It is a hot summer day, with quite a bit of people walking along the sidewalk and gathered down at the beach. Hans is carrying a short surfboard, 6 feet 6 inches in length, sky blue in color, under his right arm as they proceed across the roadway to the beach side of Neptune. Driving toward them is a bright red convertible Mustang. Inside it are MOLLY LONG, 35 and overweight from eating after the birth of her three children who are in the car, TIMMY, an eight year old brat with close-cut blond hair, SALLY, a ten year old know it all with long brown hair, and HARRY, the 12 year intellectual with the body inversely proportional to his brain capacity. Stuffed into their car are a boogey board, an inflatable raft, an umbrella and assorted towels and clothes for the beach. There is a grocery bag in the car packed with weiners, buns, chips, marshmallows and assorted junk food. Clearly, this is the traditional american family, sans papa, who is obviously working to support his brood. Timmy and Sally are riding in the back while Harry rides shotgun. The younger children are squabbling and Molly turns to scold them.
Molly instinctively puts her foot on the brake and jerks her head around front at the same time. Hans and Mark jump lightly out of her path and the Mustang skids to a stop, missing them by several inches. They glare at her and she glares back. Timmy and Sally enjoy the quick stop.
She looks around to make sure she is right.
Harry tries to interject but is cut off.
She looks over at him.
She looks back at Hans and Mark.
Molly lets her foot off the brake and begins to move slowly forward, past Hans and Mark, who turn their bodies to follow her driving past, inches from where they stand. Somewhat like bullfighters watching the bull go slowly past. The kids in the back seat just stare at them, making faces.
Harry nods his head in acquiesence.
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EXT. SHORELINE
The sandcastle has been built by the three kids, with Harry as the supervisor. It is at the high-tide mark and remains fairly intact as the water laps at the walls. Timmy and Sally are running back and forth to it from the water, carrying buckets of water to help with the construction.
Harry is standing there, studying it for architectural flaws. Further up the beach, Molly is sitting under the umbrella, munching on a handful of potato chips. Sitting beside her are paper plates holding remnants of half eaten hotdogs. Empty coke and seven up cans are scattered about the towels under the umbrella. A small radio is blaring country western music.
Harry looks up from the beach toward his mother, thirty feet distant. They make eye contact. Molly starts to stand up, still pushing the chips into her mouth as she walks off the towels and in the direction of Harry.
Harry nods his head, again in acquiesence and goes back to watching the building of the sand castle. Molly starts trudging south along the beach towards some high rocks where there are some pools of water. As she turns the corner of a rock, a pair of legs projecting from red Hawaiian trunks go scampering off into the distance, but she is unaware of them. She stops beneath some overhanging rocks and looks out into the cool water.
She takes a few hesitant steps into the shallow part, stops, looks around, and then takes some more steps toward the surf. Again, unaware, there is a reddish discoloration in a part of the water that the discerning eye, but not Molly, could pick out. Obviously enjoying the coolness, Molly starts to wade into waist deep water and actually pushes through a couple of white water waves that are moving toward shore. Her head goes under the water and emerges, spluttering for breath, but enjoying the slight rush of adrenalin.
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WATERS SHOT LOOKING TO SHORE Molly is moving further into the water. Up the beach, directly behind her, lies the pumphouse eighty feet behind. And sitting on it, overlooking the beach, is Hans Hochberg.
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EXT. WATER'S EDGE
Molly is laying back in the water, floating on her back, a light smile of enjoyment on her face. Very relaxed
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Close-up of a hand moving across a chest, grasping a long tooth shaped object and then moving it up, past the chin and into the lips, where the lips proceed to blow on it. But no sound is heard.
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A young, shapely girl, is walking along the seashore in a revealing bikini.
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A quick sequence of surfers getting good rides out at Windansea.
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A lifeguard standing on the rocks looking out to the ocean with his binoculars.
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Molly is still floating in the water, eyes closed in quiet contemplation.
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A second girl is walking along the beach.
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A quicker sequence of surfers riding waves
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The lifeguard has quickly placed his binoculars on his bench, grabs his flotation device, takes the phone off the hook and starts to sprint down the beach.
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Quick surf ride.
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Molly floating in peace.
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Lifeguard running past second girl.
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Quick surf ride.
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Lifeguard running past first girl.
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Harry looking out to sea and his face suddenly reflects horror and he starts running across the screen toward the lifeguard.
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Lifeguard is now running and he begins to shout:
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The sound of the lifeguard yelling merges into Harry's yell of "Moooommmmm!"
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The sound is muffled from being heard by underwater ears and Molly moves her head slightly, as if hearing something, but her eyes are still closed as the giant shark head lifts out of the water behind her, dwarfing her head.
Molly then lifts her head and the screaming comes into focus as her head is out of the water so she opens her eyes and looks toward shore. The giant shark head then slides over her head and she looks back into the jaws, her head being shadowed by its size. The CAMERA follows her gaze and as the jaws comes down, they do so on the CAMERA and everything goes dark.
