Jaws Page #3

EXT. AMITY BEACH - DAY

Three small figures in the landscape, walking the beach. The

surf is rough and there is sea-floor debris strewn about

from the receding tide.

CLOSER ANGLE:

Deputy Hendricks is searching the shore about one hundred

yards down wind. Meanwhile, Brody, in his casual police

attire, and Tom Cassidy, still in the clothing we saw him in

last night, walk down the beach. Brody fingers the missing

girl's shoes, purse and clothes. In the daylight, Cassidy

misconducts himself, wavering between inflated maturity and

tear-blown adolescence.

BRODY:

Christine what?

CASSIDY:

Worthingsly... Worthington -- no one

ever died on me before.

BRODY:

You picked her up on the ferry.

CASSIDY:

I didn't know her.

BRODY:

And nobody else saw her in the water?

CASSIDY:

Somebody could've -- I was sort of

passed out.

BRODY:

Think she might've run out on you?

CASSIDY:

Oh, no, sir. I've never had a woman

do that. I'm sure she drowned.

BRODY:

You from around here?

CASSIDY:

No. Cambridge. Harvard. My family's

in Tuxedo, New York, though.

BRODY:

You here for the summer?

CASSIDY:

Some friends and me took a house.

BRODY:

(genuinely curious)

What d'you pay for a place just for

the summer?

CASSIDY:

A thousand apiece, something like

that. There's five of us. And we

each kick in a hundred a week for

beer and cleaning, stuff like that.

BRODY:

Pretty stiff.

A shrill whistle makes them turn. Hendricks is fifty yards

away, on his knees. He blows again, a feeble report this

time.

BRODY:

Maybe that's your girl.

Brody runs toward Hendricks, Cassidy hesitates, then follows

with:

CASSIDY:

(pathetically)

You can't make me look -- !

MASTER ANGLE - THE SAND DUNE

A skein of seaweed garnishes the base of this isolated dune.

The booming waves and fizzing surf make dialogue inaudible.

Deputy Hendricks on hands and knees, looking white as a sheet.

Brody tells Cassidy to wait at the foot of the dune, and

ventures up. Hendricks stops him with a wave-off, saying

something at the same time. Brody nods understanding and

steps up cautiously and looks down. He adjusts his glasses,

trying to make sense of what he is looking at.

Whatever he sees has a marked effect on his entire physique.

Kicking out with his foot, Brody sends dozens of angry

horseshoe crabs into an escape frenzy and they boil over the

top of the dune and down its slopes.

Cassidy takes a few uneasy steps backwards when Brody waves

him over. He shakes his head. An awkward moment. Then Cassidy

shuffles forward and up the few remaining feet, his eyes

looking everywhere but down. Brody says something else and

Cassidy shakes his head again, eyes out at sea. Brody puts

his hand gently around the quaking man's shoulder.

Nodding, he starts to look down, an inch at a time. He looks.

He, too, can't make out what it is at first. Then he

understands.

The jolt that assaults Cassidy is not unexpected. He falls

backward in a sitting position as though shot. Nods yes --

it's her. Brody turns and slides off the dune, stumbling

close. Hear his breathing. He looks around, envisioning the

week ahead of him....

QUICK SHARP CUT:

Chrissie's remains, incomplete from the chest down, horribly

bitten. (NOTE:
See Hooper's dialog in Sc. 91 for complete

description of corpse.)

INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - DAY

Brody walks through the door and enters his office, holding

a fizzing glass of Alka-Seltzer. Polly, his sixty-one year

old secretary follows close on his heels with her shorthand

pad of messages and reminders.

In the outer office, Hendricks and Cassidy slump into chairs,

sipping from fizzing dixie cups.

Brody dips into file drawers for the appropriate forms. He

gently turns on Polly, who is behind him.

BRODY:

If this is going to work, you've got

to keep current stuff out here, and

put 'closed' files in there. The

'Pendings' stay on my desk, okay?

Brody slips behind his typewriter, putting paper in the

machine with the effortless ease of years of practice. He's

obviously no stranger to paperwork. He touch types, hardly

ever looking down, checking his notes and listening with one

ear to Polly.

He is affected by what he's seen, but there's work to be

done.

POLLY:

This is in no order of importance,

Chief:
There's a meeting on the Amity

Town Council on Aging this Monday

night, Bentoncourt Hall. The Fire

Inspector wants you to go over the

fireworks site with him before he

catches the one o'clock ferry. Mainly,

you have a batch of calls about that

new Karate school.

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