first, and waves.

               The others follow his pointing finger.

                                     BOB
                         Over there! Coming this way!

               HIS POINT OF VIEW - BRODY'S POLICE BOAT

               under full power, heading straight for them,

               THE KIDS

               go crazy, waving, yelling, screaming, "Over here!" "Help!" 
               "Hey!"

                                     SEAN
                         It's Dad!

               ANGLE ON BRODY AND THE RAFT

               in the boat, coming up on the Kids fast. He throttles back, 
               his bow wave almost swamping them as he slides past.

                                     ANDY
                         Easy, easy -- you'll swamp us!

                                     DOUG
                         Back down!

               Brody fumbles with the throttle, manages to hold his boat 
               steady between the raft and Cable Junction island.

                                     LARRY
                         We're hung up here. Snagged.

                                     BOB
                         Can you get us a line?

               Brody finds a coil of line, makes one end fast, then throws 
               it to the Kids on the raft. They catch it, and tie it off to 
               a cleat.

                                     DOUG
                         We got it!

                                     PATRICK
                         Go ahead, slow.

                                     LUCY
                         Be careful.

               Brody throttles forward, the police boat shudders under the 
               strain as the line goes taut.

               ANGLE ON THE RAFT

               where the rope is tied off to a cleat. The wood groans, screws 
               pop --

                                     ANDY
                         Whoa!

               Too late. The cleat rips out, Brody's boat leaps forward.

                                     DOUG
                         Come around again!

               ANGLE ON BRODY'S BOAT

               as he repositions; he's now between the raft and the island, 
               preparing to throw his line. He heaves, the Kids grab, they 
               have it, they tie off again,

                                     ANDY
                         Hang on, hang on -- we got it. You're 
                         on!

                                     SEAN
                         Dad! Help!

               Brody starts to pull the raft again, when:

               THE SHARK

               surfaces, and moves purposefully towards the gap that 
               separates the police boat from the raft. It lunges at Brody 
               as it passes the launch; the fin hits the taut rescue line, 
               snapping it.

               ANGLE ON BRODY'S BOAT

               Brody recoils in horror as the beast rushes past, he spins 
               the wheel and hits the throttle, sending the launch hard to 
               port. Out of control, it runs up on the rocks of Cable 
               Junction.

               INSIDE THE BOAT

               as it tips up on the rocks. Brody falls, equipment and loose 
               material breaks loose and falls.

               INSERT - THE RADIO

               held by only a few screws, it pulls out of its mount and 
               shatters on the deck.

               ANGLE ON THE STERN

               lifting high out of the water, the screw turning in air.

               THE KIDS ON THE RAFT

               Their horrified reactions.

               BRODY IN THE BOAT

               picks himself up, and staggers to the rail, sees his 
               predicament.

                                     BRODY
                         Hang on!

                                     SEAN
                         Dad! Dad!

                                     BRODY
                         I'm okay, baby, I'm here. It's okay...

               He climbs over the rail, onto the slippery wet rocks, trying 
               to get to where he can help. The Shark patrols the gap, 
               waiting.

                                     BRODY
                         Can you get a line to me?

               ABOARD THE RAFT

               the Kids find some line. Andy coils, and throws.

               CABLE JUNCTION - THE RAFT

               Brady catches the Kids' line. He heaves on it with all his 
               might. Nothing. Jackie is hysterical, some of the other Kids 
               are screaming. The Shark's fin catches the taut line, it 
               slides up and over, Brody and the Kids are nearly pulled 
               into the water. The raft doesn't budge.

               UNDERWATER

               the mast bends under the strain, but holds the raft stuck 
               fast.

               CABLE JUNCTION - BRODY AND THE KIDS

               He sees the winch and hooks on his launch, and makes the 
               towline fast to the steel winch cable; puts it in neutral.

               The Kids haul their line, trying to bring the steel cable to 
               them.

               The shark rams their raft, impatient now. Screams and 
               scrambling as they let go their line and try to avoid the 
               beast. Brooke huddles with Sean, Jackie cowers alone. Larry 
               is lashing his big buck knife to a pole, an improvised weapon.

               ANGLE ON THE WINCH LINE

               Unattended, it drops into the water.

               THE KIDS

                                     ANDY
                         Get the cable in! Pull!

               They do, but now the winch cable is snagged under the surface.

               It comes taut, but doesn't budge. Brody watches, helpless 
               for the moment.

                                     BRODY
                         Son of a bitch is stuck!

               BRODY

               climbs back onto the boat, starts the winch engine, trying 
               to pull the cable free.

               THE SHARK

               on the offensive now, takes an outrigger pontoon, biting it, 
               tearing it off the raft, shaking everything.

               ON THE RAFT

               the Kids react to this fresh attack.

                                     DOUG
                         It's killing us!

                                     JACKIE
                         I don't want to die! Mommy!

               IN THE BOAT

               The winch smokes and stalls, the weight it's pulling almost 
               too much.

                                     BRODY
                         Come on, you bastard, come on, pull.  
                         Pull!

               THE RAFT

               bursts apart from the center as the Shark lunges up through 
               the canvas trampoline of the Sizzler. The Kids, screaming, 
               fall into the water as the attack forces the fragile structure 
               into pieces. Only Sean, Brooke, and Jackie are left on the 
               remaining segment.

               ANGLE ON BRODY

               watching the destruction, seeing Sean practically alone in 
               the water.

                                     BRODY
                         Sean! Hang on!

               He looks around the deck frantically, spots a rubber emergency 
               inflatable in its case. He wrestles it off its brackets, and 
               breaks the seals urgently. He hits the auto-inflate.

               BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW - SEAN

               Alone on the raft, Brooke and Jackie helpless nearby, the 
               other Kids flailing in the water. The huge bulk of the Shark, 
               fin cutting the water as it closes in on the confusion.

               IN THE WATER

               While Brody inflates the rubber raft and throws it in the 
               water, the Kids scramble for safety, swimming for their lives.  
               Each one is sure this moment is going to be his last.

                                     ANDY
                         Get on the rocks!

                                     DOUG
                         Swim for it!

               Andy is pulling himself towards the boat, scrambling up on 
               the exposed wooden hull.

                                     PATRICK
                         Lucy! Look out!

               ANGLE ON LUCY AND BOB

               As she looks over her shoulder and screams -- the monster is 
               sliding past her, intent on Bob. The rough hide scrapes her, 
               tearing her clothes, leaving raw bleeding lacerations on her 
               torso.

                                     LUCY
                         I'm bleeding!

               Larry and Patrick help her towards the rocks.

                                     BOB
                         Help!

               He's clinging to a piece of broken boat; the Shark lunges at 
               him.

               INSERT - WINCH

               grinding, smoking, hauling something out of the water -- 
               heavy, slimy, dripping metal cable, the main powerline from 
               the mainland!

               BRODY IN THE WATER

               paddling the raft towards Sean with desperate strokes, 
               heedless of the danger around him.

                                     BRODY
                         Hang on! Just hang on!

               He fights to see in the gathering gloom. Suddenly, a strange 
               glare snaps on, then more illumination, in a series of 
               escalating clicks.

               CABLE JUNCTION

               Silhouetted against the evening sky. Automatic timers are 
               turning on navigation and worklights, illuminating the barren 
               rocks and rusty steel with their glare -- throwing dark 
               shadows, putting the surrounding water into black limbo by 
               their contract.

               ANGLE ON BRODY

               straining to see what's going on. Looking for his son.

                                     SEAN (O.S.)
                         Dad! Help! Daddy!

                                     BRODY
                         I'm coming!

               He looks around desperately, sees Andy safe on the launch.

                                     BRODY
                         Andy! Use the lights! The lights!

               ANGLE ON ANDY

               soaked, clinging to the rail of the launch, hearing Brody, 
               fumbling in the cabin, turning on worklights, the boat 
               throwing erratic shafts of powerful light from its many lamps 
               and searchlights. Andy grabs one and sweeps the water with 
               it, trying to help.

                                     ANDY
                         Where are you? Chief!

               His light pokes and sweeps through the gloom.

               BRODY IN THE WATER

               He hears the horrendous sounds of wood and metal breaking, 
               as the raft pounds to pieces on the rocks. He is blinded by 
               the sweeping searchlight, the confusion of terror-stricken 
               teen-agers screaming. It's the middle of The Inferno.

               BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW - SEAN

               Sean, standing up, reaching out to him, the Shark hitting 
               his fragile perch, Sean tumbling backwards, towards what 
               seems to be certain death.

                                     BRODY (O.S.)
                         Sean!

               ANGLE ON BRODY

               as he hurls his paddle at the Shark, anything to get even, 
               to distract it.

                                     BRODY
                         You bastard!

               He looks around him wildly, searching for a weapon, finding 
               a steel boathook. He screams at the unfeeling Shark...

                                     BRODY
                         Come here, you son-of-a-bitch!

               The huge gray hulk obligingly turns towards this new 
               irritation. Brody bangs on the raft, yelling, creating a 
               commotion.

               THE SHARK SPEEDS TOWARDS HIM

               THE SHARK

               lunges at the raft, Brody sliding desperately away, smashing 
               at the snout with his steel, the tail fin bashing him as it 
               passes...

               ANGLE ON THE STERN OF THE POLICE BOAT

               Brody is drifting close to the cable, drawn heavy and wet 
               cut of the water. He reaches up to it.

               ANGLE ON BRODY

               dangling his feet in the water, holding onto the cable, seeing 
               it, inspired with a lunatic idea...

                                     BRODY
                         Over here! You bastard! Over here

               THE SHARK

               turns, bleeding from a superficial cut on its snout, its 
               scar glistening wet and terrible. It heads for Brody.

               BRODY

               Possessed, yelling at the top of his lungs.

                                     BRODY
                         Come and get me! Come and get me!

               THE SHARK

               Attacking. Missing Brody, who hauls himself up out of the 
               way in life-or-death spasm. The great jaws close, fastening 
               onto the thick cable. Shaking it. The cable resists for a 
               moment, then splits, layers or insulation and armor crack 
               open, the jaws clamp harder -- 20,000 tons of pressure -- 
               then the live copper core is reached. Zap!

               THE SHARK

               dying. Leaping and convulsing as hundreds of thousands of 
               volts surge through its body, grounded in the salt sea. Hot 
               white fire shimmers like a halo, the fish smokes and stinks, 
               sputters, and dies.

               BRODY

               watching, cowering on the rubber raft to which he fell when 
               the shark hit the cable. It's strangely silent. The lights 
               on Cable Junction flicker and die as circuit breakers shut 
               down the mains, protecting the line. Only the boat's 
               worklights provide light now.

                                     BRODY
                         Sean?

               No answer. Water lapping at the rocks, some Kids sobbing 
               quietly. Brody listlessly paddles towards the wreckage of 
               the raft, expecting the worst...

               ANGLE ON THE WRECKAGE

               Timmy's Doughdish, where we last saw Sean. There's a 
               scrabbling from inside, and Sean appears, soaked, from under 
               the seat where he'd fallen.

                                     SEAN
                         Dad?

               Brody moves toward him, holds out his arms, taking Sean onto 
               his raft. They paddle back towards the rocks.

               THE ISLAND

               with the Kids clinging like drowned rats to the rocks; they're 
               wet, scared, exhausted, but safe. Sean hugs his daddy as 
               they step onto land.

                                     SEAN
                         They made me go with them.

                                     BRODY
                         Sure they did...

               He kisses the damp forehead.

                                                               DISSOLVE TO:

               EXT. AMITY HARBOR - DAY

               A crowd of worried parents and adults, Ellen and Hendricks 
               in the forefront, are staring towards the harbor mouth. It's 
               dawn and the sun is rising. They see something, a cheer goes 
               up.

               ANGLE ON THE WATER

               A big Coast Guard cutter is steaming into the harbor, a little 
               group of survivors on the foredeck.

               CLOSE ON THE CUTTER

               Brody and the surviving Kids wave to their families on land.

                                                                  FADE OUT:

               ROLL END CREDITS.

                                         THE END