All language subtitles for Shark.Attack.1.1999.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Hey, what are you do--

What, are you crazy?

Why are you doing this, chief?

Where are you
going, little fish?

Ha!

You can't swim faster than them!

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.

Yeah, Steven, Jim Bookman here.

Listen, it's all
set for Freeport.

I'll see you in--

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.

The number you have reached

is not in service at this time.

Holy cow.

This is big, Jim.

You've already committedto Freeport for a summer.

Yeah.

This is bigger than Freeport.

What about
your dissertation?

You can't keep putting it off.

Freeport's
not going anywhere.

And my dissertation can wait.

Oh, Jesus.

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.

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?

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.

Oh, good morning Mr. Blacktip.

Let's see how your
liver is today.

Whoo.

Tanka, a little help, please.

Thank you.

Aah.

OK.

Let's see here.

Ah, my god.

Oh, my.

Tanka, call the police.

Yes, Dr. Craven.

If there are no fish tocatch, I cannot sell fish.

You don't
have my money.

You've just got togive me some more time, man!

Jan, I've beencarrying you for six months

now.My credit is .

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.

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?

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.

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.

You know, I'm not in
that much of a hurry.

No problem.

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.

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.Come on.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.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.

Oh!

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.

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.

No computer.

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.

What are you doing?

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.

Koisi Lagoon?

Guess I got to make a dive.

Fine.

When do we go?

We?

Forget about it.

You're not diving.
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?

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.

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?

Help!

Shark!

Help!

Don't splash.

Relax!

Take him!

I can't see!

Don't splash.

If you splash, he'll attack.

Don't splash.

Get him to the dock!

Swim, boy!

Swim!

Faster!

It's coming!

Hurry!

Get out of the river!

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?

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.

, 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.

And the shark carvings?

It is only to
remind us fishermen

that only the Khoisan havethe right to catch sharks.

Steven, look.

I thought
we had an agreement!

I changed my mind!

The sharks--
it's too dangerous!

See you at the bottom!

Independent woman, huh?

Tell me about it.

!!

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.

Good idea.

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.

What was that noisecoming from the barrel?

We call it a thumper.

It's a low-end
frequency modulator.

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.

Tanka, let's go!

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.

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.

Well, they are veryprotective of their sharks.

And technically, you
were trespassing.

I don't think Marc's
death was an accident.

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.

Anytime.

Anytime.

That was a quick brush-off.

What do you think he's hiding?

Miles has always beensensitive about his work.

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.

The Khoisan will
not be happy to see us.

Then we won't let them see us.

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.

Takes patience to
be a fisherman, huh?

Gotcha!

Ha, ha!

.

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!

Steven!

Hold it down!

Are you mad?

Just do it!

Corine, more tranquilizer!

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!
I'm spraying!

I'm spraying!
It's too much!

Help!

Steven!

Corine, look out!

Thanks.

No problem.

Not a very sporting
way to kill a fish.

Nice, pal.

.

I'll never get the
stink out of my boat.

- Oh, it's not that bad.- The hell it isn't.

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?

Take a blood
sample, test it.

Tonight?

No, we'll wait till
tomorrow morning.

!

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.

.

I thought Craven hadan arrangement with them.

I guess we're not
part of the staff.

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.

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.

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.

Morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey, take a look at this.

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?

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.

There's Thabo
and his crazy tourists.

Give me your belt.
You're going to be OK.

You're going to be OK.

Don't worry.

Take us back to shore.

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.

You dissected
it right on the boat?

Yes, we did.

The organs were
enlarged beyond belief.

I've never seen ametabolic rate that high.

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.

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.

Thank you.

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?

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.

Oh, Dr. Craven.
Please, come in.

Hello, Mabunda.

Tadesse, I brought you a gift.

Dr. Craven.

How's he doing?

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.

It's happened before.It's details.

Oh, really?
Has it?

I've changed it.

Well, I'm sorry,
that's not good enough.

I've changed the drug.

Just relax.

Look, it--

So how long
have you and Miles

been playing king of the hill?

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.

OK.

Good night.

Steven?

Marc had great respect for you,as a scientist and as a man.

He was a great
judge of character.

Good night.

Good night.

There's another thumper.

Take us closer to thebeach, Mani, about 50 yards.

You got it.

God, this tar is everywhere.

Yeah, it is.

Thumpers and sharks, too.

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.

Oh.

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.

Time to wake up, man.

Are you OK?

My head hurts.

When we hit thewater, dive for the wreck!

Don't stop kicking!What?

Take a deep breath!

Thank you.

Now what?

Um, we-- we follow
the river back to town

and then talk to the police.

Come on.

OK.

Mr. Rhodes.

OK.

Um, thank you.

They're on their way.

Why would they want my slides?

Yeah, they stole
the thumpers, too.

Somebody doesn't want us to--

- 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.

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.

Good.

I'll just be a minute.

Wait!

Where are you going?

Oh!

Come on!

Stop!

Stop!
Stop!

Hey!

We need your help!

Big time.

You're in trouble.

Charlie, take the woods trail.

Freddie, Shumba, head
them off at Fork Creek.

.

Now, I'm a criminal, too.

We have to talk to the
provincial authorities.

It's our word against Miles'--

and the police.

If you go tothe provincial authorities,

you need proof.

Look at my rear window!

We can't just walk
in and ask for it.

You got that right.

Lose these guys, and
let's go get our proof.

!

Dr.
Roper to admitting.

Dr. Roper to admitting.

What do you expectto find in the clinic?

Charts.

Dr. Hendrickson,

please call the pharmacy.

Dr. Hendrickson, please
call the pharmacy.

Pancreatic cancer.

Showed marked improvementafter initial treatment,

but he crashed two weeks later.

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.

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.

OK.
It's secure.

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.

See if there's anything
in the journals.

OK.

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.

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.

Oh!

Get up!

Get up!

Close the damn gate!

Hurry!

Hurry it up!

Welcome back.

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.

They're heading west.

Cut 'em off!

Hold on!

Can't you go any faster?

No.

We're gonna get creamed!

You're right.

Huh?

He's out of bullets!

Reload.

Reload quickly!

Ah!

Slow down!

Slow down!

Steven!

The rocks!

You OK?

Yeah.

Hey, Steven?

Nice one, pal.

Yeah, sure.

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.

So?

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, .

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?

Mr. Rhodes.

What's he doing here?

He must be working with Miles.

Wait a minute.

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.

Steven.

What are you doing?

That's locked!

I'm calling Mr. Rhodes.

Keep her company.

We're going to find help here?

That's right.

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.

The problem is oil.

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.

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.

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?

There's the signal!

Gun it!

This has been
quite entertaining.

But I'm afraid it's
time for you all to die.

Kill them.

Burn the whole place down.

Santa Maria!

Don't disappoint me this time.

Wait up, Mabunda!

Ah!

You OK, Mani?

Steven!

Steven!

Steven!

Steven!

Ah!

Oh!

Ow!

Ha!

I enjoyed feeding your
brother to the sharks.

You see?

I wasn't such a bad guy.

I know.

Come on.

Let's go.

I know.

MR.Get up!

Give me your hand.

Your hand.

Give me your hand.

Rhodes did this?

.

You-- you drive like a madman.

I drive like a madman?

Very scary.

Now you
know how it feels.

I'd help you carry, but, uh--

Yeah, I know.

You're not a taxi
driver anymore.

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.

Mm, no problem.

.

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.