Jaws 3-D Page #3

No, l don't think you can.

l'm looking for someone in authority.

Well, l'm Dr Morgan,

the senior biologist.

Oh.

Really?

Charming. Philip FitzRoyce.

l know you. l know your work.

We were at that Law of the Sea

Conference together last summer.

Right. Helsinki. Save the Whales.

They made a hero out of me.

You know what l never understood?

Why did you ram that Japanese whaler?

(Chuckles ) Because he got in my way,

ruined my best shot.

Yeah. l was impressed.

Good. Then perhaps we can have

a drink and some dinner tonight?

Oh, l'm sorry, Mr FitzRoyce, but...

that's a behaviour l just don't do.

Nice spins, Danny.

l'll meet you at the holding tank.

Hey, aqua girl!

- Hi, Mike!

- Five.

(Grunts )

He don't sleep in, he don't live in.

Tell Shelby Overman

he can take a flyin' leap

at a rollin' doughnut on a gravel

driveway, you hear?

Hold it.

Didn't he come home last night?

- No.

- He didn't show up here either.

- l figure he's home hung over.

- l don't want him around my place!

He's gone. You take his stuff.

Charlene, what's goin' on, huh?

- Shelby Overman's AWOL again.

- Oh, no. l'm sorry.

- What, is this all his stuff?

- Yeah. Doesn't figure.

He left his passport and his...

and his credit cards.

Driver's licence, pawn tickets.

l don't think he could have been

planning to go too far.

You don't think

something happened to him?

No. No, look.

He is curled up, drunk someplace.

When l find him,

he's in deep trouble.

We'll let you know

as soon as we hear anything.

- Wanna help me out?

- Yeah. Take care, Charlene.

- Help me look in the lagoon?

- You bet.

Hey, l'm mad at that old boy,

but l don't mean him any harm.

You hear me?

l don't mean him any harm!

Down a little more.

Turn it.

Batteries are fully charged, Mike.

- Thank you, Danny.

- Thanks, Danny.

Control room, submersible

is now entering the lagoon.

- Roger.

- l can monitor it from here.

(Technician ) 'Testing, one,

two, three. Can you read me, Kay?'

(Kay ) 'l read you.

Communication's fine.

'For Charlene's sake,

l sure hope he's all right.'

(Mike ) 'There's Cindy...or Sandy?

l don't know how to tell them apart.'

(Kay ) 'Cindy's a lot larger.'

(Mike ) 'Control, this is Venture One.

'We're at 25 feet,

headed for the Spanish Galleon.'

l can see you now. Hi, Mike.

'Overman broke divers' rules

last night, out there.

'Went down to shackle

the sea gate alone.

'lf anything happened, the current

would have washed him up here,

'toward the centre of the lagoon.'

(Kay ) 'What about

the filtration pipes?'

'lt's too strong a current

the other way.

'The flow's all into the lagoon.

'There's a million gallons

of fresh salt water every hour.'

(Kay ) 'Could he be trapped

in the Spanish Galleon?'

(Mike ) 'The superstructure could have

kept him from floating.'

(Kay ) 'Mike! Oh, God.

For a second l thought...'

(Mike ) 'Yeah, yeah. l know it.

We call him Oscar.

'You stay here, Kay. l'll go into

the galleon for a closer look.'

'Uh-uh, l'm goin' with you.'

(Mike ) 'Goddamn dolphins!

What the hell are they doing?'

'l don't know. They've been acting

strange for days. Look at 'em.'

(Kay ) 'Control,

we're leaving the sub.

- 'We'll be out of radio contact.'

- OK, Dr Morgan.

'Grab your ABS bottles, Kay.

Let's go.'

'OK, sweetie.'

(Squeaks excitedly)

(Squeaks )

(Muffled scream )

(Muffled exchange )

(Mike, Kay, muffled) 'Go! Go!'

(Kay ) Mike! Quick! Mike!

- The gate! Get the gate!

- Shark!

- God!

- What's happening?

(Dan ) Close, damn it! Close!

Sh*t!

- Oh, God! Are you OK?

- What the hell was that?

- Yeah! What is that?

- You OK?

My guv'nor's

the 16th Earl of Haddenfield.

Shake hands with the first Calvin

of Sea World.

- Enchant.

- He know French too, huh?

Excuse me, Mr Bouchard...

Wait a minute.

We're havin' dinner here.

- This better be important.

- lt is, sir.

(Whispers ) Mike and Dr Morgan

were pursued by a shark.

lt is important. Come with me.

(Kay ) Calvin, it was a great white.

Ten feet long, exhibiting

a typical feeding pattern.

On us, Calvin!

The damn thing tried to feed on us.

- Where is it?

- Right here.

- Huh?

- (Whistles )

You know, Cal, this

could be a stroke of luck.

lf we kill this beastie on camera...

l can guarantee you media coverage.

Lure him into a staging area,

and at the precise moment,

slit his belly wide open.

- Can you do that?

- You try and stop 'im, mate.

(Chuckles )

That's how we earn our bread.

Well, Jack is oversimplifying

matters, as is usual.

But...yeah, l can do that.

(Kay ) No!

(Mike ) No?

What do you mean, no?

l don't know

if it's occurred to any of you-all,

but there isn't a great white alive

in captivity anywhere.

Now, we're unique here, Calvin,

you know that.

lf any facility can

maintain a white, it's us.

lf we could dart him, w-we could get

him in a holding tank...

Hold it! This is crazy, this is nuts.

White sharks are killers.

l know 'em.

My father, my brother, myself.

They're murderers. No, Kay.

Calvin, they die magnificently.

(Laughs )

That would really be a spectacular

event. No doubt about that, huh?

What are we doing, Calvin,

planning a network special?.

We could be the first people on the

planet to have a great white alive.

Not if my guv'nor

gets it first, miss.

OK. Say he kills it.

Well, that's it.

lt's one shot, over, gone.

But a live great white...

You think about that, Calvin!

Nightly bulletins on the progress

of the killer shark.

Pictures of us nursing it

back to health

and lowering it into a holding tank.

Now, that's world news!

Think of the lines at the gate.

Then you miss the sport of the kill.

Now, wait up, Jack. Wait up.

(Philip ) Killing is guaranteed press.

But this other is much,

much more interesting.

OK, this is MS-2-22.

This is quinaldine, but l had to

guesstimate the dosage.

- Kathy?

- Right. Thanks, Danny.

All right, we're ready in Control.

You all set?

'We're ready down here.'

(Kay clears throat)

With those TV monitors rolling,

you're gonna have more coverage

than a space launch.

Good. Just the way l like it.

The colour of your wet suit's

one hell of a choice.

- The shark's gonna love you.

- Exactly.

- lt helps me get the close-ups.

- You're the showman.

Honey, is this suit

gonna protect you?

Have you felt...?

lt won't bite through,

but it will yield to pressure.

So she might just get

a little...squeeze.

Oh, that's great news.

Look, why do you have to do this?

Why don't you let Her Majesty's

number one son take care of it?

Because it's my job, remember?

Yeah, but l just don't

want it to be you.

You build the stuff, l swim around

in it. That was the deal. Right?

Hmm?

l love you, too.

lf we get into any trouble,

all we have to do is pull the pin.

- What are those?

- (Jack) Mills bombs.

- What?

- Mills bombs, sonny.

Grenades. A chap in Her Majesty's

ordinance makes them up for me.

(Philip ) 'Baby claymores.

Good dispersion.

'Some concussion

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