[AUDIO LOGO]
Good afternoon.
I'm reporting live from the Katzman Cove Marina,
site of where the stolen painting is
believed to be transported from by three convicts.
Most, if not all, have reportedly been killed.
Did you see that?
I saw it too.
The painting!
While the painting has not yet been recovered,
some of the thieves have, or at least parts of them.
Yes, parts.
It is believed that a man-eating shark
has been roaming these waters and may have attacked the group
as they traversed the cove to go and hide
the painting on Cat Island.
What the hell?
[GASPING]
[SHARK GROWLING]
OK, Stan, this will be part two of our location piece.
Just split the segments up with a commercial
when you edit them together.
You got it.
The ocean.
Behind me it looks inviting, serene, and safe.
But is it?
We have received several reports of a shark prowling the shores,
and while this isn't uncommon, these reports
claim that the shark is in fact monstrous, ranging
from 50 to 60 feet in length, larger
than any known great white.
Does the sudden appearance have anything
to do with the increased drilling at the newly renovated
rig just offshore?
The EPA is still trying to get accurate reports
on just how far they are drilling
and at what cost to the environment this will have.
Is the rig hiding a secret, and is there any connection
to the mysterious monster supposedly prowling the depths?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) It ain't you.
I knew it couldn't be true because we can't [INAUDIBLE]
together.
You don't understand my moves, so don't expect me
to [INAUDIBLE] because we can't--
To your right, Bree, to your right.
No, no, no, your other right.
I'm doing my best.
Well, your best isn't good enough.
You have to be perfect.
I'm trying.
You most certainly are sometimes.
Let's just take five.
[PHONE RINGING]
[SIGHS]
Yeah.
OK.
Yeah, that's great.
Super.
All right.
We'll be there tomorrow.
That was Top Model Tomorrow.
You have a video shoot in the morning on a yacht.
That's amazing.
That show's going to be seen by millions.
Yeah.
You can thank me later.
So where's that photographer?
Yo, Ansel Adams, you ready?
(SINGING) Because she had a lot of [INAUDIBLE] in a thong.
Angel on my side telling me I don't want it,
the devil on the other telling me to hop on it.
I hop on it, now I feel I'm sacrificing--
[MUSICAL INTRO]
Good evening, this is News 6 at 5.
Today's top story is the hunt for the missing million dollar
painting stolen in a tragic heist
by unknown and presumably dead thieves.
The painting, a one of a kind rendition of Chinese Grauman
Theater by noted artist Yuri Otonatu,
was stolen last week, even though it
was under close scrutiny at the time.
In the painting, we see the famous theater and displays
and marquee advertising for the initial release of the film
King Kong, a favorite of the artist.
After tracing the painting to a local marina,
authorities believe the bandits were attempting
to shuttle the stolen goods across the channel
to a small island two hours off the coast called Cat Island.
The trail, we are told, has gone cold,
with no sign of the thieves or the painting.
Authorities now believe there is a connection
between the tragic oil rig explosion, the recent shark
sightings, and the thieves.
What that connection is exactly is forthcoming.
We will be airing a special later tonight highlighting
eyewitness accounts.
Now for the weather.
Oh, Jesus.
This is not looking good.
I think we have ourselves a big problem.
What's the problem, Clark?
Yeah, the painting's missing, but none of that
can be traced back to us.
Not yet anyways.
I knew these guys were going to bungle this job.
All they had to do was meet us on Cat Island,
give us the painting, they get their cut,
and then we get our cut.
It was simple.
I'm hungry.
Let's go down to the pier and get some pizza.
We've been hiding [INAUDIBLE] for three days.
Oh, you keep thinking with that stomach, Gerald,
and you're going to end up like our friends.
I hope not, but I am hungry.
Boy, what do you think happened?
Honestly?
No, lie to me.
Of course honestly.
I don't think they made it to Cat Island.
We waited there for two days thinking they'd show,
and they didn't contact us afterwards.
Maybe they double crossed us.
I don't think so.
We knew their every move.
That leaves only one other option.
Get some pizza.
God.
If I didn't promise your mother I'd look after you, I swear.
That renegade shark got them and the painting
sank to the bottom of the channel.
This is the map here.
This is the marina.
Here's Cat Island.
This is the route they took.
And with the debris that was found,
they went down right about there.
Huh.
How deep do you think that is?
Well, there's a channel and the ocean tides can build up,
but my guess, it's no deeper than 20 feet,
at least where we have to search.
All right.
We'll get somebody to dive in there once we find it.
Without too much trouble, sure.
And it might be more shallow than I think.
It'd be like finding a needle in a haystack.
Not exactly.
What is that?
This is a small underwater camera that's
attached to this monitor.
We'll find it.
It monitors everything.
Hey, that'd be great to use for fishing.
Oh, we're going to go fishing tomorrow
morning, but not for fish.
We're going to find ourselves that painting.
Can we get something to eat first, please?
What's this?
Your assignment for tomorrow.
No, no.
Not going to happen.
I'm not spending all day on a boat
with some bimbo model for that limp dick show
Top Model Tomorrow.
Yes, you are.
The boss already assigned me to the marina
for the shark and oil rig disaster.
Can't do it.
Well, he thinks you're so good at what you do,
you can do all three.
You're kidding, right?
You're at least going along?
I'm going to stay in the studio to cover
anything you find and follow your little Top Model
adventures.
What a crock.
I get seasick.
Nice try.
There's got to be a better way to earn a living than this.
You sure have a lot of stuff there.
We only need two outfit changes.
I know.
This is just in case.
In case of what?
Well--
Well, spit it out, Bree.
What?
I'm afraid of the ocean.
Can't we just stay up on the dock?
Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you.
I will make sure of that.
I'm not going to get attacked by a shark?
Why would you say such a thing?
It's been all over the news, some monster shark
crawling the beaches.
Balderdash.
The news just exaggerates to boost ratings.
Sharks have lived in these waters forever.
That's where they live, you know.
I just don't want to get attacked by a shark.
Sharks don't instinctively attack humans.
They mistake them for something else like a seal.
Besides, we'll be on a yacht.
What shark can swallow that?
Yeah, you're right.
I know I am.
Now, come on.
Good luck today.
Whatever.
We have to be live by noon.
Other than that, I can cut into your feet
any time you think we have something newsworthy.
Yeah, my drowning.
I just love your positive attitude.
Surf's up.
[HONKS HORN]
Come on, you idiot!
Move it!
I'm coming, I'm coming.
Come on!
I'm coming.
God.
Jesus!
Move your--
Jesus Christ.
--stupid ass, will you?
We've got a long day ahead of us.
Dock 7, row 6.
Skip SE5, right over there.
A yacht.
Right.
I should have known this was going to be a cluster F.
[GROWLING]
What the hell?
You better slow down.
The last thing we need is to get pulled over by the cops.
We need to get there, get a boat, and find this painting.
Time isn't on our side.
I know it's wrapped up pretty good, but eventually
that seawater is going to deteriorate it
and then it's going to cut into our profits.
OK, step on it then.
Hey, anyone here know how to drive a boat?
We'll worry about that when we get there.
This isn't a yacht.
You two must be here for the Top Model Tomorrow show.
Which one of you is the model?
She is, of course.
Yeah, I was joking.
Look, I'm sorry about the boat, but that's all the station
was going to spring for.
But don't worry.
We'll make it work.
I'm Stan.
This is Bree, your model, and I'm Destiny, her manager.
You don't plan on bringing all that crap on board, do you?
I need it for the shoot.
Well, you can leave it on the dock
and we can come back and pick it up if you need it.
What if someone steals it?
We can only be so lucky.
It was another joke.
You don't have much of a sense of humor, do you, lady?
Maybe your jokes just aren't that funny.
Fair enough.
OK, here's what we're going to do.
We're going to shoot some stuff on the boat,
then we're going to transmit live,
then we're going to take the boat out into the ocean
and do some more B-roll footage.
What?
What's wrong now?
Don't tell me you're afraid of the water too.
Well, she's just worried about--
It's just all those stories that your channel reports
about the monster shark.
Is it all true?
Oh, yeah.
As a matter of fact, it could be lurking underwater right here!
That was another joke, right?
Look, don't worry.
We're going to be safe in the boat, OK?
We have a lot of work to do.
Now, there's a changing room at the end of the pier.
I'm going to start getting set up, OK?
OK, come on.
This guy is so rude.
I know you're out there, you blood hungry son of a bitch.
You and me have a score to settle.
[GROWLS]
[SPLUTTERS]
I hate the water!
Jesus, ladies, this isn't water ballet.
What's wrong with this?
The [INAUDIBLE] contrasts perfectly
with the blue ocean water.
Yeah, I made it myself.
And you call yourself a manager.
Look, whatever.
Come on, get in the boat.
Miss America, you stand right here.
You, stay out of the way.
OK, well, what do I do?
OK, you're going to look directly into the camera lens
and answer every question that the studio personnel ask you.
You can formulate a complete sentence, right?
No, don't answer that.
[CAMERA SNAPPING]
Good afternoon, viewers, and welcome to a special segment
of Top Model Tomorrow, where we find young women
vying for the top spot in today's fashion and modeling
world.
Live right now at the marina we have up
and coming model Bree Juare.
Bree, tell us why you want to be in the modeling profession.
Say something, dammit.
We're live now?
Yes.
Well, it's wonderful to be on your show and I'm so excited.
What was the question again?
Bree, why do you want to be a top model?
Oh, that's easy.
For starters, I'm very attractive.
Anyone would agree with that.
Plus my boyfriend thinks that I should choose a profession
where I keep my clothes on.
Did you know a female's shelf life
on [INAUDIBLE] is only three years?
That's interesting, Bree.
Tell us about your manager.
Destiny?
She's amazing.
She's like my second mother.
She takes such good care of me.
I mean, she only does take 60% of my earnings.
I mean, that's so generous of her.
What is your vision on world peace?
I think everyone should get a piece once in a while.
No, no, no, not that peace, Bree.
Peace, getting along.
Ah, yes.
World peace.
World peace is important so that way the world can be peaceful.
OK.
Bree, tell us what else we have to look forward
to when we see you today?
Well, in a few minutes we're going to do a live fashion
shoot right on this boat, and then we're
going to go out to the water and take some more fun footage.
I just hope--
Well, what do you hope, Bree?
I just hope that we don't get attacked by that monster
shark like the bank robbers.
Painting thieves.
I think you'll be perfectly safe.
Well, I hope.
See you later.
Ta-ta.
We'll check in with you later.
Good luck.
Really.
Good luck.
I think we may have found ourselves a boat.
Hey, you two, let's go.
Come on.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Let's take a look for a moment at the recent events
plaguing our seaside community.
First we have the oil rig that was recently destroyed
last week by unknown causes.
Then we have reports of a mysterious, monstrous shark
prowling the waters.
Could the two somehow be related?
Calls to the headquarters to the firm that owned and operated
the rig have gone unanswered.
However, we have a guest in the studio today
who may shed some light on our shark mystery.
Welcome to the studio, Mr. Lennings.
As difficult as it must be, could you
tell us a little bit about your run-in with the shark?
Well, I don't know anything about that oil rig
other than that it blocked the view of the ocean we once
had from the marina I managed.
As far as the shark attack, take a look at my legs!
Zoom in.
Go ahead.
I don't have any!
That's because a gigantic shark bit them off in one fell swoop!
I'm lucky I didn't bleed to death.
What kind of shark was it?
A great white, mako?
Neither.
I know my sharks, and it wasn't anything known to man.
Where do you think it came from?
I don't know.
Maybe that rig with all their drilling,
they woke something up.
All I know is nobody is safe in the water
until that thing is killed!
If it isn't a known shark, what do you think it could be?
Oh, it is a shark all right.
As far as what species, who knows.
Maybe it's the devil incarnate.
You guys need anything?
We're busy doing a video shoot here.
Who owns this rig?
Nobody.
The news station rented it for the day.
You see, we need to head out to the channel
there to look for something.
We were hoping you'd be neighborly and give us a lift.
Yeah, I don't think so, pal.
I got enough deadweight on this boat.
Oh, yes, you can.
We tried to be nice, but then you
had to go and get all snotty with us.
What's this all about?
Me, Boyd, and Clark are looking for a painting--
You idiot!
You just give our names away!
You guys are the painting thieves everyone's
looking for, right?
Clever guess.
Look, just take the keys and go.
No, no can do.
We need a driver and a couple of hostages in case things
heat up.
Don't hurt us, please.
What the hell is this?
My grandmother wouldn't even wear this terrible shit.
What the hell was that?
I thought I saw something swim by.
The shark!
I knew it!
Get me out of here!
You're not going anywhere, missy!
You, get over here.
I'll tell you when to stop.
What about the shark?
Enough about the shark.
We're safe enough here.
Just, everybody, be cool.
You, no funny business.
Understood.
[BEEP]
We're in business.
Stop right here.
If you insist.
Doesn't work too good.
Maybe it isn't waterproof after all.
It's just a fish or something.
Wait a minute.
I thought I saw something.
Swing it to the right.
Oh, jackpot.
There it is.
There's the painting in the blue tarp.
You sure are a pretty little thing.
I wouldn't mind being stranded on a desert island with you.
Leave her alone.
[GUNSHOT]
[GROANS]
Oh, no!
Help him!
Why did you do that?
He came at me!
Shark!
Help!
[GROWLS]
Help, help!
We need to get the hell out of here!
[GASPING]
We're not going anywhere!
The painting's right beneath us!
We're not going anywhere.
What the hell is she going on about?
The man you just shot had the keys in his pocket!
I didn't know, I swear.
And he came at me!
Fucking great.
Now what?
We're stuck here.
Look around, there's only water.
Does anyone have a phone?
You made us leave all our bags at the dock,
and our phones were in there.
Fucking great.
[SPLASH]
There.
At least we won't drift away from the painting.
What are we going to do?
Give me a second to think.
Remember, in 10 seconds you ruined all our plans.
What are you thinking?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Good.
Keep it that way.
Tell us again about your frightening escape
from the doomed oil rig.
My buddy and I had been on the rig for months.
I think they dug too deep and discovered something.
That's where I saw a large prehistoric shark destroy
our rig.
No one stood a chance.
What makes you believe it was prehistoric?
The secret operatives said so.
They knew what it was.
Tell us about the operatives.
Who were they?
They worked for the oil company doing the drilling.
We think they were sent here to clean up all the witnesses.
Another survivor and I made it to Smash Up Island.
There they captured us and intended
on killing us to silence us so that we wouldn't
say what we saw or knew.
The shark got them, though, and we escaped.
Where the hell did his feed go?
[SIGHS]
Where is he?
Boyd, see if you can hotwire this
while I keep an eye on the painting.
I don't know anything about hot wiring a boat!
I do.
You want this idiot to fry the engine out?
Hey, hey, watch for your calling an idiot, all right?
Hey, you two, how long are you supposed to be out here?
Till this evening.
Why?
Just trying to figure out how much time we've
got before somebody comes looking for us.
We still have to get our painting.
I know.
Whoa!
What the hell?
Out there!
The shark!
[GUNSHOTS]
It's coming for us!
Shoot!
[GROWLS]
Jesus, that was close.
Did you see the size of that thing?
That wasn't no normal shark!
What's important is that it will be back for us!
That thing has a vendetta against us for some reason!
Gerald, get back to hotwiring.
And you, stop crying up there!
We're safe enough!
Until it capsizes us.
Maybe so.
Just hope you could swim faster.
We're running out of time!
And options.
If I want anything out of you, I'd ask.
Get back to work.
Maybe the Coast Guard will come by soon and we'll be rescued.
That's just what they don't want.
That's the smartest thing you've said all day!
Pipe down!
I don't see it anywhere.
It's out there somewhere.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Our investigative team discovered crucial information
in regards to the oil rig disaster
earlier this afternoon.
It appears a large bore S7 drill was
used to puncture the bedrock beneath the rig to drill deeper
than anyone has before.
Drilling regulations permit only a size S2 drill.
Could the illegal size drill have fractured the foundation,
causing the rig to collapse?
Could the drill have hit an ice pocket
and released a sea demon frozen in time into our oceans?
An initial investigation by authorities provides no clues.
Another question that goes unanswered
is where did all the bodies go?
Records show that 78 people worked on the rig
on a daily basis.
To this day, not one body has been recovered.
Did the tide wash them out to sea,
are they still trapped in the wreckage,
or did the so-called sea monster devour them like flies
as they fell into the water?
These questions and more will hopefully
be answered in the next few days.
Well?
This is impossible.
Can't be repaired.
I'm not sure if the engine would start
even if I could repair it.
I told you he wouldn't be able to get it going.
This is coming from the asshole who put us in this situation.
Wait, let's just worry about the painting.
Maybe we have to paddle this stinking thing out
to Cat Island!
Well, how can we recover it?
One of us is going to dive in.
Simple enough.
Are you out of your mind?
We won't last a minute down there with that shark!
The hell with the painting!
Let's worry about our lives!
Gerald, you're going in.
The hell I am.
You're the best swimmer here.
You go, Boyd.
You got us into this mess.
Give me that.
Empty.
Come on, Clark.
I'm not up to it.
You don't have a choice.
He'll die if you send him down there.
Maybe you'd like to take his place then.
Sharks are attracted to sound.
What's that, Miss America?
Sharks are attracted to sound.
If we splash the water, hit the side of the boat,
hopefully it'll distract the shark long enough
for him to get down and back.
No, I don't like the idea much.
Look, it's directly below us.
You dive down, grab it, pull it up.
It's only 18 feet to the bottom here.
You can do it.
You think so, Clark?
Yeah, just take a deep breath.
You'll be fine.
We'll be up here distracting it.
OK.
Good, Gerald.
Good.
All right, let's start hitting the boat.
The water.
Let's distract this mother!
It's now or never.
[THUMPING]
Keep it up.
It's working.
The shark is circling the boat.
Not good.
[GROWLS]
What's it doing?
We're drifting.
It snapped the anchor line.
Shit!
He didn't stand a chance.
So much for that plan.
[GROWLS]
It's still out there Why won't it go away?
It has to at some point.
And don't worry.
Once we're overdue to return, they'll
send a search party out for us.
We should be easy to spot.
We don't even know where we are.
We could have drifted miles from where they even search.
Well, we can't give up hope.
We have to believe that they'll search for us and find us.
What about the shark?
Well, maybe it has a short attention span
and will swim off.
If we make it out of this--
When we get out of this.
When.
When we make it out of this, I don't even
care about being top model.
I just want to live.
I want some more of that.
Well, you don't get any more.
What about them?
Well, I think we're safe for now.
Bastard!
Why doesn't it just finish us off?
It's toying with us.
It knows it's got us where it wants us.
Predators do that, you know.
They relish in the torture.
Instant kill is too easy.
Speaking of an easy kill, what we do about these two?
I've been thinking about that.
They would make good shark food if it came to it.
I agree.
Either way, we can't let them go.
They know our names, our faces, our plan.
When the time comes, we'll deal with them.
And the painting?
At least we know where the location is.
We'll come back once we get out of this shit.
OK, Clark.
OK.
Stan, answer your damn phone!
Bastard.
I know you're out there.
You certainly are a pretty little thing.
What do you want?
Don't be afraid.
You and I, we're going to be real good friends.
Stop!
Hey!
Let go of her!
Back off, lady!
Her and I were having some fun!
[YELLS]
Destiny!
Help me!
Grab my arm!
What the hell are you doing?
It got me!
It's coming!
Help!
Help me!
What the hell are you doing?
She interrupted us!
We were having fun!
Who cares?
We were going to kill them anyway!
I'll show you fun.
You having fun?
Having fun yet?
Huh?
You want to have some fucking fun?
Come on!
[GROWLS]
Let me go!
Fucking next time I will end your ass!
[COUGHING]
Stop!
Clark!
Stop it!
Oh, god!
Next time I'll fucking end you!
Land nowhere in sight.
You're a smart one, pushing us out to the sea in this current.
[GUNSHOTS]
[GRUNTS ANGRILY]
Eat lead for breakfast!
I hate this shark!
Good morning, everyone.
Our top story this hour is the Top Model contestant,
her manager, and our own cameraman reported missing
and thought to be lost at sea.
A boat malfunction is thought to be the cause,
and, as we reported yesterday live,
the Top Model Tomorrow show went on location
to the sand and surf for a special show.
After the live feed at noon, they
were both headed out to sea for another segment.
Contact since then has been lost, with recovery operations
underway.
A search and rescue team headed by the Navy
commenced an hour ago.
We will keep you updated as we receive information.
[RADAR PINGING]
Do you guys hear that?
[DISTANT HELICOPTER ROTOR]
Hear what?
The sun must be frying your brain, girlie.
I don't hear anything.
Sounds like a helicopter.
Maybe a search party.
You're imagining things.
Yeah, must be.
Over there, land!
Do you think it's Cat Island?
I can't tell.
It has to be.
There's nothing else around here.
Either way, we have to get off this water
and onto some dry land.
What do we do?
We'll paddle.
Here you go.
Up front.
Gosh.
[GRUNTS]
The current seems to be in our favor.
Stop wasting your energy and stop jabbering.
Just paddle!
I knew we'd make it through this!
[LAUGHS]
[SCREAMS]
Boyd!
No!
[SCREAMS]
Help!
Good riddance.
Keep paddling.
We don't have time to mourn.
I wouldn't anyway.
And then there were two.
Huh?
It's just you and I now.
Yeah, until you decide to kill me.
No, you've got a pretty good arm over there.
And when we get to the island?
That's if we get to the island.
If we get to the island?
We'll just go our separate ways.
Look, I don't want to harm you or anybody.
Didn't seem that way, did it?
Life doesn't always turn out how you plan.
It's funny like that.
You'll see.
You think I always wanted to be a petty crook?
Then why did you?
It is what it is.
I'll own it.
It's my own doing.
Look, you're young.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Mine's over.
[HELICOPTER ROTOR]
Don't tell me I'm imagining that.
You don't hear that?
It looks like a copter.
Maybe it's a Navy chopper.
Finally.
We'll be saved.
Hey, over here!
Wonderful.
25 years in the big house.
Yeah, wonderful.
Over here.
Hey!
Over here.
They've seen us.
We're saved.
It's not looking good.
I think we have ourselves a big problem.
What's the problem, Clark?
Yeah, the painting's missing.
But none of that can be traced back to us.
Not yet anyways.
I knew these guys were going to fumble up this job.
All they had to do was meet us on Cat Island,
give us the painting, they get their cut,
and then we get our cut.
It was simple.
You sure are pretty.
I wouldn't mind being stranded on a desert island with you.
Leave her alone.
[GUNSHOT]
[GASPS]
Oh, no, help him!
Why did you do that?
He came at me!
Shark!
Help!
Help, help!
We need to get the hell out of here!
We're not going anywhere!
The painting's right beneath us!
We're not going anywhere.
What the hell is she going on about?
The man you just shot had the keys in his pocket!
I didn't know, I swear.
And he came at me!
Fucking great.
You certainly are a pretty little thing.
What do you want?
Don't be afraid.
You and I, we're going to be real good friends.
Stop!
Hey!
Let go of her!
Back off, lady!
Her and I were having some fun!
[YELLS]
Destiny!
Help me!
Grab my arm!
What the hell are you doing?
[GROWLS]
It got me!
Help!
It's coming!
Help!
Help me!
[GROWLS]
What the hell are you doing?
She interrupted us!
We were having fun!
Who cares?
We were going to kill them anyway.
I'll show you fun.
You having fun?
Having fun yet?
Huh?
You want to have some fucking fun?
Come on!
[GROWLS]
Pull me out!
The fucking next time I will end your ass!
[COUGHS]
Oh, stop!
Clark, stop it!
Oh, god!
Next time I'll fucking end you!
What happened?
You hit your head.
You've been out cold for a while.
I guess I fell asleep too.
No more rescue copters?
No.
Not going to be one for a while, if that.
You think we should keep paddling out to the island?
We should, but I think we've drifted farther away.
Where do you think it is?
Not far.
Probably beneath us.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
It won't give up.
Never realized sharks held grudges.
I mean, they are the oldest living species.
They've gone through hundreds of millions of years of change.
There's probably so much that humans will never understand.
We can never make it a fraction as far.
Hey, there it is.
It's trying to prevent us from getting to the island.
How the hell does it know our plans?
A shark can't be that smart.
[GROWLS]
What should we do?
What's a shark's weak point?
Uh, a normal shark, it's above the eye.
If you puncture that, it'll pierce the brain cavity.
Then that's what we need to do.
I said a normal shark.
This is not a normal shark.
We have to try.
Look for something sharp or pointed.
Bingo.
Raise some hell.
Make some noise to distract it.
There it is.
Come on, you big ugly fish!
Take this!
Come on!
[GROWLS]
What the hell just happened?
I don't know.
What is that?
Another shark?
I don't know.
Something bad's about to happen.
[GROWLING]
Well, that solves one problem.
Yeah, but now we have another.
Where do you think that came from?
Someone's nightmare.
It looked homemade, stitched together.
I know what that is.
Go on.
That's Sharkenstein.
Sharken what?
You never heard of the legend of Sharkenstein?
No.
I guess I'm about to.
Legend has it a Nazi scientist who
lived offshore was experimenting with Frankenstein's heart
and brain and successfully transplanted it into a shark.
It has to be it.
A tad far fetched, wouldn't you say?
Sure, as believable as being stalked by a prehistoric shark.
Why is it here now?
It was supposedly destroyed, but it appears it survived.
We should get to Cat Island.
Clark, watch out.
[GROWLS]
Now's my chance.
I made it.
You can't get me now.
[GROWLS]
This can't be good.
Like, really?
This is happening?
You will stay down.
[GROWLING]
Surprised to see me, my friend?
I'm so glad that you came along.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
You will come with me.
You would not believe the day I've had.
I am not interested in your problems.
Let me guess, you're the mad scientist.
I am Klaus, a genius, working to further
the interests of my fuhrer.
So the Nazi mad scientist, and you've kept Hitler's brain.
You no doubt have heard about the legendary accomplishments
of myself and my creation.
Not exactly.
Then let me educate you.
I knew that was coming.
I am Klaus.
Said creature is Sharkenstein, decades
worth of experimentation.
I will use it to continue the reign of my fuhrer.
His brain will ultimately be transplanted into someone.
Maybe even you.
I'll pass.
Thanks, though.
You would not be wise to doubt me.
Seems like your pet needs some obedience lessons.
It escaped and injured me, but we will recapture it
and my experiments will continue.
I've had enough of sharks in the last two days, so I'm good.
I think I'm just going to hitch a ride.
You got a phone or something?
You will not be going anywhere.
[GROWLING]
So what's the plan, Von Rickards?
It's Klaus.
The name is Klaus.
Keep your swastika on, pal.
I was only joking.
This is no laughing matter.
A new world order is at hand, and you are lucky enough
to be a part of it.
No more exciting than being on Top Model Tomorrow.
Have you ever seen that show?
Klaus does not watch saccharine-coated TV
programming.
You should get out more.
What are you even fiddling with here?
I'm making fine adjustments to my stun gun
so next time we meet the shark, it will not escape.
I will stun it with this and you and I will bring it back here
for modifications and further experimenting.
Probably an answer I don't want, but what about me?
You will be safe as long as you help me.
Then I will release you.
And how do you plan on finding this Sharkenstein?
It will find us.
When I said help, I didn't exactly have this in mind.
The shark knows you.
It has marked you.
Once it gets your scent, it will be here.
Then I will jump out and stun it.
Don't be taking your time with that.
One last question.
What is it now?
How exactly will it get my scent?
Glad you asked.
It won't be long now, young one.
Where is that blasted beast?
[ANIMAL PANTING]
[SCREAMS]
It's that girl and her silly screaming.
Welcome back, my pet.
The damn sight must be off.
I will not be defeated!
Feets, don't fail me now.
[GROWLS]
Hell, yeah.
Look at this.
[GROWLS]
Is that all you've got?
[SHARK GROWLS]
Is it over?
Is it really over?
[SINISTER MUSIC]
[MUSIC PLAYING]