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.
ROLL OPENING CREDITS:
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.