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[foreboding music playing]
[water moving quietly]
[bell ringing]
[water splashing]
[straining]
[high-pitched squeal]
[heartbeat thudding]
[beeping]
[radio noise in background]
[beeping]
[thudding]
[crashing]
[electrical buzzing]
MARC: Hey, what are you do--
[thudding]
[grunting]
[music playing]
[monkeys shrieking]
[engine rumbling quietly]
[grunting]
[crying out]
[laughing]
What, are you crazy?
Why are you doing this, chief?
[screaming]
[water splashing]
[laughing continues]
[menacing music playing]
Where are you going, little fish?
Ha!
You can't swim faster than them!
[panicked breathing]
[muffled screaming]
PETER [ON ANSWERINGMACHINE]: Professor McKray,
it's Peter Jacquari I finished grading
your finals for Marine Bio 251.
Do you want to review them, orshould I just post the grades?
Let me know.
Bye.
JIM [ON ANSWERING MACHINE]:Yeah, Steven, Jim Bookman here.
Listen, it's all set for Freeport.
I'll see you in-- [beeping]
MARC [ON ANSWERING MACHINE]:Steven, it's Marc Desantis.
I know we haven't talked in a while,
but I really need your help.
I'm still over here inAfrica with Miles Craven,
and I've got a hell of a problem.
I can't get into it now, butI'll send you an email tonight.
Let me know what you think.
[clicking]
[beeping]
[disconnected tone]
AUTOMATED WOMAN [ON PHONE]:The number you have reached
is not in service at this time.
[clicking]
Holy cow.
This is big, Jim.
You've already committedto Freeport for a summer.
STEVEN: Yeah.
This is bigger than Freeport.
JIM: What about your dissertation?
You can't keep putting it off.
STEVEN: Freeport's not going anywhere.
And my dissertation can wait.
[jim grunting]
[WHISPERING] Oh, Jesus.
STEVEN: 12 confirmed sharkattacks in three months.
Steven.
Three months.
That's more than Australia'shad in five years.
Sharks don't behave that way.
We don't have the money to send a team.
I'll go alone.
I can stay with Marc Desantis.
He still working with Miles Craven?
Yeah.
I don't know.
STEVEN: Tell the board it'll be great publicity
for the university.
I'll get it published in all the major journals.
Well, who said publish or perish?
JIM: We talking "Journal of Marine Biology"?
Guaranteed.
All right.
Go.
God knows where I'll find the money.
Great. You won't regret this.
I probably will.
[intense music playing]
[thudding]
[squelching]
Oh, good morning Mr. Blacktip.
[knife sawing]
Let's see how your liver is today.
[sniffing]
Whoo.
Tanka, a little help, please.
Thank you.
Aah.
[knife clanks]
OK.
Let's see here.
Ah, my god.
Oh, my.
Tanka, call the police.
Yes, Dr. Craven.
[waves crashing]
[upbeat music playing]
[engine rumbling]
JAN: If there are no fish tocatch, I cannot sell fish.
LAWRENCE: You don't have my money.
JAN: You've just got togive me some more time, man!
LAWRENCE: Jan, I've beencarrying you for six months
now.My credit is [inaudible].
I'm sorry.
Now, get your personal stuff off.
Hey.
Hello.
Welcome to Port Amanzi.
I'm Lawrence Rhodes.
I own the hotel.
Hi, I'm, uh--
Steven McKray.
Yes, I got your fax.
Marine biologist, eh?
Well, Dr. Craven can certainly use your help.
Oh, you know Miles?
Quite well.
Actually, my wife wasinstrumental in convincing
him to establish a center here in the first place.
So how come they're not out fishing?
Well, it's the damn sharks.
Been going on for months now, screwing up
the economy of the whole town.
Everyone is struggling.
STEVEN: Looks like thetown's been hit pretty hard.
Took our touristbusiness straight to hell.
We've been forced to foreclose on several properties.
I thought you said you own the hotel.
I do.
I'm a financier of sorts.
Unfortunately, now with abunch of boarded-up shops.
Where the hell is that damn driver?
[tires squealing]
[music blaring]
[screeching]
Hello. Sorry I'm late.
As usual.
This is Manny.
He'll take care of you.
Well, good luck.
We're all behind you.
Thank you, Mr. Rhodes.
[WHISPERING] Come on.
First class service, huh?
Only the best.
OK, to the hotel?
No.
I need to make a stop first.
No problem.
As long as it's on the meter, I'm happy.
The Marine Research Center.
Great.
[tires squealing]
You know, I'm not in that much of a hurry.
No problem.
STEVEN: How long has the fishing been bad?
I haven't been out in three months.
Now, I have to earn a living,or else I must sell my boat.
So I drive a taxi.
And you?
I'm visiting some old friends.
And studying the shark attacks.
Oh, is it?
Just what we need, another scientist.
Why do you say that?
Nothing but trouble.
Ever since they opened that research
center, nothing but trouble.
The fishermen, they blame thescientists for the poor fishing
and for the shark attacks.
It is a bad situation for everyone.
And what do you think?
Me?
I just want to fish.
[screeching]
[door slamming]
[ominous music playing]
[buzzing]
What the hell are you doing here?
I rang the bell.
You're trespassing.
I'm looking for Marc Desantis.
I'm a friend of Dr. Craven's.
Why didn't you say so?
Don't remember you asking.
MR. HACKER: Come on.
MILES: Steven McKray-- oris it Dr. McKray, finally?
No, I still haven't been ableto finish up that dissertation
yet, Miles.
Well, just keep plugging away.
You'll get it.
STEVEN: You know I will.
So what do you think?
Pretty impressive.
Quite a change from the university
labs, don't you think?
Yeah.
Well, we get by.
Yes, Steven, you always get by.
It's a shame you didn't makeit in time for the services.
Corine has been taking it quite hard.
Corine?
What's she doing in Africa?
MILES: Oh. I'm sorry.
You didn't know?
Know what?
Where's Marc?
Marc's dead, Steven.
What?
No.
How did it, uh--
Well, I found what remained of him
in the stomach of a blacktip.
And what happened?
I don't know, for sure.
He finished work, went to his boat.
I assume he went diving, got attacked
by a more aggressive species--
a mako or a tiger.
I think the blacktip smelledthe blood and came running.
Jesus, Miles-- Marc.
[striking match]
I'm sorry.
I know you two were close.
I don't--
I don't understand these attacks.
I've never heard of anything like this.
Well, we have been experiencing
some severe red tides lately.
The fish have all died.
The food supply is depleted.
The sharks are literallygoing right up to the beach
in search for food.
In situations like this, attacks are inevitable.
Fishermen are blaming you.
Oh, please.
[laughing weakly]
Yes, of course they're blaming--
they blame me for everything.
They've been nothing but a pain in the ass to me.
Three break-ins, vandalism.
They even stole some of my equipment.
MR. HACKER: Dr. Craven, sorry to disturb you,
but we have a delivery.
Well, Miles, you're busy.
Where's Corine?
If the sandlopers can catch sharks
and sell them to themarine center, why can't I?
Because the Khoisan onlyfish on their tribal land.
And outside the tribal trust area,
sharks are protected by law.
To hell with the law.
My family should starve because of some law?
No fish, only sharks, eversince those Americans showed up.
Nothing but sharks.
Corine?
Well, if it isn't Steven McKray,
Mr. Big Time Shark Expert.
Come to pay your respects?
Well, you're a little late.
Services were yesterday.
Corine, I--
Not enough left of him to bury.
Just this.
I gave it to him when we graduated.
I'm sorry about Marc.
You should be sorry.
All those damn expeditions you dragged
him on, all around the world--
wherever you two could find some sharks.
Yeah, yeah.
He loved his fieldwork.
He didn't want to be stuck in some lab like--
Like me?
Is that what you were going to say?
Look where it got him.
Hey, Americans, thisbar is for fishermen only.
Did I miss the sign?
We don't need one.
Everybody knows.
Look, we're not bothering anyone.
You are bothering me.
You and all the other foreigners that
come down here and mess up my town.
Oh, so now it's your town, too.
[table crashing]
[thumping]
[grunting]
Oh!
[bottle smashing]
[thudding]
[grunting]
[banging]
Tell him to sleep it off.
I can take care of myself, you know?
Yeah, I know.
What the hell are you doing down here, anyway?
Marc called.
He asked for my help. - Your help?
Well, he sure as hell doesn't need it anymore.
[seagulls calling]
I'm sorry.
You were my brother's friend.
I was out of line.
What did he call you about?
I don't know.
He sent me an email, butsomehow it got screwed up.
I was hoping it was still on his computer.
I haven't been to the boat yet--
not sober, anyway.
Come on.
STEVEN: No computer.
CORINE: This is a picture ofus from the Bahamas last year.
He always loved it there.
You OK?
We can leave if you want to.
I'm going to be fine.
Look.
Marc's dive watch.
Yeah, he bought this in the Dry Tortugas.
But Miles said that when they found his--
um, he was wearing this on his wrist.
If he would have been diving,he would have been wearing this.
Where'd they find the boat?
Miles said that it was washed up on the beach
and that they towed it here.
[beeping]
What are you doing?
STEVEN: Going to find out where she's been.
The satellite continuallytracks your position.
Let's just hope he saved thelocations of his dive sites.
He did a lot of diving in this area.
CORINE: Koisi Lagoon?
Guess I got to make a dive.
Fine.
When do we go?
We?
Forget about it.
You're not diving. CORINE: Give me a break.
You know I'm certified.
You don't have anyexperience around sharks.
Aren't you the one thatalways says never dive alone?
STEVEN: This can be dangerous, all right?
I don't have time to bebabysitting you under water.
Spare me the macho act.
I'm not some Club Med bimbo with a snorkel.
That's now what I meant.
CORINE: Bullshit.
You're not diving, end of story.
Fine.
I'll go to the beach, and I'll work on my tan
like a good little girl.
Hey, Americans.
Look, we don't want any trouble.
So what are you doing on my dock?
Well, I guess you owneverything around here, huh?
[child screaming]
Help!
[splashing]
Shark!
[crunching]
CHILD: Help!
[intense music playing]
Don't splash.
Relax!
Take him!
CHILD: I can't see!
Don't splash.
If you splash, he'll attack.
Don't splash.
Get him to the dock!
JAN: Swim, boy!
Swim!
Faster!
It's coming!
Hurry!
Get out of the river!
[crowd shouting happily]
MAN: Yes!
They did good, that American team.
Bloody shark.
Yeah.
Bloody shark.
You did good out there.
Yeah, you too.
You OK?
Sure.
Come on.
I'll buy you dinner.
How about a drink?
[music playing]
[helicopter thrumming]
Ah, the hero the whole town's talking about.
So where are you off to this morning?
- Koisi Lagoon. - Mm.
I see.
Investigating our little shark problem, are we?
I'm doing what I can.
Which is?
I want to get a close look at these sharks--
on my terms.
Hmm.
Sounds dangerous.
Well, it is.
They're out of control, Steven.
Well, I'll be careful.
Please do.
By the way, my wife insisted that I
invite you and Miss Desantisto join us for dinner tomorrow
night.
Sounds great. Thanks.
Yes.
Dr. Craven will also be joining us.
Yes, his wife loves to hearme expound on my theories.
Well, you're certainly full of theories.
I'll tell Corine.
I've already invited her.
Good luck.
Koisi Lagoon, huh?
Very many sandbar.
Very many shipwrecks.
Very hard to navigate.
And I'm sure you know of a guy whose
rates are very reasonable.
I do.
One with a very fast boat.
[music playing]
[non-english], Steven.
What's that?
Field generator.
Creates an electricalbarrier that repels sharks.
Does it work?
It better.
I built it.
Then stick.
Boom!
Not a very nice way to catch a fish.
What are those totems?
The Khoisan.
This is their land since--
forever.
STEVEN: And the shark carvings?
It is only to remind us fishermen
that only the Khoisan havethe right to catch sharks.
Steven, look.
STEVEN: I thought we had an agreement!
CORINE: I changed my mind!
The sharks-- it's too dangerous!
See you at the bottom!
Independent woman, huh?
Tell me about it.
[breaths hissing]
[bubbling]
[crashing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[clanging]
[SHOUTING] [non-english speech]!!
They came for a visit.
What are they saying?
You are not supposed to be here.
They're pissed off.
Well, I can see that.
Let's go.
STEVEN: Good idea.
[shouting continues]
[engine humming]
You OK?
I'm a little shook up.
I thought those natives were going to kill us.
They're veryprotective of their area.
Do you think Marc had a run-in with them?
Ah, he knew how to handle himself.
Give me a hand with this.
Sure.
CORINE: What was that noisecoming from the barrel?
STEVEN: We call it a thumper.
It's a low-end frequency modulator.
CORINE: What's a thumper doing in that wreck?
I don't know, but it sounds like a fish
in trouble in water, kind oflike a dinner bell for sharks.
Somebody's going through an awful lot of trouble
to attract sharks to that lagoon.
Why would anyone want to attract them?
Good question.
[water sloshing]
Tanka, let's go!
[cart clanging]
[thumping]
I'll be with you two in a minute.
So how's the research going, Steven?
Not bad, considering we werealmost eaten by a great white.
Well, you ought to be more careful.
That thing wentthrough a field generator
like it wasn't even there.
[knife sawing]
He was always one to take unnecessary risks.
I wasn't taking any risks.
And what's a thumper doing onthe bottom of Koisi Lagoon?
Well, Marc put it there.
It was our way to deal with the shark problem.
He thought that we couldcorral them using sound waves.
It works.
Yes, it does.
Unfortunately, the range is limited.
So my brother spent alot of time in that lagoon.
Yes, indeed.
He did.
We just had a run-in with the Khoisan.
I thought they were going to kill us.
MILES: Well, they are veryprotective of their sharks.
And technically, you were trespassing.
I don't think Marc's death was an accident.
[laughing]
So you think he was murdered by the Khoisan?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
They're not the type to resort to violence.
Well, they sure as hell lookedlike they were capable of it.
Look, I have an arrangement with them.
I pay them top dollar for the sharks
and in return, they leavemyself and my staff alone.
If Marc did meet with foul play, I assure you
it was not the Khoisan.
They knew him.
They would never hurt him.
It's just a few tests I'm running.
It's nothing interesting.
But now, I--
You have to get back to work.
Back to work, so you know the way out.
Yeah.
We'll talk to you soon.
MILES: Anytime.
[footsteps receding]
Anytime.
[door slamming]
That was a quick brush-off.
What do you think he's hiding?
Miles has always beensensitive about his work.
MANI: Hey, back to the harbor?
No.
I want to get another look at those sharks.
At Koisi Lagoon?
Are you crazy?
I want to get a blood sample and test it.
MANI: The Khoisan will not be happy to see us.
Then we won't let them see us.
[engine starts]
[music playing]
[squelching]
[splashing]
I think I'm going to throw up.
Hey, it's like filet mignon for sharks.
They love it.
Filet mignon, huh?
Good thing I'm a vegetarian.
[chains rattling]
[splashing]
Takes patience to be a fisherman, huh?
Gotcha!
Ha, ha!
[non-english].
Now what?
We drag him back to the dock?
No.
We're going to wait for him to tire himself out,
and then we're going to haul him up on deck.
Excuse me?
You're going to bring alive shark aboard my boat?
Don't worry.
We'll tranquilize it.
It'll be sleeping like a baby.
Steven!
Hold it down!
Are you mad?
Just do it!
Corine, more tranquilizer!
MANI: This is not sleeping like a baby!
Corine, tranquilizer!
It's not working!
It'll take a few secondsto get to the nervous system.
Corine! CORINE: I'm spraying!
I'm spraying! MANI: It's too much!
[grunting] [corine shrieks]
Help!
[crashing and banging]
Steven!
STEVEN: Corine, look out!
[gunshot]
[panting]
Thanks.
No problem.
Not a very sporting way to kill a fish.
[laughing]
Nice, pal.
[thudding]
[non-english speech].
I'll never get the stink out of my boat.
STEVEN: Oh, it's not that bad.MANI: The hell it isn't.
[squelching and tearing]
Look at this.
The liver's deformed.
So that's why Miles was beingso secretive back at the lab.
Just what I thought.
Encephalomyelitis.
Excuse me?
Inflammation of the brain.
The cerebrum and the cerebellum
are completely swollen.
Do either of you guys speak English?
Its brain is fried.
It must have reverted back toprimal instinct-- hunt and eat.
But that's what they do, anyway.
No, no, no.
They only eat when they're hungry.
This thing thinks it's always hungry.
No wonder it swam throughthat electrical field.
Its brain was so overloaded,it didn't even feel it.
Now what are you going to do?
STEVEN: Take a blood sample, test it.
Tonight?
No, we'll wait till tomorrow morning.
[SHOUTING] [non-english]!
What's he saying?
He wants the shark.
He says if we give him the shark,
he won't tell the police.
Well, let him have it.
[non-english speech] .
I thought Craven hadan arrangement with them.
I guess we're not part of the staff.
[engine rumbling]
MABUNDA: Please Mr. Rhodes,with my boy's medical expenses,
things are tough.
You know what that's like.
Another month.
What could you want with my dive shop?
I don't want your shop, justthe money that you owe me.
Another month, please.
[brakes squeal]
Business is better.
These Americans are renting equipment.
Thabo even took out somecrazy tourists this morning.
All right, Mabunda.
A little more time, but that's it.
Buy your son something from me and my wife.
Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Rhodes.
[locals conversing]
Good morning.
More problems?
Well, it gets worse every day.
Don't you lose money if the shops close?
Yes, but I lose even more if they stay open.
Your his first customer in a month.
Simple economics.
Well, I guess.
But it's too bad.
Yes, it's too bad.
So any solution to our shark problem?
No, not yet.
But we're working on it.
Hmm.
Well, I won't keep you.
[whirring]
[dinging]
Morning.
Sorry I'm late.
Hey, take a look at this.
STEVEN: Wow.
The cell activity's threetimes faster than it should be.
Metabolic rate is stuck in overdrive.
Take a look at this one.
Oh, what's that in the cell?
CORINE: It's some kind of hormone.
I don't think it should be there.
I'll do a culture on it.
I'll tell you exactly what it is in 24 hours.
I wonder if Miles knows anything about this.
Well, you can bet I'm going ask him.
[engine humming]
[party music playing]
MANI: There's Thabo and his crazy tourists.
[screaming]
[gunshot]
[heartbeat thudding]
[suspenseful music playing]
[woman crying]
Give me your belt. You're going to be OK.
Don't worry.
[screaming]
Take us back to shore.
[engine revving]
You're going to be OK.
You're quiet.
You're still thinking aboutthat woman, aren't you?
She's going to lose her leg.
Four shark attacks in less than a week.
LAWRENCE: You dissected it right on the boat?
Yes, we did.
The organs were enlarged beyond belief.
I've never seen ametabolic rate that high.
MILES: Three times the normalrate, as a matter of fact.
You mean the sharks are growing too fast?
No.
That's not what I mean at all, Mrs. Rhodes.
It's-- has to do more with thefunctioning or, shall I say,
malfunctioning of the internal system.
Hold on.
I'm not following you.
[exhaling]
How shall I explain this?
Just think of a shark's system as an engine.
If you drive it too fast andtoo hard, it'll burn out.
Yes, but the sharks aren't dying.
No, but they're drivingthemselves into a frenzy.
Can you stop it?
Not until we know what's causing it.
Well, what do you think it is?
We found something strange in the blood.
Really?
What is it?
A hormone.
You found it too, Miles.
Oh, yes, of course.
So what is it?
At this point, I'm not sure.
But it's my theory that it'swhat's causing these sharks'
abnormal behavior.
You said that it was because the red tide
depleted their food supply.
Yes, that's exactly what I said, Steven.
But if that's the case, why wouldn't they
go further out to sea to feed?
What's attracting them to the bay?
Touch .
You both make for anexcellent scientific debate.
Yes.
Steven has always enjoyed testing me.
You've always enjoyed it more, Miles.
Yes, well I think you'll both enjoy a cup
of coffee and a fine cigar.Have one.
MILES: Thank you.
LAWRENCE: How about you, sir?
You were in rare form tonight.
Miles, what are you really doing here?
What do you mean by that, exactly?
Well, whosever footing thebill for your Marine Center
isn't paying you to study toxins and algae.
It's like the good old days--
forgot how well you knew me.
Why don't you two follow me to the center?
I have something to show you.
So what do you see?
CORINE: The cell walls are punctured.
Metastasis has set in.
It's cancer.
Now, what do you see?
Same batch of cells exactly 30 days later.
Well, the cells are healthy.
Complete remission.
I don't believe it.
Oh, believe it, Steven.
Believe it.
You know sharks haveincredible immune systems,
completely resilient to any formof disease, including cancer.
No, you've talked about sharks being
a cure for cancer for years.
Doesn't work.
Oh, but it does.
I just needed to go in a more radical direction.
Which is what?
I'm done talking for now.
Let's just say it works.
Complete remission in 98% of my cases.
You've conducted animaltrials, double-blind testing,
laboratory control groups?
Those are details, Steven, details.
Why are you always so concerned with details?
Why don't you two come with me to the clinic?
I'll let the results speak for themselves.
[monitor beeping]
Oh, Dr. Craven. Please, come in.
Hello, Mabunda.
Tadesse, I brought you a gift.
Dr. Craven.
How's he doing?
DOCTOR: Everything checks out.
Well, good.
It's good.
Two months ago, Tadesse came to me
diagnosed with terminal ulcerating
basal-cell carcinoma.
When I first saw him, he was so weak, he
could barely raise his head.
Quite a recovery, don't you think?
He looks fine.
The cancer is gone.
Yes, it is, Mabunda.
You gave him the drug.
Amazing, isn't it?
My boy was so sick, and noone helped until Dr. Craven.
I owe him everything.
It was my pleasure, Mabunda.
We should let him rest.
Good night.
Convinced, Steven?
That's the most irresponsiblething I've ever seen.
What are you talking about?
You gave that boy anunproven, experimental drug.
But he saved the boy's life.
That's not the point.
That's exactly the point.
My drug works.
What, and that gives you the right
to use him as a guinea pig?
He's a child, for Christ's sake.
And I gave him a chance to live.
Without me, what chance would he have had?
None.
You would have done the same.
The hell I would have.
I'm disappointed in you, Steven.
You, of all people, should appreciate
what I'm trying to do.
Oh, now I know why you came here.
There's no one to stop you from playing god.
Details.
Steven.
Steven, wait.
You're not leaving without me.
Look, you know the numbers.
Over 80% of cancer patientstry alternative medicine.
This isn't about givingsomebody herbal treatment
and hoping for the best.
He came to a developing country because the FDA
can't look over his shoulder.
Look.
We can't go on like this.
Because those people are sick.
MILES: It's happened before.It's details.
DOCTOR: Oh, really? Has it?
MILES: I've changed it.
DOCTOR: Well, I'm sorry, that's not good enough.
MILES: I've changed the drug.
Just relax.
Look, it--
[sighing]
CORINE: So how long have you and Miles
been playing king of the hill?
STEVEN: Miles always spent more time applying
for grants than being in a lab.
He's real good at finding desperate people
who are willing to spendmoney to cure what ails them.
He's always been more interestedin what science can do for him,
and his bank account, than science.
Well, this is me.
[quiet music playing]
OK.
Good night.
Steven?
Marc had great respect for you,as a scientist and as a man.
[kissing]
He was a great judge of character.
Good night.
STEVEN: Good night.
[crackling]
[metal clanging]
[heartbeat thudding]
[banging]
[heartbeat banging]
[crashing]
[clanging]
There's another thumper.
Take us closer to thebeach, Mani, about 50 yards.
MANI: You got it.
God, this tar is everywhere.
Yeah, it is.
Thumpers and sharks, too.
[engine starts]
[heartbeat thudding]
[heartbeat banging]
[crashing]
[clanging]
[crashing]
[hissing]
[clanging]
[crashing]
[hissing]
[heartbeat stops]
[hissing]
Oh.
What happened?
Ah.
I don't know.
I was trying to keep my eye on you and--
ba!
Are you all right?
Good thing us boaters have got hard heads.
[laughing]
Oh.
[whirring]
CORINE: That culture Itook from the shark's blood
will be ready in a minute.
What are you thinking about?
I don't understand why Miles put the thumpers
right next to the beach.
You really think he did it?
I'm going to find out.
Right after we talk to the police.
Let's see what I have, first.
It's a synthetic growth hormone.
A steroid of some sort?
Definitely a prime suspect.
So much for the red tide theory.
So how do you think the hormone's
getting into the sharks?
Miles.
He must need to accelerate the shark's
metabolism to produce his drug.
No wonder he didn't want us poking around.
Steven, if this steroid is screwing up
the sharks, what do youthink it's doing to that boy?
We should go check his chart.
I'll just be a minute. I'm going to clean up.
OK. Hurry up.
[ominous music playing]
[faucet squeaks]
[gasping]
[door creaking]
[thudding]
[laughing]
[intense music playing]
POLICEMAN: Time to wake up, man.
STEVEN: Are you OK?
CORINE: My head hurts.
[screaming]
STEVEN: When we hit thewater, dive for the wreck!
Don't stop kicking!CORINE: [HYSTERICALLY] What?
STEVEN: Take a deep breath!
[screaming]
[water splashing]
[heartbeat thudding]
[breath hissing]
[lamp clicks]
[engine rumbling]
[water dripping]
[engine revving]
[panting]
Thank you.
Now what?
Um, we-- we follow the river back to town
and then talk to the police.
Come on.
OK.
[waves rolling]
[phone beeping]
Mr. Rhodes.
OK.
Um, thank you.
[phone beeps]
They're on their way.
Why would they want my slides?
Yeah, they stole the thumpers, too.
Somebody doesn't want us to--
[knocking on door]
- Who is it? - Lawrence Rhodes.
Are you all right?
The desk clerk said that--
Two guys just tried to kill us.
My god.
Really?
Who were they?
I don't know.
I've seen them around.
I think they were fishermen.
Well, we should, um-- call the police.
I just did that.
Good.
I tell you what--
why don't you wait in my office?
I'll make some coffee for you.
That would be great.
Good.
I'll just be a minute.
[sighing]
[creaking]
[sirens blaring]
Wait!
Where are you going?
[intense music playing]
[grunting]
[policeman laughing]
[grunting]
Oh!
[grunting]
Come on!
[engine rumbling] Stop!
Stop!
Hey!
We need your help!
Big time.
You're in trouble.
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
Charlie, take the woods trail.
Freddie, Shumba, head them off at Fork Creek.
[squealing]
[sirens blaring]
[non-english].
Now, I'm a criminal, too.
[horns honking]
We have to talk to the provincial authorities.
It's our word against Miles'--
and the police.
[gunshots]
[SHOUTING] If you go tothe provincial authorities,
you need proof.
[shattering]
Look at my rear window!
We can't just walk in and ask for it.
STEVEN: You got that right.
Lose these guys, and let's go get our proof.
[gunshots continue]
[explosion]
[honking]
[truck honking]
[crashing]
[explosion]
[non-english]!
[screeching]
[grunting disgustedly]
WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Roper to admitting.
Dr. Roper to admitting.
CORINE: What do you expectto find in the clinic?
Charts.
[suspenseful music playing]
WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Hendrickson,
please call the pharmacy.
Dr. Hendrickson, please call the pharmacy.
[machine beeping]
[clicking]
[buzzing]
[curtain jangling]
Pancreatic cancer.
Showed marked improvementafter initial treatment,
but he crashed two weeks later.
[coughing weakly]
Steven.
Can you help him?
I'm sorry, Mabunda.
There's nothing I can do.
There's nothing anyone can do.
He got so sick so fast.
Why won't Dr. Craven come?
I'm sorry, Mabunda.
CORINE: How could Miles do this?
So what if he kills a couple dozen people--
or us, for that matter?
If he eventually finds a cure, they'll probably
give him the Nobel Prize.
STEVEN: [WHISPERING] OK. It's secure.
[sloshing]
All right.
We're going to be out in 10 minutes.
Keep the Vagabunda running.
We may need to get out of here in a hurry.
Are you sure we got the only shark?
I hope so.
[splashing]
See if there's anything in the journals.
CORINE: OK.
[keyboard clicking]
[computer beeping]
STEVEN: Here's a list of theintensive care patients--
their medical history, progress, and failures.
There's nothing over here.
Go check out the lab.
The son of a bitch knows it doesn't work.
[foreboding music playing]
[dialing]
[switch clicking]
Oh, please, Mr. Hacker.
There's no need for guns.
Where's Corine?
I wanted to keep her out of this.
Oh, how noble.
I take it you found what you're looking for.
More than I wanted to.
You killed Mabunda's little boy.
That's such a strong word,don't you think, Steven?
Your drug doesn't work, Miles.
Oh, but it does.
It buys them a few weeks without pain.
And when perfected, it'llbuy them a lifetime.
And you'll make millions of dollars.
That's not the point, Steven.
You're always missing the point.
Do you think Jonas Salk inventedthe polio vaccine for free?
No.
There's a difference here.
His works.
Mine will, too, in time.
You call yourself a scientist-- a doctor.
You're a psychopath.
Is that what happened?
Marc found out what you were doing here,
and you had the police kill him.
Oh, what are you talking about?
I had nothing to do with Marc's death.
He was a colleague of mine.
The disk.
Where's the disk, Steven?
That was pointless.
[shattering]
Oh!
Get up!
Close the damn gate!
Hurry!
Hurry it up!
[splashing]
Welcome back.
STEVEN: Mani, the boat!
Where is Corine?
Miles has her.
- Well, let's go get her.- They have a gun.
Oh, man, what we going to do?
Get the fuck out of here.
OK.
[gunshots]
[engine revving]
[intense music playing]
They're heading west.
Cut 'em off!
MANI: Hold on!
[revving]
[bell ringing]
[gunshots]
[inaudible]
Can't you go any faster?
No.
[gunshots]
We're gonna get creamed!
You're right.
[glass shattering] [laughing]
[gun clicking]
Huh?
He's out of bullets!
POLICEMAN: Reload.
Reload quickly!
[explosion]
[flames crackling]
Ah!
[grunting]
[gunshots]
Slow down!
[engine quieting]
[thumping]
[grunting]
[yelling]
MANI: Steven!
The rocks!
[explosions]
You OK?
Yeah.
Hey, Steven?
Nice one, pal.
Yeah, sure.
[phone ringing]
Yes?
Ah, Steven.
Well, it's about time you called.
Well, you have something I want,and I have something you want.
I'm suggesting a trade.
2 o'clock, the Center.
Oh, and Steven?
Be smart.
[phone beeps]
MANI: So?
[sighing]
He wants to trade Corine for the disk.
I'm going to meet him at hislab this afternoon, alone.
Alone?
No, man.
Steven, you and me, man.
We're in this together.
I dragged you in far enough.
Oh, yeah.
Steven, OK, [non-english].
That means, what's done is done.
Besides which, you need me to watch your back.
I appreciate the offer, but this is my problem.
You think they going to let the two of you
just walk out of there?
I'll think of something.
Me, I got plan.
It's the police.
Pull back.
What the hell?
[helicopter whirring]
Mr. Rhodes.
What's he doing here?
He must be working with Miles.
Wait a minute.
[doors slamming open]
DESK CLERK: You can't go in there.
My boss will kill me if he finds out.
OK. Take it easy, now.
Relax, yeah?
No problem, no problem.
[drawer slamming]
Steven.
DESK CLERK: What are you doing?
That's locked!
[crashing]
I'm calling Mr. Rhodes.
Keep her company.
We're going to find help here?
That's right.
[door slamming]
Attenzione.
Everybody, please listen.
Freddie and Shamba are dead.
They said you did it.
What do you want here?
I want to be fishing again.
I want our children togrow up healthy and strong,
to swim in the water again.
I want you to have your boat back.
We want this town to prosper.
I want you out of here.
Your people are dying, and I know why.
Jan, wait.
Let him speak.
Well, Steven McKray, start talking.
Oil.
[men murmuring]
The problem is oil.
[screeching]
[foreboding music playing]
Let's go.
Corine!
No.
Corine.
Don't bother.
There's nowhere for them to go.
You OK?
Oh, how touching.
That's some plan you got there.
Yes, it is.
Completely fucking twisted.
[SARCASTICALLY] Oh.
What's going on?
Well, Lawrence here is selling out
to an oil company that just struck
gold right off the harbor.
And guess who benefits?
Whoever owns the port.
Very good.
You two make a great team, you know that?
Your escaping the sharks inthe lagoon was quite a feat.
It's too bad your brotherdidn't fare as well.
Oh!
Miles, how could you be a part of this?
I have no idea what this is all about.
Lawrence barges in here withthe police chief and his goons--
Don't play innocent.
You planted those thumpersright by the beach,
right where people were swimming.
MILES: It's not true.
How much is he paying you, Miles?
Paying him?
My god.
My wife's little indulgence.
Frankly, I wouldn't put adime into this phony science
project.
So you're the one who stole mythumpers and gave them to him.
And he used them to kill the tourist business.
Yes, literally.
Simple economics-- the moresharks, the less people.
I got lucky twice.
First, your crazy sharks ate all the fish
and killed the fishing. Now, that was beautiful.
But when Hacker told me aboutyour little thumpers-- well,
that was simply divine.
So how many more foreclosures do you
need until you own the port?
Well, as of yesterday, I own the whole town.
Are you sure about that?
[clicking]
[beeping]
There's the signal!
Gun it!
[engines revving]
This has been quite entertaining.
But I'm afraid it's time for you all to die.
[laughing] Kill them.
Burn the whole place down.
MANI: Santa Maria!
Don't disappoint me this time.
[explosions]
[screaming]
[gunshots]
[yelling]
Wait up, Mabunda!
[gunshot]
[officer laughing]
[groaning]
[yelling]
Ah!
[gunshots]
[grunting]
[splashing]
You OK, Mani?
[laughing crazily]
[clanging]
Steven!
[grunting]
[gunshot]
Steven!
[gunshots]
Ah!
Oh!
[grunting]
[machete clanging]
[clanging]
Ow!
[gunshots]
[mani screaming]
[grunting]
[laughing]
[gagging]
Ha!
I enjoyed feeding your brother to the sharks.
[gunshots]
[groaning]
[grunting]
[thudding]
[groaning]
[thudding]
[STRAINING] You see?
I wasn't such a bad guy.
I know.
[helicopter whirring]
Come on.
Let's go.
I know.
[grunting]
[alarm beeping]
[screaming]
MR. HACKER: Get up!
[ominous music playing]
[gasping]
[gasping dramatically]
[yelling]
STEVEN: Give me your hand.
Your hand.
Give me your hand.
[screaming]
[splashing]
MAN: Rhodes did this?
[tires squealing]
[screeching]
[non-english].
You-- you drive like a madman.
I drive like a madman?
MANI: Very scary.
CORINE: Now you know how it feels.
I'd help you carry, but, uh--
Yeah, I know.
You're not a taxi driver anymore.
MANI: That's right.
Hey, Americans.
You come down here, make amess, and now, you leave.
Don't worry.
I'll be back.
I'm going to bring a whole team of experts
to help me with these sharks.- More Americans.
Great!
What are you worried about?
You're going to make afortune selling your boat
slip to the oil companies. - Nah.
Now that Mrs. Rhodes have extended my loan,
I don't think I'm going to sell.
Good for you.
- Goodbye, sir. - Goodbye, ma'am.
Bye-bye.
Take care.
So how are you going to get the university
to fund the team?
I'll videotape everything.
Bookman can sell it to the Discovery Channel.
Oh, he'll love that.
Hey, I'm great with a video camera, huh?
Thanks for everything, Mani.
[kissing]
Mm, no problem.
[non-english].
Steven.
Bah.
Hey, remember--
I'm your captain, huh?
Like you'd let me forget.
So, you haven't told mewhere you're headed off to.
Oh I was thinking I'd get into some fieldwork.
Really?
Yeah, I heard they're gearingup a team to go to Africa--
something to do with sharks.
I was wondering if I couldget a recommendation.
I think I could arrange that.
[engine rumbling]
[music playing]
[bell clanging]