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Int. Orca pilot house - night
BRODY What the hell?
HOOPER It's a whale out there.
There's a brief, eerie pause. Quint breaks the silence by muttering into song, which he slowly swells.
QUINT (singing) Show me the way to go home... I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago, and it went right to my head. (etc.)
Gradually, Hooper and Brody join in, and the pilothouse becomes a warm cozy place.
EXT. OCEAN
The Orca and its song in the night. In the foreground, the barrel and strobe light flash up into view, and behind them, the big dorsal fin surfaces, and glides ominously towards the ship.
INT. PILOT HOUSE
The song is continuing, and we hear the barest hint of a scraping sound from the hull deep beneath the men. Quint's eyes abruptly narrow as his sensitive ears are the first to hear the abrasion of his ship. Things vibrate on the shelves.
Quint stops singing, Hooper and Brody continue a duet. The scraping repeats, and Hooper now senses it. He drops out of the song, leaving Brody singing solo.
QUINT (quietly, to Hooper) Start the engines.
As Brody hears this and is about to stop singing, the boat is suddenly bumped from below, and the gentle scraping turns to a violent assault somewhere on the understructure of the vessel. Water bubbles up into the hold. Brody starts, and looks at the radio. He is about to move towards it when Quint's urgent instructions stop him.
QUINT He's busting the shaft! Start the pump!
BRODY Where...?
QUINT The bilge pumps. There --
He leaves Brody in the pilot house, and runs onto the deck, grabbing his M-1 rifle as he goes. Brody hits a switch and we hear the pumps starting.
ANGLE ON THE ORCA
Hooper is on the flybridge, starting the engines, but the diesels sound wrong.
QUINT Cut the engines!
Hooper does.
HOOPER Rudder bearings?
The boat is assaulted again. Quint fires over the stern, emptying a clip into the water.
QUINT (to Brody) Get up forward! Watch for him!
Brody moves cautiously up to the bow.
QUINT Keep your eyes open, Mr. Hooper!
Hooper stands ready on the bridge, Quint pacing the stern deck.
QUINT Nobody sleeps! Nobody.
He jams a fresh clip into the M-1. The men scan the seas around them. Quint resumes their song, louder this time, more defiant.
QUINT (sings) Show me the way to go home... I'm tired and I want to go to bed. (etc.)
Hooper and Brody join in from their respective positions.
EXT. OCEAN, WIDE ON THE ORCA
The men in place, singing, the water sparkling towards the horizon, the stars twinkling above. The sound of a distant whale in distant counterpoint.
EXT. THE ORCA - DAWN
Brody is at the wheel on the flying bridge, while Hooper and Quint have a hatch up on the stern, and are working together to repair the damaged rudder controls torn loose by the shark. Hooper is bucking the steel rod, while Quint is hammering away at the joint, trying to drive a new pin.
The engine is idling. Bits of iron clutter the deck, along with a few rough, outsized tools and greasy rags and gaskets.
QUINT More left rudder! More! Left hand down now, Chief.
Brody tries to comply.
HOOPER (shifting his grip) Lemme get a better angle on it. Now.
Quint hammers again.
QUINT He's bent the housing. You can hear it.
And we can. The Orca's diesels are no longer smooth. Brody
suddenly sees something, and points.
BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW - THE WATER
The barrel is surfaced directly ahead of them, just off the port side. They are drifting up to it.
BRODY The barrel!
The strobe light winks at them. Quint holds up a hand: "Quiet!"
Everything stops as they watch the barrel coming slowly up on them.
QUINT It's him.
He takes a killing lance from the rack. Hooper gets a boathook.
QUINT He's under the keg. Careful --
Hooper leans out gingerly, snagging the barrel with the hook.
It bobs lightly in the water, an innocent bystander. Hooper shifts his pole, takes hold of the rope, poling it in.
QUINT (suspicious) Easy -- just want to goose him up. The minute he runs, drop it or you'll lose your hands.
Hooper gets the line and starts hauling it up. No resistance.
It comes easily over the transom into a coil on the deck. He and Quint exchange looks.
QUINT Here -- gimme. I don't see what he's been doin'.
WATER - ANGLE
Both men are draped over the side, their chins almost touching the water on the aft side. From the opposite starboard direction, fully unfastened from the barrel, comes the Great White. First the fin, then the conical nose and the upper border of wide, grinning teeth. It knifes through the water in absolute silence, propelling itself with tremendous speed toward the unsuspecting men.
CLOSE - BRODY
His instincts shine -- as does his newly-acquired sense of direction.
BRODY (top of his lungs) Shark! Starboard!
CLOSE - HOOPER AND QUINT
They turn just in time, and a long spine-stretch saves them from instant decapitation. The Great White passes the transom, the harpoon still in its side and trailing five feet of chewed- off cable. It rolls on its side and looks at them as it passes.
Past the stern the huge tail lashes out, ripping the rope out of Quint's hands, shearing a huge swath through the paint, peeling it off like a plane, taking one of the bronze letters out of "Orca." The shark begins an arc to sea, its fin cutting the water, and starts circling the boat. Quint notices his cut hand, palm bleeding, realizing how close he came to losing it.
QUINT (to Hooper) Haul in that rope -- it'll foul us! (then to Brody on the bridge) Start the engine!
The diesels start with a terrible grinding.
QUINT Easy! It'll tear right out!
HOOPER (hauling) The shaft is giving.
Hooper slams the hatch, kicks the tools to one side, clearing the deck for action once again.
BRODY (on bridge) That's it! Radio in for help!
QUINT Shut up! Just pump her out!
BRODY (coming down off the bridge) Yeah, Captain, as soon as I make a call.
Brody heads for the radio in the pilot house.
QUINT - CLOSE
A perfectly terrible look comes over him. He raises up and starts after Brody. Brody disappears into the cabin. Quint pauses outside and sees:
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