Jaws Page #7

SEAN:

I'm not a muffin! I'm a boy!

Brody rumples his hair and sets him off to play.

ANGLE ON ANOTHER SMALL BOY, PLAYING ALONE

It's Alex Kintner, and his mother, nearby, reading a novel.

Alex is towing a funny rubber raft, and headed for the water.

MRS. KINTNER

Alex! Alex Kintner! Where do you

think you're going?

ALEX:

Water. Just once more, please?

MRS. KINTNER

Let me see your fingers --

He holds out his hands.

MRS. KINTNER

They're beginning to prune. 10 minutes

more.

Alex starts for the ocean. Behind him, Michael and his gang

are also heading for the inviting waves. Brody is watching

them go, his spine rigid with tension.

MAN AND HIS DOG:

As Alex and the boys hit the water, we see the man throwing

his stick into the waves, his dog swimming strongly after

it.

BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW

Out beyond the kids and the dog, the Fat Lady is bobbing

around, out way too far, isolated from the other swimmers.

UNDERWATER VIEW - EXT. - DAY

A fish's-eye view of the bathers: lots of little kicking

legs, rafts with tasty arms dangling in the blue, slowing

circling, favoring one raft (little Alex's). The Kintner

boy's legs and arms are kicking and paddling, producing

bizarre underwater vibrations of more than passing interest.

Dog goes by, dog-paddling along.

ON THE BEACH:

Brody is half-rising, looking out over the water. The Fat

Lady is not where he remembered her. He scans the water

anxiously.

ELLEN:

Do you want the boys to come in?

Honey, if you're worried...

A Black Object swims across the water. It's the dog, breasting

against the surf.

ANGLE ON THE WATER - BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW

It's the Fat Lady, floating, relaxing. A black object swims

up to her. It's not the dog. It rears up out of the water.

It's a man in a black bathing cap. They exchange distant

pleasantries, he strokes away.

ANOTHER ANGLE - WATER

Alex Kintner, paddling around, making boat sounds, tooting,

going "vroom, vroom."

ANGLE ON THE BOY AND GIRL

They kiss, embrace, kiss again. Strong stuff. They sink

beneath the waves, knotted in an embrace.

ANGLE ON MICHAEL BRODY AND HIS FRIENDS

He's trying to salvage a soggy piece of birthday cake, holding

it above the water, paddling with his other hand. The bandage

has come part way loose, and his cut is trailing in the water.

BRODY AND ELLEN ON THE BEACH

Ellen is rubbing suntan oil on his back, and he is allowing

himself to relax part way. His eyes still nervously scan the

beach in a constant surveillance. Mr. Keisel is coming out

of the water, toweling off vigorously, exclaiming to himself.

BRODY:

(to Keisel)

How's the water?

KEISEL:

Too cold. I'm going in again Labor

Day. Hope we get this weather next

weekend.

ELLEN:

You're very tight, y'know?

(digs in)

Right there.

BRODY:

Ow.

(he sees something)

He's gotta be more careful in the

water...

ANGLE ON THE GANG PLAYING IN THE WATER

Michael has just been drenched. He splashes back. A big

waterfight ensues, the boys splashing and chopping at the

water, shouting battle cries and karate whoops. Alex is

paddling around near them, but not involved with them.

ALONG THE WATERLINE ON THE BEACH

The Man with the Dog is whistling into the ocean, looking

for his dog.

DOG MAN:

Buster! Hey, Buster! Here boy!

(whistles)

He continues to ad lib calling his

dog, but there's no answer, no dog

in the water.

THE WATERFRONT:

A huge splash explodes in the water near the gang, an eruption

of foam and spray that stops everyone cold for a moment.

They stop to see who was responsible.

A KID (MATHEW)

Hey, no fair splashing in the eyes!

Before anyone can answer, another kid (P.J.) renews the

battle, whooping a karate cry, and slashing at the water

with his hand like a little kung-fu warrior, advancing through

the waves.

CLOSE ON MATHEW, SPLASHING BACK

He hits the water, which sprays up suspiciously pink. He

stares at it, surprised.

CLOSE ON P.J.

His hands are dripping deep pink, the red matting his hair,

running into his eyes. He looks down. The boys are surrounded

with a deep pink slick, their little bodies ringed by a

spreading stain of blood.

ANGLE ON SHORE, A TOURIST AND HIS WIFE

He's pointing frantically out to sea.

TOURIST:

Something in the water. Right there!

Didn't anyone see it?

WOMAN:

There's blood in the water.

ANGLE ON BRODY:

He leaps to his feet, nearly knocking Ellen over, and starts

for the water.

ELLEN:

What is it...?

Brody is pelting towards the water. He kicks sand over an

annoyed Mrs. Kintner, who looks up, just in time to hear

Brody's bellow.

Rate this script:5.0 / 5 votes