PRODUCERS: Richard Zanuck							PROD. #02102                 David Brown








J A W S  I I



Final Draft Screenplay


by


HOWARD SACKLER and DOROTHY TRISTAN




November 30, 1976














					      JAWS II


		FADE IN

	1	UNDERWATER - SEA BOTTOM - DAY						1

		A pair of divers, one in a black suit and one wearing orange,
		search for lobster in the nooks and crannies of a rock forma-
		tion.  Black Suit carries a camera with strobe light.  Orange
		Suit has a canvas bag clipped to his belt.  He flushes out a
		large lobster and holds it up...an admiring "Hmm!" from Black
		Suit, who brings up his camera and focuses.  A funny pose
		with the lobster and -- flash! -- Black Suit takes the shot,
		and moves off to try another spot -- and gives another "Hmm!"
		-- there's a length of heavy rope, frayed and overgrown with
		algae.  It leads across the bottom.  They follow it through
		rocks...and suddenly the bottom is no longer there.  The rope
		cascades down, disappearing in the gloom beyond the lip of
		a cliff.  They check their depth gauges, surprised to find
		this sudden dropoff leading down to God knows where.  They
		follow the line down.  Seaweed hangs from a ruined metal
		barrel strung on the line.  They proceed further down ---


	2	THE ORCA								2

		The line is leading them to a hulking shape...its outline
		clearer now...a sunken boat!  A battered, algae-covered
		wreck, lying on its side in the depth.  The gentle back-and-
		forth of the water sways a forest of eelgrass and creaks the
		cables of the rigging.  Excited hums and whinnies from the
		divers, and Black Suit rubs at the green muck on the prow,
		revealing the boat's name:  ORCA!  Animated nods and gestures
		-- they recognize it, and what a find, and salvage rights
		for the two of them!  Clowning elatedly, Orange Suit turns a
		somersault, then whips out his knife and begins to scratch
		their claim on the hull.

		Black Suit moves off alone to explore their prize.  The slant
		of the deck is disorienting.  He swims into the dark entrance
		to the cabin.  Scratching noises from the knife are amplified
		in the water.  Junk floats against the cabin ceiling.

		Orange Suit finishes writing "CLAIMED BY J. MONATO & M. LAUB."
		He looks around for his friend and doesn't see him.  Swimming
		over the wreck he looks into the broken windows of the cabin.
		Something's moving in the darkness.  He enters through the
		window.  The lid of a hatch swings soundlessly back and forth.
		Light from the cabin door barely penetrates the dark chamber.
		No sign of his buddy.  Silence except for his breathing and
		the soft steady creaking of metal rigging.  He fins toward
		the open door and suddenly, lurching in his face, is Black
		Suit, screaming wildly.  He's found a huge skillet, several
		bottles of soda, and some booze.

		Orange Suit grabs the liquor and indicates it's time to go
		back up.  As they rise slowly, he mimes (for his buddy's
		camera) drinking from the bottle -- and accidentally drops it.
		Groaning, he swims quickly down, snatching it before it lands.
		A flash goes off and he turns smiling up into the camera,
		and there he sees to his horror, his buddy in the jaws of a
		Great White, a cloud of blood half-obscuring them.  A moment
		of staring-eyed hesitation and then, knife poised, he fins
		toward the Shark...which tosses aside the dead man and now
		swiftly seizes on him...a thrashing, a glimpse of the knife
		dropping, and the end of him dimly seen through the darkening
		water.


		TITLES


	3	EXT. AMITY ROAD - DAY							3

		Martin Brody's squad car speeds past the Amity billboard,
		weather-stained, peeling and flaking in the strong May sun-
		shine.  Over the wind we hear snatches of a speech-making
		voice on a P. A. system.


	4	INT. SQUAD CAR - BRODY							4

		has the look of a survivor who will never shake off the memory
		of what he survived.  He passes:


	5	BEACHSIDE COTTAGES							5

		closed and in disrepair.  A faded upside-down FOR RENT sign in
		one of the windows.  The o.s. voice continues --


	6	BOARDINGHOUSE								6

		Its only sign of life an old woman, bundled up and sitting on
		a rocking chair near the steps, her face raised to the sun.
	 	The o.s. voice continues --


	7	THE BEACH								7

		No people, just a few stray dogs chasing each other and rooting
		in the sand.  Dominating the beach is a 50-foot-high metal
		shark tower.  As the o.s. voice elicits a distant patter of
		applause, Brody arrives at:


	8	EXT. SWIMMING POOL AND GROUNDS OF AMITY SHORES				8

		where a ceremony is taking place:  above the speech-maker
		-- Mayor Vaughan -- stretches a banner reading AMITY SHORES, INC.
		and applauding around the pool are the leading townsmen of
		Amity and their friends.

		Behind Mayor Vaughan is his wife, caught up in the prevailing
		mood, and their son, Reeves.

		The newly-built pool is on the grounds of a housing project in
		construction.  Beyond the buffet table is the high school band.

		Prominent at the poolside is Brody's family:  his wife Ellen,
		and his sons Mike (15) and Sean (7) fidgeting.  Brody slips
		through the crowd to join them.

					   VAUGHAN
			   And so, before we inaugurate this
			   lovely new swimming facility, I'd
			   like to say, on behalf of my fellow
			   Amity-ites....

					   BRODY
				   (simultaneously
				   whispering to Ellen)
			   Sorry I'm late.  I got a call from
			   the Coast Guard.

		Ellen slips her arm around him.

					   VAUGHAN
			   ...how grateful we are to Resort
			   Enterprises and their representa-
			   tive here, our new neighbor Len
			   Peterson ---

		Applause and whistles as the man beside him waves acknowledge-
		ment.  Leonard Peterson, about 50, is an impressive looking
		man with an air of good-humored irony.

					   VAUGHAN
			   -- not just for making this pool
			   available to us, I mean for every-
			   thing.  By casting an eye on our
			   little town and coming to develop
			   Amity Shores here, well, that's
			   going to give us a whole new lease
			   on life -- and after a few of the
			   toughest years this town's ever had,
			   we're not too proud I hope to admit it!

		Applause.  Next to Brody is a thirtyish gym teacher and skin-
		diving instructor, Tom Andrews.  The Mayor's speech continues
		in the b.g. as Andrews smiles at Brody and gestures at the
		pool ---

					   ANDREWS
				   (whispering)
			   Perfect, huh?

					   BRODY
			   Two divers from Dutch Harbor are
			   missing.

					   ANDREWS
			   Who?

					   BRODY
			   Don't know.  The Coast Guard found
			   their boat.  Beer, some uppers,
			   no divers.

					   ANDREWS
				   (already suspicious)
			   What was the name of their boat?

					   BRODY
			   The Sea something.

					   ANDREWS
			   The Sea Dart?
				   (Brody nods)
			   I knew those guys.  I dove with
			   them once.

		Andrews stares somberly into the water; Brody thinking, as:

					   VAUGHAN
				   (continues)
			   ...and Len estimates that within a
			   few months he'll have fifty condo-
			   minium units completed and occupied --
				   (plows on through
				   a smattering of
				   applause)
			   -- and twice that many again in
			   another few months!

		More applause.  Vaughan continues o.s. as:

					   BRODY
				   (emphatically)
			   So you're going to have the kids
			   skin-dive here in this pool.  Aren't
			   you, Tom?

					   ANDREWS
			   Not Mike and his group, they've
			   done their pool work.  He'll be
			   taking his open-water Junior soon.
			   Open-water -- you know, in the ocean.

					   BRODY
			   In the ocean.  Not Mike.

					   ANDREWS
				   (shakes his head,
				   laughing)
			   Come on Martin, we went through this
			   when you signed the form.

					   BRODY
			   In fact, I don't want him diving
			   at all.

		Brody's son is overhearing, taking it in stride.

					   ANDREWS
			   He's the best of my juniors, Mike!
			   First-rate diving material!

					   BRODY
			   Were your two friends from Dutch
			   Harbor first-rate diving material
			   too?

					   ANDREWS
			   They weren't my friends.  A couple
			   of spaced out machos.  Probably
			   stoned and weren't watching their
			   air.  Maybe got stuck in a cave or
			   a net...anything could've happened
			   with those guys!

					   BRODY
			   With both of them?

		Andrews shrugs:  yes, conceivably with both of them.  Brody
		concedes -- it's possible.

					   VAUGHAN
				   (continuing)
			   -- and next year, God willing,
			   another set of fine condominiums,
			   real homes for people with fire-
			   places, round-the-clock tennis
			   courts, an eighteen-hole golf course
			   and for some of you younger frisk-
			   ier marrieds like the Brodys over
			   there and maybe this'll get his
			   attention, yes I see it has -- we
			   even have plans for -- a jacuzzi!
				   (Brody joins in
				   the general
				   laughter.
				   Ellen pretends
				   to blush, covers
				   her face)
			   But seriously, folks, we're gonna
			   be back on our feet, we're gonna
			   be back on top as a secure family-
			   oriented resort community and that's
			   why we say
				   (over crescendo
				   of applause, Brody
				   clapping too)
			   Welcome, Amity Shores!  We say
			   Welcome, Amity Shores!

		A fanfare from the band cuts across the applause, and we see
		the town's five Selectmen, in bathrobes, lining up dutifully
		at the other end of the pool, Officer Hendricks beside them.

					   VAUGHAN
			   Ready?  Okay!
				   (as they take off
				   their robes and
				   stand shivering)
			   Here, to make this opening a hundred
			   percent official --
				   (over whistles
				   and laughter)
			   I give you the Amity Board of
			   Selectmen!

					   HENDRICKS
				   (raising his
				   pistol)
			   On your mark...get set....

		He fires, and they flop in.  As they do their laps, the band
		playing a gallop and their fellow townsmen cheering them on,
		we close in on Brody.  He's not entertained, he's just looking
		at the splashing arms and legs.


	8-A	WATCHTOWER								8-A

		High above the beach, perched atop the fifty-foot shark tower,
		Brody watches the activity below.

		The season's first bathers carefully toe the water.  It's
		still too cold, except for a few hearty souls...like Harry,
		the old guy from the first picture wearing "one crazy hat,"
		who streaks past to plunge into the icy surf.

		Len Peterson, of Amity Shores, Inc., appears at the base of
		the tower.  His Mercedes waits near Brody's squad car with
		its door open -- someone sits in the front seat.

					   PETERSON
				   (calling up)
			   Chief!

					   BRODY
			   Yeah?  Oh, hiya Mr. Peterson.  You
			   want to see me?

					   PETERSON
			   Several potential buyers are coming
			   here on Sunday.  I'll be running
			   groups over every weekend.

					   BRODY
				   (starts to climb
				   down)
			   Fine, I'll make sure everything's
			   tidied up, no uncollected garbage
			   or anything.

					   PETERSON
			   I wonder if this could be taken
			   down?

					   BRODY
			   It's permanent.

					   PETERSON
			   What do you watch from it?  Been
			   nothing for two or three years.

					   BRODY
			   Nothing we've been able to see.

					   PETERSON
			   That's exactly what it makes people
			   feel.

					   BRODY
				   (arriving at
				   his side)
			   If it were up to me, Mr. Peterson,
			   I wouldn't only have a watchtower,
			   I'd have that water protected with
			   a ring of steel from the beach to
			   fifty yards out.
				   (they walk
				   toward the
				   car)
			   Wouldn't cost all that much either.
			   One-hundred-gauge steel mesh with
			   concrete blocks at the bottom.

					   PETERSON
			   Any time off for good behavior?

					   BRODY
			   I know how it sounds, but I know
			   this too...years ago the water
			   was full of fish, plenty for sharks
			   to eat.  Now, fewer fish and the
			   water's full of people.  Know what
			   I mean?

		They've reached the beach road.  Mayor Vaughan sits in
		Peterson's car.

					   BRODY
			   Hi Larry, didn't see you.

					   VAUGHAN
			   Staying in here where it's warm.
			   Are you still pushing that beach
			   plan??  You know we can't afford
			   it.

					   BRODY
			   I thought he might be interested.
				   (starting
				   for his
				   car)
			   Think it over, Mr. Peterson.

					   PETERSON
			   Kind of intense about it, isn't
			   he?

					   VAUGHAN
			   Don't mind the Chief.  He gets
			   like that every year at this time.
			   You can understand why.
				   (pause)
			   He's a good man though, Len.

					   PETERSON
			   You don't seem so sure of it.

								DISSOLVE TO


	8-A-1	EXT. AMITY - DAY - BRODY PATROLS HIS TOWN				8-A-1

		He views with mixed feelings signs that spring is further
		advanced.  Trees are blooming, boats are being launched --
		among them we notice one with a fresh coat of yellow paint
		being lowered into the water by Heller.  Slipping out of his
		coat, he greets Brody.

					   HELLER
			   Hey, Martin, how you doing?  Feel
			   that sun...be summer before you
			   know it...ain't you warm in that
			   thing?

					   BRODY
			   No.  I like to pretend it's still
			   winter.

								CUT TO


	9	AMITY STREET - DAY							9

		Two teenage bicyclists in "Andover" windbreakers, one of
		them Reeves Vaughan the Mayor's son, are trying to give
		Brody an argument as he writes them a citation.

					   REEVES
			   We didn't hit anyone.

					   BRODY
			   Yet.

					   REEVES
			   Be a sport, Chief!  My dad'll
			   kill me!

					   BRODY
			   I warned you last weekend, Reeves
			   -- no riding on the sidewalk.
				   (hands him the
				   citation)
			   My regards to the Mayor.


	10	EXT. FERRY SLIP - NIGHT							10

		Stillness, except for the base thudding of the ferry's
		engine as it noses in and bumps into place.  The doors open
		and footsteps clang down the gangway.  Brody watches the
		first few tourists of the season stream through pools of
		light.  Summer -- it's beginning.

								DISSOLVE TO


	11	DOCK - DAY - THE YELLOW BOAT						11

		is filling with a party of four, beer, water-skis, and extra
		five gallon can of gas, fishpoles, lunch.  Heller, his wife
		Dee and another couple have brought enough stuff for a trans-
		Atlantic crossing in their little boat.

					   HELLER
				   (donning a
				   nautical cap)
			   Stand by to cast off.

					   DEE
			   Avast ye swabs!  Port to Starboard!
			   Yo Ho Heave Ho!  Straight as she
			   goes ---

					   HELLER
				   (breaking out
				   the beer)
			   -- and a bottle of rum before and
			   aft....

		This nonsense fades as they chug away from the dock.

								CUT TO


	12	SEA OFF AMITY - PETERSON'S CABIN CRUISER				12

		Heading toward the town...Peterson in a yachting cap, at the
		controls, spieling to the new group of prospective buyers --
		two late-middle-age couples, a thirtyish couple with a Little
		Girl, and an Elderly Man with an expensive-looking camera.

					   PETERSON
			   Over there's the harbor, been in
			   use two hundred years, nearly...
			   Quite a few sort of antique houses,
			   too ---

		At the cry of a pelican the Elderly Man looks up and aims his
		camera.


	13	ELDERLY MAN								13

		as he eagerly lines up his shot ---

					   PETERSON (o.s.)
			   How's it feel to breathe real air,
			   huh?

		A chorus of appreciative "mm's."


	14	THE PELICAN								14

		seen through his viewfinder:  it wheels and dives full tilt
		straight down, smashing the water with a crazy suicidal splash
		-- the shutter clicks.  The pelican emerges with a fish.

		As we follow its circling ascent:

					   PETERSON (o.s.)
			   Honey, you want to steer the boat
			   awhile?

		The pelican dives again...the shutter clicks.

					   LITTLE GIRL (o.s.)
			   I don't like boats.

		Laughter...the bird comes up with another fish.  Another click.
		We following its wheeling again.

					   PETERSON (o.s.)
			   She'll learn to like 'em in Amity!
			   Little guys her age practically
			   live in the water here ---

		The pelican dives -- click!

					   PETERSON (o.s.)
			   Plenty to do and see for everybody,
			   all ages.  Well, you know our con-	
			   cept, let the place speak for
			   itself.

		Pause...the pelican has not come up...the Little Girl begins
		humming...it still doesn't come up.


	15	ELDERLY MAN AND THE OTHERS						15

		He's lowering his camera, looking out to sea, very puzzled,
		as Peterson's boat passes the yellow boat in the mouth of
		the harbor.


	16	YELLOW BOAT - HELLER'S PARTY						16

		As they clear the harbor mouth the other couple drops off the
		back of the boat with their black Fiberglas water-skis.

					   WOMAN
			   Okay, wait, wait, don't start yet.

					   HELLER
			   Say when.

					   DEE
			   Isn't it too crowded here?

					   HELLER
			   Yeah, I'll go over that way.

					   WOMAN
			   Watch me now, watch how I get up.

		A false start -- she's not very good -- and she's up.


	17	ANGLE									17

		They head out to a deserted stretch of water.


	18	THE WATER SKIERS							18

					   WOMAN
			   Look, watch this!

		Whooping and carrying on, she does a spastic, one-legged
		ballerina.

					   MAN
			   Oh, Boy!  That's really -- terrible.


	19	UNDERWATER - FROM SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW					19

		Two pairs of black water-skis leave a frothy trail.


	20	A FIN									20

		appears in the water behind the skiers.


	21	BOAT - DEE								21

		is the first to spot it.

					   DEE
				   (stiffens)
			   Jesus Christ!


	22	ANGLE									22

					   HELLER
			   Shark.  A shark!

					   DEE
			   Oh God, do something.

					   HELLER
			   Get them the hell away from it.

		He twists the throttle and the little boat jerks forward
		almost pulling the skiers off balance.

					   MAN
			   Hey!  What the hell?

		Then he too sees the fin.

		At first, they try to outrun it.

					   WOMAN
			   I can't!  I'll fall!!  Please!
			   Please somebody help me.


	23	BOAT - HELLER								23

		is forced to slow down.

					   DEE
			   Can't we get them aboard?


	24	THE SKIERS								24

		sink a little in the water as the boat slows.

					   MAN
			   No!  We can't stop!!

		Heller speeds up.  For an eternity the Shark seems content
		just to follow what is being so appetizingly trolled.  They
		attempt a wide turn to head back toward land...the skiers
		screaming.


	25	BEACH HOUSE DECK - AN OLD LADY						25

		glances up from her book.  From where she sits they seem to
		be having a wonderful time.


	26	THE SKIERS								26

		try to work their way hand-over-hand to the boat but as they
		approach safety the wake is too much for the woman and she
		loses her balance.  The Shark strikes her as she falls.  She
		is dragged for a few seconds through the water by the rope,
		then grabbed by her husband.  She clings to him screaming in
		terror as the Shark hits her again.  And again.


	27	DEE AND HELLER								27

		are crying and flinging clothes, picnic basket, and oar,
		everything they can lay their hands on at the Shark.  He
		shouts at her to open the extra can of gasoline and pour some
		on a rag.

		The man is doing his best to hang on to his wife, but he's
		losing her.  He brutally takes a turn of her hair around
		his hand.  The Shark, seemingly confident that its victims
		won't escape, is taking its time.  It swims leisurely in
		for more.

					   WOMAN
			   BILLY!  BILLY!

		She hugs his legs, begging him for help.  The Shark brushes
		her with its head and drops back a few yards.

		On the boat, Dee hysterically slops gas down her legs and on
		the deck.  Heller crams the soaked rag into the mouth of the
		can.

		In the water, the woman's no longer screaming.  Billy looks
		down at her.  Her face is a pallid mask.  She's no longer
		aware who her husband is.  She's dying.  Billy can't stand
		it, it's too much for him and he loses his balance.

		The Shark thrusts its powerful tail, coming in for the kill
		as Billy cartwheels awkwardly into the water, twisting,
		hugging, snarling in the tow-line in his pathetic determina-
		tion to hold on to what is no longer the woman.  The line
		snaps taut pulling his shoulder from its socket, raising a
		wide cloud of pink spray as they're dragged through the water
		sideways.  No longer content with slashing bites, the Shark's
		jaws close on the woman and won't let go, its head vibrating
		from side to side.  Billy is strangling in the line ---

		Heller lights the soaked rag and heaves the five gallon can
		at the Shark.

		A tremendous explosion of shrapnel, a ball of flame, and the
		enraged Shark crashes onto the stern of the boat with one side
		of its head aflame...sending Dee, the gas-soaked deck, and the
		boat's own tank up in blinding succession leaving nothing but a
		smoldering, sinking mess to plunge to the bottom.

								DISSOLVE TO


	28	DUSK - THE AMITY P.D. BOAT						28

		is fishing up a few pieces of what remains.  A tangle of
		towline leads across the deck to a body covered with a sheet
		of black vinyl.

					   HENDRICKS
				   (on 2-way)
			   Yeah, just the one guy who got
			   strangled in the line.  Nothing
			   much else to do here, Chief.  A
			   few cushions, some miscellaneous.
			   We'll have to drag tomorrow for
			   the others.


	29	BEACH HOUSE - DECK - BRODY AND OLD LADY					29

					   BRODY
				   (on 2-way)
			   Better get started tonight.

					   HENDRICKS (o.s.)
			   But Chief -- this swell's coming
			   up.  And the current's moved every-
			   thing anyway ---

					   BRODY
			   Tonight.

					   HENDRICKS (o.s)
				   (groans)
			   Roger.

		Brody turns back to the Old Lady.

					   BRODY
			   So, that's all you saw?

					   OLD LADY
			   That's all.  One minute they were
			   havin' a heck of a time and the
			   next I know the whole thing just
			   blew to smithereens.  Who were
			   they?  Off-islanders?

					   BRODY
			   No, friends.

								CUT TO


	30	EXT. BRODY HOUSE - EVENING						30

		Glad to be home, Brody turns into his driveway.  There is a
		light from the garage.  His sons Mike and Sean and Mike's
		chubby friend, Andy, are scrubbing a catamaran sailboat.
		Mike Brody is fifteen, very good-looking and knows it.

					   BRODY
				   (slowly getting
				   out of his car)
			   What the hell is that?

					   MIKE
			   Doug let me have it cheap.  A
			   beaut isn't it?  What's the
			   matter?

					   BRODY
			   Nothing.

					   SEAN
				   (7 years old)
			   That old boat was too small.  Mike
			   said we couldn't race with that.
			   I'm going with them.

					   MIKE
			   No you aren't.

					   ANDY
				   (wears heavy braces)
			   The guys run out to the lighthouse
			   and back now, Mr. Brody.  He needs
			   this.  It's much safer.

					   MIKE
			   This will be a racer, and the old
			   boat leaks and I'm paying for this
			   myself.

					   SEAN
			   I like it.  Don't you like it, Dad?

					   BRODY
				   (turning to go in)
			   I don't want to talk about it now.
			   I guess at least it's better than
			   diving.

					   MIKE
			   You know I wish you'd believe Tom
			   Andrews.  Diving is safer than
			   camping out or driving a car ---

					   BRODY
			   Or parachute jumping.

								CUT TO


	31	INT. KITCHEN DINING AREA						31

		Ellen turns the stove on to heat up his dinner.

					   BRODY
				   (pouring a drink)
			   I'm not too hungry.

					   ELLEN
			   Yeah, I heard.  How did it happen?

					   BRODY
			   I wish I knew.

		The three Kids stream through the kitchen on their way to
		get something from Mike's room.  Sean hangs back and leans
		up against his father.

					   SEAN
			   Guess what, Dad?

					   BRODY
			   What?

					   SEAN
			   Andy's moving away.  And his
			   mother too.

					   BRODY
			   No kidding.

					   ELLEN
			   How come you're moving, Andy?

		He tromps back in and rummages through the refrigerator.

					   ANDY
			   My mother got laid off again.  Not
			   enough work in the restaurant.

					   ELLEN
			   That's too bad.  Mike'll miss you.

					   SEAN
			   Me too.

					   MIKE
				   (entering)
			   Miss him?  Barf!

					   ELLEN
			   Can't she find another job?

					   BRODY
			   In this town?

				 	   ANDY
			   She's got a job on the mainland,
			   I think, in the fall.

					   ELLEN
			   Maybe she could get a job here
			   with the Amity Shores project
			   before then.  Martin says some
			   people are getting work already,
			   and if they really get rolling....

					   ANDY
			   ...anyway, until this is all re-
			   solved, you won't mind if I sort
			   of move into your refrigerator.

					   ELLEN
			   I thought you had.

		Andy smiles, peanut butter sticking to his braces.

					   MIKE
			   He's selling his braces.  Wanta
			   buy them.

					   ELLEN
			   No thanks.

					   ANDY
			   Your loss.

		The Kids go back outside, Andy dripping peanut butter and
		jelly across the kitchen floor.

					   ANDY
				   (going out the door)
			   Things'll never be the same without
			   me, huh?

		Brody sits in silence for a moment -- smiling, but involved
		in his own thoughts.

								CUT TO


	32	UNDERWATER - NIGHT - A LARGE METAL RAKE					32

		scrapes along the ocean floor leaving clouds of silt in its
		wake.  It rises toward the surface.

		The P.D. Boat's searchlight scans the waves:  the wind has
		risen sharply, whipping their crests to foam.  Winching the
		rake to the stern, Hendricks frees it of seaweed and drops
		it back in.

								CUT TO


	33	INT. BRODY BEDROOM - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT				33

		Brody is awake.  There's something he can't get out of his
		mind.  He gets out of bed, pulls on his pants.


	34	ON HIS DESK								34

		is a photograph.  He's smiling, shaking hands with Matt Hooper.
		And a plaque:  "Martin Brody, Amity Man of the Year, 1975."
		Beyond the desk is the sea.  A storm is coming.  He unlocks
		a drawer and takes out:  a box of .38 caliber hollow-point
		bullets, a twenty-five cc vial of sodium cyanide, and a dispos-
		able plastic syringe.  From a cupboard in the dining room he
		gets a red candle.  He turns the desk lamp on, opens the box
		of bullets.  Carefully, one by one, he stands them on end.

								CUT TO


	35	AT SEA - MIDDLE OF NIGHT - THE P.D. BOAT				35

		is still dragging.

					   HENDRICKS
			   Okay, pull her up.

		They put the boat in neutral and start the winch.  A few yards
		of line come up, then the winch grinds slowly to a stop with
		the weight of something very heavy.

					   HENDRICKS
				   (working its gears)
			   Damn, this thing never works right.

		Now the line begins to rise again, slowly tipping the boat,
		bringing its stern almost level with the waves from the weight
		of its burden.

					   HENDRICKS
			   Jesus, something really heavy.

		What could be so heavy...a piece of the burned boat...a body?

		It's coming up.  The searchlight finds it.  They bring it
		closer.  Great tendrils of kelp hang from the rake, obscuring
		what's underneath.  Afraid of what he'll find, Hendricks
		carefully removes slippery weeds and discovers, draped across
		the rake's claws, a six-inch-thick insulated cable.

					   HENDRICKS
			   For Christ's sakes, it's the
			   electric line from the mainland!
				   (he frees it and
				   drops it back in)
			   I told him we'd never find anything
			   in this weather.

					   ANOTHER OFFICER
			   One more time?

		The P.D. Boat's lights cast eerie forms on the waves and it's
		cold -- Hendricks doesn't like it at all.

					   HENDRICKS
			   Let's get the hell out of here
			   before we do find something.

								CUT TO


	36	BRODY'S DESK - LETHAL BLUE LIQUID					36

		is drawn from the vial into the syringe.  Brody inserts the
		needle into the hollow point of a bullet and fills it.  He
		tips the candle, sealing the poison in with a drop of wax.
		A hand touches him.

					   ELLEN
			   For God's sake, Martin!  What is
			   the matter?  Why are you doing
			   that?

					   BRODY
			   Why do you think?

					   ELLEN
			   What I think doesn't matter.  It's
			   what you think.

					   BRODY
			   I want to ask you a question.  Four
			   people are...

					   ELLEN
			   We've been through this already.

					   BRODY
				   (carefully placing
				   the prepared bullets
				    back in the box)
			   Four people are out in a boat.  It
			   blows up with two of them in it.
			   Okay.  The other two are water-
			   skiing behind it.  What happens to
			   them?  Could they blow up?  One of
			   them is strangled in the tow-line.
			   The other can't be found.  What
			   happened to that one?

					   ELLEN
			   I don't know.

					   BRODY
				   (locks box in drawer)
			   I'm asking you, doesn't that seem
			   strange to you?

					   ELLEN
			   Yes it does, but the whole inci-
			   dent is weird...Martin, come back
			   to bed,
				   (going)
			   you're exhausted.

					   BRODY
			   I don't know what I am.  All I know
			   is what I'm afraid of.

		He doesn't follow her.

								CUT TO


	37	EXT. PORCH - NIGHT							37

		Brody comes out and walks to the water.  Mike's old boat is
		banging against the dock with the rising swells.  It's half
		full of water.  Brody walks along the beach.

								CUT TO


	38	BEACH - NIGHT - SNOW FENCE						38

		Billowing clouds and a steady surf breaking, high tide is
		rolling in...the bell in a buoy rings with each surge.  Along
		the deserted flotsam-littered shore, darkly communing with
		himself, plods Brody.


	39	POINT OF VIEW FROM THE WATER						39

		Something unseen keeps slow pace with him.


	40	BEACH - BRODY								40

		stops, and looks out to sea, the source of his haunting
		fears and nightmarish memories.  After a moment he walks
		on, then stops and turns.  He's seen something in the surf,
		he's curious...peering, he walks out onto the wet sand.  We
		see it now, near the buoy, a large piece of something bright
		yellow.  From the boat?  Brody can't tell, steps out farther,
		water's flowing over his shoes, he hardly notices.

		The waves aren't bringing it in, he looks around for a stick,
		a pole...nothing...he'll have to wade out for it.  Three steps
		and he's up to his knees.  He backs away as a wave breaks,
		then goes forward again, keeping his eye on the yellow object.
		Slower now, almost parallel with it...another wave is coming...
		and suddenly a black shape lunges upon him from a wave.  He
		cries out, striking blindly at it ---


	41	A BODY									41

		burned beyond recognition.


	42	BRODY									42

		stands there panting...then, appalled by what he must do, he
		forces himself to approach the thing rolling in the sea.


	43	UNDERWATER								43

		Brody's legs moving toward the body.


	44	BRODY									44

		closes his eyes and grabs.  The thing comes apart.  Gasping,
		he rushes from the water.


	45	UNDERWATER								45

		Brody's legs pump out of reach.

								CUT TO


	46	INT. BRODY'S OFFICE - GRAY LIGHT					46

		Brody and his elderly secretary Polly (she's wearing signs of
		having been summoned in the middle of the night) are filling
		out a mountain of forms.  Coroner Santos comes in.

					   CORONER
			   Wind's dying down.

					   BRODY
			   Well?

					   CORONER
				   (dictating to Polly)
			   Minor lacerations, complete charring
			   of the body.

					   BRODY
			   Lacerations??

					   CORONER
			   Not from what you think.

		He places a plastic bag containing several small pieces of
		jagged metal on the desk in front of Brody.

					   CORONER
			   These were embedded.


	47	ANGLE - METAL PIECES							47

		Brody turns them in his hand.

					   BRODY (o.s.)
			   Gasoline can.

					   POLLY
			   What do you think Chief?

		He doesn't answer.

					   CORONER
			   A false alarm now would break this
			   town.

					   BRODY
			   So would a shark attack.

					   POLLY
				   (pause)
			   Well, what's the decision?

					   CORONER
			   If you're suspicious Martin, close
			   the beaches.

					   BRODY
			   I am suspicious!  But dammit, there's
			   no proof and if I'm wrong how's this
			   town going to make it through the
			   summer?

								CUT TO


	48	MAIN STREET - BRIGHT DAY - TWO HOT YOUNG THINGS				48

		one pretty, one plain, swing along looking in shop windows and
		keeping an eye out for local boys.  Reeves Vaughan cycles past.

					   REEVES
			   See anything you like?

					   BROOKE
				   (the plain one,
				   sourly)
			   Not you, certainly.

					   REEVES
			   Who's talking to you?

					   ANGELA
				   (the pretty one)
			   Don't make the attempt, sir.

		He cycles off.

								CUT TO


	49	DOCK - MIKE BRODY'S CATAMARAN						49

		A considerable amount of work has been done on the new sailboat.
		Sean Brody sits on the dock throwing pieces of a hotdog to a
		school of small fish.  He watches his older brother Mike hang
		over the water to screw in supports for a fire extinguisher.  A
		cassette player is mounted on the mast.  Andy selects a tape.
		Music.

					   SEAN
			   Gee, that'll be neat when we're
			   out on the water.

					   ANDY
			   What do you mean "we?"

					   SEAN
			   I can come with you, can't I Mike?

					   MIKE
			   Sometimes, but let's get this
			   straight, Nudge, fundamentally
			   this boat is for one thing and
			   one thing only.

					   SEAN
			   Yeah...what?

					   MIKE
			   Making out.

					   SEAN
				   (oily)
			   Oh....

					   ANDY
			   See these cushions?  You know what
			   they're for?

					   SEAN
			   They're lifesavers


		Mike and Andy crack up.

					   MIKE
			   They sure are.
				   (crooning under
				   his breath)
			   Don't look now, but...mammaries....

					   ANDY
				   (whirling around)
			   Where?

					   MIKE
			   I said don't look!

		They busy themselves about the boat.  Mike eases the volume
		up on the music, and lounges on the bow casually dangling
		one hand in the water, very smooth.  Andy adjusts his velvet
		hat to a more attractive angle.

					   MIKE
			   God damn this zit!  Can you see
			   it from where you are?

					   ANDY
				   (grinning slowly,
				   wickedly)
			   Can you see my braces?


	50	ANGELA AND BROOKE							50

		are walking in their direction.  They are indeed very well
		endowed -- although in different directions:  Angela on top,
		Brooke on the bottom.  They notice the boys, and pass by
		slowly, busying themselves in conversation.

					   SEAN
				   (yelling)
			   They're passing!

					   ANDY
			   Shut up!

					   SEAN
				   (whispering)
			   Say something!

					   MIKE
			   Hey, where are you girls from?

					   ANGELA
			   I beg your pardon?

					   MIKE
				   (smooth)
			   Where you from?  Haven't seen you
			   around before.

		The girls exchange a look...snazzy boat, the chubby guy's
		kinda cute, and the other one -- !

					   BROOKE
			   New York.

					   ANDY
			   Far out!  His father's from New
			   York too.

					   ANGELA
			   Oh yeah?

		Mike nods, very casual.

					   BROOKE
			   What a great boat!

					   ANGELA
				   (smiles)
			   Yeah, stereo and everything.

		Sean is impressed.

								CUT TO


	51	OUT AT SEA - OFF THE LIGHTHOUSE						51

		About 20 small sailboats of every sort (dinghies, catamarans,
		Sunfishes, inflatables) are cruising around, most of them
		manned by young people in their teens and early twenties.
		Doug, a 17-year-old on his own in a tiny inflatable, knows
		what he's doing as he neatly comes about.  A scream from
		behind him.  All heads turn ---


	52	MIKE BRODY'S CATAMARAN							52

		is nearly keeling over with a sudden gust, one pontoon high
		off the water, the other running below the surface.  Even
		part of the canvas framework stretched between the two pontoons
		is awash.  The scream was from Brooke, who's terrified at
		how far they're keeled over.  Mike eases off a little, and
		the boat levels.

					   BROOKE
				   (screaming and
				   laughing at
				   the same time)
			   This is fun?  Jesus Christ!

					   ANDY
				   (in quotes)
			   Brooke, my darling, come sit by me
			   and I'll protect you.

					   BROOKE
			   Yeah sure you'll protect me.

		Angela smiles warmly at Mike Brody, tossing her hair back.

					   ANDY
				   (glad for
				   his friend)
			   Hey buddy why don't you head for
			   ol' lighthouse.  We can go
			   ashore, walk around, find shells,
			   etcetera.

		Mike nods as if the suggestion is a merely practical one
		and heads away from the other boats toward the lighthouse.

					   ANGELA
				   (changing
				   the subject)
			   Your little brother's so cute.

					   ANDY
			   Puleese.

					   ANGELA
			   Aw, you're mean to him.  You should've
			   let him come.

					   MIKE
				   (with meaning)
			   He would've just been...in the way.

					   ANGELA
				   (husky)
			   Yeah.


	53	THE ROCKS BENEATH THE LIGHTHOUSE					53

		are steep.  Waves break against them with hollow thuds.
		A small sailboat rides at anchor...Ed is 17, Tina is pretty
		and all his.  They are making their way down from the con-
		cealment of the rocks to swim back to their boat.

					   ANDY
				   (calling)
			   Nice day!

					   TINA
				   (tying the back
				   of her bathing
				   suit)
			   Mind you own business you fat fag!

		Andy strains to think of a snappy comeback...and fails.

					   BROOKE
				   (suddenly)
			   Hey!  What's that -- over there -- ?

		From their point of view:  a black, floating shape on the
		water.

					   BROOKE
				   (pointing to
				   the shape)
			   Let's go see.

					   ANGELA
			   What is it?

		Ed and Tina have seen it too, and are on their way to
		investigate.  Mike's boat cuts through the chop.


	54	ANGLE - THE SHAPE							54

		ahead of them, closer, more defined now...a whale.


	55	MIKE'S BOAT								55

		They're peering ahead.  Then:

					   ANDY
			   It's a whale, a dead whale!

					   MIKE
				   (cautious)
			   How do you know it's dead?

					   ANDY
			   Look!

		We're close enough now to see that it's listing slightly --
		and that its flank is pocked with large red holes.

		Ed and Tina arrive at the carcass.  It reeks, but they're
		fascinated.

					   ED
				   (awed)
			   Something's sure been chewing on him.

		From their point of view, the whale's flank:  now we can see
		clearly how great hunks of flesh have been torn from it.

								DISSOLVE TO


	56	OUT AT SEA - DUSK - WHALE						56

		The Amity P.D. Boat idles alongside the floating carcass,
		deputies manning the boat.  We see it is well equipped --
		first aid gear, emergency flares, and inflatable "Res-Q-Raft"
		in a suitcase-sized pack.  Brody leans over the side with
		his camera, taking a close shot of one of the bites.  His
		shark paranoia is rising -- and the smell of the decomposi-
		tion is making him ill.

					   BRODY
			   Now I want to measure a couple.

		He climbs over and takes a steel tape measure from his
		pocket, pulls out a couple feet of tape.

					   BRODY
			   Jesus, look at its teeth.  What
			   the hell kind of whale is this?

		Brody looks at a bite, and pulls out a bit more tape.  He
		leans out to measure, holding the rail with one hand.

					   DEPUTY
			   Must be this warm spell, making
			   it smell so high.

		Close on Brody, measuring the huge gouges.

					   BRODY
			   Fifty-one vertical...forty seven
			   horizontal.

					   DEPUTY
				   (writing it down)
			   What you gonna do with all this,
			   Chief?

					   BRODY
			   Take it over to the Mainland...
			   Woods Hole.

								CUT TO


	57	WOODS HOLE LABORATORY - MORNING						57

		Humming, buzzing, clicking, flashing electronic gear.
		Specimens of fish and eels in tanks.  Young men and women
		peer into microscopes, monitoring instruments.  Not dis-
		tracted by the array, Brody's only concern is what Dr. Elkins
		(the Institute's director) has to say about his photographs
		and measurements.

					   DR. ELKINS
				   (looks at them
				   and nods)
			   Yes.  I would say this was the
			   work of a Great White.

		Relieved to have it out in the open, terrified of what it
		means, Brody is far away in another time.

					   BRODY
			   I knew it.

					   DR. ELKINS
			   There's no cause for alarm, though ---

					   BRODY
			   It was only ten miles out, Doctor
			   Elkins.  Listen...do sharks ever
			   return to the same location?

					   DR. ELKINS
			   Let me show you something ---


	58	SHARK RESEARCH OFFICE							58

		Charts depicting types of sharks, glass cages containing
		rows of labeled teeth, a blowup of an aerial shot of
		thousands of migrating sharks, and a large map of the world,
		the oceans marked with many little symbols.

					   DR. ELKINS
			   This is what we know of the world's
			   shark population.  Whites often
			   travel through these waters --
				   (points from the
				   Carolinas to Maine)
			   -- quite a way out where it's deep
			   as a rule, between late spring and
			   early summer.

					   BRODY
			   Like around now.

					   DR. ELKINS
			   Yes...Probably they're following
			   whales, they like mammals.

					   BRODY
			   Yeah.

					   DR. ELKINS
			   That's when the whales are up here,
			   migrating north.  Baby sperm whales,
			   pilot whales, they're favorite
			   targets of the Whites.  This one
			   though, is a bit unusual.  This is
			   a killer whale, did you know that?
			   Yes, it took a particularly
			   powerful Great White to kill him.
			   Still...so far out it really implies
			   no danger to your beaches again.

					   BRODY
			   Attacks by sharks -- are they pretty
			   much random, or do they happen in
			   the same places?

					   DR. ELKINS
			   Yes, where there are a lot of sharks,
			   like Australia, or South Africa.
			   There's no other pattern as far as
			   we know.  And it's not a common
			   occurrence anyway.  More than five
			   times as many people are struck by
			   lightning.

					   BRODY
			   And lightning never strikes twice
			   in the same place?

					   DR. ELKINS
				   (leading him
				   from the room)
			   Not often.  I have something you
			   might be interested in ---


	59	SHARK LAB - "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY"					59

		Several testing systems in operation.  Two assistants are
		dissecting a brown shark.  Brody looks around uncomfortably.

					   DR. ELKINS
				   (gesturing
				   toward the
				   dissecting table)
			   Sharks produce an anti-body that
			   protects them from cancer.  Did
			   you know that?
				   (Brody shakes
				   his head)
			   Yes...if we can find out what that
			   anti-body is, sharks may prove to
			   be of great value to man.  Might
			   even save human lives ---

					   BRODY
			   That would be a switch.

					  DR. ELKINS
				   (watching Brody)
			   -- yet people are terrified of
			   sharks.  So terrified that they
			   hunt them down, mutilate them --
			   club them to death.  Sharks,
			   Mr. Brody, are God's creatures too.
				   (moves to a
				   glass tank)
			   We're just beginning to learn about
			   them, so much is still a mystery.

					   ASSISTANT
				   (at a tank)
			   Like a run on Elvis, Doctor?

					   DR. ELKINS
				   (nods, then
				   to Brody)
			   Visual stimuli.  Here, stand up
			   close to it...
				   (Brody hesitates)
			   ...there's no need to be afraid.

		As Brody looks at the shark's head behind the Plexiglas,
		the Assistant draws a blackout curtain around them...Brody
		and Dr. Elkins watch as he then proceeds, with a complex
		flashlight, to beam rays of different colors and intensities
		directly at the shark's eyes...lighting up the whole head
		with an eerie changing glow.

					   DR. ELKINS
			   Color and intensity...watch the
			   response....

		Close on the shark's eyes as the nictitating membrane and
		pupils move with the changes of light.

					   BRODY
			   My God, does that excite them too?
			   I thought it was just blood or
			   splashing ---

					   DR. ELKINS
				   (drawing back
				   the curtain)
			   Any number of things.  Sounds of
			   all sorts.  Sound is top of the
			   list, in fact.
				   (stepping to the
				   shark on the
				   dissecting table)
			   They have extraordinary hearing
			   apparatus, a kind of radar --
				   (pointing it out)
			   -- sensors running from head to
			   tail -- they pick up certain
			   frequencies and home in, like a
			   guided missile.

					   BRODY
			   What kind of frequencies?

					   DR. ELKINS
				   (moving to the
				   large tub)
			   Oh, quite a range.  And over con-
			   sidebar distances.  Irregular
			   sounds, unusual sounds, electrical
			   impulses, almost any low-frequency
			   vibrations --
				   (to another
				   Assistant)
			   Tape please, Bob?
				   (to Brody, pointing
				   to a spot in the wall
				   of the tub)
			   There's a little speaker in there.
			   Watch.

		The Assistant starts a tape machine, and Brody looks down
		into the tub, following the movements of the lemon shark
		with rigid fascination.

					   DR. ELKINS
			   Now he's just hearing peaceful
			   marine life...nothing special...
			   but now he hears the sound of a
			   wounded grouper a mile away --
				   (the shark noses
				   at the speaker,
				   agitated)
			   Now just silence --
				   (the shark resumes
				   circling as before)
			   Now -- watch him -- a Waring Blender,
			   low speed, same distance ---

		The shark pauses, then strikes at the speaker repeatedly,
		jaws wide and snapping.  Brody watches, appalled.

					   BRODY
			   Let me ask you -- this might seem
			   kind of stupid --

					   DR. ELKINS
			   What's that?

					   BRODY
			   They must get signals from each
			   other too ---

		Dr. Elkins shrugs.

					   BRODY
			   See, I've read how dolphins send
			   out whole messages -- I just won-
			   dered if a shark --
				   (pauses, embarrassed)
			   I mean, that one I killed...how do
			   we know it didn't communicate with
			   other sharks before it died.  May-
			   be it had a mate or something.
			   Maybe I left a trace in the water,
			   a smell -- or maybe they just sense
			   me in some way you don't know about
			   yet.  They never go for revenge or
			   anything like that, do they?

					   DR. ELKINS
				   (slightly amused)
			   Sharks, Mr. Brody, never take any-
			   thing personally.

		Brody nods, then looks back into the tub:  the lemon shark is
		circling again.

								CUT TO


	60	AMITY BEACH - DAY							60

		Brody on a dune above the beach, sweating, peering through
		field glasses.


	61	BEACH FROM HIS POINT OF VIEW						61

		The cabanas, their paint weathered, are being scrubbed up for
		the season.  About 100 people on the beach, a dozen in the
		water.  Although it's the first swimmable weekend of the
		season, it's still a bit early in the day, and the water's
		cold.

		Reeves Vaughan and a boy with heavy sideburns arrive on their
		expensive ten-speeds and a sprawl in the sun.

		The Amity P.D. Boat is patrolling off shore.  The watchtower:
		a guard on duty at the top, a warning bell hangs beside him.
		As Brody scans out to sea again:

					   SEAN (o.s.)
			   Mom said eat your lunch.

		The boy has hiked up the dune -- he holds out a sandwich and
		thermos to his father.  Ellen has spread a blanket out on the
		sand.

					   BRODY
			   You eat it, Sean.

					   SEAN
			   I just had lunch.

					   BRODY
			   Good, then you can't go in the
			   water.

		Sean looks at him, wishing he hadn't said that.  We hear the
		sound of a large vehicle braking ---


	62	A BRIGHTLY PAINTED BUS							62

		with AMITY SHORES lettered on its side pulls up close to the
		beach.  Peterson and Mayor Vaughan disembark, all smiles,
		followed by several affluent-looking couples carrying picnic
		lunches.

		Brody watches for a moment and looks seaward again.

		Two more people emerge from the Amity Shores bus:  a tired-
		looking mother and a girl of nine (Bunny) dragging her terrible
		dog behind her.  They look around as Peterson continues his
		soft sell.

					   PETERSON
			   ...Never very crowded or noisy,
			   almost a private beach really, one
			   of the finest on this coast.  Any-
			   one low on Bain de Soleil?
				   (they chuckle
				   appreciatively)
			   Enjoy yourselves.

		The people disperse to the sands.

					   ELLEN
			   Hi Larry!  Mr. Peterson!  Want some
			   lunch?

					   PETERSON
				   (sitting)
			   That's the best offer I've had
			   all...

		He breaks off:  the mother and her little girl are coming over,
		the child still dragging the dog.

					   MRS. RYAN
			   Oh, Mr. Peterson, I wanted to ask...
			   Bunny, stop that, leave that thing
			   alone!

					   PETERSON
			   Yes, Mrs. Ryan?

					   MRS. RYAN
			   I know I'm being silly, but is it
			   really safe to go in?

					   PETERSON
			   Absolutely.

					   VAUGHAN
			   Couldn't be safer!
				   (gestures at the
				   tower and P.D. Boat)
			   All these precautions!

					   MRS. RYAN
			   Yes, I noticed the policeman there.

		They follow her glance:  there's Brody, conspicuously poised
		at his vigil.

					   ELLEN
			   Oh, he's...bird watching, you know
			   ...seagulls, ducks....

					   BUNNY
			   No, he's not.

					   PETERSON
			   You and your little girl have your
			   dip, Mrs. Ryan.

		Nodding a bit doubtfully, she walks away.

					   PETERSON
			   There goes that sale.

					   ELLEN
			   He's doing his job.

					   PETERSON
			   Well, maybe we should ask him to
			   hold off doing his job until these
			   people leave.


	63	BRODY									63

		is peering out at the bathers.

		His point of view:  Mrs. Ryan and Bunny wade into the water,
		Bunny carrying her reluctant dog out for a swimming lesson.

					   VAUGHAN (o.s.)
			   Martin, for Pete's sake.

		Brody lowers his binoculars, and sees Vaughan wallowing up the
		dune toward him.

					   VAUGHAN
			   Please quit standing up here with
			   those glasses.  There's no reason
			   for it, Martin, you'll scare people
			   to death.

		Brody doesn't reply, and continues his watch.  Vaughan
		crouches down beside him not wanting to be seen.

					   VAUGHAN
			   Will you stop acting crazy?  A
			   whale, a whale got killed fifteen
			   miles out....

					   BRODY
				   (scanning the beach)
			   Ten.

		Bunny is waist-deep trying to get her dog to swim.  It clings
		to her in terror.  She throws it into deeper water and her
		mother screams at her.  Bunny sticks her tongue out.

		Brody raises his binoculars beyond Bunny and goes rigid as he
		sees a large shadow undulating in the water.

					   BRODY
			   There.  What's that?

		Whatever it is, is moving in like a giant amoeba.  Gulls hover
		as it glides along beneath the surface, then dart and plunge,
		screaming as it moves closer.

		Brody drops his glasses.  Horrified, waving at the watchtower,
		he starts to run toward the beach.

					   VAUGHAN
				   (following)
			   Martin! ---


	64	BRODY									64

		running -- down the dune to the beach, gesturing frantically --
		why doesn't the guard ring the bell?!!


	65	TOWER PLATFORM - SAM THE GUARD						65

		is looking through field glasses, checking via walkie-talkie
		with the police boat.

					   SAM
			   What the hell is it?


	66	OFF-SHORE - P.D. BOAT							66

					   OFFICER
				   (into walkie-talkie)
			   Don't know.  Too big to be a shark.


	67	BRODY RUNNING HARDER							67

		He pulls out his gun as he runs and loads the prepared bullets.
		He trips on the edge of a blanket and staggers on, flying
		sand catching a child in the face.

		Still running, his eyes strain into glaring reflections on the
		water...it's difficult to determine what the shadow is.

		The child is crying.  People back off in alarm at the sight
		of him running, gun drawn.  Bunny's mother screams at her to
		get out of the water.  The obscure shape slides closer, rolling
		in toward shore.

					   BRODY
				   (screaming up
				   at the tower)
			   RING THE BELL!!

		Some bathers have seen the thing in the water and race out.
		Others point in wonder at the dark mass as little fish spring
		up from it.

		Attracted by all the excitement, Sean Brody has come down to
		the water's edge to investigate.

		Bunny has succeeded too well.  Her dog swims happily -- away
		from her.  She refuses to leave the water without him.

					   BUNNY
				   (crying, following
				   into deeper water)
			   Snapper, please come in!  Snapper!!

		She grabs him.  Her mother screams at her.


	68	BRODY									68

		reaches the tower and starts to climb.

					   SAM
				   (leaning over)
			   It's okay, Chief!

					   BRODY
			   What are you talking about....

		He climbs the tower.  Vaughan, panting heavily, lumbers up
		below.

					   VAUGHAN
			   Martin...please!

					   BRODY
				   (on top)
			   Ring the bell!  Ring it!!

					   SAM
			   It's okay, Chief, look!  It's a
			   school of bluefish.
				   (laughing)
			   Get your fishing rod!


	69	THE BEACH								69

		Several men have brought out their fishing gear, one's already
		casting.  Big blues flash wildly as the water bubbles and
		boils with activity...the blues are chasing bait fish.

		Stomping out of the water, Bunny spanks her wet rat of a dog.
		The fishermen connect as soon as their lines hit the water.

		Hoots and howls of excitement waft up to Brody as he stands
		there sweating and panting, staring in amazement at the sight
		before him.

					   BRODY
			   Oh, yeah...I didn't see....

		A little unsteady, he puts his gun away and starts to climb
		down.  People are watching him.

		The child is still crying.  Sean is embarrassed for his father.
		Peterson looks at Ellen.

					   PETERSON
				   (sarcastic)
			   Thorough at his job, isn't he?


	70	BRODY									70

		drops down, his box of red-tipped bullets spilling out on
		the sand.  He brushes them off with too much concentration.

					   BRODY
				   (to the Mayor)
			   Sorry, Larry.

					   VAUGHAN
				   (helping
				   pick them up)
			   What the hell are these red things,
			   Martin?

					   BRODY
			   Cyanide.  There's cyanide inside...
			   can kill a shark instantly.

		Vaughan puts an understanding hand on his shoulder, and they
		walk beyond the tower, away from the crying.  People here
		and there are staring after Brody and talking among themselves.
		Reeves Vaughan comes up.

					   REEVES
			   Anything wrong, Dad?

					   VAUGHAN
				   (banishing his son
				   with a glance, then
				   to Brody)
			   Maybe you ought to take some time
			   off.  Before the summer really
			   starts.

					   BRODY
				   (gazes out
				   to sea)
			   Mine's already started.

								DISSOLVE TO


	71	BRODY HOUSE - PORCH - DUSK						71

		Head back, eyes closed, Brody is listening to the sound of the
		waves crashing on the beach.  A heavy wind has come up, turning
		the sky a deep red-purple.  Ellen joins him.

					   ELLEN
			   What do you want for dessert?

					   BRODY
			   Wheat fields, farms, big stretches
			   of land.

					   ELLEN
			   You want to move again.

					   BRODY
			   A little.

					   ELLEN
			   As in 'a little pregnant?'

					   BRODY
			   I don't know.  I've always lived
			   on an island.  I mean, Manhattan
			   is an island, too.

					   ELLEN
				   (amused)
			   That's true.  I never thought of
			   it that way.  How would you like
			   to take a walk with a person who
			   loves you?

								DISSOLVE TO


	72	THE BEACH - ELLEN AND BRODY						72

		are walking along the edge of the water.  The ocean is
		luminescent.

					   BRODY
			   Look out there.  I wonder how many
			   sharks are spawned each year.
			   Millions probably.  Millions of
			   eating machines...And we're soft,
			   we're meat.  Did you ever think of
			   yourself as meat?

					   ELLEN
			   Well, as a matter of fact....

		He slips his arm around her and they walk a few steps in
		silence.  Far down the beach some kids have made a bonfire
		and are singing.

					   ELLEN
			   I wonder if they sense fear.  I
			   mean dogs sense fear, and I bet
			   sharks do too.

					   BRODY
			   Everything else attracts them, so
			   you know they're attracted by fear.
			   And if they are, we're in big
			   trouble.

					   ELLEN
			   Why?

					   BRODY
				   (fake chuckle)
			   Cause I'm really scared.

		She looks up at him...his face against the star-filled sky.

				  	   BRODY
			   I had a dream last night.  I was
			   on this sliver of sand in front of
			   a huge dune, a cliff really. that
			   went straight up with no shrubs or
			   anything to hold onto.  Then from a
			   long way out I saw a giant wave,
			   like a hundred stories high, coming.
			   So I tried to climb the cliff, but
			   the sand slipped through my fingers
			   and I fell.  And all the time the
			   wave was getting closer, and, you
			   know, higher -- until it almost
			   filled the sky.  But it wasn't the
			   wave I was afraid of.  It was what
			   was under the wave...and I had to
			   kill it, and then another one came.
			   And I had to kill that one too, and
			   I was afraid they'd come too fast
			   and I wouldn't have a chance.

		He stops and gazes out at the satiny black water.

					   BRODY
			   I can't stop looking out there.  I
			   try, but when I turn away from it,
			   I get this creepy feeling that it's
			   coming closer...so I have to keep
			   watching...you see I just can't
			   shake the idea, that it's waiting
			   for me, and it's going to get me.
			   Not just anyone, me.

					   ELLEN
				   (muffled)
			   For what reason?

					   BRODY
			   Because it wants revenge!  So call
			   the men in the white coats.  Hey!
			   Ellen!  Are you crying?  Why're
			   you crying?  I wasn't really serious.
			   I was just, oh hey don't cry.

					   ELLEN
			   If there's a shark that wants re-
			   venge he's sure getting it.

					   BRODY
			   What do you mean?

					   ELLEN
			   By making you feel like this.  That's
			   his revenge.  Somehow we've got to
			   put this thing behind us because
			   it's destroying us.  We can't live
			   like this anymore.  My God, Martin,
			   look at the state you're in.  No-
			   thing's happened for three years!

					   BRODY
			   Six people dead in a month.

					   ELLEN
			   Three years ago there was concrete
			   evidence...you know you're not
			   really sure now.

					   BRODY
			   Oh, he's there.
				   (looks out to
				   sea, his voice
				   rising)
			   He's out there and he's playing with
			   us!  Godammit I know that son-of-a-
			   bitch is out there!

								CUT TO


	73	AMITY VILLAGE - PRE-DAWN						73

		Street lights glow icily in the mist and go out with the first
		somber sign of dawn.

		A lone fisherman makes his way down to the dock.  One light
		still shines on the pier, its reflections reaching out into
		glassy swells where cabin cruisers swing from moorings in the
		harbor.  Japanese lanterns are strung like gems between the
		masts of a large yawl.

		And out there beyond the mouth of the harbor is the ocean,
		barely discernable in the grey light creeping in from the
		east.  Waves tumble and roll through the portal, bringing in
		the open sea.  Something is there, stealing along with the
		incoming tide.  Two gulls resting on a wooden piling lift off
		soundlessly.  Rigging creaks.  A dinghy scrapes ominously
		along the side of a yacht, and the Japanese lanterns sway back
		and forth.

		A bell-buoy tolls softly as the Shark slides unnoticed into
		the harbor.

								CUT TO


	74	AMITY SHORES CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY					74

		Construction progressing...gardeners planting saplings near
		the pool.  Walking toward the parking lot are Peterson and
		six very worried townsmen -- Mayor Vaughan and the five Select-
		men:  Mr. Santini, Mrs. Nichols, Joan Taft, Mr. Kaiser and
		Mr. Sansom.

					   SANTINI
			   Yeah -- who got bit?  Who got ate?
			   The odds it happens again is
			   astronomical!

					   VAUGHAN
			   Surely he'll see that himself in
			   a week or two and straighten out.

					   MRS. TAFT
			   Look how he's acting.  You can't find
			   him when you need him -- he's always
			   up in that tower.  Maybe we should
			   get somebody who will take care of
			   the town!

					   VAUGHAN
			   I think you're jumping the gun.

					   MRS. TAFT
			   Oh, Larry...

					   PETERSON
				   (getting in his car)
			   Your loyalty's touching, Larry, but
			   I think you'd better start looking
			   for a new Police Chief.

		Gestures "it's up to you" and goes.  They watch him, then
		avoiding each others' eyes drift toward their cars.

					   MR. KAISER
			   I'll make some calls, see who's
			   available...just as a precaution.

					   MRS. NICHOLS
			   We're forgetting what the man did
			   for us.

					   SANSOM
			   But he's not the same man.

								CUT TO


	75	EXT. DOCK AREA - DAY							75

		Mike Brody, his friend Andy and little Sean Brody come out
		of a nautical supply store, their arms loaded with new sails,
		and head down the dock for their boat.

					   ANDY
			   What'll we do if they don't show
			   on Saturday?

					   MIKE
			   They'll show, don't worry.  How
			   much we got left?

		Reeves Vaughan and three of his friends from Andover breeze
		by on their ten-speeds...too close and fast for comfort.

					   ANDY
				   (spitting)
			   Three bucks.

					   MIKE
			   And we need money for wine too.
				   (sophisticated)
			   Angela said they like white.

					   SEAN
			   I have three dollars, Mike.  You
			   could have it.  You could have my
			   allowance too, and I could go with
			   you guys, huh?

					   MIKE
			   How many times do I have to tell
			   you no?  NO, N.O.

					   SEAN
			   How're ya gonna get wine anyway?
			   You're not old enough.

					   ANDY
				   (to Sean)
			   Will you go drown or something.

		Andy's spitting has not gone unnoticed by Reeves.  He's
		turned around and come back.

					   REEVES
			   Did you spit at us?

					   ANDY
			   I?  Spit never crossed my lips.

		Mike, Andy and Sean continue on their way; the Andover boys
		keep pace on their bikes.

					   ANDOVER #1
			   Watch it, fat boy!

		Mike and Andy try to ignore them, but it's hard considering
		Andovers’ need for a fight.  They reach the boat and busy
		themselves sorting out their goods.

					   ANDOVER #2
			   The metal in that kid's mouth alone
			   will sink their little dinghy, huh
			   Gordon?

					   ANDOVER #1
			   More likely the weight of his fat ass.

					   MIKE
			   Hey Reeves, why don't you guys knock
			   it off?

					   REEVES
				   (coming up to him)
			   What did you say -- you conceited
			   asshole?

					   MIKE
				   (touching him)
			   Just go, ride your bikes.

					   REEVES
			   Don't put your hands on me, Brody.
			   You know, you're not the only one
			   around here with a boat --

		One of the Andover boys is fooling with their sailing gear.

					   MIKE
				   (turning)
			   Hey!

		With that Reeves pushes Mike into the water.  Mike's cool
		vanishes.

					   MIKE
			   I'll kill you!

		Andy's glasses go flying as he tackles Reeves from behind
		throwing him down for a moment of glory, but then Reeves
		easily gets the better of him, mashing his face into the
		dock.  Sean flies to the rescue.

					   SEAN
				   (kicking Reeves)
			   You leave us alone.  I'm gonna
			   tell my father.

					   REEVES
				   (picking Sean up)
			   That nut!  He's too busy looking
			   for sharks.

					   SEAN
			   You shut your mouth!

					   REEVES
			   He can't help being sick !

					   ANDOVER #2
			   Maybe we should help the Chief by
			   putting out a little bait, huh?

					   REEVES
			   A little shark bait.

		They hold Sean over the edge of the dock, kicking and scream-
		ing.

					   SEAN
			   HELP, MIKE!  MIKE!

					   MIKE
			   I'm warning you!!

		Reeves casually drops Sean ---


	76	UNDERWATER								76

		Through the cloudy water we see a silent splash as Sean
		hits the surface with the flat of his back and goes under.
		He panics, swallowing water, arms and legs flailing in every
		direction.


	77	SURFACE - MIKE								77

		strokes toward his brother and Andy jumps in.


	78	UNDERWATER - SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW					78

		Andy breaks the surface with a splash and swims toward Sean.
		His velvet hat floats behind him on the surface, its long
		feather trailing down like a wounded bird.  Mike's arms and
		legs chop the surface as we veer toward him...then toward
		Sean twisting about wildly.  We glide in closer as Mike and
		Andy dive down, pulling Sean to the surface, up to their
		boat, their legs leaving the water in the nick of time.


	79	SURFACE									79

		Sean is gasping and crying.

					   ANDY
			   Hey, where's my hat?

		Nowhere to be seen.

								CUT TO


	80	BRODY YARD - ELLEN AND KIDS						80

		The Kids are getting out of their wet, dirty clothes before
		going into the house.

					   MIKE
			   Nothin', Ma.  Reeves Vaughan is
			   a creep, that's all.

					   ELLEN
			   You mean you didn't do anything to
			   start it?

					   MIKE
			   I told ya, no!

		Brody drives in.

					   SEAN
			   I'm gonna tell Daddy.

					   ELLEN
			   Oh, honey, let's not bother him
			   with it right now, okay?

					   SEAN
			   I have to.

					   ELLEN
			   Sean, I don't want you to say
			   anything about it now.  You
			   understand?

		Brody approaches, sizes up the situation.

					   BRODY
			   Mike, I know this'll be hard on
			   you but I'd like you to hold off
			   on sailing for a while, okay?

					   MIKE
			   DAD!!  I've got a new boat and
			   everything!  Why?

					   BRODY
			   I'm sorry Mike, it's just for a
			   while...as a favor.  Now, you want
			   to tell what happened at the dock?

					   MIKE
			   Nothin'.  Reeves is a creep is all.

					   BRODY
			   Some people might agree with you.
			   What's the matter Sean?  Sean?

					   SEAN
			   Nothing...
				   (looks at his mother)
			   Nothing...Daddy...
				   (bursts into tears)
			   He called me sharkbait!  He said
			   you're always looking for sharks
			   cause you're sick.  I'm gonna punch
			   him out!  I HATE HIM!

		Brody gathers him up in his arms.

					   BRODY
			   It's okay Sean, okay...it doesn't
			   matter what people say, does it....?

		Ellen watches, thinking her own thoughts.		

								DISSOLVE TO


	81	WATCHTOWER - SUNSET							81

		The tower casts a long shadow across the deserted sand to where
		the last bathers are loading their cars.  The lights of Amity
		are going on...it's dinner time.  High in his perch, his form
		dark against the sunset, Brody wipes his nose on his sleeve and
		continues his vigil.

								CUT TO


	82	EXT. BRODY HOUSE AND GARAGE - NIGHT					82

		Sean watches Mike and Andy unload sails, rudder, and other
		equipment from Ed's station wagon.

					   ED
				   (holding cushions)
			   You want these back in plastic or
			   you think they'll be all right?

					   ANDY
			   Plastic.  God knows how long it'll
			   be before we'll use them.

					   MIKE
				   (has things under
				   control)
			   This won't last long.

					   ED
			   You hope.  Without your boat it's
			   kinda hard to make out.

					   MIKE
			   The hell it is.  I'm gonna pick
			   Angela up at the ferry tomorrow
			   and get her to come over here.

					   ED
			   In your garage?

					   MIKE
			   Yeah.

					   ED
			   You hope.

					   MIKE
			   These cushions will get used, don't
			   worry.

					   SEAN
			   She only likes you because of your
			   boat.

					   MIKE
				   (loud)
			   I'm gonna smash you in the mouth,
			   you know that?  Why don't you get
			   outa here?

					   ED
				   (watches Sean
				   scurry away)
			   Poor kid lives always at the edge
			   of physical violence.

		Ellen comes to the garage.

					   ELLEN
			   Oh, I thought I heard your father
			   drive in.  Good, you brought your
			   stuff back.
				   (turns to go
				   in and stops)
			   Mike, can I talk to you for a
			   second?
				   (he comes to her)
			   I just want to thank you for being
			so understanding lately.

					   MIKE
			   I have?  That's all right.  I know
			   summer isn't Dad's favorite season.
			   It's just it is a little hard right
			   now, this no sailing business --
			   with the new boat, and everything.

					   ELLEN
			   I know.  You're a good boy, and
			   it's appreciated.
				   (he pretends he
				   doesn't want to
				   hear anymore)
			   I wanted you to know.

		She goes in, closing the door quietly behind her.

					   ED
			   Your mother's really nice...Built
			   too.

					   MIKE
				   (dry)
			   Yeah.

								DISSOLVE TO


	83	AMITY - INLET BRIDGE							83

		Dawn comes.

								CUT T0


	84	WATCHTOWER - EARLY MORNING						84

		Brody climbs the tower for another day.  It's already getting
		hot.

								CUT TO


	85		BEACH - MORNING								85

		Mike and Angela are sprawled out on the sand looking seaward.
		She's sulking.  It's a perfect day for sailing, and several
		boats are already out.  A large gray powerboat is passing
		offshore with rubber-suited figures on its deck.

					   ANGELA
			   What's that?

					   MIKE
				   (bitterly)
			   Skin-diving class.

		She turns over on her back and stares up at the clouds.  He
		moves closer and puts his arm across her.  She doesn't move.
		He leans over and gently touches her neck with his lips...
		she lets him.  Good.  Now his hands reach out for her breast,
		but she pushes him away and sits up.

					   MIKE
			   What's the matter?

					   ANGELA
			   I don't like to make a public
			   display of myself.

					   MIKE
			   Why don't we go back to my house?
			   I have the garage to myself.

					   ANGELA
			   The garage?  How enticing!  How
			   romantic!

					   MIKE
		Mike is embarrassed, searching for something to say.

					   MIKE
			   There's always Pine Groves.

					   ANGELA
			   And wade through bodies?  You just
			   sit on the ground there, you get
			   pregnant.

		She sighs, turns over on her stomach, brushing him with her
		big breasts, and stares out to sea again.

					   ANGELA
			   See, I thought we'd go out to some
			   place where nobody goes.  Someplace
			   special, you know what I mean?

					   MIKE
			   Yeah.  Winter Island.  Nobody there.

					   ANGELA
			   We could bring a picnic and a
			   blanket.  And wine...nice and
			   cool.  And you know, like that
			   ...all alone.

		She pulls him down on top of her and kisses him full on the
		mouth.

					   ANGELA
				   (smiling, whispering
				   in his ear)
			   I really like you, Mike.

		She quickly pushes him away again, but looks at him out of
		the corner of her eye.  He's beside himself.

					   MIKE
			   Yeah.  Well, maybe we could.  I
			   mean I can really do what I want
			   anyway.  I just don't like to
			   upset my father, but I...ah, I
			   can do what I want.

								CUT TO


	86	AT SEA									86

		The gray dive boat drops anchor, eight rubber-suited divers
		aboard.

		Tom Andrews (the diving instructor Brody spoke to by the
		pool) and Andrews' Assistant are helping the student divers
		put on tanks and weight belts.  They're a mixed group -- half
		adults, half teenagers.

					   ANDREWS
			   You won't see much today, not much
			   visibility -- but don't let that
			   make you nervous.

		One of the boys is a little wide-eyed with excitement.

					   ASSISTANT
			   You okay?
				   (the boy nods)
			   And how do you tell me that under
			   the water?

		The boy gives the okay sign.

					   ANDREWS
			   Right, over you go.  Stick with
			   your buddies.

		The class backrolls in one by one.

					   ASSISTANT
			   Coming?

					   ANDREWS
			   Go ahead.  I'm gonna try to get
			   dinner.

		The Assistant backrolls in and joins the scuba divers on the
		surface.  He signals "Down!"

		Andrews picks up a spear gun and giant-steps into the water.
		He swims looking down, cocking the spear gun.


	87	UNDERWATER								87

		from Andrews' point of view:  the divers descending, nearly
		obscured in the murk.  One looks up and waves.  Concerned by
		the poor visibility, Andrews drops down to join them.  He
		glides from one pair of buddies to the other, giving and re-
		ceiving the okay sign.  He can tell from the bubbles that one
		woman's breathing is too rapid -- she needs a bit of calming,
		so Andrews takes her arm for a moment, exaggeratedly breathing
		along with her more slowly...Okay?  Okay.

		They all descend lower.

								CUT TO


	88	BRODY GARAGE								88

		Mike Brody and Andy are sneaking the sailing equipment out.
		A clatter as something is kicked -- "sshh!" -- they head
		toward the road.  Sean appears.

					   SEAN
				   (whispering)
			   I'm coming with you, right?

					   MIKE
			   Get outa here.

					   SEAN
			   Please, oh Mike, please!
				   (but they just
				   keep moving, so
				   he turns to go
				   inside)
			   Okay, I'm telling Mom.

					   MIKE
				   (alarmed)
			   You are not!

					   SEAN
			   Yes I am.

		Pause.

					   MIKE
				   (giving in)
			   What the hell....

								CUT TO


	89	UNDERWATER								89

		The diving class explores the murk.  Andrews shakes his head,
		the visibility is just too poor this far down;  he signals to
		his Assistant -- take them up to 25 feet and level off...

		They obey, Andrews watching them ascend, staying down to ob-
		serve how they do it -- glancing for a moment at a school of
		mackerel streaking by him at top speed ---

		From his point of view, we see the divers 20 feet above him,
		and up beyond them, very dimly, on the surface, the hull
		of the dive-boat.


	90	ANDREWS									90

		looks up, then down at his watch and depth gauge.  His eyes
		widen as he sees something below him:  down in the murk, a
		big striped bass.  He shoots and misses.  The lunker bass
		takes off and he follows in hot pursuit to deeper water.  The
		striper easily outswims him.  It slows, he takes aim and it
		streaks off again, darting back and forth below him.  He
		shouldn't be doing this, leaving his students for so long,
		but this fish is a beauty.  He follows it down.  For a moment,
		he loses it in cloudy water, then his eyes widen with horror
		at what he sees below him ---


	91	THE GREAT WHITE SHARK							91

		looms up out of the darkness with the striper in its mouth.
		One side of the Shark's massive head, charred and knotted by
		scars, has hardened into hideous armor.

		Enraged, blackened from dorsal to mouth, white teeth flashing,
		staring up at him, the Shark rises like a mad beast.

		Andrews panics...finning backward and tearing at his weight
		belt to ditch it, he pulls the inflator cord of his safety
		vest.  Instantly it swells up and he surges upward, eyes shut
		tight, not exhaling.  He pumps past the other divers, and
		shoots to the surface.


	92	THE DIVERS								92

		looking up at him...at each other...what's going on?
		The Assistant signals:  Ascend.  As they carefully rise ---


	93	SURFACE									93

		Andrews unconscious, bleeding from the nose, bobbing on the
		surface.

		The Assistant and the other divers come up.  A boy waves
		desperately for the boat to come as the Assistant tries to
		pry the mouthpiece from Andrews' teeth.

								CUT TO


	94	HARBOR									94

		Angela arrives to find several sailboats are being made ready.
		Brooke is watching Mike and Andy prepare Mike's catamaran.

					   ANGELA
				   (to Mike)
			   You call this alone?

					   MIKE
			   No sweat.  Once we're out there,
			   we'll ditch 'em.

					   ANGELA
				   (meaning Andy
				   and Brooke)
			   What about them?

					   ANDY
			   We have our own things to do.

					   SEAN
				   (locks his
				   bike, hovers)
			   Are we ready to go yet?

					   MIKE
			   You know, Sean, I'm worried.  I
			   think someone better stand guard
			   on that corner.

					   SEAN
			   I'll do it!

		He dashes off, passing two girls (Kathy and Laura) who are
		sliding their sailboat into the water.  They look jealously
		at Angela, whose windbreaker, jeans and sneakers are all black.

					   KATHY
			   Gawd.  The Black Dahlia.

					   LAURA
			   I'm not bitter.  I fell out of love
			   with Mike a long time ago.

		The couple who were caught making it at the lighthouse (Ed
		and Tina) board their boat.


	95	CORNER - SEAN BRODY							95

		sneaking along the wall like an infantryman in combat...reaches
		the corner and cautiously peers around.


	96	SEAN'S POINT OF VIEW - MAIN STREET					96

		People, shoppers, but no Martin Brody.

					   SEAN
				   (calling)
			   All clear!

		He runs back to the dock.

					   SEAN
			   All clear, Mike.

		A thump from one of the boats, followed by giggles and a
		"sshh" and we see ---


	97	ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT							97

		They aren't visible.

					   SOMEBODY (o.s.)
			   Hey!  What're you two doin' in
			   there?

					   TINA
				   (head pops up)
			   None of your business!


	98	ANGELA									98

		gets in Mike's boat.  Her friend Brooke hesitates.

					   ANDY
				   (on board)
			   Come on, Brooke!  Mike's gotta get
			   back.

					   BROOKE
			   That's okay, I'm, uh -- goin' with
			   Polo.

					   ANDY
			   Oh, great.

					   ANGELA
			   Thanks a lot, Brooke!

		They watch her skulk off with the embarrassed Polo to a sleek
		little sloop.

					   ANDY
			   Another rejection.  Spurned even by
			   scuzz.

					   ANGELA
				   (to Mike)
			   So it's just the three of us, then?

					   ANDY
			   Hey, don't worry about me.  We get
			   to the Island, I'll get lost.

					   SEAN
				   (still on dock and
				   getting worried)
			   Mike, can you pull the boat in
			   closer for me?  Mike?

					   MIKE
			   Sorry, but there just isn't
			   room ---

					   SEAN
			   Mike! --

					   MIKE
			   -- and I don't like blackmail.

		Sean pulls a fit.

					   SEAN
			   You promised!  You said!
				   (kicking and
				   screaming, he
				   rolls on the dock)
			   Please!  I can't stand it!  You're
			   making me crazy!

					   MIKE
			   This won't do you any good.

		Kathy and Laura stick up for Sean.

					   KATHY
			   Don't be a rat, Mike.

					   LAURA
			   You probably did promise him,
			   didn't you?

					   ANDY
				   (a dark look
				   at Brooke in
				   Polo's boat)
			   Promises are made to be broken.
			   I should know.

		Sean watches his brother's catamaran raise sail and begin to
		slide away.

					   LAURA
			   That's okay, you can come with us.

					   SEAN
			   With girls?

					   LAURA
			   If you don't want to ---

					   SEAN
			   No, I do, I do.

								CUT TO


	102	EXT. DIVE BOAT AT DOCK - DAY						102

		In the boat a Physician kneeling over Andrews, working on
		him...no response...Brody and the Assistant close by, the
		other divers on the dock, shivering and watching...The
		Physician rises.

					   PHYSICIAN
				   (to Brody)
			   I'd say an embolism.  Air breaking
			   through into the bloodstream,
			   bubbles reaching his brain.
				   (shrugs helplessly)
			   The way he came up, without
			   exhaling ---

					   BRODY
			   How could that happen, though?
			   Tom was an instructor, experi-
			   enced ---

					   PHYSICIAN
			   Any diver can panic.  I'm a diver
			   myself and a good one and I know
			   that just a sudden sense of being
			   down there can do it.  Or maybe
			   equipment failure ---

					   ASSISTANT
				   (with Andrews'
				   tank and regulator)
			   It wasn't that.
				   (presses the purge
				   valve:  a hiss of
				   air)
			   Working perfectly.

		Brody examines the mouthpiece:  we can see it's been bitten
		half through.

					   PHYSICIAN
			   Consistent with panic.  Biting
			   down like that, intake of breath,
			   feeling you have to surface.  It's
			   a kind of claustrophobia.

					   ASSISTANT
			   Yeah, I've had it sometimes.  Not
			   as bad as Tom, though....

		Brody's own panic is visibly surging as the ambulance arrives.

								CUT TO


	103	SAILBOATS AT SEA							103

		Some boats are already tacking around when Mike's catamaran
		and the others get there.  An athletic Redhead is alone on
		a little Sunfish.  Doug is also single-handed in his tiny
		inflatable.  A brisk wind is blowing, there's a light chop,
		and it's clouding up.

					   DOUG
				   (calling as Mike's
				   boat approaches)
			   Where you going?

					   ANDY
			   To the lighthouse!

					   ANGELA
				   (to Andy)
			   What're ya telling them for??!


	104	ANGLE OTHER BOATS							104

					   DOUG
				   (calling)
			   Okay!  The lighthouse!

					   REDHEAD
			   Race you there!


	105	MIKE'S CATAMARAN							105

					   ANGELA
			   Oh, that's great!

					   MIKE
			   We'll lose them.

		Music is heard.  A Tornado catamaran with a brown sail has a
		radio fastened to its mast.

					   ANGELA
			   Whose boat is that?

		The Tornado turns about, revealing its captain, Reeves Vaughan.

					   ANDY
			   Aw, shit.

					   ANGELA
			   Who's that?

					   MIKE
			   The town idiot.

		Reeves is with the boy with spectacular Sideburns.

					   SIDEBURNS
				   (calling to
				   them, trying to
				   be friendly)
			   Ya wanna race to the lighthouse?

					   ANDY
			   Race to the nuthouse, creeps!

					   REEVES
				   (passing close)
			   What're you doing with such trash,
			   my pretty?
				   (calling to
				   everyone)
			   To the lighthouse!  On your mark!


	106	MIKE'S CATAMARAN							106

		Mike takes out a whistle, gives a short blast, tosses it to
		Andy.

					   ANDY
				   (calling to
				   other boats)
			   When I blow the whistle, okay?

					   ANGELA
				   (laughing)
			   Is that a police whistle?

					   MIKE
			   Naturally.


	107	ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT							107

		Ed at the bow, groaning at Tina, who's handling the boat
		ineptly.

					   ED
			   No, Tina, let me take her.

					   TINA
			   All right, Hercules, you got it.

		She simply lets go of sail and rudder.  The boom whips
		around.  Ed catches it, gives her a look as they switch
		positions.

		He's trying to get the boat lined up...a long blast from
		the whistle, a cheer, and the others are off.  Ed slaps the
		hull as if it were the flank of a horse ---

					   ED
				   (frustrated)
			   Come on, come on....

					   TINA
				   (smiling inno-
				   cently at him)
			   Gee, you're terrific!


	108	 MIKE'S CATAMARAN							108

		Cheers and coyote yelps from racers on either side...Reeves'
		Tornado surges ahead

					   REEVES
				   (calling to Angela)
			   You're in the wrong boat, honey.
			   I'll show you a race.

					   ANGELA
				   (showing him a smart
				   middle finger salute)
			   Race this!!


	109	NINE BOATS								109

		racing away in a ragged line.


	110	UNDERWATER								110

		We see, from the Shark's point of view, all the skimming
		hulls, silhouetted on the surface far above.

								CUT TO


	111	AMITY DOCK - DAY							111

		Rear doors of the ambulance slam shut.  Brody turns away
		as it leaves.

		He sees, resting on its side -- Sean's bike.  Where's Sean?
		Mike's sailboat -- IT'S GONE.

								CUT TO


	112	BOATS AT SEA								112

		The race progressing.  Brightly colored sails -- crimson,
		brown, lavender, striped -- are strung out along the course.
		Boats are widely separated now, on at the rear more so
		than others.  We hear snatches of music ---


	113	REEVES' TORNADO								113

		The radio fastened to his mast is blaring away.  Reeves and
		his friend Sideburns are singing along.  They're running first.
		In the b.g. Mike Brody's catamaran gains a little on them.


	114	MIKE BRODY'S BOAT							114

					   ANGELA
			   Come on, come on, I want to be
			   first!


	115	FROM THEIR POINT OF VIEW - THE BOATS BEHIND THEM			115

		Spread out over a hundred yards, and beyond them the last boat,
		straggling even further behind now.

		Right behind Mike:


	116	SUNFISH - THE REDHEAD							116

		handles her boat smartly, stealing wind from the skiff next
		to her.

		Behind her:


	117	OTHER BOATS AND SLOOP WITH POLO AND BROOKE				117

		He's hoisting a black jib.  She lifts her face to the wind
		like a happy dog in a car window.

		Behind them:


	118	SAILBOAT WITH TWO GIRLS AND SEAN BRODY					118

		Sean's wearing a lifejacket.  His mood has changed and he's
		having a ball.  Kathy edges out to join Laura on the windward
		side, harnessing herself so she hangs way out over water.
		Even with the two of them there, the pontoon only skims the surface.
		Sean starts to join them.

					   SEAN
			   I'll help.

					   KATHY
				   (it's too dangerous)
			   No, stay where you are.

		Disappointed, Sean trails a finger in the rushing water...
		watching its wake...another finger, then the hand...a heavier
		wake....


	119	ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT							119

		This is the straggler:  Tina has taken over again, clumsily
		zig-zagging, letting out too much sail.  The music from the
		boat ahead hardly audible here.

					   ED
				   (good humored
				   about it)
			   Let me catch up.

					   TINA
			   I'm learning!

					   ED
				   (reaching for
				   the rudder)
			   Not enough, baby ---

					   TINA
				   (pushing it
				   away, playful)
			   Be a good boy ---

		The boat veers.

					   ED
				   (laughing)
			   Hey --
				   (scuffling
				   with her)
			   Gonna let me?  Huh?

					   TINA
				   (resisting)
			   Ooh!  You dirty thing!!
			   You're -- too -- competitive ---

		Squeals as he tickles her ---


	120	UNDERWATER - FROM SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW					120

		The veering hull above us, we're rising to it...hearing the
		sounds they're making on the hull.


	121	ED AND TINA								121

		both laughing as they grapple over who's to hold the sail
		and tiller -- suddenly Tina, looking past him, freezes ---


	122	THE FIN									122

		huge, half-blackened, breaking the surface, approaching ---


	123	THE BOAT								123

		Ed, terrified, shoves Tina away toward the bow.  Both have
		let go of the sail, and it swings free.  Ed seizes the
		tiller, he's trying to rudder around...the boat slews
		sideways...Ed half rises, grabs for the rigging, staring
		at the fin -- and the wind-filled sail comes whizzing back
		at him, the boom knocking him overboard...Tina screams.


	124	ANGLE - ED								124

		gasping the water, lunges for the boat, but it's drawing
		away, and the fin is turning towards him...we glimpse the
		other boats, they're too far to see or hear a thing.  Ed
		tries to flail toward the boat.  A tremor ripples down the
		Shark's marble body.  One quick thrust of its tail and it
		turns -- we see the hideously mottled side of its massive
		head.  The giant is homing in...Tina screams ---


	125	TINA									125

		clutches the boom, eyes widening at what she sees now...she
		screams again.


	126	THE THREE BOATS AHEAD OF HER						126

		sail blithely on as the music wails over the water, the
		girls boat in the f.g...Sean looks back for a moment....


	127	ANGLE									127

		We see from his point of view the floundering sailboat
		almost a quarter-mile away...He faces forward with a
		patronizing smile.

					   KATHY
				   (to Laura)
			   At it again!


	128	THE RACE								128

		proceeding -- minus Ed and Tina.

								CUT TO


	129	DOCK - BRODY'S SQUAD CAR						129

		He's on the radio.

					   BRODY
			   See anything, Sam?


	130	BEACH WATCHTOWER - SAM							130

		Scanning the horizon with binoculars.  It's become a gray
		day.  A few sailboats in the distance are disappearing into
		haze, leaving only the straggler in sight, too far away to
		see what's going on.

					   SAM
				   (into walkie-talkie)
			   No sign of his boat, Martin.  Three
			   little kids throwing sand.  Should
			   I bust 'em?


	131	BRODY'S CAR - DOCK							131

		He's not amused.

					   BRODY
			   Just keep a sharp lookout.  You
			   see my kid's boat, you holler.

		He breaks off and just sits for a moment, half-in, half-out
		of his car.  Nearby, Hendricks is idly swabbing the deck of
		the P.D. Boat.

					   HENDRICKS
			   Want to go out and get 'em?

		Brody hesitates.  Is he over-reacting again, should he go out
		or not?  He can't decide.


	132	WATCHTOWER - SAM							132

		Something has caught his attention.  That sailboat out there,
		it is moving kind of funny, turning in circles like that.  He
		picks up his walkie-talkie.

								CUT TO


	133	AT SEA - OFF THE LIGHTHOUSE						133

		The sailboats are approaching the finish of the race.  Reeves'
		Tornado is still in the lead.  The girls' boat lets out a
		violet spinnaker.  They're gaining on Mike Brody's catamaran.

					   LAURA
			   I want a closer look at the com-
			   petition.

					   KATHY
			   Oh, he's so vain.

					   SEAN
			   I think you ought to leave them
			   alone.

					   LAURA
			   No way!  We're going wherever they
			   go today, my friend.

					   SEAN
				   (judgmental)
			   It's up to you.

		Neck and neck with Mike's boat, and a little too close,
		Kathy and Laura peer evilly over at him, huge grins on their
		faces.

					   ANGELA
			   What's the matter with them?

					   MIKE
			   They want something they can't
			   have.

					   ANGELA
			   What?

					   ANDY
			   His flesh!

					   ANGELA
			   Who can blame them?

					   MIKE
			   Let's get rid of this whole group.

		He abruptly presses the tiller over, turning the catamaran
		to the right of the lighthouse.

		Seeing this, the girls signal to the others to turn to the
		right.

					   KATHY
			   To the Cape!  To the Cape!

		Most of the boats follow them.

					   ANGELA
				   (appalled)
			   They're following us!

					   MIKE
			   We'll lose them in those islands
			   over there.

		Reeves has just arrived at the lighthouse and turns trium-
		phantly to the group.

					   REEVES
			   I WIN!  Hey!  Where you all going??

								CUT TO


	134	ED AND TINA'S SAILBOAT							134

		seems to be sailing itself, a ghost boat rolling with the
		swells, its rudder drifting back and forth.  Without direction,
		the sail billows first one way, the swings completely across
		to the other side.  The P.D. Boat approaches.

					   BRODY
			   Hello?

		No answer.  Hendricks eases them a little closer.  The sailboat
		is empty...and eerie, with its sail slapping.  They draw the
		sailboat toward them with a hook and Brody boards it.  At
		first, only her arm is visible.  Brody kneels and there cowering
		in the crawl space under the deck, is Tina.

					   BRODY
				  (softly)
			   What's the matter, honey...huh?
			   ...Come on...

		No response.  Her eyes stare at him wide with terror.

					   BRODY
				   (to Hendricks)
			   We gotta get her in.

		He tries to move her from under the deck.  She hangs on.  As
		gently as he can, he tries to pry her hands loose.  She starts
		to whimper.  He keeps going.

					   BRODY
			   It's okay now.

					   HENDRICKS
				   (still in the
				   P.D. Boat)
			   Jesus, what happened?

					   BRODY
			   What happened, Tina, please try and
			   tell me.  What happened -- please -- !

					   TINA
			   Ed went over and -- and --

					   BRODY
			   Tell me --
				   (he pulls her out,
				   shakes her)
			   What happened?

					   TINA
			   I yelled.  They couldn't hear ---

		Her mouth works soundlessly as he manages to get her on her
		feet.  She sees the water and screams.

					   TINA
			   IS IT THERE?
				   (crouches back down,
				   whimpering)
			   Is it still there?

					   BRODY
				   (level, deadly)
			   It was a shark.

								CUT TO


	135	ANGLES - SAILBOATS							135
	thru										thru
	138	They trail after Mike Brody's catamaran.  Doug in is high		138
		spirits running before the wind in his tiny inflatable.  Only
		inches from the water, the Redhead maneuvers for position.

		The lighthouse disappears behind them, eclipsed by an island.

								CUT TO


	139	BRODY AND HENDRICKS							139

		Hendricks turns the sailboat toward Amity.

					   HENDRICKS
			   You know how to work that thing?

					   BRODY
				   (in P.D. Boat)
			   I'll manage.

		Which lever?  He guesses right and it starts.  He sets out
		alone to face his enemy.  Speeding in the direction of the
		lighthouse, he takes out his cyanide bullets and loads the
		gun, then places it snugly on the shelf beside him.  The
		lighthouse looms ahead on the horizon.

								CUT TO


	140	SAILBOATS AND SLOOP - POLO AND BROOKE					140

		Polo efficiently lets out sail, chest hair curling through his
		wet T-shirt.

					   BROOKE
				   (shouts ahead)
			   Beep beep!

		Doug's inflatable is ahead.  They gain on him.

					   POLO
				   (to Brooke)
			   Come on this side.  We can pass
			   him easy.

		The two of them extend far out over the water.  In his effort
		to gain speed without capsizing, his shoulders nearly skim
		the surface.

					   POLO
			   Yeah!  Yeah!  Yeah!


	141	DOUG									141

		shouts as they pass, poking one of his boat's compartments.

					   DOUG
			   Got an air leak...slowing me down!!


	142	ANGLES - SAILBOATS							142
	thru										thru
	145	Afternoon sunlight breaks through the clouds.  Multi-colored		145
		sails stream through shafts of light.  Happy kids, flying
		with the wind.

								CUT TO


	146	HARBOR									146

		Hendricks guides the sailboat to the dock.  Many hands reach
		out to help Tina off.  A crowd of people has gathered and an
		ambulance is waiting.  They descend on her with a swarm of
		questions, shouts of "Let her through!", mass confusion.

					   ANDY'S MOTHER
				   (calling over
				   the crowd)
			   Is Andy out there?  Is he all right?

		A blanket is thrown around Tina as she's rushed through the
		crowd toward the ambulance.

					   ED'S MOTHER
				   (grabbing at her)
			   Where's Ed?  Tina...where's my boy?

		Tina turns a vacant look in her direction, and is hustled on.

					   SOMEBODY
			   What happened out there?

					   VAUGHAN
			   Everything's going to be all right.
			   All of you just stay calm now.  The
			   Coast Guard's on the way.

		Hendricks helps the orderlies put Tina into the ambulance.
		It drives off, revealing --


	147	ELLEN BRODY								147

		on the other side of it, facing Hendricks.  It's happening...
		again...

								CUT TO


	148	AT THE LIGHTHOUSE - BRODY						148

		All is silent except for the rollers booming around the rocks.
		No sign of the kids.

					   BRODY
				   (on radio)
			   Well, they're not here.

					   VOICE
			   That's where she said they'd be.

					   BRODY
			   Well, where are they, then?  Any
			   word from the Coast Guard yet?

					   VOICE
			   Chief, their chopper went out.

					   BRODY
			   Let me know the minute they spot
			   them.  I'm gonna try --
				   (which way)
			   -- over towards Woods Hole.

		He turns the boat to the left -- the wrong way.

								CUT TO


	149	SAILBOATS - MIKE BRODY'S CATAMARAN					149

		They can't shake the other boats.

					   ANDY
				   (to Mike)
			   Don't you have to be back?

					   MIKE
			   No, plenty of time.  We're almost
			   there.


	150	REEVES AND SIDEBURNS							150

		pass Doug's leaky inflatable.

					   SIDEBURNS
				   (calling)
			   Nice seeing you, see you later.
			   Ha. Ha.

		No comment from Doug.  An oncoming helicopter is heard.
		Doug looks up ---


	151	SUNFISH									151

		The Redhead looks up, the chopper louder ---


	152	COAST GUARD HELICOPTER							152

		Pilot and Spotter in the cockpit.  The Spotter lowers his
		glasses and says something to the Pilot, who nods and starts
		to take her down.  We follow, seeing all the boats below.


	153	THE BOATS - FAVORING MIKE'S						153

		He's looking up along with the others, all with apprehension,
		at the chopper swooping down toward them.  What's this about?


	154	HELICOPTER								154

		hovering at 50 feet.  The Spotter opens the hatch and calls
		through a loud-hailer.

					   SPOTTER
			   Return -- to -- port -- immediately.
			   Return -- to -- port -- immediately.


	155	THE BOATS								155

		The Kids look at each other in confusion.  Should they obey?
		Something must have happened.

					   ANGELA
				   (wants to go on)
			   What'll we do?

					   MIKE
				   (bitterly)
			   Better go in...I don't believe this!!

					   SPOTTER'S VOICE
			   Return -- to -- port -- immediately.

		Mike turns his catamaran about.


	156	ANGLES - OTHER BOATS							156
	thru										thru
	159	Confusion and maneuvering as they turn around.  The Redhead		159
		turns her Sunfish back into the wind, sail fluttering ---

					   REDHEAD
				   (calling to
				   Mike's boat)
			   Not so easy in this wind!

					   SPOTTER'S VOICE
			   Return -- to -- port -- immediately ---


	160	SAILBOATS								160

		turning about.  Brooke yells up at the chopper.

					   BROOKE
			   All right, all right!  We heard!
			   We're returning to port!


	161	HELICOPTER								161

		The Spotter pauses.  From his point of view we see the boats,
		all turning now, heading back toward Amity.  The chopper
		descends a bit and passes over them --


	162	SEAN BRODY								162

		loves it, it's scary but delicious.  The air from the chopper
		whips at sails, clothes, hair -- and at the water.


	163	UNDERWATER								163

		Wind from the blades causes a circular turbulence on the
		surface.  The thudding of the chopper is vibrating down into
		the depths.  From the gloom, we see the Great White Shark
		approaching.


	164	CHOPPER COCKPIT								164

		Pilot's on radio --

					   PILOT
			   They're heading back.  Return to
			   base.  Over.

					   COMMANDER'S VOICE
			   Yeah.  Over and out.


	165	BOATS									165

		tacking into the wind as the chopper arcs upward and away.
		Sean waves good-bye.


	166	FROM THE RISING CHOPPER							166

		The boats recede to a small patch of brightly colored sails
		in a big dark sea.

								CUT TO


	167	AMITY DOCK AREA								167

		Peterson joins a cluster of worried parents.  Mayor Vaughan
		is listening to the radio in Brody's squad car.  Ellen has
		Sean's bike.

					   ELLEN
				   (to Peterson)
			   I think both my boys are out there.

					   VAUGHAN
				   (comes out of the car)
			   So is mine.  They're on their way in.

					   ELLEN
			   How far out are they?

					   VAUGHAN
			   A helicopter just went out.  They're
			   coming in.  They're safe.

		Ellen takes this in, says nothing.  Peterson looks at her in
		torment -- how can he find words to tell her how sorry he is...

					   PETERSON
			   He was right.

					   ELLEN
				   (looking out
				   to sea)
			   I just wish he hadn't been.

								CUT TO


	168	P.D. BOAT - AT SEA							168

		between the lighthouse and Woods Hole.  Brody is on the radio,
		furious.

					   BRODY
			   The chopper left them??

					   COMMANDER'S VOICE
			   Yeah, they're coming in.

					   BRODY
			   They left them??

					   COMMANDER'S VOICE
			   We'll go meet them passing the light-
			   house then, for Christ's sake!
			   They're coming in, Chief!

		Brody breaks contact, there's not time to argue, shoves a
		lever -- a loud squeal of too many engine revs.  He whirls
		the P.D. Boat around in a tight circle -- it's almost out of
		control -- and speeds back toward the lighthouse.

								CUT TO


	169	SAILBOATS								169

		tacking into the teeth of the wind.  They're going fast but
		have made little headway.  A thin line of land is visible
		behind them.

		Mike Brody's catamaran and Reeves' Tornado are neck and neck,
		both straining to hold as tight to the wind as they can.

					   REEVES
				   (calling to Mike)
			   Gonna block your wind, sport --

					   MIKE
			   Stand by to ram!

		Horselaughs from Sideburns and Reeves, ready to ward them
		off.  Mike deftly angles his boat and bumps them...again....

					   REEVES
			   My paint!!  Asshole.

		Mike cleverly hangs back a moment, then bumps them from
		behind...Andy laughs admiringly.

		Reeves is livid.  He tenderly rubs the spot where Mike has
		chipped the paint on his catamaran.

					   REEVES
				   (yelling at Mike)
			   You're paying for this!

		Crunch...Mike gives it to him again.  Reeves is having a fit.
		Screw the paint -- he strikes back ---


	170	UNDERWATER - THE TWO CATAMARANS						170

		pontoons banging, almost tangling, then banging again ---


	171	SURFACE									171

		They streak past Doug's inflatable.  Attaching his pump to
		the valve of his leaky compartment -- it's noticeably softer
		now -- he proceeds to stamp away at the foot pump as hard
		and fast as he can.  Passed by everyone on the way out, now
		he's passed again by everyone on the way back.

		First, the girls' boat with Sean:

					   LAURA
				   (passing)
			   Haven't I seen you someplace before?

		This cracks Sean up.  Doug ignores them -- keeps pumping.
		Then the Redhead, slowing a little as she passes:

					   REDHEAD
			   You need help?  Wind's backing
			   around.

		He shakes his head and she goes on.  Then Polo's sloop:

					   POLO
			   Hey!  You look familiar!


	172	AHEAD - MIKE AND REEVES							172

		turn into their windward tack.

					   REDHEAD
				   (calling to them)
			   We'd do better going the other
			   way!

					   MIKE
				   (it's far)
			   To the Cape?!

		Reeves' Tornado is already turning in that direction.

					   ANDY
				   (to Mike)
			   Easier than beating our way back
			   to Amity -- be dark before we make
			   it.

					   ANGELA
			   Make it to the Cape easy with this
			   wind.

					   MIKE
			   And then what?

					   ANGELA
			   Sleep on the beach -- you chicken?

		Mike hesitates, sneaks a look at Andy.

					   ANDY
			   Okay with me, but what about your
			   father?

					   MIKE
			   Too late, I've already had it.
			   Might as well enjoy it.  Yeah.
				   (changing
				   course, shouts
				   to those
				   behind him)
			   The Cape!  To the Cape!


	173	UNDERWATER								173

		From the Shark's point of view, we see far above us the
		shadows of the sailboats -- all turning to run before the
		wind again.


	174	DOUG'S INFLATABLE							174

		In the "lead" once more, he's still stamping away at his pump.


	175	UNDERWATER								175

		Faint sound of the thudding foot pump from above...and we
		see the Shark, moving in a zigzag, excited ---


	176	DOUG									176

		pumping...the compartment swelling taut ---


	177	UNDERWATER								177

		Homing in, the Shark circles upward, the thudding louder as
		the beast rises toward it...then still louder ending with an
		explosive sound ---


	178	SURFACE									178

		Hoots of laughter at Doug:  the compartment has burst and he's
		standing up in chagrin;  no danger of sinking, he's still water-
		tight.  And now:


	179	THE FIN									179

		rears above the surface.  He sees it gliding toward him,
		tail hissing through the water.

		Mike's catamaran is heading straight at him ---

					   DOUG
			   Help!!  Help!!

		Doug's holding onto his mast, watching the fin.  It dips,
		then comes up right beside him and slices through the other
		compartment of his inflatable...air rushing out....


	180	TWO BOATS								180

		converge as they hurry toward him, collide with each other...
		sails flying free...shouts...bumping and pushing....


	181	CLOSE - DOUG								181

		He's frantically turning to see where Mike is, then he's
		whirled up along with his boat through the air ---


	182	CLOSE - MIKE AND ANDY							182

		appalled at the sight ahead ---


	183	THE SHARK								183

		has seized the inflatable in its jaws, shaking it like a
		terrier with a rat in its mouth.  Doug can't hold on.  He's
		pitched into the water and swims toward Mike's boat for all
		he's worth.


	184	MIKE'S CATAMARAN							184

		heading toward Doug ---

					   MIKE
				   (terrified)
			   Where is it?  Where'd it go?

		They reach out and grab Doug -- the boat tips...screams...
		Mike throws himself across to balance as Doug struggles onto
		the catamaran.

		The demolished inflatable bobs to the surface.

					   ANDY
			   Head away from that.

		But which was is safe to go?

					   MIKE
			   WHERE IS IT?

					   ANDY
			   Hurry!  Just go!

		The other boats are coming on ---

					   ANDY
				   (has Mike's whistle)
			   Warn them ---

		He gives a blast and all at once the catamaran beneath them
		is lifted out of the water.  The four of them are first
		hurled to one side -- Mike bangs his head -- and then, as
		their boat capsizes, they're all four pitched into the sea.


	185	OVERTURNED CATAMARAN							185

		Three heads bob up, swiveling around to see -- and with
		horror they do see ---


	186	THE SHARK AT EYE LEVEL							186

		weaving around them.  Their catamaran is drifting.  The
		three of them thrash toward it, the fin on the other side
		of it now, coming back.  They claw at the hull.  Doug
		scrambles up and reaches back for Angela.  Andy wallows
		onto the canvas stretched between the pontoons.

		The three of them gasp for breath, looking around wildly ---

					   ANDY
			   Where's Mike??

		He's floating half-conscious back where they turned over.


	187	POLO'S SLOOP								187

		tacking swiftly toward him, Polo leaning out to grab him,
		scared, looking for the fin ---


	188	OTHER BOATS								188

		maneuver in confusion.  One is getting away.

		The girls with Sean are terror-stricken.  Turning to flee
		the scene, they cut across the path of boats going to help.
		A near collision with one -- and they plow straight into
		the side of another, almost impaling its occupant.


	189	THE SHARK								189

		is circling.  A skiff veers too sharply into the wind and
		turns over, tumbling two boys into the sea.


	190	POLO'S SLOOP								190

		is running for it with Mike aboard.  Coming to, Mike looks
		around -- where are the rest of them?

					   MIKE
				   (yelling)
			   SEAN!!?
				   (to Polo)
			   We gotta go back.

		Polo keeps going.


	191	TWO BOYS								191

		are climbing onto the hull of their overturned skiff.  The
		Shark angles toward them with short lashes of its crescent
		tail.  They draw their legs up, cringing...a jarring impact
		as the giant snout bashes their hull.


	192	REEVES' TORNADO								192

		appears, swinging in between the overturned boats.  He's
		holding a coil of rope, not sure where to throw it.  He flings
		it toward the skiff, then staggers backward as the fin slices
		by a few feet in front of him, nearly as tall as he is.

		The girls with Sean are kicking the splintered dinghy, trying
		to free it from their bow.

		Andy flings a line to them.

					   ANDY
			   Pull all the boats togeth...

		Another butting charge by the Shark knocks him to his knees.
		A scream of pain as Angela is thrown into a center board.

					   ANDY
				   (to everyone)
			   Pull in --- pull in ---


	193	BOATS CONVERGING							193

		Reeves sails his Tornado up onto the half-submerged frame of
		the catamaran.

					   ANDY
			   Pull in -- throw that line over
			   there ---

		The boats all draw together:  Reeves pulls in the capsized
		skiff.  The girls haul in.  The Redhead's Sunfish is the
		last boat in.

					   ANDY
				   (to Redhead)
			   Lash that to your mast!
				   (she hesitates)
			   We have to tie them up!  All of
			   them!!

					   REDHEAD
			   No -- !

					   ANDY
			   Alone nobody has a chance!!

		Two boys leap onto her Sunfish, tip it on its side, and
		lash her mast to theirs, making a barrier.

		Panicky disorder.  Sails rip, rigging tangles.  Boats are
		hauled on top of other boats and lashed haphazardly together.
		A hopefully protective little island.

					   SEAN
				   (to Angela)
			   You're bleeding.

		She looks down.  The slash isn't deep.

					   SEAN
				   (softly to Andy)
			   Where's Mike?

					   ANDY
			   He's okay.

					   ANGELA
			   They got away.

		She looks into the boy's terrified eyes...at the fearful
		faces of the others watching for the next attack...what have
		they gotten into?  Screams as the Shark, unseen below, butts
		the raft of boats.

		Andy lifts himself up to the top of the heap.

					   ANDY
			   Here!  Everybody up here!

		Angela helps Sean up -- the others are scurrying up now too.
		Clinging to the pile of boats:  six boys and four girls, cold
		wet, shivering, the full extent of their predicament hitting
		them.  Angela scans the ocean, and we see from her point of
		view the two escaping boats, distant now, making for Winter
		Island.  One of them is Polo's sloop, its back sail gliding
		through the haze like the fin of a shark.

								CUT TO


	193-A	P.D. BOAT - CLOSE SHOT - MAP						193-A

		Brody traces the anticipated course of the sailboats from
		where the chopper intercepted them to the lighthouse.


	194	OFF THE LIGHTHOUSE - P.D. BOAT						194

		Brody desperately searches the horizon.  Haze, no sails.
		Where are his kids?  They should be here!  The sun is sinking!
		Which way should he go?


	195	BESIEGED SAILBOATS - HAZY SUNSET					195

		A splintering crash again rocks the floating island.  Kids grab
		onto anything they can.  The Redhead slips down into the water
		between boats.  The Shark hits the sailboats again, pinning her
		legs, grinding them between gunnels, the blow jolting Sean down
		into a swamped dinghy where Reeves is trying to detach the mast.

		Before Sean can get back up, the Shark hits again...and again...
		the battering coming too fast for anyone to hold on.  They fall,
		clutching at anything, shouting, slipping...And then it stops.

		The Redhead is gone.  A dark cloud billows up in the water be-
		tween the boats where she disappeared.  Silence.  The "raft"
		rocks gently.

					   SOMEONE
			   Oh my God, Oh God ---

		Someone's weeping, someone's reciting The Lord's Prayer, and
		terror among them is reaching unbearable proportions.

					   REEVES
				   (to Sideburns)
			   Give me a hand.

		They pull up on the mast -- it sticks in its socket.

					   SIDEBURNS
			   That won't keep it off anyway.

		But they go on working at it, chipping at the corrosion that's
		frozen it in place.

					   ANDY
				   (re-lashing things
				   together)
			   A few more times and all of us --
			   It's battering us to pieces.

					   ANGELA
			   It can get us any time it really
			   wants to.

		Clouds are gathering as the light fades.  A foggy haze hangs
		over darkening water.  They're cold and wet.  Sean crawls over
		to Andy -- he's trembling, crying.

					   SEAN
				   (whispering)
			   I peed my pants --

		Andy puts his arm around him.

								CUT TO


	196	P.D. BOAT - BRODY							196

		Behind him, the revolving beam of the lighthouse is disap-
		pearing in fog.  Where are they, for God's sake?  He puts
		his running lights on.

								CUT TO


	197	BESIEGED SAILBOATS - ANDY AND SEAN					197

					   ANDY
			   When we're not back, they'll send
			   that helicopter out again.

					   SEAN
				   (thinks)
			   But how will they see us?  It's
			   getting dark...

					   ANDY
				   (moving away)
			   Then they'll find us in the morning.

					   BOY
				   (as Andy
				   joins him)
			   -- If we can keep this thing to-
			   gether that long.

					ANDY
			   Maybe it's had enough.

					ANGELA
			   What if they don't ever have
			   enough?

		She looks toward Winter Island.  It's farther away now --
		only a line of the horizon, disappearing in the dusk.

					   BOY
			   We're drifting -- !

					   ANGELA
			   I'm sure they went to get help.

					   BOY
			   If they made it.

					   ANGELA
			   Somebody'll spot them...

		Sean is shivering.  Angela takes off her windbreaker and
		puts it around him.  She's wearing a halter top.  Something
		is hanging out of it.

					   SEAN
			   What's that?

		She looks down to see, trailing from under her left breast, a
		nylon stocking.  Gasping, she stuffs it back in, but it's too
		late.  They've seen.  Everyone knows her secret...falsies.
		Reeves wears a stupid grin.

					   ANGELA
			   So what?  Big deal.

					   REEVES
			   No.  Small deal.

		The rigging creaks with a gentle shifting of the "raft."

					   ANDY
			   It's back!

		They brace themselves.  A long scraping from below and then,
		very slowly, as the Shark runs its body against submerged
		areas, the "raft" begins to rotate.  A flapping sail starts
		to tear along a seam.  And then, as they turn away from the
		wind, all the booms swing violently across at once.  They're
		turning in a circle.

					   ANGELA
				   (softly)
			   What's it DOING?

		For a moment, nothing.  Then, thirty yards away, the fin
		appears.

					   BOY
				   (to Reeves)
			   HURRY!

		They wrench the mast free.  Reeves carries it to the edge
		of the raft, looking to his right --

					   ANDY
			   No, this side!  This side!

		Reeves turns toward it, bracing himself.  Behind him, the others
		watch as he holds the mast out over the water like a lance,
		following the movement of the fin.  The raft is still turning
		enough to make it hard for him.  The Shark speeds in.  Reeves
		stumbles to the best footing he can find, aims the mast, dips
		it below the surface -- and shudderingly connects.  It hardly
		checks the Shark's momentum.  Reeves is barely able to main-
		tain his grip on the mast as the whole floating conglomeration
		is shoved through the water for a few seconds.

		Reeves lowers the mast, wincing in pain.

					   REEVES
			   My ribs --

		Andy takes the mast as the Shark circles again.  Andy braces.
		He's scared.  And here it comes.

		Andy lowers the mast, but this charge is even more ferocious.
		The impact drives the mast back through his hands and arms,
		friction-burning.  He nearly drops it.  The castaways perched
		above him cling on through the impact, watching the battle,
		still frightened, but feeling less like sitting ducks since
		some opposition is being offered.

		And now the Shark comes in for the third time.  Again Andy
		aims the mast -- but this time, the Shark seizes it in its
		jaws, biting down with an awful crunch.  He holds on as the
		Shark jerks the mast from side to side sending up showers of
		spray.  He's nearly pulled overboard, then hurled back stunned,
		the bent mast yanked out of his grasp and sent flying high in
		the air.

		He gingerly climbs to join the huddled group...watching and
		waiting.  There's nothing they can do...but keep their eyes
		riveted on the relentlessly circling fin....

								CUT TO


	198	AT SEA - BRODY								198

		The P.D. Boat reduces speed as it nears Winter Island.  Hauled
		up out of the rocky surf are the two escaped sailboats.  Faint
		shouts.  Brody can barely make out the form of the Kids in
		the dusk.

					   BRODY
				   (peering tensely,
				   calling)
			   MIKE?!  SEAN?

		More clearly now, he can see five figures of equal size, no
		Sean.  Three boys and two girls, yelling and waving their arms.

					   MIKE
				   (calling)
			   Yeah, Dad!

					   BRODY
				   (shouting ahead)
			   Mike!  Where's Sean?

		The Kids are yelling but he can't hear them over the motor
		and the waves crashing on the rocks.

					   BRODY
			   What?  Where are the others?

		They start to splash out to him, but Brody signals them to stay
		where they are.

		He carefully threads his way closer to shore.  He's within
		hearing range now and can make out what they're saying.

					   MIKE
			   They're between here and the Cape!
			   Get out there quick, Dad!  There's
			   a shark...

					   BRODY
				   (grabs the radio-
				   phone)
			   MAYDAY!  MAYDAY!  MAYDAY!


	199	LONG SHOT - THE P.D. BOAT						199

		is broadside to the Kids, slowly turning as they climb aboard.
		Brody's on the radio, his words lost in the surf.  The boat's
		getting closer to the rocks.


	200	CLOSE - BRODY								200

		does his best to hold the boat where it is ---

					   BRODY
				   (on radio)
			   Somewhere between here and the Cape!
			   Send your chopper out and tell me
			   where, I'll get to them -- over.
				   (starting to turn
				   the boat around,
				   he calls to Mike)
			   Is Sean all right?

					   MIKE
			   I don't know, I didn't see!
			   Hurry, Dad!

		A grinding from below.  The boat's on the rocks.  He reverses,
		rips back across, tries forward again -- stops.  He's aground.

								CUT TO


	201	THE SAILBOATS								201

		The whole heap is violently rocking -- the Shark is bashing
		from below now, unseen, as the fear-numbed castaways regroup
		themselves, getting up as high on the flotsam as they can.

					   ANDY
				   (trying to encourage)
			   We're getting closer to it ---

		A sand bar is a quarter-mile away.

					   DOUG
				   (bitterly)
			   No, we're going to pass it ---

					   ANDY
			   Maybe the wind will change ---

		Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter...they all look up.


	202	FROM THEIR POINT OF VIEW - HELICOPTER					202

		coming in through thickening fog.


	203	THE BOATS								203

		all waving and yelling ---


	204	HELICOPTER COCKPIT							204

		Spotter looking down, aghast...as Pilot reports on radio.

					   PILOT
			   Position is six point three miles
			   -- zero four one degrees of
			   Queepecket Light ---


	205	FROM CHOPPER'S POINT OF VIEW						205

		The castaways on the piled-up boats and the fin.

					   SPOTTER
			   My God!


	206	COCKPIT									206

					   SPOTTER
				   (to Pilot)
			   Better get 'em to that sand bar ---

					   PILOT
				   (nods)
			   Proceeding to assist ---


	207	HELICOPTER AND BOATS							207

		The chopper swoops down toward them.  They're cheering.  It
		descends to 20 feet directly above them, but the down rush
		of buffeting air from the rotor is clearly a danger as the
		precarious structure rocks and tips.  The Kids scream, and
		the chopper skitters a short distance away.  It touches down,
		rotor still turning.  The Spotter opens the hatch.

					   SPOTTER
				   (over loud-
				   hailer)
			   Okay, we'll put you on the sand
			   bar, two at a time.  First two
			   down to the waterline, let's
			   go.

		A moment of indecision on the boats, then ---

					   SIDEBURNS
				   (to two girls)
			   Move it.

		They make their way to the edge of the floating heap,
		anxiously scanning the surface around them.  The chopper
		begins to approach.  Then Sideburns spots it, the fin,
		surfacing on the far side of the chopper, coming toward it ---

					SIDEBURNS
				   (shrieking and
				   pointing)
			   Look out!  Look out!

		The Spotter can't hear over the chopper's noise.  He
		glances around confused.  Then he sees it, head on, breaking
		the surface ---

					   SPOTTER
				   (to Pilot)
			   Lift off!

		But before the Pilot can gain any height, the charging Shark
		fastens onto the chopper's substructure.  Engine shrilling,
		metal squealing, the chopper heaves and yaws, the upward
		thrust of its rotor fighting the pull of the Shark -- and
		suddenly this sends it flipping over, upside down into the sea.
		The Spotter, thrown clear, comes choking to the surface.


	208	UNDERWATER								208

		Bent askew but still turning, the rotor chews its way into
		the body of the helicopter like some prehistoric creature
		destroying itself.  The glass bubble of the cockpit
		begins to fill with water.  Upside down and half-conscious,
		the Pilot struggles with his seat belt.  The whirling blades
		bite through the metal...dark fuel rises in an oily cloud
		and spreads toward the surface.


	209	HIGH ANGLE								209

		The rotary action causes the thing to crawl in an arc.  It
		lodges in a tangle of superstructure and spars against the
		"raft" of sailboats.  The blades stop.  A wisp of smoke
		trails up from the belly.

		The Spotter swims through smudges of fuel which are rapidly
		extending themselves across the surface of the water.


	210	UNDERWATER - SHARK'S POINT OF VIEW					210

		The Spotter strokes toward the sailboats, but the Shark slides
		toward him faster than he moves toward safety.


	211	SAILBOATS								211

		The Kids desperately cheer him on.  He's getting close.


	212	THE SPOTTER								212

		is raised half out of the water by a terrible force, flung
		from side to side bellowing with terror, then suddenly released.
		He hangs for a moment in the water, gasping for breath.
		He's injured, but there's nothing to do but keep swimming...
		a stroke...another...then it happens again.

		The fuel has reached the sailboats and the partly submerged
		decks of some of them are slippery with it.  Half wading,
		splashing, slipping, the Kids try to hold out a boom, some
		rigging anything for the Spotter to grab...but he's too far
		away and anyway, he's no longer swimming...just kind of rest-
		in the water as if he's thinking hard about something
		or other.


	213	UNDERWATER								213

		The glass bubble fills with water and smoke too rapidly for
		the dazed Pilot to free himself.  He fights for consciousness.
		Hanging upside down, he sees through the glass an indistinguish-
		able form.  At first shadowy and veiled, materializing as it
		approaches, mouth working as if gasping for breath, the Great
		White comes right up to the glass and hangs there, gills rip-
		pling.  A tiny sucker fish holds fast to the unburned side of
		the slack, grinning jaw.  The Shark's black, deadly eye is
		riveted on the Pilot as he breathes in water.


	214	SAILBOATS								214

		Andy goes in after the wounded Spotter.  He swims toward him
		cautiously...closer and still no Shark...he swims harder, a
		little splashing...careful...closer, he almost has him...
		he reaches....

		And suddenly, the Spotter lunges, grabbing the boy in the death
		hug of a drowning, dying full-grown man.

		A half-second later, the Shark hits full force and Andy's alone
		in bloody water...A shower of flaming chunks of metal descends
		as the helicopter's belly erupts in a volcano of exploding
		fuel.

		The fire spreads across the water in jagged leaps.

		The raft of sailboats is on fire.  Slick places in the water
		smolder.  By the time he makes it back to the boats, Andy's
		shoulders have been singed.

		The Kids have nothing adequate to hold water to fling on the
		flames that are consuming the helicopter and rapidly spreading
		through the tangled rigging and sails of their "raft."

		The heat is unbearable at such close quarters.  The surrounding
		fog glows an angry hot pink.

					   ANGELA
			   I can't stand this -- I'm going in.

					   GIRL
			   No --

					   ANGELA
			   I'm not gonna burn to death.

		She goes in.  They wait for the attack, but nothing happens.
		It gets hotter by the second.

					   REEVES
			   I'm going in too.

		He slips in and hangs onto the raft, looking about terrified.
		No shark.  Oily smoke twists up from flaming nautical plastics.
		Some of the Kids try breathing through wet clothing wrapped
		across their faces.  The unbearable heat forces them all into
		the water.  Their "raft" is riding lower.  Crying and scared,
		Sean is held tight by one of the girls.


	215	UNDERWATER								215

		The Kids hang on the surface like parasites around the rim of
		the glowing "raft."

								CUT TO


	216	OFF WINTER ISLAND - THE P.D. BOAT					216

		is still on the rocks.  The Kids are in the water, working to
		free it.  Brody is on the radiophone.

					   BRODY
			   Why -- what's wrong?

					   COAST GUARD (v.o.)
			   We don't know.  The chopper's just
			   not answering.  It went dead.

		In agonizing frustration, Brody stares off.  In the distance,
		the sky is lit with a pink glow.  The Kids stop working --

					   SOMEONE (v.o.)
			   What's that?

								CUT TO


	217	THE "RAFT" OF SAILBOATS							217

		is still on fire, the castaways hanging off it.  Doug and Andy
		grab lungsfull of air, and dive.


	218	UNDERWATER - THEIR POINT OF VIEW					218

		Great dark forms of the broken boats hang beneath the surface,
		the sail billowing downward in the current.  No sign of the
		Shark.  The boys swim as fast as they can under the "raft."

		They come up in a pocket of air trapped beneath the overturned
		catamaran, groping blindly in maddening little compartments
		until they find what they came for, a fire extinguisher.  The
		body of the Pilot hangs upside down, head nodding in the water-
		filled glass bubble.  Gasping, Doug and Andy speed to the surface.


	219	LONG SHOT								219

		The glow in the fog diminishes as they get the fire under
		control.


	220	CLOSER									220

		Wisps of smoke trail from charred rigging.  One by one, the
		Kids pull themselves back onto the raft, watching, always
		watching the water.  Cold and wet, there is still a glimmer
		of hope as they huddle together in the night air.

					   ANDY
			   I think it's gone.

					   SOMEONE
			   Maybe the explosion scared it off.


								CUT TO


	221	OFF WINTER ISLAND - THE P.D. BOAT					221

		Mike and the others are in the water rocking the boat -- it
		grates off the rocks and floats free.  Brody starts the engine
		immediately, and turns the boat around, Mike climbing aboard...

					   BRODY
			   No, stay here.

					   MIKE
			   But I have to help you...I shouldn't
			   have taken the boat out...I'm respon...

					   BRODY
				   (hugs him)
			   That doesn't matter, Mike.  You stay
			   here.  At least I know you're safe.

					   MIKE
				   (near tears, looks
				   at his father)
			   But I don't want you to go, Dad.
			   I'm afraid for you...

					   BRODY
			   I'll pick you up.  On the way back.
			   Okay?
				   (Mike nods)


	222	MIKE									222

		jumps down and makes his way to shore, Brody keeping his
		searchlight on him until he reaches land...Mike turns a
		worried face to him and waves.  They look at each other.
		They may never see each other again...

								CUT TO


	223	RAFT OF SAILBOATS - NIGHT						223

		Still no sign of the Shark.  Just black water, wind in the
		rigging, the terror and mystery of the sea at night.  The
		Kids are still...a few asleep or trying to...everything's
		quiet, except for Reeves' labored breathing.  Sean is looking
		at him.  He hasn't forgotten the older boy threw him in the
		water.  Reeves meets his eyes, and for a long inscrutable
		moment, their gazes lock...nothing is said.

								CUT TO


	224	AT SEA - P.D. BOAT - BRODY						224

		sees something ahead, slows down.  Seagulls are sleeping on
		the water, but there's something else there, drifting...a
		shapeless object.  Fearing the worst, he cuts his motor and
		turns his spotlight on it.  Doug's demolished inflatable.
		He snags it with a boathook and lifts the thing a little.  In
		the beam of light:  a great jagged curve where the Shark has
		bitten through.  Brody is frozen.  It's not a dream, he's
		coming closer, closer to the real thing, closer to death.  In
		the water, there's a soft lapping, a slapping sound.  He turns
		his beam...around the inflatable, a small shark...another...
		another...

		He spears down at them impotently with the pole.  Suddenly, a
		rush of wings as all around him the sleeping gulls lift off,
		whirring in confusion through the beam of his light and scream-
		ing off into the night.

		Silence again.  Then, all at once, the little sharks disappear.
		It's here.  Brody knows it's here...

		He carefully reaches for his gun...eases the safety off.  For
		an eternity, nothing happens.  Brody is ready.  The boat lifts
		gently with a passing swell -- the dragging rake creaks in its
		brace.  He drifts and waits...poised...

		He turns the lights off.  In the darkness, the sound of water
		lapping, the wind, and a soft metallic click:  his gun is
		cocked.

		He stirs the water with the boathook...nothing happens.  Draw-
		ing a deep breath, he reaches carefully down with his hand and
		brushes the surface with his fingers.  Gaining courage, he
		gives a tentative pat, then more...he slaps at the surface.
		His gun ready, he puts his hand all the way in and flutters
		it like a wounded fish.  He turns the searchlight on and
		shines it in the water...nothing there but his hand, stone-
		white, enlarged, and dead-looking in the water.

		Maybe he's wrong.  Maybe it's not here and he's losing valuable
		time...he'd better get the Kids.  He goes to start the boat --
		and there's a low scraping sound against the hull.  Scanning
		the water, he sees nothing.  Again the pulling beneath him,
		stronger this time.  Brody raises the gun, and throws the
		motor on.  There...a glimpse of the fin in the spotlight!  Two
		quick shots smack the water and the Shark is gone.


	225	CHASE									225

		Brody pursues the ghostly form through the fog.  It glides
		before him like a reflection of the moon racing across the
		water, leading him as much as fleeing, a dark mirage that he
		follows with a strange elation, curving after it first one
		way, then another, never quite getting a shot...becoming hope-
		lessly turned around.

		Pushing the throttle hard, aiming his gun, he closes in on the
		Shark, but it sounds, disappearing like an apparition.  He
		races ahead, turns back, turns around in every direction look-
		ing for the Shark, fighting to control the wheel, the gun held
		loosely in his hand --


	226	A BUTTING CHARGE							226

		by the Shark lifts the bow off the water, throws Brody against
		the rail --


	227	THE GUN									227

		flies up into the air and spirals down with an irretrievable
		plop into the water.

		He can't believe it...beats at the boat with his fists.

					   BRODY
				   (roaring)
			   You son of a bitch!

		He looks around.  Out of sight of everything, completely turned
		around...he's lost.  He cuts the motor and drifts in silence.
		He reaches for the radio.  And then he hears it...very faint,
		in the distance...a whistle, a police whistle, faint but
		unmistakable.  Brody listens...peers out into the fog...
		listens again.

								CUT TO


	228	RAFT OF SAILBOATS							228

		Andy is blowing the whistle.  About to give another blast, he
		breaks off --

					   ANDY
			   Lights.

		Rigid and silent, the gaze out to sea.  There through the fog,
		a glowing aura from the lights of the oncoming P.D. Boat.
		It's turning toward them --

					   SOMEONE
			   They see us!!

		Shouts and cheers.  From somewhere in the wreckage there's an
		ominous creak.  They stiffen, looking down --

					   SOMEONE
			   It's underneath us -- !

					   SIDEBURNS
				   (pauses, listening)
			   No, something shifted.


	229	P.D. BOAT AND SAILBOATS							229

		Brody sees silhouetted against the fog, the group on the
		floating wreckage, twenty yards ahead.  They're calling
		to him to hurry.  His eyes strain to see if his son is
		there --

					   BRODY
				   (calling)
			   Are you all right?

					   SEAN
			   Daddy!  Help, Daddy!  Help!

		Brody sees him now, standing up, smaller than the others...He
		looks okay.  Brody almost weeps with relief.

					   BRODY
			   Are you all right?

					   SEAN
			   Yes!  But I'm scared -- get me off
			   of here!!

					   BRODY
			   Okay Sean, don't worry, I'll get
			   you!  Is everybody safe?

					   ANDY
			   No.


	230	UNDERWATER - THE "RAFT"							230

		The downward sail sways in the current.  A boom swings.  The
		burned helicopter still hangs there.  High above us, Brody's
		hull comes alongside the jagged wreckage.


	231	SURFACE									231

		Too many Kids try to get off at once.  They rush toward the
		edge, cling as the raft tips almost vertical for a moment.

		They regroup, balancing.  Brody draws in for another try.

					   BRODY
			   Two at a time...easy...be careful...

					   SIDEBURNS
			   It's okay, it's gone.

		They look around, guessing how their weight is distributed.

					   ANDY
				   (pointing to Reeves
				   and Sideburns)
			   You two better go first.

		Very gingerly, they start to get down.  Reeves is pale.
		Every breath hurts his broken ribs...maybe he's dizzy...
		Perilously unsteady on his feet for such a delicate opera-
		tion.  He and Sideburns step out on the canvas framework
		stretched between the pontoons of the half-submerged
		catamaran -- a tentative step, another, the whole framework
		tipping gently as they work their way out.  Reeves slides
		a little -- Sideburns steadies him.  They're wading knee-
		deep.  Another step...another...a few more and they'll be
		to the P.D. Boat...another...


	231-A	BRODY									231-A

		reaches for them ---


	232	THE HUGE BURNED HEAD							232

		come up right through the canvas, ripping the heavy fabric
		-- hangs up there straining for the boys -- and crashes
		heavily down, shearing the metal framework and pitching the
		boys back onto the "raft."


	233	BRODY									233

		circles and comes in for another try...a shower of spray as
		the Shark's tail lashes the boat.  And almost immediately,
		another swipe jars the wreckage...screams....


	234	THE SHARK								234

		wheels back and forth between his boat and the sailboats.
		For a moment, Brody is transfixed by his first good look at
		the thing.  Its pale head half-shrouded in scar tissue,
		brushing the sailboats.

		Some of the kids are getting desperate.

					   SOMEONE
			   Please -- please -- get us off ---


	235	BRODY									235

		comes in fast.  Two are ready on the belly of the chopper,
		he's almost got them when the Shark rams into his boat with
		such driving impact that everyone is stunned.  It's as if it
		has been waiting for this moment to unleash its full power.

		Brody snatches up a lifesaver attached to a coil of line and
		flings it toward the wreckage with all his might -- maybe
		he can tow them -- the ring falls short ---


	236	UNDERWATER								236

		The line smacks the surface and lies there like a snake.
		A few yards from the ring, water washes over a half-submerged
		pontoon.  Sideburns' feet wade out on it.  From the depths,
		the Shark is rising.

		A pole enters the water...trying to snag the ring ---


	237	SURFACE									237

		Sideburns hooks it and pulls it closer...now he can reach it
		with his hands....

		The Shark bursts up only a few feet away.  He jerks the ring over
		his head...the Shark mustn't get that line.

					   SIDEBURNS
			   Take it -- get it up high -- !

		Andy hauls the line up, stretching it between them and the
		P.D. Boat.  As the line goes taut, the Shark wheels under it
		and back again, as if daring them to proceed.

					   ANDY
				   (calling
				   to Brody)
			   The sandbar -- over there ---

		Brody turns the searchlight to a shallow criss-cross of tiny
		waves washing over a sandbar.  About a hundred yards away.
		It couldn't be more than ankle-deep.


	238	BRODY									238

		tries to tow the "raft."  He revs his engine.  A shifting,
		a grinding as the wreckage realigns itself to this new
		force.  Screams of "no" and "stop"...He eases off a
		little but continues cautiously to pull it toward the sandbar.
		The Shark dips and twists, its rhythm more agitated, whipping
		back and forth under the tow-line.


	239	SEVENTY-FIVE YARDS							239

		The Kids are all clumped close together now, up high, prayer-
		fully measuring the distance to the sandbar.  Another shift.
		A wire halyard strains taut and snaps, whistling like a whip
		past their ears.


	240	FIFTY YARDS								240

		Crash, the Shark hits the sailboats hard -- and circles to
		come in again ---


	241	FORTY YARDS								241

		They're drawing closer now --- a thump and heavier spray.


	242	THIRTY YARDS								242

		a terrible grinding -- the "raft" scrapes bottom.  Hanging
		far down underneath, like an iceberg, it stops -- twenty-five
		yards from the sandbar.  Brody strains his engine.  A
		tearing.  The whole precarious heap is beginning to come apart.
		He can't get them any closer.  He doesn't know what to do.


	243	THE KIDS								243

		have reached the breaking point...so close to safety...

					   BOY
			   Come on!  Pull us in!

					   GIRL
				   (screaming)
			   Please -- please -- take us ---


	244	BRODY									244

		lowers himself over the side of the boat.

					   BRODY
			   When I say go, you GO!


	245	SEAN									245

		is appalled, nearly biting through his lip.  His father hangs
		there dangling his body in the water.  What's he doing?  Brody
		kicks and splashes.  The Shark turns from the raft and cruises
		in Brody's direction.

					   BRODY
			   GO!!!


	246	THE KIDS								246	

		They must go in the water.  They hesitate.


	247	BRODY									247

		churning the water, watching the Shark arc toward him.

					   BRODY
			   Go, Godammit, GO!  NOW!


	248	KIDS									248

		Three of them slip into the water and swim as silently as
		possible for the sandbar.  Angela, Laura and Doug.

		Shivering in anticipation, the Shark comes straight as Brody.
		He pulls himself up, feet slipping, just as the Shark drives
		its mouth into the side of the boat where he was hanging.

		The Kids are halfway to the sandbar, swimming hard.

		The Shark comes at the boat again, in a rage, battering the
		transom, splintering it -- Then it suddenly stops --

		The swimmers are splashing toward shore.  It's heard them...
		it's turning --

					   BRODY
			   Look out -- it's coming!


	249	THE SWIMMERS								249

		splash and scream, swimming blindly toward the sandbar.
		Angela is expecting it any second.  Laura is like a rabbit,
		caught, watching the fin come closer.  Doug grabs her by
		the hair and hauls her up on the sandbar.  Angela crawls up
		on her hands and knees, crying.

		The first three are safe.


	250	P.D. BOAT - BRODY							250

		plunges his whole body up and down in the water.  The Shark
		turns back toward him, coming fast --

					   BRODY
			   GO!


	251	FIVE MORE KIDS								251

		hit the water and make for the sandbar.


	252	THE SHARK								252

		goes under.


	253	BRODY									253

		twisting, looking for the Shark, making as much disturbance
		in the water as he can.


	254	UNDERWATER								254

		On the surface high above us, the small forms of the five
		swimmers, arms and legs thrashing through the water...The
		Shark rising ---


	255	BRODY SPLASHING								255

		A scream -- he sees --


	256	THE FIN									256

		appearing in the water behind the swimmers.

					   KATHY
			   Oh God, Oh God!  Oh, GOD....!

					   REEVES
			   IT TOUCHED ME!

		The Kids on the raft are frantic...Pulling himself back up
		on his boat, Brody staggers toward the controls.


	257	UNDERWATER								257

		Reeves is swimming madly, the Shark nosing his legs.  It
		nuzzles the scarred side of its head along his torso,
		scraping it raw.  It turns and brushes Kathy with the entire
		length of its sandpaper back.


	258	SURFACE - KATHY								258

		her face deadly white, shrieks in panic and pain.


	259	UNDERWATER - THE SHARK							259

		comes up beneath them for another pass.  It presses its giant
		snout deep into Reeves' belly, testing his soft vital organs,
		smelling, savoring --


	260	REEVES									260

		screams as if he's dying.  Another pass by the Shark, a
		glimpse of Kathy's raw chest, and Brody rams the Shark with
		the prow of his boat, driving right up onto its back.  A flick
		of its tail and it's gone.


	261	THE SANDBAR								261

		The boys pull Kathy and Reeves up, raw, but intact.  Eight
		are safe.  Brody turns his spotlight ---


	262	THE "RAFT"								262

		Three remain:  Sideburns, Andy -- and Sean, whimpering with
		fear, rocking now with each blow as the enraged Shark,
		returning to finish off the "raft," is battering, ripping,
		breaking it apart.  The boys hang on as the much-reduced
		wreckage is destroyed from under them.  The monster heaves
		upward through it, pitching Sideburns into a jagged pipe-end
		of the catamaran's framework, and shearing off two boats.


	263	BRODY - P.D. BOAT							263

		heading toward them.


	264	THE THREE								264

		Sideburns is bleeding.  Very little holds them now -- and
		with another blow, they're thrown into the water.

		Brody has Sean, he's hauling him onto the boat, hugging him...
		Andy is swimming for the sandbar...


	265	SIDEBURNS								265

		is in the water.  Brody hurls him a lifesaver ring...Sideburns
		swims for all he's worth, reaching for it -- and suddenly, he's
		being propelled toward it.

					   SIDEBURNS
				   (staring at Brody)
			   BRODY -- !

		One arm waving, hanging onto the life-line with the other,
		still being propelled, he's being shaken.  He twists the line
		around his arm.

					   SIDEBURNS
				   (hoarsely)
			   PULL UP -- PULL UP!!

		Brody pulls against a great opposing force.  He's not able to
		pull him in...then something gives ---

		His mouth open with horror, Brody continues to pull Sideburns
		up...but only half of him.  His torso, severed at the waist,
		is pouring blood into the water.  And right behind him,
		following the stream of blood --


	266	THE HUGE BURNED HEAD							266

		open-jawed. black eyes catching the spotlight, worse than
		any dream, it rises up in Brody's face.  Bloody spray flies.
		Brody goes wild.  The dragging rake.  He grabs it.  Out of
		control now, beyond reason, he brings the metal rake crashing
		down.  It glances off the marble skin.  The Shark hits the
		gunnel a sledge-hammer thud.  Water pours in.  Brody chops at
		the Shark, again, it bounces off.  In a blinding rage, he hurls
		the rake with all his strength at the Shark's head...and
		catches it in the eye.

		Brody is ecstatic as the giant struggles to get free of the
		"hook," then to his horror finds the boat's being pulled along
		swiftly in the water, stripping line from the winch.


	267	THE SHARK								267

		is fleeing with the rake embedded in its head.  It twists and
		shakes, but the metal claw sinks deeper.


	268	BRODY AND SEAN								268

		drawn along behind, their boat taking water as it careens
		through the waves.  Sean clings to something and it suddenly
		inflates around him, mashing him into the transom.  The rubber
		Res-Q-Raft.


	269	THE SHARK								269

		rises into the air, shakes to free itself of the thing...and
		sounds.  Black waves cover its going.


	270	THE P.D. BOAT								270

		stops.  The line goes slack.  The Shark doesn't come up.

					   SEAN
			   Where is it?  Is it gone?

		The fog is lifting.  In the distance, the lights of Amity
		twinkle like stars.


	271	BRODY									271

		operates the winch.  It comes up slowly...something very
		heavy on it.  Dead weight...the Shark is dead, it must be
		that.  Coming...coming up...it's pulling the boat down.  The
		water's over Brody's knees now.  Sean clings to the rubber
		raft.  It's almost up...now it's surfacing, pulling the
		already swamped boat down further.

		Brody swivels the searchlight, leans out to see what's coming
		up, holding his breath...to his alarm, it's the electrical
		cable caught in the teeth of the rake.  It's pulling the boat
		under!  He tries to stop the winch, but he can't.  It strains
		and burns with the weight of its load.

		He forces the controls, they jam and strip, the winch goes
		into high, spinning the cable up out of the water, whirling
		the rake at the top, snagging there, and stopping --


	272	THE P.D. BOAT								272

		is level with the waves, the six-inch high-powered electric
		cable from the mainland draped like an enormous snake over the
		back of the boat.  Brody tries to lift it off.  And there, a
		a distance from the boat --


	273	THE SHARK SURFACES							273

		The boat is settling deeper in the water.  The searchlight
		shorts out.  Darkness.  The Shark moves slowly toward them.
		No need to hurry.


	274	BRODY									274

		hammers at the cable, can't get it off.  He splashes the
		cockpit -- a few cylinders cough to life, he jams a lever,
		the boat strains against the cable, engine noises rise to a
		shriek, and stop.  They're caught.


	275	THE GREAT WHITE								275

		swims slowly in a wide circle.

		The boat is level with the water, and the rubber raft drifts
		away from it, attached by only a rope.  Sean splashes toward
		it and climbs in.  Brody's mind is racing.

		A flick of its tail and the Shark turns in.

		Too frightened to scream, Sean watches the white body slide
		languorously through the water toward them.


	276	THE FIN									276

		crosses in front of Sean...so close...in front of his face...
		higher than the raft...enormous.  Brody screams...he would
		kill the thing with his hands...it hits the boat with the
		force of a comet, and with a great lunge, hurls itself onto
		the sinking deck, mouth open, its bloody eye a lurid pit.  A
		terrible grinding snap as the teeth just miss Brody's legs ---
		he falls back gasping, eyes riveted.  Beating its tail, the
		Shark comes across the boat after him.  Brody splashes madly
		for the rubber raft.


	277	THE SHARK								277

		plunges into the water and disappears.


	278	BRODY'S HANDS								278

		tear at the rope holding the rubber raft...the knot's too
		tight.  Sean screams.  Twenty yards away, the fin surfaces and
		slips like a blade through the black waves toward them.


	279	BRODY									279

		jumps into the rubber raft with Sean...they're trapped!  Now,
		picking up speed, the Shark beats its way in for the kill.


	280	BRODY									280

		on an impulse, grabs the cable with both hands and pulls the
		raft behind it.


	281	THE CABLE								281

		is the only thing between them and death.  Beyond it, its
		frenzy peaking, the ravenous beast devours everything in its
		path...only the cable stands between it and the thing it wants.

					   BRODY
				   (a flash of
				   realization)
			   Come on -- come on --


	282	THE JAWS OPEN WIDE							282

		reach and strain for Brody -- and close like a great steel
		gate on the cable, biting deep --


	283	THE GREAT WHITE								283

		rises up on its tail, thrashing and vibrating as 60,000 volts
		tear through it.


	284	THE CABLE								284

		twists and whips as spasms wrack the creature.  Sheets of
		electrical fire roll down its enormous body.


	285	BRODY AND SEAN								285

		cleave to each other safe in their rubber raft, as sparks
		shower around them.


	286	THE SHARK								286

		Aglow, brilliantly lit against the night sky, dancing on its
		tail.  In the distance, the lights of Amity dim, and die.


	287	UNDERWATER								287

		The Great White drifts silently down into the darkness.


	288	A STAR									288

		streaks across the sky, hangs like a jewel for a moment, and
		fades over --


	289	THE RUBBER RAFT								289

		Sean weeps in his father's arms.  Then, smiling to himself,
		Brody reaches for the oar, and slowly begins to paddle toward
		the sandbar.  The Kids are cheering.  Sean, tears streaming
		down his face, gallantly waves to them.

					   BRODY
			   Finally got your brother to take
			   you sailing, didn't you?