Deep Water

Written by

Tracee Beebe

Joe Russo
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First Story Entertainment

Jason Lubin
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FADE IN:

EXT. BEACH - NIGHT

A lonely stretch of black water. Waves lap, crash to shore.

A far off buoy bell rings. Rings.

Pull back to...

BEACH-SIDE BOARDWALK

Crowded, colorful, touristy.

Dance club music soon drowns out the sounds of the sea.

TOURISTS stroll along the stretch between sand and cement.

Barhopping, people watching. Looking to get lucky, laid, or
liquored-up.

A MOTHER, late 40s, stands in the center of the walkway. The

Tourists flow to either side of her like Moses parting the
Red Sea.

She's trying to hand something to anyone who passes. Most

refuse. Her shoulders slump. She's exhausted, despondent.
But still she tries.

That's what mothers do.

A DRUNK GIRL takes what the Mother offers: a FLIER.

The Drunk Girl and her Friends keep walking. The flier drops
to the sandy walkway.

Several flip-flopped feet walk over the flier that shows:

the smiling face of a MISSING TEEN GIRL.

A breeze catches the forgotten paper. It flutters off the

walkway, out across the sand into the black water.

EXT. RESORT RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Candlelit. Open air. Waves sigh just out of sight. The place
screams ROMANCE.

At a table for two with the best view in the house, JENNA,
25, dines with her borderline nerdy boyfriend TYLER, 27.
Jenna could pass for a teen if it weren't for the hard edge
she wears like armor.
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Across the room, a chatterbox of a girl, TORI, 10, babbles

away between bites of lava cake at her mother, MEL, 30,
whose attention is riveted on something behind Tori.
Mel's distraction finally registers on Tori. She turns to
see why her mom looks like she's watching the season finale
of The Bachelor.

Tori's own face turns sour as she and most of the other
PATRONS watch Tyler get down on one knee.

Jenna gets all gooey, nods. Tyler slips the ring on, scoops
her up into an embrace.

The restaurant erupts in applause.

Except for Tori.

She looks like someone just ran over her puppy.

EXT. BEACH RESORT - DAY

Blinding white light.

A plastic vacation paradise comes into focus. Kids cavort,

couples canoodle, crispy divorcés prowl.

Sun, booze, and suntan lotion abound.

At a colorful excursions kiosk between pools, Jenna and

Tyler contemplate the menu of overpriced adventures.

The kiosk ATTENDANT waits with practiced patience.

Jenna looks through a little notebook she keeps with her.

JENNA
Tomorrow I have us scheduled for a
couples massage and then dinner with
your sister but if we did this
snorkel tour, we should be able to
stick to the plan and fit it all in.

TYLER
Whatever you think, Babe. You're the
boss.

JENNA
Just the two of us, right?

Tyler glances over to the pool where a group of KIDS splash.

 3.

TYLER
Well, I mean--
JENNA
Ty. The whole point is to take some
time to ourselves to celebrate.

TYLER
I know, Babe. It's just. You know how
much she loves the water. She'd hate
me if we left her to do something
like this without her.

JENNA
I'll tell you what. You and she can
go. I'll stay here and let the pool
boy rub lotion on my back.

She saunters away.

Tyler trots along side.

TYLER
Don't be mad. Jen. Come on. I'm just
trying to do the right thing. Keep
everyone happy.

JENNA
Am I a bitch for wanting to spend a
little time alone with the man I
love?

She slides her hands around his waist, looks up at him with
a pleading smile.

TYLER
Now you're just playing dirty.

JENNA
I don't know what you're talking
about.

She kisses his neck.

Tyler swallows in an effort to keep his desire in check.

TYLER
Alright. We won't tell her.

JENNA
Just sneak off like a couple of
teenagers?
 4.

TYLER
Whatever floats your boat.
He grinds against her suggestively.

JENNA
Is that some sort of attempt at
snorkeling tour humor?

TYLER
I just "fish" we had more time.

JENNA
Oh my god. Can we just go book the
tour please?

TYLER
Quit trying to be "koi." You know you
love me.

JENNA
I hate you so much right now.

But she can't help smile at his silliness as she heads back
to the booking kiosk.

ATTENDANT
Ready to book, then?

Tyler catches up, puts an arm around Jenna.

TYLER
Just me and my JennaBug.

JONES (O.S.)
And fifty or sixty other tourists.

Jenna and Tyler turn to see a Poseidon-like man sidle near.

Walking testosterone JONES, 30, as affable as he is sexy.

Tyler slides an arm around Jenna's waist in that proprietary

way men have when other men are around. Totally misses the
sarcastic "how cute" look on Jones' face.

JENNA
(to Attendant)
Is that true? Is it really crowded?

ATTENDANT
The snorkel trip is our most popular
excursion for a reason. No one
complains about it being too crowded.
(MORE)
 5.

ATTENDANT (cont'd)
People usually feel more comfortable
in the water if they have other
swimmers around them.
JENNA
What? Why?

JONES
How much are these sharks charging
for the tour?

He checks the menu on the counter. Whistles between his

teeth at the price.

TYLER
I mean, it's kind of a once in a
lifetime thing, right?

JENNA
Wait. Why do people prefer to be in a
group?

The Attendant turns his attention to a lobster red TOURIST

looking to book a trip of his own.

Jones pulls Tyler and Jenna to the side. He leans down to

make up for the fact that he towers over them.

JONES
I booked the same trip with a local
fisherman. Half the price.

TYLER
For real?

JONES
The best part? It's a private tour.
Just me, the captain and all the
pretty little fish.

Jenna and Tyler share a look of longing.

JONES
Ya know, you two could come along if
you want. Share a cab over, have the
boat to ourselves. Plenty of privacy
for you two.

JENNA
They told us when we checked in that
we should only book through reputable
tour companies.
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JONES
Sure they did. Because they get a
kickback. Personally, I like
supporting the little guy just trying
to feed his family.

TYLER
(to Jenna)
What do you say, Babe?

JENNA
It would be just the three of us?

JONES
You, me, and the deep blue sea.

Jenna likes the sound of that. But then remembers.

JENNA
What about sharks?

TYLER
(to Jones)
You'll have to excuse her. She
watched Jaws when she was like four
years old. Quality parenting.

JONES
(to Jenna)
You're afraid of sharks but you want
to go snorkeling in the ocean?

JENNA
Embrace your fears, right?

Tyler rubs her shoulder, proud of her for being so kick-ass.

Jones flashes a toothy smile.

JONES
No worries. You feel safer going on
some cookie cutter plastic
"adventure," it's no skin off my
back.

He shrugs. Clearly their loss. Walks away.

TYLER
(to Jenna)
I think we should do it. Save some
money and get away from the pickled
masses for a day.
 7.

JENNA
I really think we should just stick
to the plan.
Tyler gives Jenna his best Golden Retriever begging for
steak impression.

He kisses her neck. Her ear. Her chin.

TYLER
Come on, boss-lady. Let me have this
one and I promise, you can make every
decision for the rest of our lives
together.

Jenna holds out for a moment longer. Finally gives in, puts
her arms around his waist.

JENNA
'Till we're old and gray?

TYLER
'Till we're old and gray and telling
our grandk--

Jenna kisses him.

JENNA
Go on. Go tell Mister Hunky
McHunkerston to count us in.

TYLER
Whoo!

Tyler rushes after Jones.

Jenna watches them bro-hug in celebration.

UNDERWATER

A nearly silent world.

A BODY plunges in. Consumed by bubbles. Thrashes for the...

SURFACE

With a SCREAM --

-- of delight.
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EXT. BEACH RESORT, POOL - DAY

A calypso band plays nearby.

Jenna lounges poolside with a Michael Chrichton paperback.

Another scream draws her attention. She looks up to see Tori

fly through the air, launched by Tyler.

Tori plunges into the deep end.

UNDERWATER

Tori swims underwater, holding her breath, eyes open.

She rolls as she heads for the surface.

Refracted sunlight glints off the SHARK TOOTH PENDANT she

wears around her neck.

SURFACE

Tori comes up laughing.

A splash war ensues.

A flash of something crosses Jenna's face before she dives

back into her book. Regret?

MEL (O.S.)
Have they drowned each other yet?

Jenna reluctantly pulls her attention away from fictional

monsters to Mel rocking the Single-Mom-On-Vacay look with
two oversized umbrella drinks in hand.

JENNA
Not yet.

Jenna takes one of the drinks. Mel claims the lounge chair
next to her.

TORI
Mom! Jenna! Time me!

Mel gives a thumbs up.

TORI
Wait! I need to oxygenate first.
 9.

Jenna watches Tori pants like a dog then signal Mel and sink
below the surface holding her breath.
JENNA
(to Mel)
She really does love the water.

MEL
I think she's half dolphin.

Jenna notices Jones watching from his own lounge chair

across the pool. He catches her eye, toasts with his drink.

Jenna raises her glass in response.

Jones flashes his pearly whites then lays back to work on

his already perfect tan.

MEL
And who is that delicious specimen?

Tori comes up, gasping for air.

TORI
How long?

MEL
Forty-five minutes at least!

JENNA
(re: Jones)
Just some guy your brother met.

MEL
Yummy! When are you going to
introduce me? That right there is my
entire reason for coming on this
trip.

Jenna laughs, teases her.

JENNA
You're worse than a teenager.

TORI
Come on, Mom. The world record is
only twenty-two minutes. I'm not that
good! Time me for real.

Mel taps her cell-phone, holds it up for Tori to see.

 10.

MEL
(to Tori)
Ready? Go!
Tori plunges below the surface again.

MEL
(to Jenna)
Just because I'm divorced doesn't
mean I'm ready to be put out to
pasture. A real man appreciates
someone with a little more
experience.

They toast to that.

An ominous shadow swims toward submerged Tori.

Tori's record breaking practice is interrupted as she is

lifted high into the air. Tyler surfaces as he tosses her
toward the fake waterfall.

Their rough housing continues.

Mel gives Jenna a side-eye.

MEL
Have you and Tyler started talking
about kids, yet?

Jenna barely suppresses a grimace as she shakes her head.

JENNA
Wedding bells usually happen first.

MEL
But it still needs to be a part of
the conversation.

JENNA
It has been, trust me.

MEL
And?

Jenna raises her glass in a mock salute.

JENNA
I'm not the mothering kind.
 11.

MEL
Oh come on. Nobody knows how to
parent until they put that baby in
your arms.

JENNA
Not all of us had a great mom like
Tori as an example on how to get it
right.

She goes back to her book to avoid further discussion.

Mel glances across the pool but Jones is gone. She lays back
with a disappointed sigh.

Tori jumps out of the pool, runs to them, dribbling water

all over Jenna and her book.

JENNA
Shit!

TORI
My dad told me that people use swears
because they have an inferior
vocabulary.

Mel wraps her little darling in a towel.

MEL
That was really good breath holding,
Tor. You sure you aren't a dolphin or
a mermaid?

TORI
(to Jenna)
Mermaids aren't real you know.

Jenna has had just about enough.

JENNA
So I've heard.

Tori snuggles onto the lounge with Mel to absorb some sun.

TORI
Some people think manatees were
mistaken for mermaids but I think
that's silly 'cuz they don't look
anything like humans.
(MORE)
 12.

TORI (cont'd)
I think what really happened is that
ancient sailors thought dolphins were
mermaids because of their
intelligence and how their
vocalizations sound like girls
laughing.

She stops long enough for Mel to dry her hair, then...

TORI
Most of the girls in my school love
dolphins. Like crazy for them.
Dolphin earrings, dolphin binders.
Dolphins and unicorns. Which I don't
get because unicorns aren't even
real.

Jenna is so not listening.

Tyler leans on the edge of the pool.

TYLER
(to Jenna)
How's my best girl?

TORI JENNA
Ready for ice cream. Ready for some beach time.

Tori shoots Jenna a jealous glare. Jenna shoots Tyler a

"save me" look. Which he ignores.

TYLER
So what's wrong with dolphins?

TORI
Dolphins are really cool and all -
they can hold their breath way longer
than I can by the way - but they're
kind of my nemesis.

TYLER
How do you even know what a nemesis
is? I think you mean dolphins are
your "anemone."

Tori cracks up at his pun.

Jenna shoots Tyler another look: Please don't encourage her.

Which he also ignores.

Tyler hops out of the pool.

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TORI
Not sea anemone, Uncle Tyler. Enemy.
TYLER
Fine. Why are dolphins your enemy?

TORI
Dolphins are just about the only
thing that a shark is afraid of and
personally, I prefer sharks. I'm
going to be a shark biologist when I
grow up.

Jenna catches sight of Jones. Waves him over out of

desperation.

Jones, tanned abs exposed, two beers in hand, saunters over.

Mel practically shoves Tori off the lounge as she sits up.
Boobs out. Tummy in.

JONES
Well if it isn't everyone's favorite
love birds. Everyone having some fun
in the sun?

TYLER
Hey, man.

He tries to do a complicated cool-dude handshake that

disintegrates into an awkward fistbump.

Jones hands Tyler one of the beers. They toast.

JENNA
I wanted to introduce you to Tyler's
sister, Mel... but I didn't catch
your name.

Jones puts on the charm.

JONES
My friends call me Jones.

MEL
Then what should we call you?

JONES
With those lips? Anything you'd like.

The awkward flirting almost too much to bear, everyone

laughs except Tori.
 14.

TORI
I'm Torrence. My friends call me
Tori.
TYLER
She's going to be a sharkologist when
she grows up.

TORI
Uncle Tyler, that's not a word.

JONES
You like sharks, do you Miss Tori?

Tori suddenly turns shy, stops chattering for the first time
and only nods.

Jones' eyes slide over young Tori to lock on Mel with

delicious charm.

JONES
(to Tori)
You should come along with us
tomorrow then and bring your mum.

Jenna elbows Tyler in the ribs. Hard.

TYLER JENNA
Ow! Hey, Tori! Why don't you
show us how long you can
swim underwater!

MEL
What's tomorrow?

TYLER
We're heading out to--

Jenna digs her manicure into his bare thigh.

Jones plays into the pseudo-love triangle.

JONES
They didn't tell you? We're taking a
little boat ride out to the sand spit
for some private snorkeling.

TORI
Snorkeling?!?

Jenna groans, drowns her sorrows in her drink.

 15.

TYLER
There's this sand spit--
MEL
What's a sand spit?

TORI
A little island. Well, not really an
island. Just sand really, like a
beach in the middle of the ocean.

JENNA
It's just sand. Kind of boring
really.

JONES
The reef that protects the island has
some of the best coral and tropical
fish I've ever seen.

Jenna looks like she could throw her drink at him. He

doesn't notice. Or maybe he's doing it on purpose.

TORI
OhmygoshMom! Can we please!

JONES
(to Mel)
Please, Mom?

The sex oozes off him, dazzles Mel like a Jedi mind trick.

He winks. He actually god-damned winks at Mel.

MEL
I... Uh.

It takes her a minute to remember she hates boats.

MEL
No!

TORI
Mommmm.

MEL
I get seasick in the bathtub. You
know that, Tor.

TYLER
I've seen it. It's not pretty.

Tori droops like her heart is breaking.

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JENNA
Oh darn. Well, I'm sure you'll have
fun here at the pool and--
TYLER
We'll take her.

JENNA
What's that now?

Tori throws herself at Tyler.

TORI
Thanks Uncle Tyler! You're the best.

MEL
Oh, no, I couldn't ask--

TORI
I'll wear my lifejacket and listen to
everything the captain says, Mom. I
won't talk too much and I'll stay
next to Uncle Tyler the whole time.
Please!

Tori puts her hands together, praying for a miracle. Jenna

says a prayer of her own.

JONES
(to Mel)
How about this? You let the little
lady come along and when we get back,
I'll take you to dinner. I know this
place down the beach, best raw
oysters you've ever had.

With Jones' abs clouding her judgment, Mel gives in.

MEL
Well. Who could turn down an offer
like that?

With a joyful squeal, Tori runs and splashes into the pool.

Jones nods to Tyler and Jenna.

JONES
See you at ten.

He kisses Mel's hand.

JONES
And see you tomorrow night.
 17.

He winks again, strides away.

When Mel finally finds her voice, she turns to Jenna.

MEL
You sure it's okay?

TYLER
Of course it is.
(to Jenna)
Right babe? How could we deny a
future sharkologist a chance like
this?

Tori yells from the water.

TORI
Shark biologist! I keep telling you,
sharkologist is not a word.

The look Jenna gives Tyler speaks of debts to be collected.

JENNA
At least I won't be the only female
on board. We can braid each other's
hair.

Tyler kisses her cheek.

EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT

From the water, looking back toward shore, two figures

stroll along the beach where black water meets sand.

EXT. BEACH - NIGHT

Lights from the resort dance on the black water.

The buoy rings it's lonely call.

Jenna and Tyler walk ankle deep parallel to the beach.

It might be romantic if it didn't feel as if something

watched from the water.

TYLER
It'll be great, you'll see.
 18.

JENNA
No, I know. It's just. Am I a
horrible person for wanting a
vacation from our family vacation?

Tyler tuns her to face him.

TYLER
You are not a horrible person. You
are the best person I know.

JENNA
Your sister asked me if we'd had the
talk yet.

TYLER
The birds and the bees?

JENNA
Kind of yeah. She asked when we're
having kids. Why do people always do
that? Like it's a given or something.

They resume their stroll, dragging their toes through the

frothy surf.

TYLER
What'd you tell her?

JENNA
That I can't keep a goldfish alive.

TYLER
It was a carnival fish, Jennabug.
Nobody can keep those poor things
alive.

JENNA
You know what I mean. Kids take
patience, selflessness.

TYLER
You're selfless. How many stray dogs
have you saved from death row?

JENNA
That's not the same thing. When they
act up, I can just throw them in the
yard and close the door.

TYLER
I take it back. You are a horrible
person.
 19.

Jenna kicks water at him.

TYLER
Hey!

He splashes her.

UNDERWATER

Nearly black. Almost silent.

Jenna and Tyler's legs just visible.

Their laughter, muffled, distorted.

One chases the other away from shore into deeper water.

BEACH

Now waist deep, Tyler grabs Jenna, kisses her long and hard.

TYLER
How about a skinny dip?

Jenna suddenly realizes just how far out they are, how dark
the water is. Childhood fears chase chills up her spine.

JENNA
At night? In the ocean? Do you even
know me at all?

She slips from his embrace, races back to shore.

Tyler stands alone in the water, watches her go. Smitten.

A splash behind him startles him.

He turns, sees...

Nothing but open water.

He looks around at all that rippling darkness.

Maybe she's right. He races after Jenna, spooked.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Wearing only a towel around his waist, Tyler watches TV from

the bed while Jenna writes on sticky notes at the desk.
 20.

JENNA
(to self)
Tomorrow, snorkeling, beach
volleyball, and the cultural dinner.

Sticks the note in line with several others on the mirror.

JENNA
(to Tyler)
Did you set up the wake up call?
(to self)
Thursday, walking tour, souvenir
shopping, schedule shuttle.

TYLER
Yep.

Jenna hangs the next note.

JENNA
Are you lying?

TYLER
Yep.

Jenna chuckles. Writes another note.

She feels his eyes on her, turns to look at him.

JENNA
What?

TYLER
I love it when you do your control
freak thing.

JENNA
I just like to have a plan, keep
things running efficiently. What's
wrong with that?

TYLER
To-may-to, to-mah-to.

JENNA
If I didn't keep things under control
around here, you'd spend the day
drinking by the pool and we'd miss
most of our vacation.

Tyler gets up, gets behind her.

 21.

TYLER
Vacation being the operative word.
Tyler kisses her neck.

Jenna sidles away.

JENNA
Uh-uh. You owe me.

TYLER
Oh yeah? For what?

JENNA
Manipulating me into going on some
Gilligan's boat ride of doom, for
starters.

Tyler drops the towel at his waist, presses his naked hips
against her back.

TYLER
Manipulating you? I saw how you were
ogling our new friend.

Jenna turns to face him.

JENNA
Ogling?

TYLER
I know big words.

JENNA
He's not my type.

TYLER
Ripped, tanned, and smooth with the
ladies isn't your type?

Jenna shakes her head.

JENNA
Nope. I like 'em sweet, pale, and
brilliant.

She pulls her sundress off over her head.

TYLER
You love me for my mind, that it?

JENNA
You're not too bad in bed either.
 22.

Tyler lunges, scoops her up, throws her naked on the bed.
Pounces on top of her.
TYLER
Not too bad? Not too bad? I'll show
you not too bad.

And he dives in.

AFTERWARD

The gossamer drapes flutter in the sea breeze.

Jenna and Tyler lay facing each other in a post-coital haze

of lust and love.

She traces patterns in his sparse chest hair.

He takes her hand, kisses the ring he put there, turns her
arm over, exposes a track of CIGARETTE BURN SCARS.

Jenna tries to pull away, hide her history.

Tyler holds her tight, kisses each burn tenderly.

TYLER
You're not her.

They lock eyes, intertwine fingers.

She kisses him deeply.

From far off, the buoy rings.

EXT. SECLUDED BOAT DOCK - DAY

Armed with an over-sized purse and movie star sunglasses,

Jenna follows Tyler and Jones down the rickety pier.

She double checks the contents as she walks.

JENNA
I have sunscreen if anyone needs it.

Tori bounds at Jenna's side like a Jack Russel.

TORI
And the scariest looking is the
goblin shark but they're really rare.
You won't ever see one, unless you're
a deep sea explorer or something.
 23.

JENNA
(to everyone)
Wouldn't want anyone getting skin
cancer.

TORI
The smallest is the cat shark. It's
only about eight inches long. And the
next smallest is the--

JENNA
How many more Nat-Geo facts do you
plan on sharing?

TORI
Most people think the biggest is the
great white but they don't even come
close to whale sharks.

This stops Jenna cold.

JENNA
Whale sharks?

TORI
Obviously they're not really whales.
They're just called that because
they're, well, as big as whales. But
it's OK. They're really gentle.

JENNA
Right.

Tori laughs, enjoying the upper hand.

Tyler calls back.

TYLER
Babe!

Tori runs to beat Jenna to the end of the dock where Tyler
waits with Jones in front of a weathered fishing boat.

A salty, sun-leathered man, SKINNY, 50s, glares at them as

he scrapes the scales off a still very-much-alive fish with
a rusty gutting knife.

Jenna eyes the old boat dubiously.

JENNA
(to self)
Quint would be proud.
 24.

JONES
(to Jenna)
Ready for a day you'll never forget?
JENNA
Bring it on.

Tyler pulls her in for a kiss but the moment is lost as Tori
slips between them.

TORI
Do you think we'll see any sharks
today, Uncle Tyler?

Jones notices Tori's cock-block, stores the info away.

TYLER
(to Tori)
I ordered some special just for you.

JONES
They're out there.

Jenna locks eyes with Tyler: What have you gotten us into?

Skinny steps up to the small captain's helm that rises above

the boat's deck. Stares down at them with an impatient
clench to his jaw.

TYLER
Ahoy, El Capitan! Permission to come
aboard, sir?

Jenna chuckles at his enthusiasm.

Skinny sucks on his teeth, gives them all an appraising

look, spits into the water.

SKINNY
Welcome aboard the SEASTAR.

He jerks his chin to someone behind him on the lower deck.

Skittish as a whipped dog, a quiet BOY, 12, somehow pale

despite his tan, hurries forward to help them board.

Tyler leaps across the open air between dock and deck with
childish glee.

Jenna eyes the wide space and the crystalline water between.

JONES
Here. Let me help.
 25.

He grabs a hold of her elbow.

Jenna gently pulls away.

JENNA
Got it, thanks.

Jones gives a little tip of his chin: suit yourself.

Boy, his eyes on his feet, reaches a hand to Jenna. This

assistance she does take.

Tori is left on the dock with Jones.

JONES
(to Tori)
And how about you, Princess? Ready
for an adventure?

TORI
I'm not a princess. I'm a scientist
and I can't wait!

Hands on her waist, Jones helps her balance as she takes

Boy's offered hand.

Boy notices her shark tooth pendant. It mesmerizes him a

moment. He clutches Tori's hand too tight, looks like he
might say something.

Something that makes Tori hesitate climbing on board.

SKINNY
Boy! Cast off!

Boy winces at the command, pulls Tori across the gap on to

the boat. With one last look of regret, he hustles to untie
the rope that anchors them to land.

Jones scans the dock. Not another soul in sight.

He steps on to the boat.

A few slow beats of maneuvering and they motor away with

only the sea gulls to witness their departure.
 26.

EXT. ABOARD THE SEASTAR - DAY

The old fishing boat is made up of four sections:

- the prow, with a wooden platform perfect for sunbathing
- the helm, accessible by a rickety ladder
- the small cabin below the helm
- a low bench along the stern

Up on the helm, Skinny caresses the wheel, expertly steers

the SEASTAR across the chop out to deeper water.

At the back of the boat, the rail is only about a foot out
of the water. Tori leans across the rail, lets her hand drag
in the turquoise water, lost in the wonder of it.

Hands grab her shoulders.

She jumps, spins around to see Tyler grinning.

TORI
Uncle Tyler!

Tyler peers over rail into the water.

TYLER
Aren't you afraid something's gonna
come along and nibble your fingers?

TORI
Should I be?

TYLER
You tell me. You're the resident--

Tori glares at him.

TYLER
Oceanographic expert.

Tori loves the sound of this.

They hang together in quiet camaraderie for a bit as Skinny

and Boy go about seafaring operations.

With a combination of lust and adoration, Tyler gets

distracted by the sight of Jenna at the front of the boat

Stripped down to her bikini, perched at the prow, Jenna

enjoys the sun and spray on her face, aglow with the thrill
of their speed.

Tori gets a half jealous, half dreamy look on her face.

 27.

TORI
You really love her, don't you?
He ruffles her hair.

TYLER
You know you'll always be my best
girl, right?

Tori beams at him.

Tyler's not the only one watching Jenna. Skinny stares for a
bit longer than necessary.

Jones notices, clears his throat to draw the captain's

attention and jerks his chin toward open water: Get your
mind on your job, buddy.

Jones joins Tyler with a hard slap to the shoulder.

Tyler tries not to let it show that it stings.

JONES
There's my main man. How 'bout a cold
one?

TYLER
And I thought the day couldn't get
any better.

Jones eases Tyler to the cooler, away from Tori.

Tori goes back to studying the water. Doesn't notice Boy's

occasional eyes on her.

Jenna watches Tyler enjoy his beer with Jones - each taking
sips between backslaps and general mano o' mano chest
puffing. She shakes her head: ain't he cute?

She smooths our her towel, organizes her area, puts on

sunscreen, adjusts her suit. Once everything is "just so,"
she allows herself to lay back and relax.

JONES
(to Tyler)
So engaged, huh?

Tyler beams. Jones raises his bottle in congratulations.

JONES
I guess you had to do the whole "ask
dad for permission" thing?
 28.

TYLER
Lucky for me, Jen doesn't have any
family to talk her out of marrying
me.

JONES
Aw. Poor girl. Anything ever happens
to you, she'll be all alone.

He chuckles to let Tyler know he's kidding.

TYLER
Do not let her hear you say that. She
can take care of herself, thank you
very much, and makes sure to remind
me of that at least once a week.

JONES
The strong and independent kind, huh?

TYLER
Just like I like, 'em.

From the prow, Jenna feels their eyes on her, looks over.

Jones and and Tyler raise their beer at her, laugh like old
friends. Jones elbows Tyler in the ribs.

JONES
They're all "strong and independent"
until you get them between the
sheets, am I right?

It's all about getting under Tyler's skin and it works.

Tyler steps back, puts a bit of distance between them.

TYLER
Things weren't so good for her when
she was a kid. She just feels safer
when she's in the driver's seat, ya
know? I'm OK with that.

Jones closes the gap between them, puts a strong arm around
Tyler's shoulder.

JONES
Aw, come on now. Don't get your
panties in a twist. Just a little
locker room talk, no harm meant.

Tyler raises his bottle to his lips to hide his unease.

 29.

TORI (O.S.)
Look!
They all turn to see a Tori pointing out at the water where
a school of FLYING FISH flash by.

TYLER
Flying fish!

Tyler rushes to her.

A bit wobbly due to a lack of sea legs, Jenna joins them to

watch the fish leap and dive in quicksilver flashes.

JENNA
I thought flying fish were a myth.

TORI
Cheilopogon. They don't really fly
like birds. People think they do but
they're really just using their fins
to--

BANG!BANG!BANG!

Gunshots.

Tori yelps.

TYLER JENNA
A gun? What the fuck?

Jones stows the gun without apology as Skinny steers them

into the school.

Boy brings Jones a net.

Jones scoops up several shot up fish, looks up like he's

just scored an important prize.

JONES
Bait.

Jenna, Tyler, and Tori stare at him.

TYLER
Cool!

JENNA
What do we need bait for?

She realizes her arm is protectively around Tori and

disengages herself from the girl.
 30.

TYLER
Well we need bait because...
He has no idea why.

JONES
You want to draw the pretty fishies
in, you got to have something tasty
to get their interest. Fish eat fish.

He flexes his own shirtless pecks, winks at Jenna.

Jenna is not impressed.

TYLER
Yeah, Babe. Fish eat fish.

He nibbles her ear.

TORI
Gross.

She turns away, watches the water slide past as they

continue on their way.

Jenna heads back to the prow.

Tyler helps Jones chop up the fish.

Time passes.

They sail further and further from land.

Jenna lets the beauty of a day at sea lull her into a doze.

Tori explores the boat, makes her way into the...

INT. BOAT - DAY

Dim but well cared for. The wood and brass, all polished to
a shine. Nothing is out of place. An unsettling contrast to
the rest of the unkempt boat.

Creepy enough that Tori almost turns back around. The sight
of a huge SHARK JAW hung on the far wall peeks her
curiosity. She goes to examine it.

At the center of the jaws, a framed photo of a younger

Captain Skinny, proud behind the wheel of a shinier Seastar.

Tori traces her finger across a serrated tooth almost as big

as her palm.
 31.

She jumps at a sudden NOISE behind her, turns, sees Boy

staring back at her.
A beat while Tori calms her racing heart.

TORI
Hi.

The only response is the creaking of the boat.

TORI
What's your name? I'm Tori.

Boy remains frozen in place. Something has him spooked.

BOY
You shouldn't be here.

Surprised at his boldness, he clamps his mouth shut. Stares

at her in that intense way of his.

TORI
I was just looking around. I didn't
touch anything.

Boy's eyes dart to the picture of the captain.

TORI
Is he your dad?

Boy gives a slight shake of his head. Almost imperceptible.

TORI
I don't have a dad either. It's OK
though, cuz I have Uncle Tyler.

Boy's focus goes to the shark tooth pendant she wears.

TORI
My uncle Tyler bought it for me
before we came on vacation because I
love sharks. He says it's good luck
but I don't believe in luck. My dad
used to say "you make your own luck,
Tor."

Boy reaches up to touch the tooth. Stops himself, flinches,

steps back. His eyes fill with sadness.

BOY
I haven't seen my dad in a long time.
 32.

TORI
My father died.
BOY
Dead ain't so bad.

For once, Tori is at a loss for words. She takes in his

ragged shorts, skinny frame, and the sadness that surges off
of him in waves.

Impulsively, she slips the necklace over her head, holds it

out to him.

TORI
Here. Now you can have good luck too.

Her smile is contagious and Boy can't help but accept the
gift. He slips it over his own head just as --

The hatch SLAMS open. Tori yelps.

Boy cowers from the figure silhouetted in the doorway.

SKINNY
Back to work, Boy.

But Boy's legs have turned to jelly.

Skinny grabs Boy's ear, twists until the boy whimpers.

Tori jumps in, points to the shark jaw on the wall to

distract Skinny.

TORI
Did you kill that shark?

Skinny turns to her giving Boy the chance to escape with a

last concerned look at Tori.

Left alone in the cramped space with the creepy captain,

Tori gives a defiant tilt of her chin.

Skinny looks her up and down. Very. Slowly. A cat sizing up

its prey. He does that teeth sucking thing of his.

Tori takes a step back.

TORI
You shouldn't kill sharks. They're
apex predators you know? Without
them, the whole balance of the food
chain gets thrown out of whack.
 33.

Skinny takes a menacing step closer. Looks like he might

pounce when--
Another shadow blocks the doorway.

JONES
Hey there, Cap. I think there's
something needs doing on the bridge.

Skinny bares his teeth at Jones.

SKINNY
Don't forget whose boat this is.

JONES
Don't forget who stocks the shelves.

After a brief showdown, Skinny pushes past and away.

Jones turns to Tori with a big, cartoon smile.

JONES
Hope he didn't scare you.

TORI
Nah. I don't scare that easily.

A hint of something that Tori completely misses flashes in

Jones' eyes.

TORI
I don't think he likes kids.

JONES
I like kids.

He leans down. Friendly.

TORI
He should be nice to that boy.

JONES
You think so?

He straightens up, looms over her.

TORI
He's just a kid. People should be
nice to kids.

Case closed, she steps forward to leave.

For a beat, Jones doesn't let her pass.

 34.

She looks up at him with innocent expectancy.

It's another beat before Jones steps aside and allows Tori
to trot out into the sunlight.

BOW OF BOAT

Jenna still perches at the front of the boat, gazing out.

Something catches her eye. She leans forward, tries to get a

better look. A shark fin?

The waves and diamond-like glitter of sunlight make it

impossible to decide.

Tyler comes up behind her, puts his arms around her waist.

TYLER
Admit it, you're glad we came.

JENNA
Hmmm... I admit no such thing.

TYLER
Oh come on, it's beautiful out here.
When have you ever seen water this
blue?

Jenna turns around in his arms. Slips her own hands around
to cup his ass. Looks into his eyes.

JENNA
Well, the view isn't so bad.

They kiss.

JENNA
Better watch it or Tori won't be the
only one jealous.

TYLER
What do you mean?

JENNA
Don't be coy. You're being a total
douche-bro with your new BFF and you
know it.

TYLER
Sounds like you're the one whose
jealous.
 35.

JENNA
Pshh. He can have you for all I care.
She doesn't mean it though.

TYLER
There's a lot of other fish in the
sea you know.

JENNA
More snorkeling puns?

TYLER
Just saying.

JENNA
You might be right but I'm the only
one wearing your ring.

She holds the ring up, lets it glint in the sunlight.

Tori watches from the back of the boat as Tyler kisses Jenna
tenderly, then scoop her up in his arms, let's out a victory
WHOOP and spins her around.

Tori steps forward to get some attention of her own.

Her bare foot comes down hard on a rusty FISH HOOK half-
embedded in the deck wood.

Tori SCREAMS.

Tyler and Jenna turn to see Tori grab her foot, lose her
balance and --

FALL OVERBOARD.

TYLER
Tori!

He pushes Jenna aside and rushes to the back of the boat.

IN THE WATER

Tori comes up sputtering, surprised but not afraid.

She waves at the boat as Skinny cuts the engine.

UNDERWATER

Deep water.
 36.

Tori's lower half.

All alone.
Her little legs tread like a pro. The fish hook still stuck
in her foot. A thin line of blood seeps out around it.

Tori drops her face below the surface. At home.

She bends her leg, inspects her foot.

With a grimace distorted by water, she yanks the hook free.

A chunk of flesh comes with it. More blood oozes.

She cries out, loses the air in her lungs.

The blood spreads out in a pink tinged cloud.

Tori surges to the surface.

ON BOARD

Jenna scans the water. Breaths a sigh of relief when Tori

pops back up.

Just a fragile child alone in the vast sea.

She disappears below the surface again.

UNDERWATER

Tori pulls herself through the water. Unafraid.

She sees a blurry shadow swim toward her.

Without a mask, she can't make it out.

The shadow looms closer.

Tori smiles when she recognizes the shadow as Tyler, pops up

to meet him.

ABOVE WATER

Tyler swims close. They tread water.

From the boat 100 feet away, Jones watches like a hawk.
 37.

TYLER
Have no fear, Uncle Tyler is here to
save the day!
TORI
I don't need to be saved, silly.

With that, she flips underwater with a dolphin-like move and

swims to the boat, a pint-sized Michael Phelps.

Tyler chuckles to himself, marvels at her skill.

He starts to swim after her, gasps in pain. Jerks to a stop.

Jenna calls to him from the deck.

JENNA
Ty? You OK?

Tyler grimaces. Barely manages to tread.

TYLER
Just a cramp.

UNDERWATER

Tyler rubs at the cramp in his leg.

Something stalks Tyler from below.

Unaware, he struggles to dog-paddle back to the boat.

ON BOARD

Jones pulls Tori back on board.

JONES
Don't do that again.

It's almost a threat.

Tori flinches away, confused.

Jenna hurries to her with a towel.

JENNA
Are you alright?

TORI
I hurt my foot and fell in like a
doofus.
 38.

JENNA
I have bandaids in my bag.
She bustles Tori to the bench.

UNDERWATER

Tyler pulls himself through the water like a sea lion with a
broken flipper.

Whatever watches comes...closer.

Tyler reaches the boat, starts to pull himself out of the

water. Slips.

One leg dangles below the surface, kicking for traction.

We SURGE FORWARD--

Tyler's leg disappears as he finally manages to climb up.

ABOVE WATER

Tyler clings to the ladder.

Behind him, a slice of gray triangle barely breaches then

disappears below the surface.

Tyler hears a SPLASH behind him. He spins, sees nothing.

ON BOARD

Tori catches Boy's eyes on her, worried. Scared? He

scrambles away out of sight.

Jenna helps Tyler back on board.

JENNA
The wounded hero returns. Might want
to slow down on the beer. Sun and
booze aren't really a great choice.

TYLER
Some hero.

Jenna kisses Tyler to make him feel less a loser.

TORI
Maybe next time I'll save you.
 39.

LATER

The hum of the SEASTAR's motor dies.

Jenna wakes from a doze to see nothing but the deep blue of
open water all around them.

Skinny scans the horizon with binoculars.

Jenna notices Tyler and Jones donning snorkel gear.

JENNA
Where are we? Where's the sand bar?

JONES
I arranged for a special stop.

TYLER
It's gonna be amazeballs!

He hands her a mask and fins.

Jenna looks dubiously at the dark blue surrounding the boat.

JENNA
How deep is the water here?

JONES
Deep.

He straps on a wicked looking spear gun, slips over the side

into the water with barely a splash.

TYLER
Whoo!

TORI
(to Tyler)
Can you help me? I can't get my mask
tight enough.

Jenna hands her a moth eaten life jacket.

TORI
I don't need a life jacket.

JENNA
(to Tyler)
Yes you do. And we need a plan. We'll
all use the buddy system and--

Tori dives overboard with barely a splash, leaves the

lifejacket behind.
 40.

TYLER
Come on, Babe! Let's do this!
JENNA
I don't know, Ty.

TYLER
What's wrong?

He waddles over like a penguin in his flippers.

TYLER
You getting cold feet?

JENNA
Maybe.

Tyler runs his hands down her tan legs.

TYLER
I could warm them up...

JENNA
Are you sure it's safe?

TYLER
You know I always use protection.

He grinds against her, his fins and mask making it awkward

to say the least. She shoves him away.

JENNA
For real, though. There's nothing out
here but a whole lot of water.

TYLER
Do you really think Captain Whats-
his-face would let anything happen to
us? He doesn't get paid if we don't
make it back alive.

He waves his snorkel up at Skinny.

TYLER
Ain't that right Cap'n?

For a long moment, Skinny stares at them beneath the brim of

his filthy hat.

SKINNY
Sharks ain't the only things you need
to watch out for in these waters.
 41.

He enjoys the fear this brings Jenna.

TYLER
(to Jenna)
He's kidding.

JENNA
What other things?

TYLER
(to Skinny)
You're kidding, right?

JENNA
Like jelly fish?

Skinny whistles a tuneless note to signal the end of his

involvement in their silly tourist dilemmas.

TYLER
(to Jenna)
Babe. Come on. This isn't like you.
Where's the "don't let your fears
rule your life" girl I love?

JENNA
I'm not afraid. I just don't--

Tyler does a piss-poor John Wayne impression.

TYLER
"Courage is being scared to death and
saddling up anyway, Pilgrim"

JENNA
Seriously?

TYLER
(Yoda voice)
Fear leads to the dark side.

JENNA
You are such a nerd.

Tyler stalks closer to Jenna.

TYLER
But I'm your nerd.

JENNA
I'm not afraid. I don't want to get
stung by a jellyfish, Tyler.
 42.

TYLER
Get your ass in the water, Jenna.
He slaps Jenna on her barely-there bikini bottom.

JENNA
Watch it, Buddy. I'm not your
plaything.

TYLER
I know. You are a brilliant, self-
sufficient woman.

JENNA
You bet your ass.

TYLER
And only keeps me around out of pity.

JENNA
Yep.

She doesn't mean it, though. Her adoration for him clear in
the smile that shines straight from her heart.

TYLER
And doesn't let anything, even a
little jellyfish sting, stop her from
enjoying all life has to offer.

Jenna pulls him in for a kiss.

Jones calls from the water:

JONES (O.S.)
Hey lovebirds, what's the hold up?

Tyler pulls away from the kiss with a sneaky look.

Jenna points a finger at him.

JENNA
Don't.

TYLER
Oh yes. This is happening.

JENNA
I'm warning you!

Tyler tries to scoop her up.

Jenna deflects and shoves him into the water.

 43.

Hands on hips like Wonder Woman, Jenna stands on the boat

rail in triumph.
Tyler pops back to the surface, giddy.

TYLER
Seriously, Jen. You have to come in.
It's beautiful.

JENNA
Once in a lifetime?

TYLER
Once in a lifetime.

Unwilling to miss another second, he readjusts his mask and

swims toward Jones.

Jenna watches Tori glide through the water to meet him.

She feels Skinny's eyes on her, turns to see him scowling

from his throne.

Alone on the boat with the Captain McCreepy or face her

childhood fears in the water?

She dives.

WATER

At first, the depth and expanse terrify Jenna. She tries to

look every direction at once, her vision partially obscured
by the cheap snorkel mask.

A pair of clown fish - Nemos- swim past. Just Jenna and the
two fish surrounded by dark blue. Jenna loses herself in the
serenity of it, lets herself enjoy--

SOMETHING grabs her leg.

She screams bubbles, sputters, rolls, comes face to face

with--

Tyler's goofy grin.

She slugs him but then laughs at herself for falling for it.

They surface together. Kiss.

 44.

UNDERWATER

Speargun cocked and ready, Jones hovers a few feet below the
surface. Nothing to worry about with him on their side.

Hand in hand Tyler and Jenna swim to Jones.

Tori joins them amid a rainbow of tropical sea life.

They enjoy the tranquility of the otherworldly kingdom.

Until...

Jenna sees a hulking shadow glide past in the distance, just

far enough she can't make it out but close enough to dwarf
her. She gasps, choking on her snorkel.

What the fuck was that?

Eyes wide behind her mask, she scans the depths. Sees
nothing but murky blue and then...

There! A moving shadow. She catches sight of a SCYTHE-SHAPED

TAIL and freaks.

The others finally notice Jenna's frantic gestures.

She points to where the shadow is now joined by another.

And another.

Jenna tries to yell through the water as Jones swims TOWARD

the shadows.

Tyler starts to follow.

Jenna grabs his arm, shakes her head: No. No way!

Tyler grins behind his mask, nods. This is happening.

He swims away.

Jenna grabs Tori, pulls her to the...

SURFACE

TORI
What's wrong?

JENNA

(MORE)
 45.

JENNA (cont'd)
It isn't safe. We have to get back.
Right now.
They see Tyler wave to them from fifty yards away.

TYLER
Jenna! Tori! Come on. It's
incredible!

TORI
(to Jenna)
No way am I missing this.

She slips from Jenna's grasp, darts through the water.

Jenna gazes across to Tyler and Jones. Nobody seems to be

getting ripped to shreds.

JENNA
Screw it.

Against her better judgment, Jenna replaces her mask, swims.

UNDERWATER

Jenna freezes when the shadows take form.

GIANT SHARKS.

At least half a dozen of them.

Each more than 20 feet long.

Tori looks back at her, sees her hesitation. Smiles around

her mask and gives an OK sign.

Jenna shakes her head frantically. No. No It is most

certainly not OK!

SURFACE

Tori surfaces, as does Jenna.

TORI
Why are you freaking out? They're
just whale sharks.

JENNA
Whale.. sharks?
 46.

TORI
The gentle ones, remember? They eat
tiny plankton. Not humans.
JENNA
They're so big!

Tori does a somersault in the water, frolicking.

TORI
You're not afraid of mosquitoes are
you?

JENNA
What?

TORI
Mosquitoes.

JENNA
Of course not.

TORI
Well you should be. They kill
literally a million times more people
than sharks.

With a know-it-all smirk, she folds herself in half, flips

her finned feet in the air and swims away.

Jenna doesn't know what to do with this information.

Finally she realizes she's alone in her little square of

ocean. Creeped out, she decides to take her chances.

UNDERWATER

The massive beasts swim lazy patterns around the divers.

Every once in a while, one opens its mouth so wide, Jenna
knows what Biblical Jonah must have seen.

But it's peaceful. Serene.

A once in a lifetime experience.

EXT. ON BOARD THE SEASTAR - DAY

Tori scrambles on board, followed by Jenna. They both laugh,

exuberant after their shared experience.
 47.

JENNA
Tyler! You were right, it was so --
She pulls off her mask, looks around, expects to see Tyler.

JENNA
Ty?

She stands, looks out to sea. Scans the water, sees nothing
but a seemingly empty ocean.

She turns to Skinny behind the wheel.

JENNA
Where are the guys?

SKINNY
Maybe they got stung by jellyfish.

A splash draws Jenna's attention.

All glistening wet muscles and power, Jones emerges. Alone.

Jenna hurries over, checks the ladder. No Tyler.

JENNA
Where's Tyler?

Jones signals Skinny. Skinny starts the motor.

JENNA
Jones? Where is Tyler?

JONES
He's not on board?

JENNA
No, he is not on board. He was with
you.

Jones makes a show of looking around. No boyfriend here.

JONES
I wouldn't worry about it. He
probably saw a mermaid, swam away for
a little fishy fun.

He winks at her but Jenna's too freaked out to pay him any
attention.

Frantic, Jenna darts from one side of the boat to the other.
 48.

JENNA
Tyler!
TORI
(to Boy)
We're gonna wait for him, right?

Boy tries to tell her something without using words.

SKINNY
Boy! Get down below.

JENNA
Tyler! Can you hear me!

Boy scurries away.

Tori leans over to look in the water.

TORI
Uncle Tyler?

She scans the ocean.

JENNA
Tyler! This isn't funny. Ty???

She listens. No sound save the gentle lap of water against

hull. No call for help. No stranded fiance.

JENNA
Maybe he, he got another cramp. He
got another cramp and--

TORI
We should call the coastguard.

Jenna grabs her snorkel mask.

JONES
(to Jenna)
Hey. Hey. Easy now. I'm sure he's
fine. Let's just all calm--

He takes a step toward her but Jenna flops overboard as she

dons her mask.

UNDERWATER

Jenna's breath through her snorkel. Frantic. Loud.

 49.

She flails about. So freaked out, it takes her a couple of

moments to remember how to swim.
Her mask fogs. Visibility turns to shit. She might as well
be blindfolded.

All alone in the deep blue so vast it threatens to crush

her. Does something approach from behind? From below?

She brings her face out of the water, rubs the inside of her
mask while her legs dangle beneath her.

She looks around. Still no sign of Tyler.

She works at controlling her breath. In, out. In, out.

She adjusts her mask and swims.

SURFACE

Jenna raises her head, treads.

JENNA
Tyler!

She looks back, realizes there's a lot of open water between

her and the SEASTAR.

Tori, small and fragile among the men on board, peers out at
Jenna, worried.

Jenna, swims closer, yells to Jones.

JENNA
Call for help!

Jones waves back as if he understands.

Jenna dives below again, breastrokes around, searching.

UNDERWATER

Jenna searches. Sees a SHADOW to her right. Turns her head.

Can't get a clear image.

The shadow drifts away into the deep.

EXT. ON BOARD THE SEASTAR - DAY

Jenna yanks her mask off, launches it across the deck.

 50.

JENNA
I can't find him. I can't--
Ever the gentleman, Jones drapes a towel across her
shoulders. She shrugs it off. Throws it at his feet.

JENNA
Maybe if I had a little help out
there!

JONES
It's a big ocean.

JENNA
What the hell is that supposed to
mean? How long before they get here?

JONES
We're not going to find him by
getting ourselves drowned.

JENNA
The coast guard, Jones. Are they
sending a boat? A helicopter?

She looks up at Skinny, still at his post behind the wheel.

JENNA
Is help coming or not?

SKINNY
No radio.

JENNA
No radio? What do you mean no radio?

She looks to Jones.

JENNA
What the fuck does he mean, no radio?

Tori slips a hand in hers.

TORI
The radio's broken.

She sniffs, tries to hold back tears.

Jenna yanks her hand away. Loses her shit.

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JENNA
What the hell is going on here? Fix
the radio, send up a flare, light the
god damned boat on fire and send a
smoke signal! We need help! Tyler
needs help!

She shoves Jones in the chest for emphasis. He grabs her

wrists in a show of dominance.

JONES
If you would calm the fuck down, stop
jumping overboard, we could start
looking for him.

JENNA
Let me go, God damn it.

Jones squeezes harder.

JONES
You need to calm down.

JENNA
Screw you.

TORI
With... with this current, Uncle
Tyler could be a mile away from here
already.

Jones leans close to whisper in Jenna's ear with wet lips.

Intimate.

JONES
Every second you fight me is time
lost we could be using to look for
him. Your choice.

Jenna stops struggling immediately.

He loosens his grip.

Jenna pulls away, gives him a nasty look.

JONES
Good girl. Now go sit down. Take care
of the Princess and I'll have El
Capitan put the boat into a search
pattern. Sound good?

Jenna still looks like she wants to spit on him but logic
takes over.
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JENNA
Right. We need a plan. An organized
search grid.
Jones nods to Skinny who turns the boat into a circle.

Tori joins Jenna, leans in for comfort. Distracted by worry,

Jenna doesn't have much to give.

TORI
Uncle Tyler's a pretty good swimmer.
I think... I think he'll be OK. I bet
he swam all the way back to the hotel
and ...

Her words fade away as she recognizes them as lies.

Jenna moves away to pace along the side of the boat, back
and forth like a caged tiger. Searching the water.

Hurt from the rebuff, Tori lies on her belly, stares down
into the water.

UNDERWATER

Tori's worried face blurred by refracted water.

ON DECK

Tori lets the water sooth her. So beautiful despite its

mysteries. She feels eyes on her.

She rolls to see Jones looming above her. She pulls her
knees to her chest, her eyes dart to Jenna who, still
pacing, has no thought to spare the girl.

JENNA
TYLER! ... TYYLLLER.

JONES
(to Tori)
Bet you're pretty mad at her, huh?

TORI
Why would I be mad at Jenna?

JONES
Well, it was your aunt's idea to come
on this trip.
(MORE)
 53.

JONES (cont'd)
If she hadn't insisted he take her
snorkeling, you and your uncle'd be
sitting on the beach right now
building sandcastles. Just the two of
you.

He enjoys the sting of pain this brings.

JENNA
TYLLLERR...

TORI
(to Jones)
She's not my aunt.

Jones tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His hand
lingers on her cheek a moment longer than necessary.

Tori squirms, not wanting to be rude but uncomfortable with

the intimacy. She gives him a polite smile then scurries
away to the front of the boat.

JENNA
(to Jones)
This isn't working! We need help. We
need a rescue crew.

Jones looks up to Skinny who checks his watch then gives

Jones a quick nod.

Jones goes to Jenna, his usual charm laced with sympathy.

JONES
You're right and it'll be dark in
another couple of hours. We should
head back to shore, report him
missing.

Jenna lets out a shaky breath. Nods.

Jones turns to Skinny.

JONES
Cap! Let's head back. Call out the
troops.

Skinny gives him a bored look, turns the boat out of the
circle and heads toward the horizon.
 54.

JONES
(to Jenna)
Try to relax. We're doing everything
we can. I just hope, we're not too
late.

Jenna's eyes fill with tears. She blinks them away, trudges
to the back of the boat to watch the spot where Tyler was
last seen get lost with all the other blue.

Tori sits at the prow, hides her face behind her knees. She
feels a presence, looks up to see Boy holding out a plastic
water bottle.

He doesn't smile but his eyes, full of history, are kind.

Tori wipes her tears, takes the offering.

TORI
Thanks.

Boy stands there, like he wants to say something.

His eyes dart to Skinny behind the wheel and back.

BOY
(whispers)
My name is Deryn.

Tori gives a small smile of greeting but something behind

him distracts her.

She looks out at the distant sun. Confused.

Tori thinks, puzzling something out.

She hurries to block Jenna's pacing.

TORI
The sun is wrong.

JENNA
What?

TORI
The sun. If we were heading back, the
sun would be over there. But it's
not, it's--

JENNA
I'm not interested in listening to
any more of your know-it-all science
nerd bullshit, Tori.
(MORE)
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JENNA (cont'd)
And yes, I am aware that my
vocabulary is shit but I think I'm
entitled to a--
TORI
Listen to me! We're going in the
wrong direction. We're going away
from land.

Tori points at the sun.

Jenna tries to grasp what the girl is saying.

Tori turns toward the cockpit.

TORI
(to Skinny)
You're going --

JENNA
Shush.

She grabs Tori's arm hard enough to shut her up. Tori yanks
her arm out of Jenna's grasp.

TORI
We have to tell him.

JENNA
Trust me. I think he knows.

Jones' accusations toward Jenna ringing in her ears, Tori

lashes out.

TORI
This is all your fault!

JENNA
What? What are you talking about?

TORI
I hate you. I hate you and this
stupid boat and I wish Uncle Tyler
had never even met you!

Tori runs to the back of the boat.

Jenna stares after her in shocked confusion until a distant

sound makes it to her ears... music?

She looks around for the source.

 56.

A party barge carrying already drunk tourists in the not too

far distance.
Jenna bolts to the side of the boat, waves her arms.

JENNA
Hey! Hey! We need help! Call the
Coast Guard!

Neither Jones or Skinny try to stop her. Why bother? The

booze cruisers just keep cruising.

JENNA
Help!

Tori joins her but it's no use.

Several tourists wave back in greeting.

JENNA
Why aren't they stopping?

She leaps overboard and swims for it.

Now it's Tori's turn to be shocked.

TORI
(to self)
She left me?
(to Jenna)
You can't just leave me here!

She is about to dive after her.

SKINNY
Boy.

Boy knows his job. He grabs Tori's arms.

TORI
Let me go.

Boy drags her away from the rail.

TORI
I thought you were my friend. Let me
go. Let me go.

BOY
It's not safe.
 57.

Jones reaches into a bucket at his feet, pulls out two of

the bloody fish he shot, squishes their bodies between his
fists to draw more blood, then throws them after Jenna.
He picks up the bucket, saunters to the side, slowly pours a
gallon of bloody chum into the water.

Jenna stops swimming long enough to wave at the party boat

but no one notices. She treads, unaware of the blood
spreading across the water toward her like spilled ink.

Tori figures it out.

She pulls out of Boy's grip, runs to the rail.

TORI
Jenna! Come back! Hurry Jenna! Just
come back!

A SHARK FIN rises to the surface about 20 yards in Jenna's

wake. Oblivious that one of the greatest predators on earth
stalks her, she keeps swimming for the party boat.

As the fin draws near, Jenna feels it just as sure as an

antelope feels the cheetah right before it pounces.

She starts to turn.

BANG!

Jenna SCREAMS, thinking the shot was aimed at her. In her

panic, she takes in water, chokes, dips below the surface.

She comes back up as the shark's blood spreads

Swimming in a pool of crimson, Jenna goes into shock.

Breathing in short, shallow breaths, eyes wide in terror,

she can barely tread water.

Something grabs her from behind. She SCREAMS.

Jones drags her up into the boat.

ON BOARD

The old motor whines as it pushes them further out to sea.

The past few hours too much for her, Tori lays curled up on
a pile of soggy beach towels, shivering.
 58.

In a daze, Jenna watches Boy listlessly drop handful after

handful of chum over the side into the water.
Quite pleased with himself, Jones struts over, hands Jenna a
bottle of water.

She glares at him but takes it, sucks it down.

JONES
(re: chum)
Pretty ingenious, right? Keeps our
security force interested.

JENNA
Security force?

Jones actually gloats as he explains.

JONES
I could keep you tied up and risk
somebody coming along, getting
suspicious. Conversely, I could keep
you drugged and asleep down in the
hull, and run the risk of you having
a reaction and dying on me. Had that
happen before, by the way. Lost out
on two hundred because the bitch
choked to death on her own sick. So.
I came up with this little trick. The
sharks stick around, frantic for
blood and the merchandise stays on
board like good little fishies.

Disgusted, Jenna turns away from him.

Jones chuckles. Starts to walk away.

JENNA
Why the charade?

Jones turns back.

JENNA
I get taking us out to international
waters but why take us snorkeling,
let us think you're a tourist? Why
not just grab us the minute we
stepped on the boat?

JONES
Where would the fun be in that?
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JENNA
And Tyler?
It hurts to say his name.

JONES
Not much market for white males over
fourteen. Another example of white
privilege.

He laughs at his own joke.

JENNA
But you helped me look for him.

JONES
Letting you think we were searching
kept you busy while we killed a
little time before heading to the
rendezvous.

So fucking smug.

JONES
Besides...

He glides toward Jenna, the sexy sparkle in his eyes

replaced by something far more dangerous. He holds her chin,
studies her face for a long moment.

JONES
Watching that last bit of hope leave
your eyes is the best part of my job.

Jenna yanks her chin away.

JENNA
What gives you the right?

Jones runs a possessive finger down down her cheek to her

cleavage. He grabs one breast. Hard.

JONES
Because I can.

Jenna works to not show the pain he causes. Fails.

Jones laughs and walks away.

Jenna goes weak at the inhumanity of it all, crumples down

on to the bench in misery.
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LATER

Skinny comes up from the engine room, wiping grease on a

rag. Intent on whatever occupies a sociopaths mind during
quiet time, he almost runs into Boy.

Boy ducks out of his way, trips on the chum bucket, spilling
guts across the deck.

And Skinny's bare feet.

SKINNY
Idiot!

He shoves the boy into the wall hard enough to draw a yelp
of pain.

Tori jumps up from her beach towel nest, so small.

She charges Skinny.

TORI
You're a bully!

Jenna comes out of her daze enough to recognize the danger.

JENNA
Tori. Come here.

TORI
(to Jenna)
No. He's a bully and you have to
stand up to bullies!
(to Skinny)
You leave him alone right now!

Without warning, Skinny backhands her across the face.

She goes flying, lands in a heap, stunned by the impact.

Jenna jumps up, ready to go to Tori's rescue.

Jones grabs Jenna's hands, holds them behind her back.

JONES
Now now, we wouldn't want to
interfere with the captain's fun,
would we?

JENNA
God damn you, let me go.
(to Skinny)
Leave her alone!
 61.

She struggles but it's no use. Jones' muscles bulge.

Knowing it will cost him, Boy steps between Skinny and Tori.
BOY
No.

SKINNY
What you say to me, boy?

Boy squares his puny shoulders.

BOY
N..n..no. I said no. She's just a
little girl.

Skinny whips out his gutting knife, brandishes it.

From behind Jenna, Jones watches the drama unfold.

Entertained.

JONES
(re: Boy)
I think he found one he likes.

SKINNY
(to Boy)
You her white knight. That it?

Boy doesn't get the reference but he stands his ground.

Skinny holds one hand above his head, then, eyes locked on
the mutinous boy, slowly draws the blade across his palm.

Jenna stops struggling. Watches in horror as blood pours

down Skinny's arm to splash on the deck.

Eyes wide, Boy takes an involuntary step back.

Tori staggers to her feet.

His gaze still on Boy, Skinny steps to the side of the boat,
holds his fist over the rail. He squeezes his fist tight.
Blood drips into the sea.

UNDERWATER

Skinny's fist seen through refracted light.

A scarlet drop of blood splashes down. Joins the blue water.

 62.

ON BOARD

Everyone watches Skinny let more of his blood flow into the
sea. Confused and terrified by the craziness of it.

Except Jones. He grins the smile of an ancient Grecian at

the Gladiator Colosseum. He knows what's coming.

A few tense moments pass with nothing but the gentle sound
of water lapping against the hull.

Until an aggressive SPLASH breaks the quiet. Followed by

another. Something THUMPS against the boat.

Boy's eyes go wide. He knows what the sounds mean.

In two quick strides, Skinny is on him.

JENNA
No!

Skinny grabs the boy by the hair, drags him to the side of
the boat.

Boy struggles but is no match for the sea dog.

Skinny yanks Boy up by his belt, flips him headfirst into

the water, holds him by his ankles so he doesn't lose him.

UNDERWATER

Boy's face blurred by water. Terrified eyes.

He rips Tori's shark tooth from his neck.

ON BOARD

Tori bolts forward to help Boy.

Skinny lets go with one hand, holds up a warning finger:

Back off or I'll drop him.

Tori skids to a halt. Frozen. Helpless.

Still held tight in Jones' vicegrip, Jenna can only plead.

JENNA
Please! Stop. Let him up.

Skinny smiles for the first time, showing rotted teeth. He

lets Boy slip farther into the water.
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JENNA
You monst--
Boy raises himself high enough to SLASH the shark tooth
across Skinny's belly.

Skinny hollers but instead of letting Boy loose, wraps his

arms around Boy's legs for a better grip.

The necklace falls from Boy's hand to the deck unnoticed.

Skinny lowers Boy's upper body back into the water. Laughs
in anticipation.

Boy is yanked left, then right.

Wet screams of pain suddenly cut off.

But the fight's not over.

Skinny braces against the side of the boat.

Another yank pulls him off balance. He laughs again then

lets go of what's left of Boy's body.

With a cry of horror, Tori rushes forward as if she could

somehow save him.

Jones releases Jenna.

She bolts to Tori's side.

Jenna is about to dive in after Boy but slides to a stop

when she sees a SHARK FIN slip below the bloodstained
surface. Another fin slashes the water nearby. And another.

Unnoticed by anyone, Tori finds the shark tooth pendant,

turns it over in her hand, remembering her friend. She
reties the broken twine around her own neck.

Jenna spins to face Skinny, sees him sneering at her.

JENNA
He was a child!

She rushes Skinny, pounds him with her fists.

Quick as lightening, Skinny has her by the ponytail and the

boning knife under her chin.

Jenna stops fighting as the knife pierces her skin.

Her eyes find Jones.

 64.

JENNA
I'm not going to let you get away
this. I'm--
JONES
You still think you have some control
over this situation? How cute. Maybe
now that the game is over, I ought to
let old Skinny here go ahead and
teach you a thing or two about how
things work in the real world.

Skinny laughs. Spittle drips onto Jenna's face. Lowers the

knife to her cleavage.

Jenna screams as the knife slices lightly across her

clavicle, just enough to draw a line of blood.

JONES
(to Skinny)
Alright. Easy, Mate. Nobody wants
damaged merchandise.

Skinny stares Jones down, looks like he might finally rebel.

Jones smiles a half smile. A dare.

Finally, Skinny shoves Jenna away from him.

She falls to her knees, scraping the fuck out of her hands
on the splintered deck.

Without a wasted minute, Jenna grabs the only weapon at

hand: Tori's discarded life jacket. With a grunt of effort,
she slams it into Skinny's head.

Skinny yanks it out of her grip, smashes her against the

side of the head with her fist.

CUT TO BLACK

Darkness.

The creak of old wood. Something thumps. Thumps. Thumps.

TORI (O.S.)
(whispers)
Jenna?
 65.

INT. BELOW DECK - DAY

Dim, most of the space consumed by the sputtering engine.

The only light from a few high cracks in the wooden hull
reflects off the fuel pooled around the base of the motor.

A fishing buoy thumps against the wall as the boat speeds

across the water.

Jenna lays discarded in a heap across a coil of tow rope.

Unconscious but breathing. Battered but nothing permanent.
Nothing that will lower her market value.

A blubbering mess, Tori crawls to her.

TORI
Jenna? Oh please don't be dead.
Please wake up.

She sniffles. Works up the courage to check for a pulse.

Lets out a shaky yet relieved breath when she finds one.

TORI
OK. Ok... that's good. Jenna?

She wants to touch her but hesitates, afraid to hurt Jenna

further. She finally settles on moving a scrap of bloody
hair out of Jenna's face, tucking it behind an ear. Like her
own mother would do for her.

TORI
Jenna. It's time to wake up now.

No response.

TORI
Please. I... I'm really scared, OK? I
know I'm super smart and everyone
thinks I'm older but I'm just little.
I'm just little and I want to go
home.

Tears catch in her throat.

When she still gets no response from Jenna, Tori curls up

against her, tucking herself into Jenna's side. She pulls
Jenna's arm around her like a security blanket and cries.

Jenna moans.

Tori sits up. Hope shines on her tear stained cheeks.

Jenna's eyes flutter. Tori pats her hand.

 66.

Jenna groans again, gets her bearings, sits up.

She sees the swelling on Tori's cheek from the back of

Skinny's hand.

JENNA
You OK?

Tori looks away, ashamed.

TORI
I didn't mean what I said before.
About it being your fault. And of...
hating you.

Jenna takes her hand.

JENNA
The only ones at fault are those
monster up there.

Tori pales, her eyes well with fresh tears.

TORI
They killed that boy.

JENNA
Fuckers.

Tori tries one on for size.

TORI
Bastards.

She slaps a hand over her mouth.

JENNA
Assholes.

TORI
Sons of bitches.

Jenna grins despite their dire straits.

JENNA
Nice vocabulary.

Tori smiles back. They're in this together and they ain't

going down without a fight.

Tori helps Jenna stand.

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TORI
What's the plan, Aunt Jenna?
Jenna looks around. Their options are zilch.

JENNA
Fuck if I know.

Their moment of levity evaporates.

YACHTSMAN (O.S.)
Ahoy!

EXT. THE SEASTAR, ON DECK - CONTINUOUS

Jones stands alert, the gun at the ready but hidden from the
YACHTSMAN, 60s, waving to them from his luxury monstrosity a
hundred yards away.

YACHTSMAN
Catch anything?

BELOW DECK

JONES (O.S.)
Been a profitable day so far.

Jenna hesitates only for a second.

JENNA
Hey! Hello! We're down here!

TORI
Help! Help us!

ON DECK

The feminine lilt of their voices carry out across the water
to the Yachtsman.

YACHTSMAN
Everything OK over there?

Jones cocks the gun behind his back. Gives the Yachtsman his
best playboy smile.

JONES
Got ourselves a couple live ones, you
know what I mean?
 68.

He grinds his hips suggestively.

The Yachtsman looks like he wants to say something. Maybe do

something.

MORE YELLING.

The Yachtsman hears. Might do the right thing.

Jones stares him down. Almost daring him.

A couple of beats pass.

Jones reads the name painted on the side of the yacht.

JONES
Nice boat, you got there brother.
Cecelia?

The Yachtsman smiles proudly.

BELOW DECK

Tori turns to Jenna.

TORI
Why won't he help us?

JENNA
Help! Help us!!!

ON BOARD YACHT

The voices are barely audible. The Yachtsman's smile fades.

His hand wanders close to his radio mic.

Jones calls across to him.

JONES
Yes sir. Real nice. Ain't she a
beauty, Skinny?

Skinny doesn't even bother to grunt.

JONES
(to Yachtsman)
Sure would be a shame, something
happened to a nice boat like that.

The Yachtsman's hand freezes.

 69.

He looks from Skinny to Jones.

Two against one.

SEASTAR, BELOW DECK

Jenna scans around, catches sight of a section of pipe,

grabs it, rushes to the motor.

ON DECK

Jones watches the CELESTE sail away.

SKINNY
He gonna be a problem?

JONES
Nah. He's got his priorities
straight.

A muffled CLANG carries up from below.

JENNA (O.S.)
We're down here! Hey!

The clanging continues.

Skinny glares at Jones.

SKINNY
Bitch better not hurt my boat, Jones.

Jones moves to the hatch.

BELOW DECK

Jenna slams the pipe against the metal engine one more time.
Sparks fly. Land on the puddled fuel. IGNITE.

Jenna and Tori SCREAM, fall back.

Jones rushes down, winces back from the intense heat.

He hurries to try to put out the fire as it spreads to the

ancient wood of the hull.

Jenna grabs Tori by the hand, they hurry up the ladder...

 70.

ON DECK

...right into the speargun in Skinny's hands. His sneer

promises pain.

Tori screams. Boy's murder fresh in her mind, she freezes.

Jenna moves toward Skinny.

Skinny pulls the trigger.

The razor sharp arrowhead of the spear slices across the

muscle of Jenna's bicep on its way to lodge itself in the
wall behind her.

Jenna staggers in pain.

She slaps her other hand over the wound. Blood oozes between
her fingers.

Skinny works at loading another spear tip.

Jenna braces herself against the helm, ready for battle.

A small EXPLOSION from below rocks the boat.

Tori is thrown sideways, almost goes in the water.

Skinny stumbles, falls over the gunwale, hits the water.

BELOW WATER

From far below: Sunlight.

The side of the SEASTAR. Skinny dangles, thrashes.

We RUSH UPWARD.

ON DECK

Skinny manages to get a grip on the side of the listing

boat. Tries to pull himself up.

Jenna pounds his fingers with her fists.

Crying and yelling, Tori joins in.

Two women fighting for their lives.

 71.

BELOW DECK

Water surges in the newly blown hole in the hull.

Jones fights to keep from being sucked out.

ON DECK

Skinny gains purchase, starts to climb back on board.

Tori rushes to the second chum bucket, splashes herself and

the deck with gore as she drags it slipping and sliding on
the slanted deck back to Jenna.

Jenna grabs the bucket, throws bloody chum in Skinny's face.

He sputters, momentarily blinded.

Jenna smashes the steel pail into Skinny's nose.

Skinny flies backward.

A MASSIVE SHARK FIN, the biggest one yet, rises up out of

the water.

Sensing his impending doom, Skinny turns, sees the fin,

tries to get back to the boat.

The fin dips below the surface, disappears.

SKINNY
Help me!

Jenna and Tori just stare back, wide-eyed.

SKINNY
I will hurt you in ways you ne--

Anything more is choked off as he is YANKED under.

UNDER WATER

Skinny roles, fights, thrashes. Stabs at gray skin.

A flash of gills.

One black, lifeless eye. So close there's no room to

maneuver.
 72.

ON DECK

Jenna leans over the rail. Sees Skinny comes back up, blood
pouring from his mouth.

He reaches a hand as if Jenna might save him.

SKINNY
Please.

The shark raises up out of the water. Teeth - so many

teeth - rip another bite out of Skinny.

Jenna and Tori watch in horror as the shark tears him to

shreds. A bloody, violent death worthy of his sins.

Jenna pulls Tori away from the grisly scene.

Skinny's screams turn to gurgles that fade into

SILENCE.

Jenna's knees give out. She sinks to the deck.

Tori wraps her arms around Jenna.

The two share a moment of comfort.

Jenna realizes the boat now keels to one side and the back
end dips below the water's surface.

JENNA
Is the boat sinking?

TORI
We need help!

JENNA
The radio!

She pulls Tori to her feet.

TORI
They said it's broken.

JENNA
They said a lot of things.

They scramble their way to the helm.

Jenna snags the radio's mic, flips knobs and buttons with no
idea what she's doing.
 73.

JENNA
Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Static lets them know the radio lives.

TORI
Yes!

With a cry of relief, Jenna toggles the talk button.

JENNA
We need help!

TORI
Mayday!

JENNA
Mayday. Mayday! Help us please.

Nothing.

TORI
You have to let the button go when
you're done talking.

Jones' face appears in front of them as he emerges from the

hatch below the helm.

Jenna fumbles fumbles once more with the radio before Jones
can stop her.

JENNA
(into radio)
Anyone! Our boat is sinking! Mayday!

JONES
Go ahead. Our buyers would love to
know where we are. It shouldn't take
them long to get here.

Jenna drops the mic like it bit her. Glares at Jones through
the steering wheel.

Jones' shoulder is burned but otherwise his battle with the

fire hasn't given Jenna much of an advantage.

Jenna comes to a decision.

She starts to pull the radio off the wall.

Jones raises the PISTOL at her.

 74.

JONES
That would be a foolish thing to do,
Jennabug.
Tyler's nickname on his lips brings a snarl to Jenna's.

TORI
(to Jones)
Stop!

Jones pauses long enough to see Skinny's SPEAR GUN in Tori's

shaking hands. Despite her fear, she's able to keep the
business end trained on him.

TORI
I'll shoot. I will!

JONES
Careful now. That's an awful big
weapon for such a little girl.

TORI
Just go away!

JONES
I don't think so.

JENNA
You're outnumbered.

Jones snorts.

JONES
A woman and a kid? I like my odds.

Jenna looks at him like the scum that he is.

With a grunt of effort, she yanks the radio off the wall,
tearing it free from the wires.

JONES
You bi--

Jenna throws the radio overboard.

Jones tries to grab it but it hits the water.

JONES
You really are as stupid as I
thought. This boat is sinking in case
you hadn't noticed.

Jones swings himself up onto the upper deck with them.

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Jenna takes the spear gun from Tori, keeps it aimed at

Jones. Her hands don't shake.
Jones holds the gun. Jenna holds the spear.

A stand off.

JENNA
I'd rather take my chances with the
sharks then let you turn us over to
that life.

JONES
Oh, it ain't so bad. Free food. All
the drugs you could want.

JENNA
You're disgusting. What kind of man
are you?

JONES
At least I'm not the kind who lets
the woman he loves get on some random
boat with a couple of strangers.

TORI
Uncle Tyler's more of a man than
you'll ever be.

JONES
Too bad neither of you will ever see
him again.

The boat shifts, sinks a few more inches.

They're all in trouble and they know it.

JONES
There's a raft in the locker down
below. Probably didn't melt in your
little fire. You go down and get it.
The sand spit is just West. We can
wait for rescue there.

JENNA
You go down and get the raft.

JONES
And have you poke a hole in me with
that fish stick the minute I come
back up? I don't think so.

They stare at each other. The stand off continues.

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JENNA
Throw the pistol in the water and
I'll get rid of this thing.
JONES
And we'll all live happily ever
after?

Jones shakes his head: No deal.

JENNA
Stubborn asshole!

JONES
Stupid bitch.

Jenna weighs her options.

Eyes locked on the man, she hands Tori the spear gun.

TORI
I can't.

JENNA
It's the only choice. He blinks, pull
the trigger.

She turns to Jones.

JENNA
You hurt her, I'll sink the raft and
you along with it.

Jones makes a kissy face.

Jenna tries not to gag.

She slides down the tilting deck to the half-submerged

engine room hatch.

She gives Jones one more warning look, braces her nerve then
lowers herself into the water.

Her hand below the water out of sight, she pulls the spear
Skinny shot at her out of the wall, wades through the open
hatch into the...

INT. BOAT

Water pours in from behind her as Jenna wades through shin-

deep water to the engine room hatch in the floor.
 77.

She stares down into the darkness.

Something floats by.

Just a life jacket.

Jenna eases herself halfway down--

Something SPLASHES behind her.

She spins to see the SHARK JAW that had hung on the wall
slowly sink below the standing water.

JENNA
Get it together, girl.

She takes a deep breath and disappears into the dark maw.

INT. BELOW DECK - DAY

Dark. Wet.

The oily, flotsam littered water a shark-phobic's nightmare.

The angle of the sinking boat means the room is half filled
with water at one end and completely submerged on the other
where the hole in the hull is.

Jenna dogpaddles through floating debris to the shallower

end, searching for a locker.

She shoves an ice chest out of her way, then some fishing
buoys, dreading every movement through the dark water.

Working to keep her head out of the oily water, Jenna

reaches the far side and feels around beneath the surface.

UNDERWATER

Dark. Eerie. Nearly silent.

Jenna's hand pats around. Searching.

She finds the lid to the footlocker.

ENGINE ROOM

Jenna tries to pull the lid up. It's jammed.

She braces one bare foot against the wall, pulls.

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Her foot slips, slicing her toe open as she falls backward.

She slams against a cabinet built near the front hatch.

The door pops partially open.

The sinking boat shifts, sinks further.

Maybe the raft is in the cabinet?

Jenna works to pull the cabinet door open against the water
pressure.

THE DEAD BODY OF A TEEN GIRL, bound and gagged, falls out
onto Jenna.

Jenna screams.

The fishing spear falls from her hand.

The body pushes Jenna...

UNDERWATER

Trapped beneath the body, Jenna chokes. Drowning.

Jenna screams bubbles.

She shoves the body away from her.

Scrambles for the surface in terror.

ENGINE ROOM

Jenna gasps for air.

She struggles to regain some sense of composure.

She gently rolls the body face up, looks at the Dead Teen
with compassion. This could be her. This could be Tori.

Jenna grits her teeth. Not if she can help it!

Jenna realizes all the sloshing around has shifted the

water, forcing the boat even deeper. Only about a quarter of
the space has air.

The hatch out is now completely submerged and CLOSED.

Jenna shoves the body out of her way, dives below the oily
water, struggles for the hatch.
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Water froths as she pulls, bangs, but it's no use.

She comes back up, growling in frustration.

JENNA
Come on! Can't I get just one fucking
break?!?

The water rises around her.

Acutely aware that the small compartment will soon be out of

air, she sloshes across the spaces, grabs a dive mask off a
hook on the wall.

Her wet fingers fumble with the mask, can't get it to fit
right. It instantly fogs, blindfolding her.

She yanks the mask off, tearing her hair in the process. She
winces, rubs the fog away, puts it back on and pushes
through the water to the footlocker.

She ducks...

UNDERWATER

Holding her breath, Jenna battles the locker's lid.

It finally gives.

A wadded up, deflated yellow raft floats out.

Jenna breaches, grabs a lungful of air.

She dives back under. Drags the raft to the jagged hole
blown in the side of the hull.

She pauses, looks out at the vast water.

Visibility about twenty feet.

No sharks.

Jenna pushes away from the boat out into...

OPEN WATER

She kicks toward the surface.

The rope trailing behind the raft snags. Stops her halfway
to the surface.
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She turns back, sees:

TYLER'S BODY.
Pinned to the hull by a fishing spear through the shoulder.
His lower half, chewed away.

Jenna SCREAMS, loses what little air she has left.

She kicks for the surface forgetting the raft is stuck.

Yanked to a stop again.

Desperate for air. She looks back at her dead fiance. Floats
there a moment, overcome by grief.

It would be so easy to just...give...up.

Her need for air takes over but she's momentarily frozen in
indecision. Drop the raft and go for the surface? Or
Get back in the hull and try again?

She uses the rope to pull herself back to the relative

safety of the hull. Forces herself to turn away as she
passes her dead fiance.

INT. ENGINE ROOM

Jenna bursts from the water, gasping.

She catches her breath. Lays back. Allows herself a few

moments to grieve.

She lets her sorrow turn to anger. Sloshes around until she
finds the fishing spear she dropped.

Jenna spares one last look for the Dead Teen who stares back
as if daring her.

Jenna nods a silent promise.

She uses the razor sharp spearhead to slice the rope that
tethers the raft to the hull.

She tosses the severed rope aside. Vengeance drives her.

Panting like Tori in the swimming pool, she oxygenates her

blood, grips the spear head in her hand, holds the bundled
raft to her chest and sinks.
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UNDERWATER

Jenna swims through the hole in the hull. Stops.

She looks left, right. Careful to avoid sight of Tyler.

No shark.

She pulls the tag on the raft.

It inflates instantly, jettisons Jenna to the surface in a

shower of bubbles.

A SHARK darts across the stream of bubbles in Jenna's wake.

SURFACE

Her mask half full of water and foggy, Jenna swims the raft
to what is left of the SEASTAR.

Gasping for air, she reaches the side of the boat.

Jenna yanks her mask off, looks up to see:

Jones holds Tori by the throat, the gun to the girl's head.

Tears stream down Tori's face.

TORI
I'm sorry. I pulled the trigger but--

Jones tightens his grip to shut her up.

With one hand, Jenna keeps herself stuck to the submerged

deck, her lower half still in the shark infested water, the
other hand keeps the raft from drifting away.

JENNA
(to Jones)
You're one tough son of a bitch,
alright. Takes some kind of man to
hold a gun on a little kid.

She climbs out of the water, perched on the slanted deck.

The fishing spear gripped out of sight.

JONES
What you women can never seem to
accept is that there is a natural
order to things. The law of the
jungle.
(MORE)
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JONES (cont'd)
You call us monsters but is the
dolphin a monster for eating the
tuna? Fish eat fish.
TORI
Dolphins aren't fish.

Jones taps the gun barrel against her temple.

JONES
Someday that mouth of yours is going
to get you into trouble, Princess.

JENNA
Let her go. Let her go and you can
have me. I'll go with you, be
whatever you need me to be.

She tries to be seductive.

Jones laughs.

JONES
You ain't got nothing I want, honey.

He puts his nose against Tori's hair, takes a long sniff.

JENNA
Leave her alone!

JONES
It's called a food chain. At the top,
the apex hunters, the alpha male. And
at the bottom? Sweet, tender--

Jenna pounces! Tries to stab him with the spear as she

tackles him.

The gun goes off.

All three tumble into the...

WATER

Tori's head smacks the side of the boat. Knocks her out.
Without a lifejacket, she sinks.

Jones lands on his back in the water, loses hold of the gun.

Jenna swims, searches the water for Tori.

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UNDERWATER

Jones sees the gun sinking away from him. He reaches for it.
Out of the deep, a SHARK APPEARS.

Its jaws clamps down around Jones' outstretched arm, rips it

off at the shoulder.

Jones screams. Blood and bubbles surround him.

Jenna sees Tori sinking lifeless and kicks after her.

SURFACE

The surface of the water a pink froth of Jones' blood.

Jenna surfaces with Tori in her arms.

A SHARK FIN slices the water big enough and close enough to
block out the sun.

Jenna watches, frozen in terror as the fin approaches.

At the last second, the shark jerks away, followed by the

scythe-shaped tale. It's at least a fifteen footer.

Jenna shoves Tori's body onto the boat deck, tries to

Get
Out of
THE WATER!

She slips, goes under. Comes back up, ferocious.

Jenna gets her legs out of the water just as the SHARK
glides by underneath.

Tori coughs, clears her lungs of saltwater.

Jenna goes to her, helps her sit up.

Tori coughs some more, Jenna pats her back.

TORI
Guess I should've worn that
lifejacket, huh?

The two sit trying to catch their breath.

A moment of reprieve and then--

Jones' one remaining hand SLAMS onto the railing.

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Tori and Jenna scream.

Jones pulls his upper body up with sheer brute force.

Tori scrambles away, catches sight of the discarded spear.

Jones locks eyes on Jenna, his face becomes a mask of fury.

He is going to kill her.

Jenna sits back, kicks him in the face with her heel.

JENNA
What you men can never seem to
accept--

Kicks again.

JENNA
With your alpha male bullshit--

And kicks again. Jones' nose shatters. Blood sprays.

JENNA
Is that it's the female of every
species that's the most dangerous.

Tori ROARS, drives the SPEAR into Jones' shoulder.

Jenna mule kicks him with both feet and Jones flies back...

...into the waiting mouth of the SHARK.

Jones' scream is full of blood.

He fights but the shark ain't no helpless little girl.

Jenna and Tori scurry as far from the water as they can.

Jones is cut off mid scream as the shark drags its meal
underwater in a froth of bubbles.

The water goes still.

Quiet.

Almost peaceful.

Disconcerting after all the horror.

The boat is more than three-fourths submerged now.

Jenna and Tori keep their eyes trained on the spot where
Jones disappeared, as if he might somehow still be a threat.
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LATER

The air pocket in the hull shifts. The SEASTAR settles back
to a less severe angle but now only about 6 square feet of
prow sits above the water line.

Splayed on the deck like beached porpoises, Jenna shakes

Tori out of a daze.

Tori has the haunted look of a child of a war torn country.

She fights to respond. Remembers how to breathe.

JENNA
Come on.

She helps the exhausted child up the deck to the highest

point behind the captain's chair.

The two perch there. Worn out muscles quiver from fatigue
and dehydration.

They stare out at the vast blue around them. Stranded in a

desert of water.

TORI
I want to go home.

JENNA
Me too.

Jenna turns away.

Something in the water catches Jenna's eye. She perks up,

tries to get a clearer line of sight.

A rescue boat? Land?

There it is! A flash of yellow.

Careful not to slip into the drink, Jenna stands. Shields

her eyes against the late afternoon glare.

There! The raft. Fifty yards away.

Fifty yards of monster filled deep.

She looks around at their pitiful perch, the debris that

floats around them. The water that seems to rise by the
second.

A new determination comes over her.

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JENNA
Wait here.
TORI
What?

JENNA
I'm going to go get the raft.

TORI
In where? In the water? No!

The girl is close to a full blown panic.

Jenna gently pries Tori's fingers from her arm.

JENNA
You want to go home don't you?

TORI
I'll come with you!

Tori jumps up. The boat moans.

They freeze as the boat settles deeper in the water.

Tori wisely sinks back to a crouch, clutches at Jenna's bare

legs like a cranky toddler in Wal Mart.

TORI
You can't go in the water. It'll get
you. It'll get you and I'll be all
alone!

JENNA
It'll be OK. I'll be right back.

She barely believes it herself.

Jenna pries her leg free from Tori's talons. Scans the
water. Makes sure the raft isn't just an illusion.

She eases herself around the steering column box, reaches

for the thick rope tied to the bow, uses it to repel down
the slanted deck.

Tori watches, afraid to even blink.

Jenna stops just before her feet get wet to glance around
for any tell-tale fins.

No gray triangle disrupts the water's glassy surface.

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JENNA
You be my lookout. OK?
Tori nods, wide-eyed.

Jenna hesitates. Stares at the water. Clenches her fists.

JENNA
(to self)
OK. You have to do this. You don't do
it, we die. Of course. You might die
anyway, painfully ripped to shreds by
one of Tori's damn sharks.

She laughs, near hysteria.

JENNA
Let's go snorkeling, he said.

Jenna takes a deep breath, gives one little shake of her

head like she can't believe she's doing this.

JENNA
It'll be fun, he said.

And slips into the water.

Careful. Don't splash. Don't make even a ripple.

Jenna hisses as the salt water hits her many open wounds.

She grits her teeth, paddles a few feet away from the boat.

She turns to give Tori a thumbs up.

Tori taking her job very seriously, scans the water like a
seasoned sailor then returns the gesture.

Jenna swims painfully slow to the raft that seems to only

get further away.

UNDERWATER

Jenna seen from below.

More ripply shadow than human.

In this light, she could be mistaken for anything. A juicy,

easy to catch mackerel perhaps.

The blood from her spearhead wound trails behind her in a

thin stream.
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SURFACE

Arms like lead, Jenna battles the current.

She glances back. The SEASTAR is a ways back now.

Tori waves in encouragement and gives another thumbs up.

Jenna pushes on, driven.

At last she reaches the raft.

Breathing hard, she hangs onto the side for a few moments,
too weak to pull herself up out of the water.

UNDERWATER

From below. The silhouette of the raft.

Jenna's legs dangled like bait.

SURFACE

Exhausted, Jenna struggles to climb over the slick rubber.

Her muscles give out and she falls back in with a SPLASH.

She punches the side of the raft.

JENNA
Get out of the fucking water, Jenna.
Right. Fucking. Now!

A small wave SLAPS the other side of the raft, startles her
into action.

With several big kicks that send water every direction,

Jenna manages to pull herself into the raft.

She flops face down, panting.

Finally, she rolls over, loses herself in the blue sky for a
few beats.

A seagull soars overhead. Hovers above her, watching with

animal curiosity.

Jenna turns her head. Sees Tyler laying beside her, a big
goofy smile on his face.
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INT. HOTEL ROOM - FLASHBACK

In bed, Jenna and Tyler lay facing each other. Their noses
nearly touching. They stare into each others eyes the way
that lovers do post-coital.

TYLER
(fake English accent)
Are you well and truly fucked,
m'lady?

An ocean breeze blows through the gossamer drapes of their

suite. A sea gull cries outside.

EXT. RAFT - DAY

The gull overhead calls for its mate.

JENNA
(to Tyler)
Yes. Well and truly fucked, my love.

She forces herself to sit up.

Tori on her depleting chunk of boat is nearly a hundred

yards away now. Tiny. Alone.

Tori waves hear arms. Do you see me? Are you OK?

Jenna doesn't return the gesture.

For the briefest of moments it might be that Jenna will save

only herself.

JENNA
Well and truly.

She looks around the raft.

JENNA
Where are the oars?

She looks around again as if they might be somehow hidden in

the folds of rubber.

JENNA
Where are the fucking oars!

She roars this to a God who doesn't answer.

Jenna drops to her knees. To pray? No.

 90.

She lays on her belly, doesn't even hesitate. Plunges her

arms in the water. Paddles.

UNDERWATER

The raft's silhouette.

Jenna's arms splashing in and out of the water.

We RUSH UPWARD straight for the...

RAFT

The raft is SLAMMED from below.

Jenna yelps. Pulls her arms in. Holds herself taunt, afraid
to draw attention to herself with the slightest movement.

Her heart beats so hard her pulse is visible in her throat.

Jenna waits for an attack.

It never comes.

She rolls slowly back on her belly.

She eases her arms back into the water. Pulls herself inch
by agonizing inch back to Tori.

Jenna reaches for a rope that drifts out from the boat like
a water snake.

Pulls herself hand over hand the rest of the way.

TORI
You did it!

A swell shoves the raft against the boat, scraping over a

cleat. Neither of them notice the SMALL TEAR the cleat
leaves in the rubber.

Jenna reaches up to Tori.

Tori bravely lets go of the railing that holds her in place

and skids down the deck into Jenna's arms.

Jenna settles the girl behind her.

With her last bit of strength and a grunt of effort, Jenna

pries up a plank of decking to use as a paddle.
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Ignoring the splinters the board gives her, Jenna shoves

them away from the boat.
With a horrible hissing sound, the boat yanks free of the
cleat. The raft begins to deflate. The hard rubber turns
squishy, folding in on them.

JENNA
No!

The raft collapses around them, trapping them.

Jenna flops to Tori, pulls the girl free, throws her back
toward the SEASTAR.

Tori lands in the water with a splash, kicks and claws her
way to the deck.

Jenna rolls out of the raft, into the water, swims hard to
the relative safety of their sunken boat.

SOMETHING grabs the raft from below, pulls it half under.

Jenna shoves Tori the rest of the way up out of the water.

JENNA
Go!

TORI
Get out of the water!

Jenna skids and slips, frantic to be safe.

They scurry back to their perch to watch in horror.

Like a dead rabbit in the mouth of a coyote, the raft is

yanked one way then the other by an unseen force until there
is nothing left but shreds.

The two survivors shiver in each other's arms.

Everything grows quiet.

Time drifts.

The gentle slap, slap of water lapping up the deck toward

them lulls Jenna and Tori into a half doze.

Jenna nods out.

Tori curled against her shivers with shock and exposure.

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LATER

The lap of rising water as it splashes across her feet wakes

Jenna. Barely.

She tries to fight sleep but fatigue drowns her.

The water rises higher still.

It isn't until the water reaches her ankles that Jenna is

able to shake herself alert.

She looks around for an escape but there isn't anywhere to

go. They are out of time.

JENNA
Tori. Wake up.

Tori's eyes are open but she doesn't respond. Jenna gently
shakes her.

JENNA
Wake up, honey. Come on.

She pats Tori's cheeks, shakes her a little harder.

JENNA
I need your help. You're the
sharkologist. Tell me how we get out
of here.

Tori comes to. The water licks her toes. She screams, climbs
behind Jenna like a frightened cat.

JENNA
Shh. Shh. It's ok. Look, we're safe
right here. Okay?

Tori whimpers.

JENNA
Sharks and people swim in the ocean
all the time. But there aren't that
many shark attacks, right?

Tori shakes her head.

TORI
Only about s..s..seventy a year. In
the... in the whole world.

JENNA
OK. Great. OK.
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Fatigue and adrenaline poisoning have turned her brain to

mush. Forming sentences, no easy feat.
JENNA
All the thousands of people in the
water every day, why aren't there
more attacks?

Trauma claws at Tori's mind. She starts to drift.

JENNA
Tori! Look at me. Why are there so
few shark attacks?

She shakes her. Gentle but firm.

Tori blinks. Comes back to the moment.

TORI
Sharks don't like humans. We're
not... we're not their preferred
prey. If they attack, it's cuz they
think we're food. Like a hurt sea
lion or a fish.

JENNA
Right. So. If we don't look like
injured fish. If we don't act like
sea lions. We should be OK?

Tori's head lulls as she starts to check out again.

JENNA
How do we do that? Come on, Tori. I
can't do this without you.

TORI
Um. We... we stay together. We stay
together and don't splash. Or bleed.

Tori's eyes dart to Jenna's wound. Puffy, angry red, and

still oozing blood.

Jenna points to her purse and its contents floating among

the other debris.

JENNA
Good thing I brought bandaids.

This hits her hard. All that planning, all her control,
useless when it comes down to it. She brushes a fist against
the tears on her cheek.
 94.

Tori slips off her board shorts, leaving her in just her
bathing suit. She tears the shorts into longer strips.
With fingers made clumsy by adrenaline, Tori manages to tie
a messy bandage around Jenna's arm.

JENNA
Pull it tight.

Tori obliges. Jenna winces.

JENNA
Jones said the sandbar was just west
of us. Close enough to use the raft.

TORI
But we don't have a raft.

JENNA
We have to swim.

Tori shakes her head more vehemently.

Jenna gets stern with her.

JENNA
We have to swim. Swim or die.

TORI
What if it's too far? We can't make
it. We don't even know where it is.

JENNA
We can make it. I know we can. I
might not be as smart as you, but I
know which way is west.

Tori starts to cry.

Jenna grasps the child's face in both her hands.

JENNA
Tori. Look at me. We have to swim.
Together. Like you said.

TORI
I can't.

JENNA
You can. You can and you will. We
will. Together. OK?
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Tori freaks. She pummels Jenna with her tiny fists, venting
all her terror, all her helpless frustration.
Jenna lets her.

Finally Tori sags against Jenna, spent.

A huge bubble escapes the hull.

The boat sinks out from under them.

Tori screams, clings to Jenna as they tread water.

A swell splashes saltwater in her face. She chokes a little.

Jenna pries Tori's death grip from around her neck.

JENNA
I'm right here with you.

Jenna strokes her head, soothes her as best she can.

Tori calms.

JENNA
Your mom told me you're such a good
swimmer, you're practically a
dolphin.

Tori's eyes fill at the mention of her mother.

JENNA
And a very smart, brave, young lady
once told me that sharks are afraid
of dolphins.

She holds Tori tight against her as a swell lifts them high.

TORI
I am pretty smart.

JENNA
And brave.

TORI
And brave.

The wave drops them back down.

JENNA
Ready?

Tori gives a barely perceptible nod.

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Jenna points toward the setting sun.

They swim west.

BELOW WATER

Sunlight streams through the blue, streaks of azure.

Jenna and Tori nothing more than dark silhouettes. Careful

not to make a splash.

Blood from their many wounds trickles in their wake.

OPEN WATER

A big swell lifts them high.

Jenna catches sight of a speck of sand in the distance. She

almost misses it. Can't believe her eyes.

She points it out to Tori but the swell sinks, obscuring

their view.

Jenna wipes salt water out of her eyes, calls to Tori.

JENNA
I saw it. The island.

Tori gives a brave nod.

They swim.

Something cuts the water near Jenna's hip.

She spins around to look.

Nothing.

They swim on.

Jenna loses her bearings. It all looks the same. Blue on

blue on blue.

She looks in all directions. Where is it?!?

Tori stops swimming. Realizes they've gotten separated.

Swims back to Jenna.

The two tread water. Barely strong enough to keep their

heads up.
 97.

JENNA
Which way? I can't see it.
Too tired to answer, Tori just stares back.

Suddenly, she points at the sky.

A seagull.

Without explanation, Tori swims after the bird.

JENNA
A bird? What--

A dark fin slices through the water at the corner of her

vision.

JENNA
Swim Tori! Swim!

She paddles after the girl.

The enormous fin sinks away like a diving submarine.

A swell lifts Jenna high enough that she catches sight of

the island once more. Closer than she had hoped.

It is nothing more than a bare strip of sand surrounded by

breaker reef. But it is dry land!

She gestures to Tori, steers her the right direction.

If they can just make it past the breaker, they'll be safe.

But the fin breaks the surface between them and the island,
cutting them off.

Jenna gasps, grabs Tori's arm to stop her.

Tori looks at her confused.

Jenna points to another fin that glides across the surface

then disappears. There are at least half a dozen dipping in
and out of the water.

Inexplicably, Tori grins and swims straight for the sharks!

JENNA
Tori! No!

But the girl is fast. Faster than Jenna could ever dream of
being. She is born to the water.
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Jenna loses sight of her.

JENNA
Tori!

Jenna dives...

BELOW

She strains to see without a mask.

A gray body streaks past her.

She screams bubbles!

Comes up choking, catches her breath then tries again.

Through the murky sunlit water, Jenna can just make out...

Dolphins! A whole pod of them!

Jenna swims toward them.

Behind her... something stalks toward her.

Just in time, Jenna senses the danger. She rolls to face the
attack. Sees the vast jaws of a MAKO SHARK wide open...
coming for her...

BAM! A dolphin jabs the shark with it's bottlenose.

Jenna screams. Bubbles everywhere obscure the view.

The shark is hit again.

Finally, with a catlike flip of its tail, the shark retreats

into the dark water.

Jenna kicks for the...

SURFACE

Jenna cries tears of relief and shock.

But where's Tori?

She scans the water but there is no sign of the child.

JENNA
Tori!
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Tired. So tired. She sinks. Sputters. Struggles to keep her

head up.
JENNA
TORI!?!

No answer.

She swims until her feet touch white sand.

EXT. SAND SPIT - DAY

A strip of sand half the length of a football field.

It would be postcard perfect if Jenna weren't bloody,

sunburnned and traumatized as she stumbles out of the water
onto the shore.

She lays flat out, face down, muscles trembling.

Tori!

Jenna struggles to stand. Her head swims. She can't see.

A dark shadow swims through the opening in the reef toward

her. Tori?

No... only a juvenile dolphin that cavorts in the water.

Jenna's knees give out.

JENNA
Nooo...

She flops onto the sand. Spent and alone.

JENNA
NOOOOO!

She rails at the injustice of it all.

Her vision clears. The shadow isn't a dolphin. Jenna

realizes it's Tori and launches to her feet.

Tori crawls out of the water. Jenna rushes to her.

They embrace.

Two survivors, safe at last.

JENNA
I knew you could do it.
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Tori leans in. Jenna holds her tight, aches with wanting to
give her more but comfort is all she has to offer.
They shiver. Dehydrated. Hypothermic. Exhausted.

The sun sinks low turning the water first to rainbow

reflections, then to molten silver and finally...

EXT. SANDSPIT - NIGHT

Nighttime turns the water black.

Another time, the moonlight on the water might be beautiful.

Instead, it is only ominous.

Jenna and Tori lay motionless.

Hundreds of crabs make their way out of the black water,

across the sand.

One stops to inspect the humans. Snaps its claws a couple of

times then continues on its migration.

EXT. SANDSPIT - DAY

Face in the sand, Tori tucked beneath her chin, Jenna pries
open eyes sticky with grit.

She almost smiles to see Tyler laying beside her. They might
be back in the hotel room.

TYLER
Hey there, Jennabug.

JENNA
I don't know if I can do this, Ty.

TYLER
You're gonna have a great story to
tell the grand kids someday.

Jenna's eyes fill with tears.

JENNA
You would have made a great dad.

Tyler stares at her with eyes full of love. Fades away.

Becomes...

A crab stares back at Jenna. It scurries away into the surf.

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Reality crashes down around her.

Hot sun. Parched throat. No hope.

She pulls herself away from Tori. Sits up. Winces at the
many aches her body feels.

She pulls the makeshift bandage off her arm. Pus and scabs
come with it but Jenna doesn't seem to care.

JENNA
That's gonna leave a scar.

Gallows humor. She tosses the putrid bandage away.

She swallows. So thirsty.

Jenna sees of a plastic bottle bobbing near the opening in

the reef. Manna from heaven.

She watches it a few beats. Is it worth it? The longer she

watches it, the thirstier she gets.

She pushes to her feet. Looks down at Tori.

Jenna staggers into the water. Shark? What shark? Fuck the
shark. She wades out to the plastic bottle..

She stands on tip toe. Reaches... Reaches... Success!

She grasps the bottle. Only about two inches full. Salt
water or fresh?

Her back to the reef, she wades back to safety. She stops in
the shallow, holds the bottle to her lips. Tests the water.

She closes her eyes as the sweet, drinkable water touches

her tongue. Somehow manages to save most of it for Tori.

A sound slowly pushes its way into Jenna's consciousness.

She blinks, tries to focus. A boat?

Jenna turns,can't quite believe what she sees.

A fishing boat, bigger than the SEASTAR, just outside the

breakwater. A FISHERMAN, 30s, at the helm.

Jenna waves.

JENNA
Please! Please help!
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It comes out as not much more than a squeak. She waves both
arms high over head. The Fisherman waves back.
Jenna splashes like a madwoman back to Tori.

JENNA
Tori. Get up, Tori.

In bad shape, Tori can barely pry her eyes open.

Jenna drags her to her feet, points out the boat.

JENNA
Look! We're safe. We're safe!

Tori finally gets it. Hanging on to each other for support,

they wave again to the Fisherman.

TORI
Help!

JENNA
We need help!

The Fisherman nods understanding. He guides the boat through

the break in the reef, as close as he can to the sandbar
while Jenna helps Tori drink from the salvaged bottle.

UNDERWATER

White sand. Turquoise water.

Jenna's long limbs.

Tori treading like a dog.

Two battered bodies silhouetted against the surface.

SURFACE

Jenna reaches the side of the boat, looks up to see the

Fisherman peering down at them.

He reaches for Tori. Jenna hands the girl up to him.

Pulled on board, Tori disappears from Jenna's sight leaving

Jenna alone. In the water. With a putrid wound.

Jenna fights to climb the ladder with her injured arm. No

one offers help. She slips, plunges beneath the surface,
comes up sputtering.
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UNDERWATER

Jenna's legs kick frantically. She splashes, flails about as

she struggles to get her foot on the ladder.

Injured fish indeed.

SURFACE

Jenna grits her teeth, grasps the slick metal of the ladder
with both hands.

The vast ocean stretches out around her.

Finally she...

EXT. FISHING BOAT - DAY

...pulls herself on board.

Jenna freezes. Something feels... off. She's just being

paranoid. She looks around. Just a fishing boat and its
unarmed captain.

From the bridge, the radio crackles.

A working radio. Yes!

Tori rushes into her arms. Too relieved to do much more,

they sob against each other for a few moments.

The Fisherman gets behind the wheel, puts the boat in gear.

Tori smiles at Jenna.

TORI
Can we go home now?

JENNA
Hell yeah.

Their tears turn to laughter as they allow themselves a

moment of celebration.

Jenna looks over to share the moment with Fisherman but he's
focused on the horizon as he maneuvers the boat back through
the reef back into deep water.

Jenna helps Tori to the bench built into the back of the
boat. All smiles and tears, neither of them notice the
complete lack of fishing gear on board.
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They collapse onto the bench, watch the sand spit sink into
the distance and enjoy the feel of the cool sea breeze.
Safe at last.

EXT. OCEAN - DAY

A beautiful day for a sail. The fishing boat putters into

the setting sun like a cowboy at the end of a Western.

EXT. FISHING BOAT - DAY

All is well.

At the helm, the Fisherman says something into the radio mic
as he steers the boat. Re-hangs the mic, glances back at
Jenna and Tori huddled together on the

BENCH

Weak and worn, their voices cracking from fatigue, the girls
lean into each other for support.

TORI
I'm sorry. For what I said before. I
don't hate you.

JENNA
I can see why you were his favorite
person.

They fight tears of mutual grief.

TORI
Can I still call you my Aunt?

JENNA
I'd like that very much. He'd be so
proud of you, you know?

Tori's eyelids flutter.

Worry hits Jenna like a punch to the gut.

JENNA
Tor? What's wrong?

TORI
So thirsty.
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JENNA
Easy. Hang on.
(to Fisherman)
We need water. Please.

The Fisherman doesn't hear her.

Jenna pushes to her feet.

JENNA
Hey. Hello?

Still no response.

JENNA
(to Tori)
I'll get you something. Just hang on.

Jenna stumbles toward the helm.

Exhausted, Tori leans back. Squints at the sun in her eyes.

Her head lulls and she finally gives into fatigue.

Tori's bloodshot eyes suddenly pop open. Something's not

right! She tries to focus, tries to remember.

TORI
No.

But it's nothing more than a squeak past her parched throat.
She struggles to get the words out.

TORI
The... sun.

Jenna can't hear Tori over the motor. She tries again to get
the Fisherman's attention.

JENNA
My niece. She needs water.

All business, the Fisherman just keeps his eyes on the

horizon. Is he ignoring her?

Not much better off than Tori, Jenna leans against the boat
for support, chest heaving.

She sees a battered ice chest, staggers to it.

Tori tries to get up. Must find Jenna. Must warn her!

But it's no use. Tori's eyelids flutter again and she

collapses to the deck unconscious.
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Unaware of Tori's distress, Jenna kneels to open the cooler.

Confused to find nothing but a tangled handful of dirty

BATHING SUITS. All women's.

Jenna digs through, discovers a stash of IDs and PASSPORTS.

What the??--.

A shadow looms over her.

FISHERMAN
Too bad about the Seastar.

Jenna freezes.

FISHERMAN
Skinny was a good captain.

Fuck.

Jenna glances past him at Tori, winces to see her

unconscious and vulnerable.

Jenna rises slowly, braces for a fight despite the odds.

She grips the cooler lid, swings it at his face with what
little strength she has left.

He swats it away like a fly.

It's no fight at all. She's half dead from her ordeal. He's
twice her size.

The Fisherman lunges for her.

With adrenaline fueling Jenna's muscles, she ducks away,

charges for the helm and the radio.

JENNA
Tori! Run!

No response from the unconscious girl.

FISHERMAN
Why you gotta make this hard on
yourself? You ain't got nowhere to
run, sweetheart.

Jenna flings a coil of rope at him.

He tangles in it just enough to give Jenna time to scramble

up the ladder to the radio.
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The Fisherman throws the rope off of himself with a snarl.

JENNA
(into mic)
May day! May day! We need help!

Static.

JENNA
(into mic)
For the love of god, please! I have a
little girl--

The Fisherman pulls himself up to the bridge.

COASTGUARD
(on radio, in Spanish)
This is the Coastguard. What is
your --

More static.

Jenna sees a small fire extinguisher strapped under the

steering wheel. Yanks it free, spins just as the Fisherman
is on her.

Metal tank meets flesh and bone with a sickening crunch as

Jenna smashes it into the side of his face.

A bruise blooms on the Fisherman's cheek. But no blood.

His eyes flare with revenge.

Jenna cocks back for another swing but the Fisherman

backhands her and she flies off the bridge to land on the
main deck below.

The fall knocks the wind out of Jenna. She gasps for air.
Staggers to her feet intent on getting to Tori.

The Fisherman stalks down the ladder after her.

JENNA
Tori...Get off...the boat.

In a flash, the Fisherman has Jenna face down on the filthy

deck, trapped between his legs.

JENNA
No!

He puts his face close enough to kiss her cheek. Whispers

almost like a lover.
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FISHERMAN
Nothing personal, sweetheart. I got
kids to feed.
Jenna goes limp. She's got nothing left.

The Fisherman pulls a zip-tie from his pocket. Uses it to

shackle her wrists behind her back.

Her face pressed to the deck, Jenna sees between the planks
into the dark hold below.

Are those...people?

Before she can get a clear picture, the Fisherman yanks her
up, throws her near the still unconscious Tori.

Jenna grunts as her head smacks the wooden planks. She moans
in pain and frustration.

The Fisherman considers Tori. Tie her up? Just a kid. No

threat. His eyes travel over her, calculating her value.

He grins at his bounty and heads back to the helm.

Tori opens her eyes just a crack, makes sure he's gone.
Maybe just a kid, but a smart one.

The Fisherman opens a locked metal case the size of a lunch

box, brings out...

A vial and hypodermic needle.

While he fills the syringe, Tori unties the shark tooth from
around her neck.

TORI
(whispers to Jenna)
Roll this way.

Jenna manages to hide her surprise, eases closer.

Tori saws at Jenna's shackles with the shark tooth.

Jenna glances at the Fisherman, watches as he tests the

hypo, relocks the box and stalks back toward them.

Jenna keeps her hands behind her back, limp and helpless.
Tori apparently still unconscious on the bench.

The Fisherman brings the needle toward Jenna.

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Jenna backhands him, slicing his cheek open with her

engagement ring.
The Fisherman stumbles back. The hypo flies out of his hand.

He touches the wound on his cheek, looks at his fingers,

shocked to see blood.

Jenna crawls toward the needle, their only chance.

The Fisherman shakes his head. These silly women. Why do

they even try? He grabs her ankle.

Jenna's fingers claw at the deck as he pulls her toward him.

Tori charges, catching the Fisherman off guard and kicks him
in the balls with a primal roar.

The Fisherman doubles over in agony.

FISHERMAN
You little bitch!

Jenna jumps up, lunges at him, jabs the hypo into his
throat. He claws at the needle, gagging.

Panting, Jenna catches sight of something out in the water

JENNA
(to Fisherman)
Nothing personal, Asshole. I got
sharks to feed.

And together, Jenna and Tori shove with every last bit of
strength they possess.

The Fisherman flies back, lands with a huge splash.

Jenna and Tori rush to look over the side.

The Fisherman comes up with hatred in his eyes. He starts

back for the boat intent on retribution. The drugs hit his
blood stream, slow his movements but he's still coming.

Jenna glances around the boat for a weapon, something.

Anything.

She grabs the shark tooth still clutched in Tori's fist.

Uses it to reopen the wound on her arm, drawing blood.

Not enough. She groans, digs deeper into her own flesh. The
trickle becomes a river.
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Jenna leans over, lets the blood join the sea.

The Fisherman fights the drugs, refuses to give up.

Jenna scans the water.

JENNA
Come on. Come on!

Finally, as if heeding her call, a steel gray triangle rises

up behind the Fisherman.

The SHARK raises its head above the water fully visible in
all it's horrific glory. For a moment it seems to lock eyes
with Jenna.

Jenna returns the gaze.

The shark's eyes roll back in its head as its razor-filled

mouth opens wide.

Jenna pulls Tori away from this last horror.

They sink to the deck. Jenna covers Tori's ears with her
hands stares into her eyes: I'm right here.

The Fisherman gurgles a bloody scream. There's a moment of

violent thrashing followed by...

Silence.

Jenna closes her eyes, unable to believe they're safe.

TORI
Is it over?

Jenna nods.

They help each other to their feet, hobble toward the helm.

TORI
"Sharks to feed?"

Jenna snickers. Tori manages an exhausted chuckle.

A SOUND stops them.

Was that... CRYING?

INT. FISHING BOAT, BELOW DECK - DAY

Darkness. The hatch opens, sunlight streams in, reveals:

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Half a dozen terrified YOUNG WOMEN, 13-25, wincing at the

sudden brightness.

EXT. FISHING BOAT - DAY

The Young Women, the MISSING TEEN from the poster in the
opening scene among them, huddle together in the sunlight.

Some cry in relief, others are too traumatized to do

anything but stare into the blue.

Jenna behind the wheel, Tori tucked in at her side.

Jenna looks down at Tori, gives a little shudder of relief:

We made it.

JENNA
You still want to be a shark
biologist?

TORI
Shark-ologist.

She smiles a tiny bit before the haunting shadows her eyes.

TORI
Sharks aren't so scary.

Jenna pulls her in tight.

As they sail away, Jenna strains her eyes for any sign of
the SEASTAR but she's gone.

The ocean is a picture perfect vacationer's paradise.

As if the nightmare never occurred.

EXT. OCEAN - CONTINUOUS

The fishing boat sails toward home.

The name painted on her stern comes into view: The Dolphin

More than 600,000 humans are

"trafficked" every year.

Half of them are children.

The average price paid is just $90.

(MORE)
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Most are never heard from again.

FADE OUT.