EXT. THE OCEAN - AFTERNOON
The Orca is drifting in neutral. The ocean is like gelatin,
the sun sucking heat waves from its surface. Brody at the
stern, handkerchief on his head to protect from further sun-
burn, has been handed the slimiest job on a shark hunt: the
ladling out of chum. Brody is reeling with nausea. Quint is firmly situated in the fighting chair, reeling in the bait. They have the look
of being on open water for the better part of the day, with
no luck.
QUINT
(to himself)
That don't tempt him either, huh?
He hauls in the bait. Two mackerel, barely alive.
QUINT
We'll find him something.
Suddenly,
the boat begins to shake, as if an earthquake miles below is causing
the water to shudder. A mass of glinting silver fish leap into the air,
several of them landing on board The Orca. They fall on the deck,
flopping and glittering like daggers - like floppy, glittering daggers.
The ocean begins to bubble and steam. It darkens to the colour of
blood.
BRODY
(cigarette falling from his lips)
Dear God...
QUINT
That ain't no shark!
The shaking intensifies.
QUINT
(grabbing Brody by the arm and pulling him back toward the cabin)
Get back!
Slowly,
a shape deep in the water rises to the surface. The men stare,
helpless. The THING breaks the surface of the water but does not stop
there; it floats upward into the air until it is several metres above
their heads. It is a shapeless, luminescent essence - achingly
beautiful, but cold, alien, and terrible. Quint and Brody try to look
at it, only to find their eyes sliding to rest upon other things in the
sky: clouds or distant seagulls. They seem unable to look directly at
it, yet unable to look away. The thing is ceaseless motion and perfect
stillness. When it speaks, its voice is both a silent vibration in the
air and a deafening scream.
THING
You have woken me!
The men are at a loss for anything to say.
THING
I said, you have WOKEN me! I am awake!
BRODY
We didn't mean to wake you.
THING
The keening of your fear lacerates my dreams!
QUINT
We're sorry!
THING
Your apologies mean nothing to me. Your fears must be silenced!
Another
seismic rumble shakes the men, the boat, and the ocean. Another shape
begins to rise from the depths, but this time what is being pulled from
the sea is the great white shark! ... remember? The one the whole movie
is about? It is hauled up from the water until it hangs in the air in
front of the men.
THING
THIS is the object of your fear.
The shark twists in the air, helpless. It flaps its little fins in a comical manner.
THING
I
can easily destroy this creature. I can pop its bones through its
flesh! I can strangle it with its own rectum! I can pull it into
nothingness.
As a wind begins to blow, the shark begins to stretch, bellowing with pain. Horror shines in its big black buttony eyes.
BRODY
NOOOO!!!!
THING
What, is this not what you wanted? Isn't this the creature you hunt? Don't you want it dead?
BRODY
I
do, but not like this! This shark has killed our family and friends,
and WE must avenge them. We must spill its blood, even if it means
spilling our own. This is what it means to be men. If you kill it, you
take that from us!
For a long, agonizing moment, the
shark continues to be pulled. We can almost hear the cartilage popping,
like when you pull too hard on Barbie's knee. Then, suddenly, it stops.
The shark drops back into the ocean. The winds die.
THING
Then
I will stand back. But in exchange, you must spread my message, for I
will return. In 2007, I will reveal myself again to humanity. You must
prepare the people for my coming. I may be a snail, or I may be an
entire planet. I may even be a band called
blind tiger, tiger.
You really never know how these things will turn out. But those who
hear of my legacy will recognize me. So go! Go tell the world!
THE MEN
We will!
THING
Also, the shark is going to eat one of you.
The Thing dives back into the sea.
THING
Prepaaaaaaarrrreee....
The
men stand there, touched and humbled by the glorious Thing. After a
moment's silence, they get back to work. Unfortunately, the
exhilaration of shark-killing will cause them to completely forget the
Thing's message.
I guess it'll have to spread the word on its own. That's cool, I suppose.