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   MALE VOICE (V.O.)

A gunshot resonates.

EXT. OUTSIDE SYDNEY HEADS – NIGHT

ON SCREEN: “Two Years Ago”

A TRAWLER crashes through waves in a savage winter storm.

 

 

EXT. AFT DECK - NIGHT

THREE MEN kick a huge SACK overboard. It splashes into the mighty churn of the propeller wash and sinks. There is a marking.. “GRAD.. LAUN.” - indishinguishable.

The men glare evilly at their work, a job well done.

EXT. SEA – NIGHT

The storm dies swiftly. A fog bank appears. The trawler disappears into it.

The sack resurfaces, bobs in a calmer swell towards the cliffs of South Head.

O.C.: A bell clangs from a navigational buoy. A nav light illuminates the sack - discovers a tubular shape poking from it, floating off to the side.

A LIGHTHOUSE BEAM hits the sack. The shape is a human arm. It splashes about - stops. Whoever’s inside is still alive!

A shark’s DORSAL FIN breaks the water, then disappears. Suddenly, the sack is snatched below the waves.

The sack crashes back, a gaping hole torn from its side.

The lighthouse beam again strafes the area. A male voice moans from within - on his last throes of life.

The shark swims in, attacks, tears off his arm. The man SCREAMS.

From the ocean bottom, the shark swims up - rams sack and man out of the water. It splashes down.

Again, the shark attacks.

ENTER another shark. A feeding frenzy ensues. It’s a savage attack!

The maneaters swim off, side-by-side.

 

A freak wave crashes over their dorsal fins, devouring any trace that they were ever there.

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A phantom voice, angelic, speaks over the floating sack.

 

You don't appear in court, scumbag! Fatty says so. Guess it's not your lucky day, eh cobber.