Jaws Page #29

BRODY:

You got it?

QUINT:

(turning with the

pull)

Get behind me, dummy!

(shouts to Hooper)

Reverse her and turn -- he's taking

too much line!

(to Brody)

Wet my reel, quick!

Brody goes to get water, the boat surges, he staggers. Brody

pours water on the screaming reel, nearly unspooled now.

Hooper is turning the boat around and the line changes

direction.

QUINT:

(straining, muscles

popping)

Starboard, for Chris'sake --

Hooper steers it sharply.

QUINT:

(to Hooper)

Hey, you! Farmer! Half-speed there...

HOOPER:

(almost to himself)

Aye, Aye SIR. Stand by to repel

boarders. Poop the mainsail. Argh,

Jim Boy.

Again the line changes direction, down this time.

QUINT:

(to Hooper)

Neutral!

(to himself)

Where the hell is he going?

Quint reeling in like mad.

QUINT:

Oh, this ain't foolin' me --

(rod arcs down with a

surge)

Sure -- try it!

He ad libs brief instructions to Brody as the line rushes

out and there is less tension. Quint is horsing up and down,

reeling in.

QUINT:

Makin' believe it's easy now.

The line is almost vertical, and Quint shows a hint of

bafflement. He reels in suspiciously.

QUINT:

Gettin' ready to run again -- no?

No?

(suspicious)

What's he playin' here?

(reels in furiously,

to Brody)

Put the gloves on!

(to fish)

Let's see who's gonna tease who now!

HOOPER:

Let it go, don't waste your time.

QUINT:

(to Hooper)

Down here, Hooper!

Hooper is rushing down.

HOOPER:

I don't know what it is, but it's

not a shark.

QUINT:

(bathed in sweat;

hauling, reeling)

Look -- you may be a big Yahoo in

the lab, but out here you're just

supercargo, and you'll do as I say,

or you can take your gear and

backstroke home. Now get down here!

The leaders show above the water line. Brody is wide-eyed,

waiting for that first look.

BRODY:

The wire's showing!

QUINT:

(to Brody)

Unbuckle me -- fast!

(to Hooper)

Grab the leader. He ain't normal,

this one... they never --

HOOPER:

It's too wild, too erratic. It's a

marlin or a stingray. It's a gamefish.

Hooper snaps the rope onto the leader and holds on.

QUINT:

Watch your hands --

(suddenly to Brody)

Grab onto this!

Before he realizes what's happening, Brody is clumsily

clutching at the big rod, appalled. Quint skips away for a

flying gaff. He picks one, turns...

That's when the leader lashes free, sending Hooper crashing

backward in a serious fall, and the rod whips at Brody's

forehead, drawing blood. Quint snatches up the rod and reels

in.

The wires have been bitten through.

QUINT:

(to Hooper)

A marlin, or a stingray. Huh. Don't

ever tell me my business again. Get

back up on the bridge.

HOOPER:

(stunned)

I'm okay...

QUINT:

(to Brody)

Fasten the pole.

BRODY:

What's the point with hooks and Lines? --

QUINT:

Don't tell me my business!

(to Hooper, points)

Quarter-mile, that way. Full throttle.

Hooper shakes off his dizziness and obeys. Brody watches

Quint rig up a new leader, hook up the same bait.

BRODY:

(nursing forehead,

gesturing at rod and

reel)

How -- if they're gonna keep on

breaking?

QUINT:

What I do is trick him to the surface,

got that? Then I can jab him,

understand?

(goes to flybridge,

muttering)

Think I'm gonna haul it in as if

he's a catfish, like everyone else

does?

Brody goes inside to inspect his forehead.

ON BRIDGE - HOOPER AND QUINT

QUINT:

(suddenly, pointing)

Over there!

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