Jaws: The Revenge Page #5

We need a tourniquet

to stop his bleeding.

- Try this!

- Get the wet suit off.

Keep cool, don't worry.

Michael, how are you?

I think he may be in shock.

Clarence, move it!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, what you doin', man?

No one goes in the water

till we know where that fish is.

You fall off the horse,

you get right back on.

Hell, what kind of bullcrap

you talkin'? Huh?

- Anybody's in the water, it's me.

- Jake, I'm gonna go down.

All right, so what about Carla's gig?

It's almost time, man.

Michael, I can't just let you

go back down.

I'm scared shitless.

What the hell do I do

if I can't go back in that water?

All right, be careful.

Clarence, get up on that shack.

Give us some lookout.

- I hope he knows what he's doing.

- He's doin' what he's got to do.

Jake, are you gettin'

anything on the shark?

No, everything's cool.

I'm thinkin' about yesterday.

It's probably a mistake.

- He was hungry. You look tasty.

- But how come only me?

- Maybe he just like white meat.

- You're a funny guy, Jake.

Jesus!

It is about art

that I wish to speak today.

The raw material of art

surrounds us all,

catching in the net that each

and every one of us casts

into the current of life.

- But it takes the art...

- Where the hell are they?

They'll be here.

- Can I go on the banana boat?

- Shh!

Margaret's going.

She's with her mother.

- OK.

- Oh, boy! Oh, boy!

- Thea, you be careful.

- I will, I will!

- Thea!

- It's OK. Banana boats are fun.

Oh, we should be so lucky.

I wish we were out with her playin'.

Margaret, wait for me!

"Get to the point, man,"

as my wife now says.

OK. Well, in short, art is grease

for the wheel of life.

Today we are privileged

to dedicate a work of art.

Carla Brody,

an artist of growing reputation,

was commissioned to express

our way of life in permanent form...

to show the world what we all know

right here on this beach:

That it is better in the Bahamas.

- Absolutely.

- Ladies and gentlemen, Carla Brody!

Thank you, Commissioner Witherspoon,

Mrs Witherspoon.

Thea!

Oh, my God!

Thea!

Stop! Come back! Bring her back!

Oh, my God!

Stop! Thea! Thea!

Thea!

Somebody do something!

Thea!

Oh, no! My God!

- Mommy! Mommy!

- Thea!

Somebody get a doctor!

Get a doctor now!

Quickly!

- I'm sorry I missed you.

- Where have you been?

What's the matter? What happened?

Thea was attacked by a shark.

Oh, my God.

The doctor said she should be OK.

She's in shock.

Sweetheart? Sweetheart?

I'm so sorry.

I should've known. Jesus.

Should've known what?

- We tried to keep track of him.

- Of...

The shark.

- You knew?

- Yeah. Thought it went away.

- Came after me.

- She could've been killed. You knew?

And you didn't tell us?

You let your mother think...

Where is she?

- How could you do that?

- Where's my mother?

- Where's my mother?

- Why didn't you tell us?

- Where's Jake?

- WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?

Michael!

Jake!

- Jake!

- What?

Come on! I need you! Hurry up!

Hoagie! Did you see our boat?

- I just got here.

- My mother took it.

- I hope she's a good sailor.

- A shark attacked Thea.

She went after the damn thing.

- She's gone after it?

- Yeah, we gotta stop her.

In that?

Lt'll take all day in that bathtub.

Got a better idea?

I'll radio her position.

The rescue boats will pick her up,

so don't worry.

She'll be fine.

She'll never find that bloody shark.

We couldn't.

It'll find her.

What do you mean?

She said it was coming.

- What do you mean?

- What do you know?

She thinks the shark

that killed Martin and Sean

is following the family.

Hey, he's not talkin'

about our shark, eh?

What do you do when

you're not flying people?

I deliver laundry.

Hold on. What's that?

Let's have a look.

Oh.

It's a big ocean out there.

Can't this thing go any faster?

Any faster, this thing'll be

a flying Cuisinart

and we'll be diced into oblivion.

Come and get me,

you son of a b*tch.

There she is.

That's her right there.

Is that what I think it is?

- Mom...

- Hold on!

Oh!

'Thomas, you there?

This is Zero-Papa-Alpha here.'

'Hoagie, where are you? '

12 miles southeast of Emerald Key.

Look for Neptune's Folly.'

I need two boats fast and somebody

who can kill a shark - a big one.

'What're you doing? '

Practising landing.

Hang on to your socks, lads.

Wait! You sure you know

how to do this?

Of course not!

What kind of pilot do you think I am?

- Christ!

- Hell, not half bad.

Get out, I'll keep it busy.

No, it'll come for the plane's

electromagnetic impulse.

Get the bloody hell out!

Michael!

Damn passengers! You're all the same.

Complain, complain...

Oh, sh*t!

Hoagie!

Hoagie! Hoagie!

Why'd you come out here?

Why'd you come out here?

- Why did you bring him?

- Mom, Mom!

- Why'd you take the boat?

- It kept coming!

- Didn't you realise?

- There was nothing else to do.

- You shouldn't have done it.

- I tried to tell you.

I tried.

Hey!

Give me a hand, for Christ's sake!

- Hoagie!

- How the hell did you do that, man?

- It wasn't easy, believe me.

- Get him up.

You all right, man?

- Oh! Bloody hell.

- Get it started!

- The breath on that thing!

- You are alive!

Let's get out of here,

Ellen Brody. Oh!

Good, this thing's still working.

That's your engine, pal.

I'll have a look.

Oh, sh*t, he's close, man.

- What is that sound?

- The shark's heartbeat.

Hoagie, try to finish.

Michael, gimme a hand, I got an idea.

We're taking water down here.

Ellen, start pumping here.

Ellen! Get the bilge pump!

Take the radio transmitter out

and hook it to the strobe.

- We gotta get the engine started!

- Just do it!

We're gonna feed that big boy

a meal he won't forget.

You better have something good going.

We've got a rotten hose.

There's a spare one.

What you wanna do with this?

I'm riggin' the receiver. We get it

inside that bastard and set it off.

I got it. We rig an antenna on this,

we can shock the hell out of him.

Right! You're learning.

He's getting closer!

They spend their lives looking for

food, they don't care what it is.

Maybe he's got indigestion.

He's eaten my plane!

It's not food he's after.

Michael, turn on your switch.

I need a test.

- Anybody tell you you're nuts?

- All the time.

If it responds

to external electrical impulse,

it might respond to one inside -

confuse him, drive him crazy.

OK, a test... Good.

You'd better get up here!

The heartbeat's stopped!

Sh*t.

Either he's gone

or your gear's crapped out again.

That's bull. My equipment

don't crap out. He'll be back.

Get me the boat hook.

Maybe he had a heart attack.

Humans are full of cholesterol.

- Give me that.

- Sh*t! Where is he?

Give me that line, Michael.

Right there.

There he is!

Ellen, try the engine.

Ellen! Try to start the engine!

Son of a b*tch.

Let's get out of here.

No, it's too late, Hoagie.

Give me a hard port.

Right!

Here, give me that.

No! No time for that!

Jake! You can't go out there

without a line!

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