Ghost Shark Page #2

Oh, my gosh. Hurry. Pull him up.

[Panting]

- [Woman] Didn't somebody see her?

- [Man] Please calm down.

- We're doing everything we can.

- Where's my daughter?

- We're doing all we can.

- Where is she? Is this all...

Something got her in the water.

- We don't know that.

- Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God! Not our little girl!

- Let us do our job.

Please, not our little girl!

- Well, where was Taylor?

- We don't know.

Hey Ava, hey!

Help me out here. You seem like

you got your head on straight.

He doesn't believe us.

I can believe your friend may

have been eaten by a shark.

It's the description of that shark

that I am having a hard time with.

I told you, it was translucent.

"Translucent". The word of the day.

When you say "translucent,"

you mean like a jellyfish?

- Meaning we could see right through it.

- I know what the damn word means.

It was like something

I've never seen before.

I got a missing teenage girl, presumed

dead, and a boat... no occupants.

I was really hoping you

could help me out here.

- Dad's dead too.

- You don't know that for sure.

- No reason to lose hope yet.

- He's dead, Taylor's dead...

There was blood all over the transom.

Aw, hell. I caught a Marlin

once. Bled all over the deck.

Left a mess not unlike your Dad's boat.

Amberjack rodeo was last night.

Maybe reeled in a big one.

But the difference is you're still here.

[Man] You think ghosts

are logical, Sheriff?

Who said anything about ghosts, Finch?

I did.

You know, that's the trouble

with people like you, Sheriff.

Never wanna deal with the

truth till it's too late.

Ghosts are real.

As real as the lies

this town was built on.

As real as the price we're

gonna pay for those sins.

You mark my words. You mark my words.

Well, maybe if you dried out occasionally,

your words might actually mean something.

- What's he talking about?

- I don't know, Ava.

Look, I'm putting a missing person's report

out on your father, and your friend.

In the meantime, I'm calling

your Aunt Marge to come get you.

We'll be fine on our own.

- [Man] Cameron!

- Dad!

- One more time. You were on the jet ski.

- I was on a jet ski...

You okay, son? What happened?

I don't know. Taylor was screaming about

a shark, and the next minute she was gone.

There hasn't been a shark attack

in Smallport in over 20 years.

- Are you sure?

- You should've seen it.

- Good Lord, Cameron.

- It looked like...

A shark scare will put

this town welfare by winter.

- Are you absolutely sure, son?

- Uh...

Hold on. Sheriff! Come here please.

Put a $1,000 bounty on all

sharks in the bay. Keep it quiet.

Last thing we need is a

media-feeding frenzy around here.

Draw up some signs. It should say

"beaches are closed for 24 hours".

Got it.

If I have to do a press

conference about a shark attack.

I'd better be standing

next to a dead one.

- All right, all right.

- You understand?

- Got it.

- Come on, son.

What?

Hiring a bunch of shark bounty

hunters isn't gonna do anything.

Just let us handle this.

Try and get some sleep.

Sheriff can I get with

you for a minute please?

Think about what you actually saw.

We'll pick this up again tomorrow.

Hey.

Let me bring you home.

- No.

- Please?

Really, it's okay. We'll walk.

- You sure?

- Yeah. Come on.

[Tires on gravel]

[Man screaming]

[Screaming continues]

[Screaming stops]

- That's where it cuts off.

- Play it again.

[Sighs]

How do I play the damn thing back?

- Here.

- [Mutters]

My daddy whipped his ass!

There.

That's definitely the shark I saw.

One eye, and a hole in it's fin.

That's definitely the

shark that tried to eat me.

So the shark that we saw...

you could see through.

Are we on this again?

Ever heard of an optical illusion?

The shark was dead. They killed it.

Or temporarily dazed.

Or playing possum, maybe.

And you can't explain how a shark killed

three people on the deck of a boat.

In police work, the simplest

explanation is usually the right one.

A couple of yahoos got

a Great White riled up.

Your father paid the price for it.

Let's give it a few more days.

Ava, if nothing turns up

I'll reach out ot the community give your

daddy the kind of service he deserves.

I really appreciate that, Sheriff,

but the shark that killed Taylor and

my Dad was not your average shark.

[Sheriff] I understand

how upset you are,

but you are really gonna

have to let us do our job.

Maybe he's right, Ava. I mean,

the way that the shark looked,

it could've been a

reflection of the sun.

Is your Dad paying you to say that?

- Sheriff Martin, line 1.

- [Cameron] That's not fair.

- We were pretty far away.

- Martin.

- I know I didn't get a very good look.

- At the Marina?

[Door closes]

You check the bars?

Nah, nah. I'll be right down.

Ava, listen to your friends.

You don't wanna wind up like Finch.

- Can we get something to eat?

- Damn it! The pool party!

People are gonna start showing

up to my house any minute now.

Sorry.

I told everybody to invite anybody.

Do you know who's gonna be

showing up to this thing?

Man this is stupid.

The only way this thing is gonna

get canceled is with a SWAT team.

My sister's sorority friends

are driving in from Houston.

- What are you talking about?

- The pool party.

What if we turned it into a memorial?

Yeah.

You're seriously talking about a party?

[Stammers]

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Don't worry about those guys, all

right? They're just being jerks.

Look, what do you wanna do right now?

Go home.

I don't think y'all should be alone.

Why don't you let me take you and

Cicely, and we'll go do something?

- We'll get something to eat.

- Please.

I know you mean well, but no way.

Will you at least just

promise me that you'll

text me or call me if you need anything?

Anything. I'm serious.

- I'll call you later.

- [Sighs]

Finch.

That guy really creeps

me out. He's a freak.

- Shh!

- What are you doing?

- Mr. Finch.

- Ava!

- Do you got a moment to talk?

- What do you want?

Sheriff send you out here

to spy on me or something?

No. Why would he wanna do that?

I didn't see nothing.

But you're the lighthouse keeper, right?

What's that supposed to mean?

You think everything that happens

off the coast is my responsibility?

Of course not. But yesterday,

you were talking like...

You knew something about ghosts.

[Growls]

Leave me alone!

I told you that guy was creepy.

He's also hiding something.

[Cheering]

[Grunts] Hand me those beers.

- Hey, Chad.

- Oh, what's up, Catherine, baby?

Give me some sugar. [Laughs]

This is gonna be awesome!

[Cameron] That thing had to be at least 30

feet long, and it swallowed Taylor whole.

Oh, my God. You must've been

so scared. What did you do?

Well, I had my diving knife, and

I started stabbing that thing!

Gash, gash, gash! Went all

Michael Myers on that b*tch.

But then it was too late to save Taylor.

- You're so brave.

- Salut, ladies.

Hey, ass clown!

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