Jaws Page #26

QUINT:

This is the last time I hear from

you. I don't want anyone with piss

for blood on my vessel. Put that

blackfish on board, pump the bilges,

and top off the fuel tanks, and finish

up in the morning. Then you're on

the beach.

HOOPER:

You're going to need an extra hand...

Quint turns to see this new voice, and starts walking towards

him.

BRODY:

This is Matt Hooper...

QUINT:

I know who he is...

BRODY:

He's from the Oceanographic Institute.

HOOPER:

I've been to sea since I was 12.

I've crewed three Trans-pacs --

QUINT:

Transplants?

HOOPER:

-- and an America's Cup Trials...

QUINT:

I'm not talking about day sailing or

pleasure boating. I'm talking about

working for a living. Sharking.

HOOPER:

And I'm not talking about hooking

some poor dogfish or sand shark. I'm

talking about a Great White.

QUINT:

Are you now. I know about porkers in

the water --

(throws him some rope)

Here. Tie me a sheepshank.

Hooper ties the knot effortlessly.

HOOPER:

I don't need to pass basic seamanship.

QUINT:

Let me see your hands...

He takes Hooper's hands in his own big bloody fists, and

feels them as he talks.

QUINT:

Ha. City hands. You been counting

money. If you had a $5000 net and

$2000 worth of fish in it, and along

comes Mr. White, and makes it look

like a kiddy scissors class has gone

to work on it and made paper dolls.

If you'd ever worked for a living,

you'd know what that means.

HOOPER:

Look, I don't need to hear any of

this working class hero crap. Some

party boat skipper who's killed a

few sharks...

BRODY:

(interrupting)

Hey. Knock it off. I don't want to

have to listen to this while we're

out there...

QUINT:

What do you mean 'We...?'

BRODY:

It's my charter. My party.

QUINT:

All right, Commissioner. But when

we're on my ship, I am Master, Mate

and Pilot. And I want him...

(indicates Hooper)

...along for ballast.

BRODY:

You got it.

EXT. QUINT'S DOCK - MORNING

The Mate is loading. He hands Quint the items on his check

list as Quint takes them aboard.

QUINT:

5 lengths of 1/2-inch, 20 number

14's, straight gaff, flying gaffs,

tail rope, eye splice, M-1, 20 clips,

pliers, irons...

As he talks, we see Hooper coming down to the dock. Wheeling

a wagon behind him are two long-haired Research Assistants

from the Institute. On the wagon, among other things, is a

big shark cage. At dockside, Hooper checks his list, as he

signs for his issue.

HOOPER:

Powerhead, CO2 darts, hypo, regulator,

tanks, depth gauge, camera, extra

magazines, cage...

CLOSE - ON HOOPER AND RESEARCH ASSISTANT

ASSISTANT:

You got everything you asked for?

HOOPER:

All of it. And thank Dr. Miro for

me. And tell Borack I'll catch up

with them in New Zealand.

ASSISTANT:

This is actually a killing expedition?

HOOPER:

An eye for an eye, you know.

QUINT:

Hey, Squirt! You want to stow this

gear or you want me to use it for

ballast? It ain't good for much but

bait.

HOOPER:

(to Assistant)

I'll see ya. Tell Dorothy hello.

Hooper sees his gear approaching.

ANGLE ON DOCK AND ORCA

Quint sees Hooper approaching with the large cage.

QUINT:

Hello, Junior. What are you? Some

kind of half-assed astronaut?

(to himself)

Jesus Christ, when I was a kid, every

little squirt wanted to be a harpooner

or a sword fisherman. What d'ya have

there -- a portable shower?

HOOPER:

Anti-Shark cage.

QUINT:

Who's inside, you or the shark?

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