Jaws Page #27

Hooper indicates "me."

QUINT:

You're in the cage?

(Hooper nods)

The cage is in the water?

(Hooper nods)

The shark is in the water too?

(Hooper nods)

You're in the water with the shark.

Hooper nods. Quint sings "Spanish Ladies" half to himself.

HOOPER:

Comin' aboard...

ANGLE ON DOCK, BRODY AND ELLEN APPROACHING

She's carrying a little plastic shopping bag, he's wearing

shiny new foul weather gear, bundled up, sweaty,

uncomfortable.

She gives him as good a hug as she can manage under the

circumstances.

ELLEN:

Did you take your dramamine?

(Brody nods)

Here.

She straightens his coat, and gives him a shaving kit to

carry aboard with his toiletries. From the deck, Quint

whistles derisively.

QUINT:

Hurry up, Chief, daylight's a wastin'.

ELLEN:

Is that him?

BRODY:

(to Ellen)

Colorful, isn't he?

ELLEN:

You going to be all right?

BRODY:

Nothing to worry about -- I'll survive

this.

ELLEN:

I'll see you back soon. There's an

extra pair of glasses in your black

socks, and there's some suntan lotion

and blistex in your kit.

Brody nods, and holds her hand for a wordless moment.

QUINT (O.S.)

(sings)

'Here is the body of Mary Lee. For

15 years she kept her virginity. Not

a bad record for this vicinity.'

There is a sputter and roar as the Orca's diesels kick on.

BRODY:

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

ELLEN:

(hugging him)

What'll I tell the kids?

BRODY:

Tell 'em I went fishin'!

They laugh together, and exchange a short, fierce kiss.

QUINT:

Cast off the bow line! Now your stern!

Its diesels chugging, the Orca pulls away from the pier.

Ellen has already resolutely turned her back on it, and is

walking off the dock back onto dry land.

ABOARD THE ORCA:

Quint has set a course out towards the open sea. He lashes

the wheel, and jumps down to address Hooper and Brody, who

are standing together in the stern.

QUINT:

(to Brody)

Front-Bow, Back-Stern, Port,

Starboard. Aloft, Below. It's not a

staircase, it's a ladder, it's not a

rope, it's a line, and if you don't

get it right...

(indicates porthole)

I'll throw your ass through that

little round window.

He laughs at his joke. This is probably something he tells

all his charters.

QUINT:

Now hear this. You're aboard the

fishing vessel 'Orca,' and I'm her

Captain, Master, Mate, and Owner.

You'll jump when I holler. We're

doin' a job here, and Christ, I ain't

got time to watch you birds get hooks

in your ass and fall overboard. Ship

with me, and you'll do all right.

Cross me, and I'll slap you upside

your heads. Now -- if you boys are

ready -- let's go fishin'.

He starts moving gear around, preparing chum barrels, setting

hooks, Hooper gives him a hand, Brody stays out of the way.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE OCEAN - NOON

It is quiet as the Orca drifts along in the current, a wide

chum slick spreading behind it. A couple of flag buoys spread

along our perspective show us the miles the boat has gone.

Quint spots something in the water -- a small blue shark

attracted by the chum. He rigs a small pole with a piece of

bait, and throws it over the side.

QUINT:

Here's something for you...

The shark takes the bait, Quint brutally and efficiently

sets the hook, and reels the shark alongside. He hauls it

part way out of the water, and sticks it with a gaff. Hooper

and Brody watch.

INSERT - SHARK WRIGGLING ON HOOK

Tailrope dropping on him. Gaffed and bleeding, the shark is

immobilized by Quint's practiced hands. He takes one of his

big knives and poses for a moment beside the struggling fish.

QUINT:

These greedy sons-a-b*tches will eat

their own guts.

He slices into the shark's underbelly. We hear the sound of

entrails plopping into the water. Brody is almost retching,

and Hooper is just displeased.

ANGLE ON THE WATER

The gutted shark swimming in circles biting at its own

entrails.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Fins closing in on the wounded shark.

QUINT:

Go ahead, you cannibals. Tell 'em

where you got it!

SHARK FRENZY:

A boil of water and the flash of fins and teeth as the local

sharks erupt in a feeding frenzy, jaws snapping, blood

spewing, a sudden display of the fury and blind predatory

drive of the fearsome species.

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