Jaws Page #39

Brody sees the horror, hears the screams -- in his

desperation, he tears loose one of Hooper's remaining air

tanks, and hurls it at the monster. It tumbles into the bloody

well, wedging across the back of the mouth, the thick steel

blocking the cruel jaws.

The shark's head shakes even more violently, trying to clear

the cold iron, but the tank is in to stay.

DECK OF THE ORCA, LISTING BADLY

To avoid sliding into the jaws, Brody scrambles on the titling

deck, bracing himself in the cabin door to avoid pitching

down into the bloody mouth. He fights his way into the cabin,

already a shambles.

Below him, on the deck, the shark lunges again, shifting

weight so that the boat in now stern down, and listing to

the side. Water from the sea pours into the cabin.

Another lunge by the shark. The huge snout and jaws slam up

against the doorframe, blocking escape, bloody, gnashing.

More seawater. To stay in the cabin is to go down with the

ship.

Brody clambers as far from the shark as he can, against the

forward wall of the pilothouse. He sees the window Hooper

used before. It's blocked by barrels and debris. He breaks

the side window highest above the water, edges out onto the

battered bridge.

The shark rolls around, now half in the water. The ship is

sinking, the sea is not a viable alternative. Brody climbs

up into the flying bridge.

The shark is still lunging and snapping. Brody is forced to

climb higher and higher as the ship slowly sinks beneath

him.

CLOSE - BRODY

He scrambles for his life onto the flying bridge, sees the M-

1 stuck there, seizes it.

OVER BRODY, LOOKING DOWN AT THE STERN

He is bracing himself, aiming the rifle, taking a bead on

the steel tanks, silver gleaming in the bloody shark's mouth.

He fires. And fires. Bullets shatter the shark's teeth,

punching holes in the dripping snout.

WIDE ON THE ORCA – EXPLOSION

With a muffled boom, the perfect symmetry of the shark is

suddenly blown apart in a geyser of steel and blood as Brody's

shot hits the pressurized tank. A 30-foot cloud of water,

steel, shark and debris covers the sky.

A gigantic convulsion hurls the Great White's mangled body

into the sea. The Orca slowly begins to turn over in its

death roll.

UNDERWATER:

The shark's carcass floating down in a cloud of blood and

debris.

A shadow clouds the waters, and the Orca's mass begins to

slip into the frame.

CLOSE - HOOPER

Emerging from beneath the surface, he raises his mask, spits

out his mouthpiece and kicks toward Brody.

SURFACE - BRODY AND HOOPER

Brody is holding onto a cushion, barely afloat, relieved the

shark is dead, yet stunned to see Hooper is still alive. The

two men share weak laughter, which soon trails off.

HOOPER:

Quint...?

BRODY:

No...

(notices something

O.S.)

You think we can get back with those?

SURFACE - BRODY AND HOOPER - ANOTHER ANGLE

They swim through the debris, using two barrels as floats,

as dozens of seagulls feast on shark remains on the surface.

BRODY:

What day is this?

HOOPER:

Wednesday... No, it's Tuesday, I

think.

BRODY:

Think the tide's with us?

HOOPER:

Just keep kicking.

BRODY:

Y'know, I used to hate the water...

HOOPER:

I can't imagine why.

DISSOLVE TO:

HIGH SHOT FROM SHORE

The two tiny, miserable heroes swim ashore as the credits

roll.

FADE OUT:

THE END:

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