Shark Attack 3: Megalodon Page #4

What else are you hiding,

Tolley?

Son of a b*tch!

The Pacific Horizon

is prepared for tomorrow.

What's the final

head count?

46 guests.

46 investors!

You don't throw $100,000

on a party cruise

if they're just guests.

Yes, sir. It'll be

first class all the way.

You f***ing knew!

Assistant:

Security, get in here!

You knew,

and you didn't warn them?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Bullshit!

It's all right here.

The diving accidents.

Seven men dead!

Including my friend.

You knew it was dangerous

and you let them dive.

They knew it was risky.

Some things weren't

accounted for.

Bull-f***ing-sh*t!

You knew something

was happening!

And you covered it up!

You're finished, Tolley.

When the press

gets a hold of you,

they'll rip you

an new a**hole.

Go tell your story.

Who would believe you,

a disgruntled employee with

stolen confidential documents?

My lawyers will have

a field day with you.

- They are the real sharks.

- This isn't over yet, Tolley!

- Not by a long shot!

- Get him out of here!

Esai, this is Ben.

Are you there?

Yeah,

go ahead, Ben.

Nothing on our end, so far.

Where are you at?

I'm about five miles

south of Peridor.

I haven't seen a thing.

Maybe your shark skipped out.

Ben:
I doubt it.

Let me know if you see anything.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

West of our position

about one mile.

- All right, I'm on it.

- Ben:
Esai, we found it.

We're two miles northwest

of the resort jetty.

- I'm on my way.

- 10-4.

Cat, take this.

Let's get this going.

Come on, you mother.

Come to papa.

He's gone under.

Slow down.

Jesus!

Son of a b*tch!

Hold on!

- Yes!

- Got it.

Son of a b*tch!

Davis, you okay?

Davis?

- I'll get my shotgun.

- Davis, come on.

Come on, don't do this.

- Davis!

- Come on, Davis!

Davis, come on!

( Cat screams )

Help! Help me!

What--? Cat!

Cat! Cat!

Don't move!

Stay where you are!

Die, God damn it!

Die!

Die!

Son of a b*tch!

Die!

Die!

You're extinct,

f***er!

- Are you guys okay?

- Yeah.

- Davis, you all right?

- Yeah.

- Oh, sh*t!

- ( boat horn blows )

Ben:
Hey!

Esai!

Esai, we're taking

on water!

I'll be right there.

- Esai!

- Over here!

Hey, over here!

Sy:
Help me!

Holy f***ing sh*t!

Oh my God!

Sh*t!

Ben:

Get up on top!

Use your feet.

They're over there!

- No!

- Oh my God!

( helicopter approaching )

Oh, sh*t!

What was that?

Look at that.

Look at the tooth.

Look at the size of that.

This is our proof.

I'll hold onto it.

Sh*t!

Hey!

Don't fall. Hey!

Hurry!

Give me your hand.

Just take it easy.

Ben:
Hold on!

Don't let go.

Get us out of here!

Ben:
Don't let go!

Come on!

Come on!

You got it.

Climb.

- You okay, Ben?

- Yeah.

- What the hell was that?

- You don't want to know.

Esai is dead and

so are two other people!

- What are you talking about?

- Another Megalodon killed them!

Another one? You said

you'd take care of it.

We killed it.

But its mother's huge!

- How big?

- Larger than a Greyhound bus.

- Bullshit!

- Look.

That's what you're dealing with.

You can't keep this quiet.

We have got a 60-foot shark

swimming off our coast

that's not going to go away.

We have to tell the authorities!

And tell the world we've got a

dinosaur swimming off our beaches?

- You won't blow the whistle?

- No.

Fine.

Then I will.

Cat:
What happened?

- I just quit.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, I'm serious.

- Hector gave me the news.

- You guys all right?

- We're okay.

Apex knew

about the Megalodons.

Tolley turned a blind eye

and counted his money.

- We've got bigger problems.

- You got that right.

I just went to the police but...

they don't have

the resources to help out.

- What about the Navy?

- I tried.

But Navy won't violate

12-mile limit.

I called the Coast Guard.

They can get a cutter down.

- When?

- Not until the end of next week.

That's not

quick enough.

So what do we do?

We handle it ourselves.

I know where

we can get explosives.

No questions asked.

We'll use the minisub,

plant the charges,

blow the cable

at the junction box.

That'll prevent Apex

from turning on the system.

But we still have to deal

with the Meg.

We know it's attracted

to electricity.

Let's use it

to our advantage.

I could string together a series

of high-voltage batteries.

That'll be enough

to bring him to us.

- And how do we kill it?

- We don't want to wound it

and have it

swim back out to sea.

We want something

that will not miss it.

I got something

you ought to see.

The Mark 44 torpedo.

Taken out of service

15 years ago.

Travels at 55 knots.

Has a range of 10 miles.

Where did you get

that thing?

The last sub I was on

was decommissioned.

Lot of hardware. It's better here

than in a scrap heap.

Does it work?

It'll blow a hole clear through

the hull of a battleship.

- What about a shark?

- Abso-f***in-lutely.

Okay, so the torpedo's

hooked up and armed.

Are we ready?

The Mark 44 torpedo launch system's

nominal, but-- there's a wrinkle.

It wasn't designed

for a biological target.

It needs something

mechanical...

or electrical.

We need to tag

the Meg with this.

It'll send out a signal

to the torpedo.

But somebody has

to get close to the shark.

Not necessarily.

Where'd you learn

to use a crossbow?

I did a little

deer hunting in my day.

All right, you two...

get some sleep.

Yes, sir.

We'll meet back here

at 8:
00 a.m.

Don't be late.

- I'm exhausted.

- Yeah, me too.

But I'm really wired.

Shall I take you home

and eat your p*ssy?

Okay. The sardines

are in the can.

Copy that.

We'll shadow you

from above.

- You two be careful down there

- Yeah, we'll be fine.

Okay.

Let's get

this circus underway.

( lounge music playing )

All right,

talk to me.

The harbor-master has barred

any boats from leaving the bay.

- The fine is $5,000.

- Fine, pay it.

You know how much

is riding on this today,

how much money is standing

on that boat right now.

That's my future

and yours.

- It'll be fine.

- It better be.

Don't worry.

A friend of mine here has

brought us a little insurance.

Just in case

that shark shows up.

Good.

Let's go.

All right.

We're closing in.

- Ben:
Getting close.

- Copy that.

- What was that?

- Clear air turbulence.

It happens

when you fly this low.

- You'll get used to it.

- Not likely.

Okay, Ben.

It's all yours.

Okay, we're hooked on.

Back away.

Nice and easy.

Piece of cake, right?

Now the dot.coms

are all going under.

Hey, how are you?

Nice to see you.

Hey, how's it going?

I'll see you later.

Hey, how's it going?

Here's the cheers, honey.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if I could have

your attention for a moment?

I would like to thank

all of you for coming on...

what I'm sure will be a landmark

day for Apex Communications.

Today...

we begin official use...

of a new generation

of communication technology.

Okay.

We're clear by now.

You want the honors?

Okay, Porter.

This is for you.

That cable is history.

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