Jaws Page #23

He ducks his head under for a final look around. His dripping

head rises triumphantly from the surf.

ARTHUR:

No sharks, m'lady.

She starts into the water, he takes her parasol, escorting

her the rest of the way into the ocean.

WOMAN:

This is marvelous! Arthur, I want to

come back to this very spot. Will

you make a note of where we are?

WIDE - ON THE BEACH

Encouraged by the sight of the Woman and Arthur, and Vaughn's

quiet urgings, people begin to wander into the surf, a few

at first, and then a rush, as people plunge in and begin

enjoying the pleasures of ocean bathing. The Selectman goes

in, his family follows, Vaughn watches it all, beaming.

BOAT #7

Hendricks is on the radio while a Coast Guard spotter works

the sonar.

HENDRICKS:

Anything? Thought I saw a shadow.

Over.

Pan to the water.

UNDERWATER:

As before, 400 pairs of enticing, yummy swimmers' legs,

kicking like animated hors d'oeuvres.

INT. HELICOPTER - AERIAL VIEW

A breathtaking view. The copter spotter looks down with naked

eye and binoculars.

COPTER SPOTTER:

Nothing from up here, Daisy. Over.

CLOSE - HENDRICKS

HENDRICKS:

(into walkie-talkie)

False alarm. Must be this glare.

ANGLE - BEACH - CLOSE ON BRODY

He is walking down the beach, threading his way through the

happy hordes. Meadows nods "hello."

VOICES:

Who's scared to go in! I was in! Up

to your knees, yeah -- So come with

me -- I'll go again.

MEADOWS:

Beautiful day, Chief!

A group of youngsters playing with Michael Brody's dinghy.

They are hauling it toward the surf.

BRODY:

Hey Mikey -- !

Michael turns as Brody trots toward him.

BRODY:

You're not going to the ocean with

that, are you son?

MICHAEL:

I'm all checked out for light surf

and look at it.

BRODY:

Do me this favor just once. Use the

ponds.

MICHAEL:

Dad, the ponds are for old ladies.

BRODY:

Just a favor for your old man.

MICHAEL:

(confused)

Sure, Dad.

TV CREW - NEAR WATER

TV cameramen are packing up their gear. For them it's a wrap

REPELLENT LINE - COUNTY POLICEMAN

Suddenly his Walkie-Talkie fizzes, and the Copter Spotter's

voice overloads the speaker.

COPTER SPOTTER:

Copter to Daisy! Red Four, Red Four!

BOAT #7 - HENDRICKS

Guns are up, heads turning everywhere.

HENDRICKS:

(into walkie-talkie)

Where -- ?

COPTER SPOTTER:

Went under your -- There!

The Coast Guard sonar operator spots it and pales. A slick

black dorsal fin is slicing a wake toward the swimming area.

SONAR OPERATOR:

Jesus Christ -- Shark!

BEACH - BRODY

Rigid and choked, he almost breaks the "send" button trying

to transmit.

BRODY:

Everybody out! Out of the water,

please -- leave the water, please --

A lifeguard in a loft behind him begins blowing on his

whistle.

CLOSE - BRODY

shouting hysterically.

BRODY:

No whistles! No whistles!

THE BEACH:

Dozens of bathers halfway out of the water, turn to see.

More whistles, and they start toward shore. We hear panicky

voices ad-libbing; "Shark," "Look Out," etc. The loudhailers

sounding more urgent now, and a contagious dread seizes one

person after another. Entire groups of people begin pulling

toward shore, some of them obviously trying to control a

growing hysteria in others.

BOATS #6 AND #7

are converging, heading toward the repellent line as if

tracking an underwater shadow. The fin is beyond the repellent

cordons and heading into the crowds.

HOOPER'S BOAT

Caught on the other end of the line, he is wheeling in a

broad, hot-dogger's circle turn, headed back.

THE WATER - BATHERS

People begin screaming. Kids are suddenly separated from

their parents. Others seem to forget how to swim. One myopic

little girl has her glasses bumped off and she begins to cry

in blinded panic. Ellen Brody looks around frantic.

BOATS #2, #3, #4

The riflemen in the boats are trying to get a bead, but too

many civilians create a hazard. The Coast Guardsmen attempt

to sever the repellent cord to gain access to the bathing

area and the heaving fin.

THE WATER - BATHERS

This is a confirmation of our worst dread -- a full-blown

headlong water panic. Screaming vacationers claw their way

over the bodies of the less able. Some literally attempt to

walk over the bobbing heads and glistening backs of others

pulling for dry land.

CLOSEUPS - PANIC

Horrified faces. Some are stunned and wandering in slow,

tentative circles, while others are helped out by friends.

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