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Narrator:
The great white shark,

carcharodon carcharias.

Common names:
"White death," "man-eater."

Distribution:
Worldwide but rare.

Color: Slate blue above,
white underside.

Remarks: Most dangerous
cold-blooded predator.

Accredited with more attacks
on boats and men

than any other shark.

This 16-and-one-half-foot,
3,500 pound great white

was harpooned by a fisherman.

In June 1959,
Robert l. Pamperin

was swallowed whole
by a great white shark

off LA jolla, California.

In August 1967, Robert bartle
was bitten in two

by a great white shark at
jurien bay, Western Australia.

In April 1969, a movie crew
arrives in South Africa

determined to find
the great white shark

and to film it underwater.

( Indistinct chatter )

Narrator:
The terrier viii is loaded
at durban, South Africa.

The expedition will spend
the next five months

aboard this
158-foot steamship.

Leader of the expedition,
Peter gimbel.

Buoyancy chamber
of the diver's elevator

with the choke
installed inside it.

Narrator:
Gimbel is one of the five
diver photographers.

He was the first man
to photograph

the sunken Andrea doria.

Just treat them like eggs.

Narrator:
Diver Stan waterman with
the captain of the port.

Stan is an underwater
photographer and lecturer.

How many of these
were in the fleet?

We went out into
the coral sea, actually,

and when we finished there,
we came to Africa

to work for Americans.
That seems strange.

Narrator: Valerie Taylor,
three-time Australian

ladies' spearfishing champion
and one of two

Australian divers
on the expedition.

The film came out very well.

Narrator:
This is tom chapin,
a member of the surface crew.

Tom is a folk singer.

A press conference
just before sailing.

Now I want to
tell you very quickly

what we're trying to do
off durban.

We're looking for the animal

that I think
is considered to be

the most dangerous predator
still living in the world,

the great white shark,

which attacks the carcasses
of the killed whales

in the Indian ocean on
the whaling grounds off here

and in the last 10 days,

has taken five sperm whales
over 40 feet in length

and removed from them
all the meat down to the spine

in a matter of six
or seven hours.

Peter lake:
Right, see you later.

( All laugh )

And...

narrator:
Peter lake,
still photographer.

We'll be protecting ourselves

with these fragile
little birdcages.

And I don't have
anything else to say,

so I would like
to answer questions

or let my colleagues
answer them.

I would never consider
going in the water

outside of this cage
with them, ever.

Narrator:
Phil clarkson,
diving coordinator.

Now, if you see
a 20-foot shark...

narrator: Ron Taylor,
the only one of the divers

who has actually seen
a great white shark.

It ran its teeth along.

And you could hear...

in the water,
my head was in the water...

and I could hear the teeth
grating along the mesh.

And he just didn't put
any pressure on it at all.

Narrator:
Ron was world spearfishing
champion in 1965.

Ron and Valerie are married
and work as a team.

The same as if a shark
bites onto a hook.

If he actually bites onto
a hook, he'll spit it out,

'cause he can feel
the metal in it.

If it's steel,
he doesn't like it.

But if it's a bone or
something that he's used to,

I think... this is aluminum,
it's not steel.

It may have a different
effect on the shark.

( Laughs ) I hope not.

But he has the biting power
to get through it.

I'd say so, yeah.
Those big triangular teeth
would cut through that.

'Cause that's tubular,
isn't it?

Right.

Look here.
All full there.

And beyond, on the other side,

under the boat deck,
same thing.

- Are you pleased
with your boat?
- Yeah, I like it.

- We thought it was
absolutely super.
- Yeah.

¶ The South wind is calling ¶

¶ come along, come along ¶

¶ the anchor is weighing ¶

¶ come along, come along ¶

¶ the cry of the wind ¶

¶ the smell of running sea ¶

¶ golden days
and balmy nights ¶

¶ have a hold on me ¶

¶ my love, I'll be leaving ¶

¶ do you mind?
Do you mind? ¶

¶ please do not be grieving ¶

¶ do you mind?
Do you mind? ¶

¶ I will be back ¶

¶ when springtime is here ¶

¶ do not be sad, my love ¶

¶ 'tis only for a year ¶

¶ the South wind is calling ¶

¶ come along ¶

¶ come along. ¶

narrator:
The search begins
on the whaling grounds

100 Miles off durban.

Sharks attracted
by harpooned whales

infest these waters.

The terrier follows
the whaling fleet.

Waterman:
How far ahead of us
are the whaling ships now?

- Pardon?
- How far ahead of us
are the other ships now?

Oh, they're about 25...

25 Miles I should say.

But on this bearing,
east of us.

- They are east of us.
- Yeah.

Gimbel:
Number 29 up there.
Is she chasing?

Waterman:
Yeah, she's chasing.

Gimbel:
Let's follow him.

Clarkson:
There's whales.
Up there.

There again.

Yeah, three or four
of 'em up there.

There, there.

Ah, yes.
Yeah, I see it.

Well, they oughta
get a shot at him soon

if the whale's
big enough to shoot at.

He's in range now.

( Harpoon guns firing )

They shot him!
They shot him!

( Men shouting )

( Speaks foreign language )

Did they get him?

( Harpoon gun fires )

Clarkson:
They got that one
in the lungs.

Watch when he spouts,
he's spouting blood.

Look at that, ooh.

Now what are they gonna do?

- They gonna pump air
in him now?
- Yeah.

Yeah. They got the air hose
in there now.

- And then they'll
buoy it, huh?
- Right.

Pick it up tonight
and tow it ashore to
the whaling station.

Clarkson:
Well, that one oughta attract
sharks with all that blood.

You know, they're
extraordinary creatures.

Marvelously intelligent.

The rate they're
being hunted now,

they'll be extinct
before we really come
to understand them.

Man:
There's a shark.

Whitetip, right under the bow.

Coming along stern.

Clarkson:
Oh, it's there.
There's the other one.

There's another one.
There's another one.

There are four down here now.
Four sharks.

Now I've lost the other two.
Like trying to count chickens.

There's definitely four.

There are four sharks.

Taylor:
And inside this mechanism,
there's a firing pin.

And if any sharks come
too close or look dangerous,

you simply pull
the safety catch out

and ram the head
against the shark.

What size cartridge is that?

20 gauge.
It's really deadly.

Don't you find, sir,
that a punch on the nose

- with your bare fist...
- Yes.

Those brutes can't stand
that kind of rough treatment.

Lake:
How do you do that when
you're holding a camera?

Well, you're gonna use
the fire cylinder first.

- You turn this one off
and turn this one on.
- Yeah.

We have to keep it fended
off the side of the boat

and keep it from swinging.
You got the hook there?

Okay. All right.

Two, four, six.
Stan's gonna need more.

What's he got?
He's got two, three.

Nine and 12.

- Phil! Let's go.
- Yeah.

No.

Gimbel:
Hey, matthiessen.

Is that camera lashed in?

I had a knife once, and it
was so stuck in its sheath,

it would have taken me
10 minutes to get it out

if the big fella
had come nosing around.

Valerie:
And that would have
been just too late.

Would have been late.

Lake:
And what do you suppose

you would have done
with that butter knife?

Gimbel:
Which camera's going, Ron?

Uh, this one here.

( Grunts )

Taylor:
Greedy albatrosses.

Ron, you go in
with Stan and I'll go
in the other cage.

- Okay, Ron?
- Okay.

Gimbel:
Our first dive.

100 Miles at sea.

6,000 feet to the bottom.

( Air tank hisses )

These sharks are eight
to 12 feet long

and weigh up to 1,200 pounds.

We look around
for a great white.

Here, a dusky shark.

A great blue.

A whitetip oceanic
surrounded by pilot fish.

Sound travels four and a half
times faster underwater

than in air,
and it carries far.

The death throe vibrations
of the whales

attract sharks from Miles away.

These cages don't need
connections to the surface.

They can be controlled
from inside

to descend or rise or
to hover at any depth.

We descend.

As the sharks approach,
they pick up the blood scent

and follow that to its source,

where, finally,
they're guided by sight.

Sharks of the open sea,
like these,

have no air bladder
to buoy them,

and they must keep moving
all their lives or sink.

Those brutes can't stand
that kind of rough treatment.

Sharks are a very successful
form of life.

They've changed little in
100 million years.

They always seem to bump
before they bite.

It looks like a test

to see how much resistance
they're going to run into.

With this amount of food
in the water,

we expect a great white.

But he doesn't come.

No great white.

Mostly whitetip oceanics,
a few great blues,

and one shark that I
have never seen anything
like in my life.

It's got a sort of
a sickle dorsal fin,

like a female killer whale.

I don't know
what the hell it is.

I have no idea.

You can't count them because
there are that many around.

But you've gotta watch out
you don't put your arms or legs
through the side of the cage.

Gimbel:
They were really bumping
the cages, weren't they?

Well, I reckon
if the cage wasn't there,

they'd get you for sure.

Man on radio:
Strong southeast winds

are forecast
tonight and tomorrow.

Gimbel:
Let's run back to durban
and get some rest

and give it another try
when the weather breaks.

Waterman:
There are lots of ways
to find adventure

and excitement in the ocean.

I think that Peter

and Ron and myself and Valerie,

of course, working hand in glove
with Ron as she does,

have gradually
found our courses

narrowing down onto sharks.

This charisma that they have,

making them the last
of the great predators,

makes them the big...
the big thing in the sea.

The big challenge.

Narrator:
The day's catch
is towed to durban.

( Whistle blows )

Man on radio:
No whales have been
sighted today.

Waterman:
They're never gonna
be able to spot whales

with these whitecaps.

Taylor:
Is there anything we can do
without the whales?

Any deep drifts at all, or...

if we had the underwater
noise generator,

I suppose we could,
but we don't.

Taylor:
How would it be if we
went down in the cages

and just made some
noise rattling the bars
or something like this

to see if those whitetips
will come around

or if any other shark
will come around?

Gimbel:
We could do that.

Be better than nothing,
wouldn't it?

Narrator:
Two weeks of discouragement,

rough seas,

no whales.

Finally, a break
in the weather.

( Harpoon gun fires )

This one ought to bring sharks.

Yeah. Aw, yeah.

Oh, yes, there's a lot
of blood around that one.

For the first time
in two weeks,

we've got everything
going for us, right?

Weather, water clarity,

sharks, and the right whale.

Let's start getting
the underwater lights
ready right away.

We'll figure on a dive tonight.

We can't afford
any light failures.

- Hey, Peter?
- Yeah.

They started feeding already.

Yeah, I know.

Narrator:
The great white shark
had not appeared by day.

Night may be the time.

¶ I'm going where them
chilly winds don't blow ¶

¶ gonna find my true love ¶

¶ that's where I want to go ¶

¶ out where them chilly winds ¶

¶ don't blow ¶

¶ out where them chilly
winds don't blow ¶

¶ wish I was a headlight ¶

¶ on a westbound train ¶

¶ I'd shine my light on ¶

¶ cool Colorado rain ¶

¶ out where them chilly
winds don't blow ¶

¶ out where them chilly
winds don't blow ¶

¶ I'm going where them
chilly winds don't blow ¶

¶ gonna find my true love ¶

¶ that's where I want to go ¶

¶ out where them chilly
winds don't blow ¶

¶ out where them chilly
winds don't blow. ¶

- waterman: Hey, hey, look!
- Gimbel: Come here.

Gimbel: Come on, Ron.
Let's get the cameras
in the cage.

- Here he comes.
- Look at that.

Taylor:
There's fish
in them waters!

Waterman:
Mother of Jesus, will you
look at that action.

This certainly beats
the decadent nightclub life.

In what way?

I mean the ill health
that accompanies

dancing, drinking and dicing
until late at night.

Here we are, sport diving.

Sport diving at 2:00
in the morning.

This keeps you fit as a fiddle.

Hey, the lights went out!

Hey, lean over here.
The cages.

Damn, they shorted out again.

They're gonna have to come up.

- Hey, Stuart.
- Both cages are out.

Stuart, what are we gonna do?

How come the lights
are out this time?

Oh, we got trouble now.

- They'll have to come up.
- Try to reset it.

Get that cable over here.
Bring that set of lights.

How deep are they?

Shine it around the whale.

That's it, over by the whale.

Yeah, shine the light
over there.

Keep an eye on 'em.
Make sure they don't
drift away.

Chapin:
There, there they are.

Out there, right there.

Gimbel:
Very unfriendly
down there in the dark.

There must be 20 tons
of sharks down there.

Lake: How many?
Could you count 'em?

There's no way to
count them, no way.

They were in crisscross
layers down below.

I don't have any idea.

That blue shark
was on the other side

taking great mouthfuls,

and the whitetips
were on the other side.

His head was about halfway
in through the window,

and I was looking for
something to bat it with.

And I finally... I finally
just held up a flipper.

Put my foot up
and pushed his nose.

Stan, if there's a great
white anywhere around,

don't you think
he'll be here by tomorrow?

I think...
you know this is gonna be

the only whale in the area
tomorrow morning.

I think he'll be here,
I really do.

I'm only worried that they eat
the whole thing tonight.

( Hissing )

Hey, listen, kiddo.

Don't you think that we could
get out of these cages

and go among the sharks?

If there are just
two or three we might.

But, uh...

if we're leaving the cages
just to get better pictures
of the sharks,

couldn't we just tie the cages
closer to the whales?

If there are as many as
there are around today,

I think it would be
a bit risky.

I've been watching the pattern,

and I think that we can do it.

And I don't think
that it's a wild risk.

And we're never
gonna get the pictures

by tying up close to the whale

that we'll get if we go out
and swim with them.

What do you think, Ron?

Yeah, I think we could get out.

Seems to me the crucial thing

is that when those sharks

bump into us,
and we know they will,

that we react strongly.

Because if they take you
for something in distress

or dead, if you don't react,
they're gonna bite.

We know that, we've seen it.

We oughta swing it
a little more out.

Let's go.

All right, are we ready here?

Run it out just a little.

Run it out.
All the way out.

Waterman: Easy, Phil.
They're pretty edgy.

Let's go, Peter.
Let's get this in the water.

- Let's move.
- Takes time.

Okay, back up.
Now bring the line
up this way.

Hold onto it until...
not yet, not yet, not yet.

Is that camera slated?

The first...
the one earlier today is.

Is that the one?

I don't know.
Is that camera slated?

You have to ask Peter lake.
I don't know.

Let's write one up.

We don't even know
what camera it was.

Well, we can work it out.

Well, we know what...
we know what that is.

And we know what the one
is that we were using

this morning.

I wouldn't give you a damn
for this hustling, you know?

No.

You lose more bloody time than
anybody can afford to lose.

- By hurrying.
- That's right.
This hustle up.

Those sharks are gonna
be there till we're all
dead and gone.

Lot of time it'll save
if the cage sinks.

Has that cage been checked out?

Clarkson:
Yes, this morning,
it was ready.

They've always gotta
be checked out before
they go in the water.

Well, neither one of them
was this morning, then.

Right.

Phil, I can't hustle like that.

- I can't make it like that.
- Okay. Okay.

We're going in the water
with two cages

that haven't been checked out.

If I bring it over,
you want to take it out?

That's what we oughta do.

That's really
what we oughta do.

But we won't.

- We'll go in like that.
- Okay.

- All right.
- Okay.

Waterman:
Are you going insane?

- Gimbel: No.
- Waterman: Screw you.

Narrator:
None of the divers
nor anyone they know

has ever been outside of
a cage among feeding sharks.

Oh, you wouldn't believe.

You couldn't believe.

It was fantastic.

Everything happened.

I hit the whale and
blood went everywhere.

Stan and Peter were Miles away.

They were just
surrounded by sharks.

Look, there must have
been a dozen sharks

charging in on them
all at once.

As Peter said, he just kept
his finger on the button

and spun in circles.
That's all he could do.

The thing is you can't
possibly keep an eye

on what's happening.

And so they're just
all over you.

You know what I mean now, Stan?

Coming over your shoulders,
turning in back of you.

You gotta have
a sense of well-being.

Oh! What makes you
think I have a sense
of well-being?

Because you did.
We both had it, Stan.

You couldn't
stand it otherwise.

Waterman: I was
watching for whitey.

Gimbel:
I was, too. Plenty.

I thought with that day's
activity, if he was gonna
come, he would.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Well, I think we'll get him
in the Mozambique channel.

- I really do.
- Well, next stop.

So, the rendezvous
is delayed, that's all.

( Chuckles )

¶ Someone keeps
calling my name ¶

¶ someone keeps
calling my name ¶

¶ or is it just
the rustling of the wind? ¶

¶ or is it just
that I need a friend? ¶

gimbel:
When I was filming blue
sharks in the Atlantic,

you could... you could
watch the blue sharks

and they always eventually
worked into a pattern

that we've seen on this trip.

Um, they bump whatever it was
that they were gonna take,

whatever the bait was
if the bait was big.

And then they'd bite.

But they're not nearly
as heavy a shark...

not really as rugged as
the sharks we've seen here.

Not as well-armed, but...

but the behavior was
very close to this.

They were open-ocean sharks,
and so are these.

I always thought the sharks
would eat someone else if they
were gonna eat somebody.

They weren't going to eat me.

I guess we all think like that
or we wouldn't go down.

If you thought you were going
to be attacked and eaten,

you wouldn't go into the water.

Taylor:
In several cars I've
been in minor accidents,

I've had great fear.

But that same sort of fear

doesn't come underwater
with sharks.

It's another type
of apprehension,

or fear if you
might call it fear.

You sort of convince yourself

that there isn't any danger.

So when you look back

on having done
something like that,

it's just...

you sort of wonder how
you got out of it alive.

Gimbel:
Boy, you've seen me
come out of the water

and say, "look, I just
didn't have it today."

I was nervous,
I didn't feel like diving,

the sharks made me nervous,

I couldn't concentrate
on the camera.

There's no shame in that.

Not for me, there isn't.

I'm not interested
in taking risks.

I'm interested in seeing
whether all of us can perform

a tough job and calculate it
so coolly and so accurately

that we can bring it off.
That's all.

I know if the whale
hadn't been there

for the sharks to feed on,
they'd have attacked us.

It was just that they had
something bigger and better
to eat than us.

Can't be completely what
protected us because

I remember too distinctly
minutes, and hours even,

when the sharks seemed
disinterested in the whale

and keenly interested in us.

The action, among other
things, is too fast

to indulge in
philosophical thoughts

about why am I here.

Nor would I, at any time,

swap...

The kind of activity
that we're having.

Exposed to some risk,

but marvelous adventure withal.

Taylor:
I believe it's human nature

for someone to try
and achieve the ultimate.

Just like trying to climb
the highest Mountain

or drive a motorcar the fastest

or even to dive to the depths
of the ocean.

And going out into the water

with a shark that's feeding

is something that nobody else
has ever done before,

and that's just about
the ultimate.

Gimbel:
I would hope that when
the great white comes along,

we'll either be in the cages
or damn close to them,

because I myself don't
want to test theories
on the great white

until I've had a good chance
to look him over.

Narrator:
The terrier steams north

between Africa and Madagascar.

Charting a course to
the isolated islands

of the Mozambique channel.

Europa, Juan de nova,
astove, aldabra,

St. Lazarus bank,
Grande comore.

I'm amazed that there's nobody
there on the beach.

You suppose they're
hiding their women?

Yes, from you.

Gimbel:
Hello.

Look.

Something under you that
says "made in Japan."

( Men laugh )

( Animal chittering )

I claim this land in
the name of John Lindsay.

Back, you brute!

Narrator:
After three weeks
in the islands

without a sign
of the great white shark,

the terrier approaches
Grande comore.

Vailheu shoal lies 10 Miles
to the west.

Gimbel:
The only people
that I know of

that have ever dived this place

are a few French guys
over there on French comoro.

( Speaking French )

It was a shark
that put his head

out of the water and attacked.

- Oh, my God.
- Then attacked.

Must have been a white.

The only one I can think
of that would do that.

( Speaking French )

( Man speaking French )

There were five pirogues
with two men each.

Three men returned.
The other seven were killed.

Waterman:
God, that's unprecedented.

- Or drowned.
- Yeah.

But imagine one shark
attacking more than one boat.

- Hmm.
- Only a white
could be that mean.

Stan, with this current,

how you got the safety
lines rigged?

Well, I put out
an extra long one,

120 feet, double the 60-foot
length from the ladder.

When I lowered the 60-foot,
it went immediately under
the boat

and was taken out
with the current.

I think we've got a hell of
a current running today.

Gimbel:
When we come up,
we oughta crawl

along the bottom
so we're well up-current,

'cause once we
leave the bottom,

we'll get swept down
toward the boat.

Peter lake, you get that?
Current's like a river.

Good luck keeping somebody
on the lookout here.

'Cause I couldn't have
gotten up without some help.

There's a real strong
current down there.

I've gotta go back down.

They're shooting a barracuda.

( Valerie shouting )

I only see three people.

Get Stan some help!

Yeah, some help.
Where is everybody?

Get some guys to help us.

Can I get somebody for
the camera, please?

Where's the crew?!

Thank you.

The current's so strong.

Peter's gonna need some help
with his camera here.

Got that?
The current...

there's a shocking current.

We could barely
swim against it.

Gimbel:
Where's lake?

Where's lake?
He missed the line.

If we lose sight of him,
we'll never find him.

We were down-current
and I saw Peter lake.

He started to swim in,
and I watched him

'cause he started to swim
up from down-current

and that's a bad thing to do.

But I saw him reach
the back of the boat.

And I thought,
"oh, he's all right."

Clarkson:
Did he get carried away?

Valerie:
He didn't listen
to what Peter said.

He came up from where
we were down-current...

and I saw him at the boat.

I looked when I got on
and he wasn't there.

Ron, try to get
that outboard started.

Clarkson:
There. There's his flare.

His flare's out.

Keep your eye on that spot.

I thought Peter lake
was onboard.

And he wasn't, he...

they'll pick him up.
They're bringing him in.

I don't know how
he got out there.

'Cause he definitely was
to the boat at one stage.

He wasn't on the ladder,
but he was

only a few feet away.

Always wanted to
get rescued at sea.

Those giant squid
had me worried though.

I really expected
to find that white line
right under the prop.

And it was just hanging
right by the ladder.

Gimbel:
You mean straight down
by the ladder?

Yeah.
Where did you find it?

Well, it went...
it angled under the hull.

Waterman:
If you bastards stand there
with a camera again

when we're trying to get up
that ladder and need help,

we're going to pull you
right down with us.

- Camera and all.
- Valerie: Camera and all.

Christ, I was frustrated.

There wasn't a soul there.

And here they were, "tom,
is your sound all right?

Let me check my aperture.

What are you giving it?"
Help!

You know,
it's easy to be relaxed

when you're being
swept out to sea.

There's nothing you can do.

It was a great island, kiddo.

- Valerie: Ron?
- But let's go.

( Man singing in
foreign language )

Narrator:
The expedition arrives

at the village of batticaloa,
on the east coast of ceylon.

What's the biggest shark
that they've ever gotten
in this village, Rodney?

Narrator:
Rodney jonklaas,

ceylonese diver and biologist.

( Speaks foreign language )

He says between 3,000
and 4,000 pounds.

Gimbel:
How long was he?

He said as big as his boat,
which is about

16 feet.

Gimbel:
They believe that dhavala mora
comes in as close in

as the hermes is,
five Miles out?

Quite possible?

Here, Billy.
Come on.

Billy. Billy.

Good, Billy.

Come on, Billy.
Very good, Billy.

Narrator:
The terrier lies at anchor

five Miles east of batticaloa,

over the wreck of the British
aircraft carrier hermes,

sunk by the Japanese in 1942.

All wrecks attract sea life,
and this one,

resting at the edge of
the continental shelf,

lures fish from the ocean deep.

Now, here's what
we propose to do.

What we're trying
to accomplish is get
the heavy anchor chain

from the terrier
shackled into a point

as near the bow of the hermes
as we possibly can.

Gimbel:
You know that we've got
a hell of a current

running here on this wreck,
and we can't use the cages

until we've got our lines down.

I think our main problem is
that we're going to 170 feet

to get these lines shackled in,

and we've got a problem
on decompression here,

a problem with bends
unless we're very careful.

Stan had the bends
a few years back,

and both his legs were
paralyzed for several weeks.

So keep an eye on your time
and your depth.

Gimbel:
After a 20-minute dive
to 170 feet,

we have to ascend in stages,

taking 22 minutes
to reach the surface.

This decompression should
eliminate excess nitrogen

in our bodies.

If too much nitrogen remains,
bubbles may form

that force tissues apart

and can double
a man over in pain.

Bent victims
gave the condition
its name, the bends.

It can cause paralysis
and death.

- What's happening?
- Peter's in trouble.

He's, I think...
he might be slightly bent,
we don't know.

Can you get someone
to send a tank over?

- Where does it go?
- Get the tank.

Someone's got the bends.

Christ, you just threw it over?

Lake:
Did he get it?

I don't know, but I
hope it doesn't sink.

- If it does, we'll
throw another one.
- He got it.

There, I think
Peter's coming up.

Tell lake to break those
lines on the compressor.

- Get the chamber ready.
- The recompression chamber?

Yes, and put him
in the chamber!

Get that recompression
chamber ready!

Valerie, what's happened?

Has Peter gone down again?

Well, he came up too quick.

I don't know why he
just suddenly came up
when he shouldn't have.

- Who is it, Valerie?
- It's Peter.

Is he gonna use the chamber

or should we
bring him more air?

30 feet for three minutes.

20 feet for 21 minutes,

and 10 feet for 37 minutes.

- And that oughta do it.
- For what, Phil?

What's that for?

That's if they've
been down to 180 feet

for longer than
they should have been.

But why Peter have it
more than I should have.

Lake:
I don't understand.
I really don't.

Neither do I.

He didn't stay any longer
last dive, did he?

- The first dive you took?
- No, no.

We came up at the same time.

He was down longer,
though, today.

It doesn't take much.

As a matter of fact,
I was down the least long,

because I took so long
to get down, you see.

My God, I'll bet
that's the difference.

Send down another tank!

- You got the tank?
- Yeah.

Lake:
If he's pain-free
at 30 feet,

we're gonna have to
work him up awful slowly.

Here he comes.

Lake:
All right, just stay
on the surface

for another three minutes.

Long time coming.

Boy, I know what you mean.

Man.

- Are you chilled?
- Yeah.

It felt as if somebody
had put a hypodermic needle

about as big around
as your little finger

right into the middle
of the joint

and was pumping it up
as fast as possible.

Just exploding
the whole thing, literally,

- with pressure.
- My God.

Same bloody way,
all the way to the bottom.

What do you think it was,
20 feet of visibility
down there?

- Oh, I don't know.
- Huh?

Everything was terrible.

I'm with you.

How'd you like that one?

Oh, boy. Oh.

Damn cable's cut.

Taylor:
Yeah, I'll say.

Right in half.

How many volts we got
going through those?

115 volts through both cables.

It doesn't take a big
cable to kill you.

No, it takes more...

and if anybody down there
gets a shock,

you'll have to bring them
right up and then they'll
get the bends.

I mean, you're asking for it.

We've used up a week,
and what have we got?

The water clarity stinks,

the current is unworkable
with the cages,

there aren't any sharks,

and things aren't gonna change.

We oughta get outta here.

Phil, I just can't predict
it like that, I'm sorry.

And I won't... I'm not going
to accept these predictions.

I still think we can
attract a great white shark
to this wreck.

Here's what I thought would
work very well this morning...

to take a big team

down to the shallowest
surface of the wreck.

I presume Mr. lake
would like to take pictures
of the whole thing.

- Yep.
- That accounts
for six people

and no diver on the surface,

which doesn't make me
particularly happy.

Well, we don't
have that problem

since you're going to
be on the surface.

- Well...
- Because none of us
is going to dive

if you dive.

When did you take that poll?

Shortly ago.

Waterman:
The conditions
are so rotten here.

Clarkson:
Peter, it's really time
to give up on this one.

Well,

where does that
leave for us to try?

Well, like I said before,

I know a place where
big game fishermen

and abalone divers have
seen them on many occasions.

And I've seen them there
twice myself.

And I think if you want them,

you're going to
have to go there.

And that's dangerous reef.

South Australia.

Gimbel:
Boy, that's a long way
from here.

Taylor:
Yep. But I think
if you want them,

that's where you're
going to have to go.

( Birds squawking )

Valerie:
Hello, darling.

Hello.
Come on.

( Squawking )

Hello there.
Hello there.

( Louder ) Hello.

Wake up!

Little filly, wake up.

That's it.
It's all right.

- Oh, dear.
- Oh.

( Barking )

Valerie:
Oh, he got a fright.

Taylor: Oh!

Yeah, he got a fright, Valerie.

( Chuckles )

Oh, dear.
That was...

the worst nightmare
he's ever had, Stan.

( Bird squawking )

We can get old animals,
farm animals.

- Horses or whatever.
- Taylor: Yeah, yeah.

Sheep, goat. And...

we can get as much whale oil
as we want, right?

We can get a fair bit
at this time.

And what we're talking
about doing is, you know,

constructing, in various
ways, a whale carcass.

- That's right.
- We're getting the red meat,

we're putting the blubber
over by dripping the oil.

I think we oughta also

put in an order and
put a man on the job

at the abattoirs here
to can up all their blood.

- We've got to
lay it on a bit, right?
- Right.

So, let's leave it that way

and just write the order
the way you want it.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Taylor:
Not for you, seagull.

I can remember a picture
vividly...

narrator:
Rodney fox,
Australian diver.

One of the few people
to survive the attack

of a great white shark.

My legs and arms dropped back
along the shark's body.

And I just remember
how leisurely and easily

his tail was going
through the water,

and yet there was a great
swirling around my ears,

like I was doing
a tremendous speed.

I tried as hard as I could

to find his eyes
and gouge in them.

Gimbel did you reach his eyes?

I'm not too sure.
It all happened in
such a split second.

I was hitting and gouging,

not knowing exactly
where they were,

when he pulled off and let go.

I instinctively thrust out
with my right hand

to push it off and
get it away further,

and it disappeared
about a foot into its mouth.

And I could feel
the razor-sharp teeth

just tearing over
the tendons and top

as it was pushed in.

So I immediately
dragged my arm out.

And cut the whole
underside of it

over the teeth pulling it away.

- Good lord.
- That's that?

Yeah, that's the scars there.

- There.
- Good lord.

I've got dozens of little...

you know how many stitches
they put into you?

Not exactly.
I had 94 in my hand.

They stitched up a lot of
the ribs together first.

And then all of the muscles.

And then they pull the skin
over the whole lot.

Covered it up as well.

And then I realized
straightaway

the next thing,
that I needed air.

So I pushed off,
went up to the surface,

got one breath of air,
looked down,

and I've got this picture
today of the red blood

and this great big
black conical head

coming up towards me.

And that's when I thought
I was really gone.

Because I had...
it was coming up
to attack again

and I had nothing
to defend myself with.

And very luckily,
it must have decided

to clean up the little bits
first, 'cause then

it went to the float that
I was towing behind me.

I remember floating
up to the surface,

and immediately
I'm hitting the surface.

The boat saw all
the blood in the water,

and before I even yelled out
"shark," which I did twice,

they were on their way
to pick me up.

Taylor:
I think the great white shark
bites without hesitation.

Gimbel:
You mean it just
would come in?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

That's the scary part.

And this visibility here
is nowhere near as good

as in the Indian ocean.

We'll only have about
40 foot visibility here,

whereas in the Indian ocean
we had over 100 foot.

So one can come out of
the gloom very quickly.

Well, we'll see.

Gimbel:
You just want about two cups
of whale oil in there.

- Yeah.
- At any time.

Yeah, just enough to
keep that little drip...

consistent drip going
in the water all the time.

It leaves a good slick
for the bait and follow.

It's been a cold summer, Peter.

Water may be too cold for 'em.

Man on radio:
This is adelaide radio.

Adelaide radio, adelaide radio.

Forecast: Northeast
to northerly winds,

reaching 20 to 30 knots
in the Western part.

Gimbel:
Has anything
hit it yet, Ron?

No, not yet.

Gimbel;
What about it, Stan?

No, they haven't been
touched at all.

- None of them?
- No.

Anyone checked it?
Anyone checked that bait?

Waterman:
Something took it.

Taylor:
Yeah, something has
taken it, all right.

Have you looked
at the line?
Is it cut?

- Yeah, it's cut.
- Huh? Did you see
it, Peter?

( Gulls squawking )

Here he comes.

Taylor:
Here he comes in now.

He's right in them bubbles.

- There he is.
- It's great white.

( Men laugh, cheer )

Taylor:
Now he's following it.

He's feeling it.
Oh, that's a beauty.

Whoa!

Whoo!
Holy smokes!

Lake:
Have a little salt water.

Well, he's a 14-footer
right there.

Gimbel:
Come on, let's get dressed.

Let's go, come on, come on.

Here we go.

Let's go.

Lake:
Anyone care for
a quick dip?

Rodney?

Have two salmon down here,
pretty quick.

Straightaway, please.

Boy, he almost sunk the boat.

Yeah, he got jammed
between the cages
and got frightened.

Lake:
Hey, look, if you
get a picture,

I want to get in
right away, okay?

What do you mean
if we get a picture?

- Well, I mean,
leave some room for me.
- Yeah.

We give him his first taste.
He's a little bit scary.

We'll drop this
out on the float.

And you reckon once
he's had a mouthful,

he'll get his nerve up?

Well, generally,
after they've had a taste,

they start really
to tear into things

and really start to be active.

And then you'll let us
get in the water.

I'll push you.

- Waterman: You may have to.
- ( All chuckle )

Gimbel:
Well, I still haven't
seen that Mr. big.

- Did you hear him?
- Valerie: Oh, he's big,
all right.

I heard all of you
yelling and howling.

Waterman:
And he also acts
like no other shark.

On the surface.
My gosh.

- What'd he do?
- Well, he was half...

his back heaved right up
out of the water completely.

- Just great, wild thrashing.
- Is he fat?

Oh, fat and thick and heavy.

Taylor:
He was long and fat.

Gimbel:
How come you
were back here?

'Cause that's my job.

Come on, you were here
photographing.

Valerie:
He was just beautiful.

- Ian, do you see him?
- Coming straight to you.

- Here he comes.
- Fox: Might be another one.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Taylor:
Pull it in, pull it in.
Slowly, slowly.

Gimbel:
Oh, God.

A little one?
Are you kidding?

He's gotta be better than 12.

Whew.

Fox:
Keep it going, fellas.
Keep it moving.

Here he comes.

Gimbel:
Oh, man.

Oh, he's gotta be 12.

Fox:
Oh, yeah, at least 12.
Look at him.

Ooh!

Look at him hit the damn boat.

He's still here.

Better get the cage ready
and order another boat.

But he's more than 12.

- He's 12 anyhow, right?
- Fox: He's a big shark.

Who can I give a hand?

( Indistinct chatter )

What's he doing, Rodney?

Lining up the cage
with a real big lunge.

He's putting his nose
right up against the bars.

I think he's
bending 'em out and all.

Valerie:
Oh, be quiet, Rodney!
Go away.

Go move the cage so it isn't
too close to the other.

Clarkson:
Who's going in
first, Peter?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Who?
- Me!

Don't get in my way.
I'm going to start
shooting right away.

But stop it as the water
gets up to about here,

because I want to clean
my mask and clean the camera.

All right.

- Let it go.
- Oh, boy, look what's
down there.

Fox:
Christ, he's a big one.

He must be 16 feet long.

Whoo!

Boy, what action.

Right here.
Right here, look, look.

Hey!

That's a close-up shot.

Look, there's two.
Two!

Good luck, Stan.

Here he comes now.
Right up.

Oh, he's got some scars
on his head.

I bet gimbel's demented
with joy in there.

Right up towards the cage.

- That's Ron.
- Valerie: Get back in Ron.

Silly fool.
I don't know what he's
doing out of the cage.

- Where is he?
- There, look at him,

sitting on top of the cage.

What's he doing that for?

They're both out of the cage
by the look of it now.

Clarkson:
Put a line over here.

All right.

I've got your tank.

Waterman:
Our line was damaged
by the shark.

- Yes, we know.
- We're gonna get your line.

Here's your chance to tell Ron.

Right, tell Ron... tell Ron
he's gonna get taken

if he keeps jumping
out of that cage.

Our line was bitten
in two by the shark,

and we have no connection
to the ship.

Will you throw us a line?

- Fox: Coming over now.
- Okay.

Never was an animal
like that, never.

( Hissing )

The power
and the aggressiveness

of the thing is beyond belief.

He doesn't dash,
he just comes and bites.

He took one of the static
cylinders of the cage,

our cage, and just
took it in his mouth,

very methodically,
and just raked it.

He's a wild show!
What a shark.

That's worth every minute
of the wait.

We were all sticking
out the top, but...

you know,
it's n.G.

I got the liver scared
out of me at one point.

Lake:
What happened?

I got my tank hooked
in the harness.

I thought the shark
was gonna attack me.

It was very damn scary.
I'll tell you that.

Gimbel:
Now keep your hands
inside that cage.

Waterman:
Get a move on, lake, if you
want to get some stills.

Taylor:
Hand him that yellow camera.

And if it looks like
it's all bashed up,

I'll drop my little
anchor down to you

and hook it on and drive
away to the mortuary.

- Camera's ready.
- Be damn careful.

- Lake: I will.
- Waterman: That a boy, Peter.

Valerie:
Beautiful.

( Waterman laughs )
Just like a French knight.

( Camera clicking )

( Camera clicks )

Gimbel:
Rodney, easy with
that blood.

It's our last can.

( All shouting )

Gimbel:
It's caving in.
Cut the line!

Towing it around and round.

Gimbel:
Are you all right,
kiddo?

There I was, at 10,000 feet,

my parachute eaten by rats.

Sorry about your cage, fella.
Wait'll you see it.

- Gimbel: How bad is it?
- What a mess.

Taylor:
What, he bent
the cage up, Stan?

Oh, wait'll you see.

Looks like king Kong just
tried to get out of jail.

Fox:
He'll tow it for Miles
if he gets it loose.

Wow, wow.

You know, that animal is more
than anything I expected.

- Just fantastic.
- Yeah, he's awesome.

Well, it took a long while.

Well, we made it.
That's very good.

Yeah.

( Laughing )

Yeah, I said you'd get it.

I knew you'd get it.

- Did he smile at you?
- Then came the other one.

All by himself.

How can you elaborate
on anything like that?

Waterman:
All right, ready?
Here we go.

¶ The most chivalrous fish
in the ocean ¶

¶ to the ladies,
forbearing and mild ¶

¶ though his record be dark ¶

¶ the man-eating shark ¶

¶ will eat neither
woman nor child... ¶

- man: Boo!
- Oh.

- Right there.
- Oh, boy, look at him.

He's going to the cage.

( Groans )

( Spits loudly )

( Laughter )

Yeah. But if he comes
at you, it's the point.

Until they what?

( Laughter )

¶ He dines upon
sailors and skippers ¶

¶ and tourists
his hunger assuages ¶

¶ and a fresh cabin boy ¶

¶ will inspire him with joy ¶

¶ if he's past
the maturity age ¶

¶ now a doctor, a lawyer,
a preacher ¶

¶ he'll gobble one
any fine day ¶

¶ but the ladies,
God bless 'em ¶

¶ he'll only address 'em ¶

¶ politely and go on his way ¶

¶ so this shows that
the pride of the ocean ¶

¶ to the ladies,
forbearing and mild ¶

¶ though his record be dark ¶

¶ is the man-eating shark ¶

¶ for he'll eat neither
woman nor child ¶

¶ dum-dum-dum,
dum-dum-dum ¶

( vocalizing )

¶ And he raised
on his flipper ¶

¶ and ate up the skipper ¶

¶ went on his way
with a smile. ¶

( roars )