Shark Attack 3: Megalodon Page #5

Man:
Dude, we just lost

the main junction box.

Man #2:
Well, switch

to the backup router.

Man #1:
I can't.

There's nothing there.

The whole line's completely dead.

Should we call Tolley?

Not unless you want

to make the call.

Take a look at that.

- We've got a problem.

- Go ahead.

- There's a yacht out on the water.

- The harbor-master was supposed

- to bar all traffic.

- Somebody didn't listen.

Within the next two years,

we plan to build an entire network

of fiber optic cables...

spanning the globe

and bringing the world together

as never before.

( guests clap )

Ladies and gentlemen,

I propose a toast:

to the future of Apex.

Hear, hear!

Cheers.

- Where is your insurance?

- What?

- The f***ing grenade!

- It's upstairs.

Mayday! Mayday!

This is the Pacific Horizon.

We've been struck and

the controls are not responding.

- Mayday!

- What's going on?

The shark is attacking

the ship.

Drop the box...

and try to lure the shark away

so you can tag it.

- We're getting there.

- Copy that. I'm dropping the box.

( electric static )

Let's go.

Hold it steady.

Hold it steady.

- Son of a b*tch!

- I missed it.

Don't worry.

We'll figure something out.

- Here, take the wheel.

- What?

What are you doing?

Always carry a spare.

It's the Navy way.

Whoa, Jesus!

Okay.

Time to get wet.

Take the sub.

There it is!

Throw the grenade!

Jesus, what the hell

was that?

Toss another one!

God damn it!

One, two, three!

Chew on that!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on to daddy!

Ben! Ben!

Come in, Ben!

Ben!

Pull up!

Oh, yeah!

I think you just passed

your driving test.

All right, kid.

You're on your own.

What--?

What?

No!

Oh my God!

Ben! Come in!

- Come in, Ben!

- I will go around again.

Chuck:
I'm ready.

Okay.

Damn.

Got him!

Let's get some distance.

Oh sh*t!

Can't turn!

Up yours, smart-ass!

- Get your ass topside!

- Way to go, Ben.

- I've lost the transmitter.

- Forget about it.

- Get out of there!

- There has to be another way.

There is no other way.

The torpedo needs a signal.

- Wait, I've got an idea.

- What?

I can't explain.

- Just wish me luck.

- All right. You got it.

Boy, do I feel

underdressed.

( alarm sounds )

Come on, come on,

come on.

Come on, baby.

Torpedoes away,

motherf***er!

Come on! Come on!

Open, God damn it!

Cat:
Ben!

I will call for help.

Ben? Ben?

I got him.

Cat:
Got him?

Cat:
Move over.

Ben? Ben?

Are you okay?

Ben? Ben?

Listen to me.

Are you okay?

- C'mon, kid.

- Are you okay?

Come on, you're okay.

Mega-la-who?

Man!

Hey, where are

the cocktails?

( all laugh )

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