[people chattering]
[woman laughing]
[waves breaking]
(Tom) What's your name again?
(Chrissie) Chrissie.
Where are we going?
Swimming.
Slow up. Slow down.
I'm not drunk! Slow down!
Wait. I'm coming.
I'm coming.
I'm definitely coming.
Whoa! Hold on.
[Tom exclaims]
(Tom) I can swim.
[panting]
I just can't walk or undress myself.
[chuckling]
[Chrissie sighing]
(Chrissie) Come on in the water!
Take it easy. Take it easy.
[Chrissie gasping]
(Chrissie) Oh, God, help!
Help!
[Chrissie screaming]
Please help me!
(Tom) I'm coming. I'm coming.
It hurts!
No!
[choking]
[screaming]
Oh, my God! Oh, God!
[continues screaming]
(man on radio) ... local fishing reported good.
Amity Boat Rental Yard's opening early
to prepare for the annual seasonal rush.
This is WISS...
[sighs]
(Brody) How come the sun didn't use to shine in here?
[sighs]
We bought the house in the fall,
and this is summer.
Somebody feed the dogs.
Right.
Do you see the kids?
[newscaster chattering on radio]
They must be in the back yard.
In Amity you say "yard."
Yeah, they're in the "yard," not too "far" from the "car."
How's that?
Like you're from New York.
Mom, I got cut. I got hit by a vampire.
You guys were playing on those swings, weren't you?
Those swings are dangerous.
Stay off there. I haven't fixed them yet.
I think you're going to live.
It's not the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
Hello.
Yes.
Can I go swimming?
Yeah, but let me clean this thing off first.
What do they usually do?
Wash up, or float up, or what?
Oh, no... no... no... no.
Keep them there. Keep them there.
I'll be out in about, uh,
15... 15, 20 minutes. All right?
Dry you off.
Okay.
Okay, go on, get a Band-Aid.
(Brody) Got to go. Missing person.
Season hasn't started.
Nobody's even here yet.
Listen, Chief,
be careful, will you?
In this town?
Hey. Hi, Dad.
Wait a minute. Let me get on.
I want my cup back!
You'll get it. Okay.
Wave goodbye. Bye.
[man chattering on radio]
(Brody) Nobody saw her go into the water?
(Tom) Somebody could've.
I was sort of passed out.
You mean, she ran out on you?
No, sir.
She must've drowned.
Look, I reported it to you, didn't I?
You live here?
No. Hartford.
I go to Trinity. My folks live in Greenwich.
Your folks were born here, right?
Yeah, I'm an Islander.
They moved off when my dad retired.
You an Islander?
No. New York City.
You here for the summer? Come on.
[whistle blowing]
Hold it right there.
[seagulls cawing]
(Brody) Oh, Jesus.
Well, you're up awful early.
Is the Chief in there?
Well, Chief, what have you got on?
Polly, if this new filing system is gonna work,
you've got to keep outdated stuff off my desk.
Just the pending, all right?
Yes, Chief.
Now we got a bunch of calls about that karate school.
It seems that the 9-year-olds from the school have been
[phone buzzing] karate-ing the picket fences.
Chief Brody's office. The medical inspector.
(Brody) Yeah.
Sir, the Fire Chief wants you to go over the Fourth of July...
Polly, I want a list of all the water activities
that the city fathers are planning for today, all right?
(Polly) By the way...
Hendricks! Hey, Chief.
Where do we keep the "Beach Closed" signs?
We never had any. No?
There's a dead truck with New Hampshire plates
in front of my store.
(Brody) Just have him fill out the form.
Just fill it out.
[dog barking]
##[drums beating]
[birds chirping]
[whistle blowing]
Hey, look what the kids did to my fence.
8 and 9-year-olds...
Glasses?
Yeah, glasses.
I'll call you later in the afternoon. I promise.
[drums continue beating]
This stuff ain't going to help me in August.
The summer ginks come down here in June.
You haven't got one thing on here I ordered.
Not a beach umbrella, not a sun lounger,
no beach balls.
If I can't get service...
Chief!
Chief, Polly sent me to tell you that
there's a bunch of Boy Scouts out in Avril Bay
doin' the mile swim for their merit badges.
I couldn't call them in, there's no phones out there.
Okay. Come on, get out of there.
Take this stuff back to the office,
and get to work on those signs. Right.
"Beaches Closed. No Swimming. By order of the Amity P.D."
Let Polly do the printing.
What's the matter with my printing?
Let Polly do the printing.
Hey, Chief! Chief Brody!
(Vaughn) What have you got there?
Listen, we had a shark attack
at South Beach this morning, Mayor.
Fatal. I have to batten down the beach.
(scoutmaster) Okay, Albert, come on, you kook.
Keep your arms up.
[scoutmaster chattering]
(Brody) Charlie, Charlie,
take me out to those kids, will you?
[car horn honking]
[scoutmaster shouting]
[drawbridge alarm beeping]
Martin.
Martin, y-you're gonna shut down
the beaches on your own authority?
But what other authority do I need?
Well, technically, you need a civic ordinance
or a resolution by a board of...
That's just going by the book.
We're really a little anxious that
you're, uh, you're rushing into something serious here.
This is your first summer, you know.
What does that mean?
I'm only trying to say that Amity is a summer town.
We need summer dollars.
If people can't swim here,
they'll be glad to swim at the beaches
of Cape Cod, the Hamptons, Long Island.
That doesn't mean we have to serve them up a smorgasbord.
But we've never had that kind of trouble in these waters.
What else could've done that to that girl?
A boat propeller?
Well, I think, uh, possibly, uh, yes, a boating accident.
That's not what you told me on the phone.
I was wrong.
We'll have to amend our reports.
And you'll stand by that?
I'll stand by that.
Martin, a... a summer girl goes swimming,
swims out a little far.
She tires, fishing boat comes along...
It's happened before.
I don't think you appreciate the gut reaction
people have to these things.
Larry, I appreciate it.
I'm just reacting to what I was told.
Martin, i-it's all psychological.
You yell, "Barracuda!" and everybody says, "Huh, what?"
You yell, "Shark!"
we've got a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.
(Vaughn) Okay.
You can take us back now.
(woman) Mommy. Here's mommy, here.
I'm going to get my raft and go back out in the water.
Let me see your fingers.
Alex Kintner, they're beginning to prune.
Just let me go out a little longer.
Just 10 more minutes.
Thanks.
[girl exclaiming]
(Mrs. Taft) There are no Islanders.
None of them are from the island.
It's just a big bother.
(Mr. Taft) They're bringing in...
All I want to know...
I just want to know one simple thing:
When do I get to become an Islander?
Ellen, never, never.
You're not born here,
you're not an Islander. That's it.
##[music playing]
[people chattering]
[growling]
(man on radio) Nantucket Ferries...
... to Amity, Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket islands.
Monday to Thursday, 8:40, 1:15, 5:45 and 6:00 p.m.
Starting July 1, 8:30 p. M...
(man) Terry, come back here!
[Mr. Taft and Mrs. Taft chattering]
(Mrs. Taft) But don't bother him. Come right back.
(Mr. Taft) Okay. L... I won't.
Hey, Martin, I know you got a lot of problems downtown,
but I've got a couple of problems at the house
I wish you'd take care of.
One, I've got some cats parking
in front of the house, I can't get...
[girl screaming]
And that garbage truck next to the office,
that's terrible.
So what I need is a red zone.
It's a simple thing you can take care of.
You've done it before.
Honey, would you come here a minute, please?
[kids chattering]
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Fine.
Listen, if the kids going in the water
is worrying you,
No, no.
...they can... they can play out here on the beach.
It's all right. Let them go.
It's cold.
[chuckling]
We know all about you, Chief.
You don't go in the water at all, do you?
That's some bad hat, Harry.
##[music playing]
Chief Brody, you are uptight.
Come on. That's it.
[all chattering]
[girl shrieking]
# Oh, do you know the muffin man #
# The muffin man ##
Tippet! Tippet!
Tippet!
Tippet! Come on, Tippet!
(boy) Tippet!
[children exclaiming]
Did you see that?
[screaming]
Blood!
[children screaming]
Get everybody out!
Everybody out!
Get them out!
[people screaming]
Michael, get out of the water!
[people chattering]
(man) Take it easy.
Alex?
(man) Alex Kintner is the kid who was missing at the beach.
His mother said it was the...
We don't even know if there's a shark around here.
Oh, look, I can't argue with you.
I can't talk to you.
I have to talk to Mrs. Kintner.
Because this is going to turn into a contest.
Look, it's not just the Gazette.
She's advertising in out-of-town papers.
I suggest we move back to council
chambers where we'll have more room.
I'm responsible for public safety here.
Then go out there tomorrow
and see that no one gets hurt.
It's a small story.
I'll bury it as deep as I can.
The ad is gonna run on the back
along with the grocery ads.
Right in here, please.
Move on in, please.
[all chattering]
Why do you insist on playing the heavy?
Look, I have a point of view and I think
it speaks for many of the people here.
[people chattering]
Not only me, because I have the motel.
How do you feel about it?
Can't help it.
Please, let's have some order.
[gavel pounding]
Let's have order, please.
Any special questions?
Uh, is that $3,000 bounty on the shark in cash or check?
[all laughing]
I don't think that's funny.
I don't think that's funny at all, sorry.
All right. All right.
That's private business
between you fishermen and Mrs. Kintner.
Martin, would you please...
Chief Brody.
Uh, I just, uh, I just want to tell you
what we're planning so far.
(Meadows) What about the beaches, Chief?
We're going to put on the summer, the extra summer deputies
as soon as possible.
And then we're gonna try and use
uh, shark spotters on the beach.
Are you going to close the beaches?
Yes, we are.
[all exclaiming]
We're also planning to bring in some experts
from the Oceanographic Institute on the mainland.
(Vaughn) Only 24 hours.
I didn't agree to that.
Only 24 hours.
(woman) 24 hours is like three weeks!
[people chattering]
[scraping]
[chuckles]
You all know me. Know how I earn a livin'.
I'll catch this bird for you.
It ain't gonna be easy. Bad fish.
Not like goin' down to the pond
and chasin' bluegills or tommy cods.
This shark, swallow you whole.
Shakin', tenderizin'.
Down you go.
And we got to do it quick.
Got to bring back the tourists
that'll put all your businesses on a payin' basis.
But it's not gonna be pleasant.
I value my neck a lot more than $3,000, Chief.
(Quint) I'll find him for $3,000,
but I'll catch him and kill him for $10,000.
You got to make up your minds.
Gonna stay alive and ante up,
gonna play it cheap and be on welfare the whole winter.
I don't want no volunteers.
I don't want no mates.
There's too many captains on this island.
$10,000 for me, by myself.
For that, you get the head,
the tail, the whole damn thing.
Thank you very much, Mr. Quint.
We'll, uh, we'll take it under advisement.
Mr. Mayor, Chief,
ladies and gentlemen.
[clock ticking]
[both exclaiming]
Oh, God, you scared me.
Oh.
Uh.
You know, Ellen,
people don't even know how old sharks are.
I mean, if they live 2,000, 3,000 years...
They don't know.
Enough. Enough.
You're not gonna even be able to go to sleep tonight here.
Here. Come on.
Thanks.
Oh.
[sighs]
Want to get drunk and fool around?
Oh, yeah.
Hey, Mikey really loves his present.
Where is he?
Sitting in it.
Good God.
[children chattering]
All right, Michael, out of the boat!
Tied up to the jetties, sittin' in the boat.
I'm helping Michael.
Get out of that boat!
(Michael) Hi, Dad.
Just a little longer. Please?
Martin, it's his birthday tomorrow.
I don't want him on the ocean!
He's not on the ocean, he is in a boat.
He's not gonna go in the water.
I don't think he'll go in the water again,
after what happened yesterday.
All right, now don't say that.
I don't want that to happen, you know that.
(Brody) I want him to read the boating regulations,
the rules, you know, before he goes out on his own.
Michael, did you hear your father?
Out of the water now!
Now!
(Charlie) I'm tired.
Let's stop before someone reports us.
(Denherder) Don't worry.
The Chief lives on the other side of the island.
Am I coming in straight?
Don't worry about it. Just keep rowing.
[Charlie grunting]
##[Charlie whistling]
We better catch somethin',
this is my wife's holiday roast.
Don't worry about it.
$3,000 buys an awful lot of roast.
[grunting]
Come and get it.
(Denherder) The tide's taking it right out.
Can't we go home?
[clock ticking]
##[both whistling]
[clattering]
Hey, hey, he's takin' it.
He's takin' it. He's takin' it. Hey!
(Charlie) Go! Go! Go!
Charlie, take my word for it,
don't look back! Swim, Charlie!
Swim, come on, Charlie! Swim!
Come on! To me, boy! Come on!
Come on, Charlie! Swim! To me!
Come on, Charlie, keep coming.
Keep swimming.
Come on, a little more. Atta boy.
(Charlie) I can't get up. I can't get up.
Give me your hand, Charlie. Just give me your hand.
(Charlie) Help me! Help me!
Get your feet out of the water!
[Charlie panting]
(Charlie) Can we go home now?
[car horn honking]
[people chattering]
(Hendricks) So then Denherder and Charlie
sat there trying to catch their breath,
and figure out how to tell Charlie's wife
what happened to her freezer full of meat.
That's not funny. That's not funny at all.
Mrs. Kintner must've put her ad in Field & Stream.
Looks more like The National Enquirer.
[men chattering]
All right, hold it. Hold it.
Hold everything. I said, hold it!
Hello.
Hello back, young fellow. How are you?
Say, I hope you're not goin' out
with those nuts, are you?
[ship horn blowing]
[people chattering]
The Weetock boat's gotta move out first.
You have to move out or he can't get out at all.
Don't raise sail, you're going to luff it.
You got a paddle on the boat?
I got a paddle.
Scull it out of here.
Officer, Officer, wait a second,
wait a second. Just...
Hey, how many guys are you gonna put aboard that boat?
(skipper) Whatever's safe, right?
Yeah, well, that ain't safe.
Hey, hey, watch it, that's dynamite.
What are you doing with that?
Where are you going with that?
I'm going on the boat.
Oh, no, no, no. Please, please,
help me get those guys out of the boat, will you?
Sure. Come on.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
the officer asked me to tell you
that you're overloading that boat!
(Hunter) Go on, get out of here.
(skipper) You ain't going. What do you care?
Then can you tell me
if there's a good restaurant or hotel on the island?
(Hunter) Yeah, you walk straight ahead.
[men chuckling]
They're all going to die.
Hi, listen to me.
We've got some road block signs outside.
You... you gotta get somebody to help us.
Yeah, get some... Get those road block signs
out on the highway.
Because we've got more people down here
than we can handle.
What're you doing out there?
These are your people. Go and talk to them.
Those aren't my people.
They're from all over the place.
You see all the license plates?
Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Jersey.
I'm all by myself out there.
What happened to the extra help...
That's not until the Fourth of July.
Between now and then, it's you and me.
Uh, you know those guys in the fan-tail launch out there?
None of them are getting out of the harbor alive.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
You know their first names. Talk to those clowns.
Everyone's seems to be having a good time today.
Tell me about it.
Polly, I'll get back to you.
Listen, could you tell me how I could find Chief Brody?
Who are you?
Matt Hooper.
I'm from the, uh, Oceanographic Institute.
Oh, for Christ's sakes. You're the guy we called.
I'm Brody. I'm Brody.
Oh, I'm very glad to meet you.
Glad to meet you, too.
I know you got a lot on your hands.
What can we do for you?
I think the best thing for me to do is to, uh, see the remains
of the first victim, the girl on the beach.
Okay, fine. Just bear with me, will you?
Sure.
Wait till we get them silly bastards
down in that rock pile.
There'll be some fun. They'll wish
their fathers had never met their mothers
when they start diggin' the bottoms out,
and slamming into them rocks, boy.
(fisherman No.1) Get away from there, you goddamn fool!
What's the matter with you?
You want to swamp us, you crazy son of a bitch?
(fisherman No.2) What are these guys doing out here?
What the hell are they doin' back there?
They're chumming right now.
Chumming? What the hell is that?
They're tracking the shark.
(fisherman No.3) $3,000 divided 4 ways is what?
(fisherman No.4) Watch your starboard. Jesus!
Let's show Mr. Hooper our accident.
"Uh, victim identified as Christine Watkins,
female Caucasian."
Yeah, and here's the way we have it.
Probable boating accident.
Yeah.
Good?
The height and weight of the victim
can only be estimated from the partial remains.
[sighing]
The torso has been severed in mid-thorax.
There are no major organs remaining.
May I have a glass of water, please?
The right arm has been severed
above the elbow with massive tissue loss
in the upper musculature.
Thank you very much.
Partially denuded bone remaining.
This was no boat accident.
Did you notify the Coast Guard about this?
No. It was only local jurisdiction.
The left arm, head, the shoulders, sternum,
and portions of the rib cage are intact.
Do not smoke in here. Thank you very much.
This is what happens.
It indicates the non-frenzy feeding of a large squalus,
possibly longimanus or isurus glaucus.
Now, the enormous amount of tissue loss
prevents any detailed analysis,
however, the attacking squalus must be considerably larger
than any normal squalus found in these waters.
Didn't you get out a boat and check these waters?
No.
Well, this is not a boat accident.
And it wasn't any propeller.
It wasn't any coral reef.
And it wasn't Jack the Ripper.
[sighing]
It was a shark.
[men clamoring]
I wanna go AP and UPI.
I want to get on the state wire services.
See if Boston'll pick it up and go national.
Call Dave Axelrod in New York
and tell him he owes me a favor, all right?
This is the shot I want with everybody and the fish in it, okay?
Guys, could we please get organized?
(Meadows) I want to get a picture for the paper.
Now, can we just have the...
Ben Gardner get this?
(fisherman) No, no, no, we caught it.
We got it. We got it.
[men chattering]
That's swell.
It's a beauty, ain't it?
(Meadows) Guys, please, I need a picture for the paper.
Clear out of the way, please.
Just the guys that caught the fish.
Just open it up a little bit, please.
I want to get a picture of the guy with the fish.
Come on, guys. Come on, please.
I need a picture for the paper.
Could we get the sign, please?
[people chattering]
(Meadows) Kneel down, just like in high school.
One row kneeling, one row standing.
Come on, just get out of the way.
Young fellow, could you step out of the picture?
Take your rake with you.
(man) We're ready.
Thank you.
Can you get that, please.
(photographer) How's that?
Larry.
Larry, you won't believe it.
What kind of a shark is that?
I don't know.
I think it's a mako.
It's got a deep throat, Frank.
Yeah, but what kind? What kind of shark?
Tiger shark.
A what?
We can start breathing again.
Is Ben getting plenty of pictures?
Oh, you bet he is.
What is this bite radius crap?
That is a big mouth.
You stuff your friggin' head in there, man,
and find out if it's a man-eater, all right?
[people chattering]
All I'm saying is that it may not be the shark.
It's just a slight...
I want you to meet Matt.
This is Larry Vaughn, our mayor.
Matt's from the Oceanographic Institute.
Nice to meet you.
Terrific, huh, Mayor, huh?
Martin, there are all kinds of sharks in the waters, you know?
Hammerheads, white tips, blues, makos.
And the chances that these bozos got the exact shark...
There are no other sharks like this here.
It's 100-to-1. A 100-to-1.
Now I'm not saying that this is not the shark.
It probably is, Martin. It probably is.
It's a man-eater.
It's extremely rare for these waters.
But the fact is, the bite radius on this animal
is different than the wounds on the victim.
I just... I wanna be sure. You want to be sure.
We all wanna be sure, okay?
What I wanna do is very simple.
The digestive system of this animal is very, very slow.
Let's cut it open.
Whatever it's eaten in the last 24 hours
is bound to still be in there.
And then we'll be sure.
It may be the only way to confirm it, huh?
Look, fellows, let's be reasonable, huh.
This is not the time or the place
to perform some kind of
a half-assed autopsy on a fish.
And I am not going to stand here
and see that thing cut open
and see that little Kintner boy
spill out all over the dock.
Chief Brody?
Yes?
[sobbing]
I just found out
that a girl got killed here last week.
And you knew it.
You knew there was a shark out there.
[continues sobbing]
You knew it was dangerous.
But you let people go swimming anyway.
You knew all those things,
but still my boy is dead now.
And there's nothing you can do about it.
My boy is dead.
I wanted you to know that.
I'm sorry, Martin. She's wrong.
No, she's not.
(Vaughn) All right, fellows,
let's cut this ugly son of a bitch down
before it stinks up the whole island.
Harve, you and Carl take it out tomorrow
and dump it in the drink.
Come here.
Give us a kiss.
Why?
Because I need it.
[knocking on door]
(Ellen) Get out of here. Hello?
(Ellen) Can I help you?
(Hooper) The door was open. Mind if I come in?
Uh, I'm Matt Hooper.
Oh, Hi. Ellen Brody.
Your husband's home?
Yes.
I'd really, uh, like to talk to him.
Uh, yes, so would I.
Come in. Come in. Can I get you some coffee?
No, no. No, no, no. Nothing, thank you.
Oh, wine. How nice.
How was your day?
[both snickering]
Swell.
I got, uh, red and white.
I didn't know what you'd be serving.
Oh, that's nice.
Is anyone eating this?
No.
My husband tells me that you're in sharks.
[laughs]
Excuse me. Well, yes.
l-I've never heard it quite put that way.
But yes, I am.
I love sharks.
You love sharks?
Yeah, I love them. I love them.
When I was 12 years old, my father got me
this boat and I went fishing off of Cape Cod.
I hooked a scup and as I was reeling it in,
I hooked a 4.5 foot baby thresher shark
who proceeded to eat my boat.
He ate my oar, hooks, and my seat cushions.
He turned an inboard into an outboard,
scared me to death, and I swam back to shore.
When I was on the beach, I turned around
and I actually saw my boat being taken apart.
Ever since then, yes, I have been studying sharks,
and that's why I know that I'm gonna go
to the Institute tomorrow
and tell them that you still have
a shark problem here.
Why do you have to tell them that? Sorry.
I'm sorry, I thought that...
You told me the shark was caught.
l... I heard it on the news.
I heard it on the Cape station.
They caught a shark, not the shark.
Not the shark that killed Chrissie Watkins.
And probably not the shark that killed the little boy.
Which I wanted to prove today by cutting the shark open...
You may want to let that breathe...
Nothing, nothing.
[laughs]
Yeah, yeah.
You know, uh, you're gonna be the only rational man
left on this island after I leave tomorrow.
Where are you going?
I am going on the Aurora.
The Aurora? What is that?
It's a floating asylum for shark addicts.
It's pure research, 18 months at sea.
Martin hates boats. Martin hates water.
Martin sits in his car
when we go on the ferry to the mainland.
I guess it's a childhood thing. It's, uh...
There's a clinical name for it, isn't there?
Drowning.
Listen, is it true that most people get attacked
by sharks in three feet of water,
about 10 feet from the beach?
Yeah.
And that... And that before people started to swim
for recreation...
l... I mean, before sharks knew what they were missing
that a lot of these attacks weren't reported?
That's right.
Now this shark that... that swims alone,
what's it called? Rogue. Rogue.
Rogue, yeah.
Now, this guy, he, he, keeps swimming around
in a place where the feeding is good
until the food supply is gone, right?
That's called territoriality.
It's just a theory that I happen to agree with.
Then why don't we have one more drink,
and go down and cut that shark open?
Martin? Can you do that?
I can do anything. I'm the Chief of Police.
[foghorn blowing]
We start in the alimentary canal,
and open the digestive tract.
[grunts]
[panting]
[coughing]
[exclaims]
Just like I thought.
What?
Came up in the Gulf Stream, from southern waters.
He didn't eat a car, did he?
No.
Tiger shark's like a garbage can.
It'll eat anything.
Somebody probably threw that in the river.
[panting]
[exhales]
That's it.
I've got to close the beach, call the Mayor.
[panting]
You got a bigger problem than that, Martin.
You still got a hell of a fish out there
with a mouth about this big.
How do we confirm that by morning?
If he is a rogue,
and there's any truth to territoriality at all,
we got a good chance of spotting him
between Cape Scott and South Beach.
Where are you going?
To find him. He's a night feeder.
On the water?
We're not gonna find him on the land.
I'm not drunk enough to go on a boat.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not. Yes, you are.
I can't do that. Yes, you can.
[boat engine whirring]
I'm telling you, the crime rate
in New York will kill you.
There's so many problems,
you never feel like you're accomplishing anything.
Violence, rip-offs, muggings.
The kids can't leave the house.
You've gotta walk them to school.
But in Amity, one man can make a difference.
In 25 years, there's never been
a shooting or a murder in this town.
No kidding? Want a pretzel?
Where are we?
We're right in the stretch where he's been feeding.
Can you get The Late Show on this thing?
No, it's a closed circuit TV system.
I have underwater cameras fore-and-aft.
Who pays for all this stuff?
The government? The Institute?
This stuff costs a lot of money.
Well, l, uh, I paid for this mostly myself, actually.
You're kidding.
No.
You rich?
Yeah.
Yeah, how much?
Well, personally, or the whole family?
Doesn't make any sense.
I mean, they pay a guy like you to watch sharks?
Well, uh, it doesn't make sense for a guy
who hates the water to live on an island either.
It's only an island if you look at it
from the water.
That makes a lot of sense.
[electronic buzzing]
(Brody) What is that thing doing?
Well, it's a, it's a fish finder.
It's probably just a school of mackerel or something,
all clumped together.
[rapid electronic buzzing]
Wait a minute.
There's something else out there.
What is it?
About 100 yards, south-southwest.
(Brody) That's Ben Gardner's boat.
(Hooper) You know him?
It's all banged up. Sure I know him. He's a fisherman.
What happened?
Look, Martin, I gotta go down and check their hull.
Wait. Why don't we just tow it all in?
We will, we will. I just got to check something out.
Hit the lights for me.
Let's tow it in.
Don't worry, Martin.
Nothing's gonna happen.
[panting]
What am I supposed to do while you're gone?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Don't touch any of the equipment.
I'll be back in two minutes.
[gasping]
[panting]
This is a great white, Larry. A big one.
Any shark expert will tell you it's a killer, a man-eater.
Look, the situation is that apparently a great white shark
has staked a claim in the waters off Amity Island.
He'll continue to feed here
as long as there's food in the water.
There's no limit to what he'll do.
We've already had three incidents.
Two people killed within a week.
It'll happen again.
It happened before. The Jersey beach, 1916.
Five people were killed...
In one week.
Tell him about the swimmers.
A shark is attracted to the exact kind of
splashing and activity
that occurs whenever human beings swim.
You cannot avoid it.
Opening the beaches on the Fourth of July is like
ringing the dinner bell.
Look, Mr. Vaughn, Mr. Vaughn,
I pulled a tooth the size of a shot glass
out of the wrecked hull of a boat out there.
It was the tooth of a great white.
It was Ben Gardner's boat, all chewed up.
I helped tow it in. You should've seen it!
Where... where is that tooth? Did you see it, Brody?
No, I didn't see it. He dropped it on the way in.
I had an accident.
And what did you say the name of this shark is?
It's a Carcharodon carcharias.
It's a great white.
But you... you don't have the tooth?
Look, we depend on the summer people here for our very lives...
You won't have a summer
unless you deal with this problem!
We have to close the beach
and hire someone to kill the shark!
I mean, we have to tell the Coast Guard.
You'll have to contact the Shark Research Panel.
You'll have to ring this entire harbor!
I don't think either one of you
are familiar with our problems!
Uh, I think that I am familiar with the fact
that you'll ignore this particular problem
until it swims up and bites you in the ass!
Wait a second! Wait a second!
There are two ways to deal with this problem!
You either kill this animal or cut off its food supply.
(Brody) Larry, we have to close the beaches.
Brody?
Sick vandalism.
That is a deliberate mutilation
of a public service message.
Now, I want those little paint-happy bastards
caught and hung up by their Buster Browns.
That's it. I won't waste my time arguing with
a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.
I'm gonna see you later, Brody.
Please, don't do this. He's not...
[people chattering]
Mr. Vaughn,
What we are dealing with here
is a perfect engine, uh, an eating machine.
It's really a miracle of evolution.
All this machine does is swim and eat
and make little sharks. And that's all.
Why don't you take a long, close look at this sign?
Those proportions are correct.
You'd love to prove that, wouldn't you?
Get your name into the National Geographic.
[laughing]
(Brody) Larry, Larry, if we make an effort today,
we might be able to save August.
August? For Christ's sake,
tomorrow's the Fourth of July!
We will be open for business.
It's gonna be one of the best summers we've ever had.
If you are concerned about the beaches,
do whatever you have to, to make them safe.
But those beaches will be open for this weekend.
[ship horn blowing]
[people chattering]
I want to know how many men you're going to send me.
There is no need for me to come to Brisbane
when I have a great white shark right here!
(Brody) We need men to patrol the swimming area.
We've gotta have help.
Anybody with a gun or a boat.
[all chattering]
Monday!
Is Chief Federal Officer Feldman there?
Dad. What?
He's the little guy with a crew cut.
[whistles]
[horn blowing]
Operator, isn't there a phone on the island?
Could you connect me, please?
(kid) Come on, get him! Get him, come on!
(Brody) Careful on the beach.
Brody to Gotcha, do you read me?
The guys from the TV station on the mainland are here.
Oh, all right. I'll get to them later.
Brody to Scutbucket, please come in.
[all chattering]
Okay.
Brody to Daisy, do you read me?
(Brody) Fascinating Rhythm, do you read me?
Come in, Hooper. What do you see?
Nothing here, Martin. And nothing on sonar.
Amity Island has long been known
for its clean air, clear water,
and beautiful white-sand beaches.
But in recent days,
a cloud has appeared on the horizon
of this beautiful resort community.
A cloud in the shape of a killer shark.
(sportscaster on radio) ... this stadium does hold the water well.
That is very shocking in the outfield.
Two balls, one strike, runners at first and third...
Fly ball, deep left field.
Jerry Christian goes back, running back near the wall
and he takes it for the out.
Oh, hi, Larry.
Why aren't you in the water?
Uh, well, uh,
I just put some suntan lotion on,
and, uh, I'm trying to absorb some...
Nobody's going in.
Please, get in the water.
[radio chattering]
Yay!
[helicopter whirring]
Mike, come here.
Listen, Mike. Do me a favor, will you?
You and the other guys take the boat
and put it in the pond instead?
The pond is for old ladies.
I know it's for the old ladies,
but just do it for the old man, huh?
Please?
All right.
Thanks.
[whispering] I've got Sean.
Michael! Wait!
Michael, I don't like you no more.
[all chattering]
I can stand Harry, you know...
Daisy, Daisy, this is Hendricks.
Anything? Thought I saw a shadow. Over.
(Daisy) Hendricks, this is Daisy here.
I don't see anything.
False alarm. Must be this glare.
I'm pleased and happy to repeat the news
that we have in fact caught and killed
a large predator
that supposedly injured some bathers.
As you see, it's a beautiful day.
The beaches are open,
and people are having a wonderful time.
"Amity," as you know, means "friendship."
[both giggling]
My God!
Jesus Christ! Fin! Shark! 350!
(guard) Get in there as fast as you can!
Red one. Red one.
(Hooper) Martin, get them the hell out of the water.
[whistles]
No whistles! No whistles!
Everybody, please, get out of the water.
Everybody out of the water.
Don't push!
Everybody out of the water, please.
[guard chattering on radio]
[screaming]
[people clamoring]
(woman) Come on, guys!
Everybody out of the water!
(Brody) I want them out of there, guys.
Give an answer, please.
What's going on out there?
He made me do it. He talked me into it.
(Brody) Please, please, move back. Let's move back.
Let's give these people some air.
Please, move back. Move back.
Martin, it's just a hoax.
There are two kids with a cardboard fin.
Is everyone there okay?
Everyone get out of the water all right?
(guard) Folks, we had some practical joker
down there with a fake fin...
Shark! A shark!
(girl) It's going into the pond! Shark in estuary!
Now what?
Michael's in the pond.
(girl) It's going in the pond!
Somebody do something! It's in the pond!
Hurry up, get that done.
I can't do a damn thing.
Get that rope undone.
You gotta untangle that up there.
I'm doing it!
Hey, fellows, fellows, haul in your sheet.
Make it fast.
[people screaming]
You guys, you guys okay over there?
In the pond!
[panting]
[screaming]
[all exclaiming]
(man) Somebody get a gun, get a gun shoot it!
Doesn't anybody have a gun?
[crowd screaming]
Michael!
Is he dead?
No, he's not. He's in shock.
[Ellen crying]
(Ellen) Michael!
[crying]