Jaws Page #36

QUINT:

Order in the court!

WATER LEVEL ANGLE

He has seen the two barrels pop to the surface.

QUINT:

(racing over)

Three'll do it! He's havin' trouble

with two!

He yells to Hooper and Brody as he swings behind the controls.

QUINT:

Grab yourselves a couple of poles!

Quint steers "Slow Ahead," engine protesting, as he maneuvers

toward the moving barrels. Quint peers down, steering closer

and closer.

QUINT:

Get ready! Now snag 'em!

Together Brody and Hooper hook a barrel-rope and hold on for

dear life as the shark changes course.

QUINT:

Pull in the ropes and tie 'em onto

the transom -- free ride.

Brody and Hooper pull in with all they are worth as Quint

helps out by wheeling in a circle. He laughs to himself,

enjoying the spectacle.

CLOSE - HOOPER

securing the rope to a cleat but allowing the barrel to hang

overboard. Brody ties his now-perfect bowline adjacent cleat.

WIDE ANGLE - ORCA

The boat is jarred violently from side to side as the

underwater force of the Great White jerks and heaves them to

and fro, up and down, side to side...

ANGLE - HOOPER AND BRODY

are both torn off their feet as the boat is thrust forward.

FLYBRIDGE - QUINT

sees the fin ahead. It is pulling the boat.

QUINT:

Get tired! That's the idea! Here's a

little reverse for you!

The shark leaps partially out of the water, and the sight is

both horrifying and awesome. Its jaws break water, snapping

at the ropes that have him snarled and frustrated.

Quint throws the Orca into neutral and shouts down:

QUINT:

Haul in -- watch the prop!

With that, Quint slides down to the prow, putting another

shaft onto his gun, finding satisfaction in its heft and

balance. The shark can be seen directly ahead, threshing

closer.

QUINT:

Now! Untie 'em! Quick! He'll tear us

to pieces.

He fires the iron, and the shark veers downward in a gushing

shower of spray.

HOOPER AND BRODY

They are trying to untie from the cleats, but both ropes are

stretched too taut. They jump out of the way, falling flat

on the deck as the ropes sweep over them, knocking over

objects, skeetering across the deck. A tight jerking motion,

and the Orca is dragged through the water -- backwards. And

much too fast. Water is splashing up over the transom in its

backward wake. The engines groan and complain.

QUINT:

Damn head is too far away. He's too

big.

Wrenched to one side, Quint is knocked from his feet.

CLOSE - THE TWO CLEATS

A moment of slackness, and then a great surge of raw strength.

The rope snaps the cleats off, screws and splintered wood

spraying -- and the barrels fly over the water. They disappear

beneath the turbulent grey surface.

The three men, breathing heavily, bruised and pouring sweat,

look out at the blank water.

ANGLE - OCEAN

Pop -- pop -- pop. One, two, three, the barrels surface --

ready for more.

QUINT:

(amazed at the shark's

strength)

He can't go so deep. Not with all

those on him.

Brody looks down at his feet. There is salt water up to their

shoe tops.

BRODY:

What about us?

QUINT:

(mentally assessing

the damage)

Have to pump her steady, s'all.

The barrels start a wide circle, each cuts through the water,

pushing a wave before it and leaving a wake behind.

QUINT:

(to Hooper)

Follow him --

(to Brody)

You start pumpin' out here.

Quint tosses Brody the hand pump, then picks up his M-1, and

checks the load.

HOOPER (O.S.)

(on bridge)

He's heading under -- !

QUINT:

(incredulously)

No way! He can't!

ANGLE - OCEAN

The barrels approaching the Orca dip below the surface, one --

two -- three.

BRODY:

Where'd he go?

Brody looks around. Hooper on the flying bridge searching in

all directions. Quint is looking more appalled every second.

QUINT:

(helplessly)

He can't stay down with three barrels

on him! Where is he?!

BRODY:

Have you ever had one do this?

QUINT:

(and he means this)

No!

Booming thud at the keel. Brody slides on the wet deck and

Quint loses his footing, falling into Brody's arms.

WITH HOOPER ON THE FLY BRIDGE

It seems the only place out of reach of the shark. Quint

climbs up, Brody following him, reloading his pistol.

Just then, the barrels pop up ahead, veer left, and duck

under.

QUINT:

Follow him!

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