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(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

? Hey, I got a confession ?

? Been losing all momentum ?

? Just because it's easy ?

? Well, that don't make it better ?

? I wanna dig my hands deep down in the dirt ?

? Take a walk along the street if I'm feeling berserk ?

? All of this convenience just doesn't work for me ?

? I wanna play with fire, let me get hurt ?

? Can we take it back to '95 ?

? Before we had this drama in our lives ?

? Just staring the screen every day and night ?

? I miss the rush of living in real life ?

? Go get your Delorean ?

? Oh, I miss the summers ?

? With you I never swiped left or right ?

? I snuck in your window ?

? No friend request, no ?

? Just spent the night ?

? I had to walk right up to your locker ?

? And risk you saying ?

? Boy, just don't bother ?

? I know this all ?

- Ooh! Sun's out, guns out, baby. (chuckles)

- You know it!

Who needs a refill?

- Oh, I'll take one.

- I am good.

- Really? - I'm fine.

- Chrissy.

You've been nursing that beer for like an hour now.

- Yeah. I just don't drink much.

I don't wanna have a fight about it, okay?

- My uncle's right about this place.

We have the whole lake to ourselves! (laughs)

Steve really missed out.

- It's Seth.

And we broke up two weeks ago.

- What happened this time?

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Todd. - What?

First there was that college professor you were banging.

- He was a professor's aide.

- All right. Well, whatever.

First there was that professor's aide you were banging.

Then there was that tall dude on the row team.

What was his name? - (chuckles) Alexandre.

- Ah!

Oui oui. (chuckles)

And now Seth.

- [Sarah] You've never even met Seth.

- Sure I did!

We ran into each other at that Sigma new rush party.

Nice guy.

- Okay, well, for your information,

that nice guy was still sleeping with his ex-girlfriend,

while dating our Chrissy.

- Hey, Sarah, I'm sitting right here,

and I can hear everything you're saying.

- All right. Well, whatever.

He's an asshole then.

I'm just saying

that you seem to go through a lot of guys is all.

- Thanks, Todd. Great observation.

- I'm jumping in. Who's with me?

- No, I'm good right here.

- Seriously?

You borrowed your grandma's bathing suit just to wear it

and sit on the boat all afternoon?

- Yeah. I just don't like lake water.

(Todd sighs)

- Chrissy, no offense or anything-

- Yeah, but you always seem to manage.

- But you need to loosen up a little.

Life's too short to be so cautious.

Plus a little spontaneity might help your love life, too.

(boat clunks)

- What the hell was that?

- Uh, I don't know.

An alligator gar or a branch or something, maybe?

- Alligator gar?

I'm with Chrissy. I'm not getting in that water.

- It's a fish.

Relax!

Plus it was probably something that just washed up

on the shore hitting the side of the boat.

- Okay. Well, you get in first.

- See you out there, ladies. (clicks tongue)

(water splashes)

- How is it?

- Water feels great! (laughs)

- I know, but is it safe?

- Safe?

Honey, it's a lake!

What do you think is down here?

- I really don't think you should get in.

- (sighs) Chrissy. Come on.

- No. I am serious.

Don't you think that it's weird

that there's nobody else else on the lake but us?

- Well, it's fine. Come on.

Let's just try and have a little fun, okay?

(Chrissy chuckles)

(Sarah yelps) (water splashes)

(Todd and Sarah chuckle)

- There you go.

- (giggles) Hey!

(water splashes)

(ominous tones)

Chrissy!

Take a picture of us!

(suspenseful music)

(Sarah gasps)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Guys?

Sarah?

Guys, this shit isn't funny!

Sarah!

Todd!

(boat clunks)

(water splashes)

(tense orchestral music)

(Chrissy gasps)

(water splashes)

(Chrissy pants)

(Chrissy grunts)

Oh.

(Chrissy whimpers)

(grunts) Okay, okay.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

(engine struggles)

Come on.

No.

Start!

Fuck.

(hand thuds)

Come on!

Damn it!

(groans) Shit.

(Chrissy groans)

(Chrissy gasps)

(Chrissy groans)

Okay.

(ominous orchestral music)

(boat clunks) (Chrissy gasps)

(water splashes)

(Chrissy pants)

(Chrissy screams) (ominous music continues)

(Chrissy pants)

(Spencer snores)

(lock clacks)

(door creaks)

(Nolan sighs)

(door creaks)

(lock clicks)

(Spencer snores)

- Morning, sunshine. (chuckles)

- What do you want?

- Got a surprise for you, bubba.

(Spencer sighs)

- How'd you get in here?

- The spare key under the doormat.

Hey, did you hear what I just said?

I got a surprise for you.

- It's a little early for surprises-

- Oh, would you just get your ass up and see what I got you?

Come on. - All right, all right!

I'm up.

What is it?

(Nolan grunts)

(matches rattle)

(match strikes)

(Nolan yelps)

(Nolan sighs)

(Nolan chuckles)

(Nolan blows sharply)

(Nolan sighs)

(Nolan laughs)

- You ready?

? Happy birthday to you ?

? You must belong in the zoo ?

? 'Cause you look like a monkey ?

? And you smell like one too ?

(Nolan laughs)

Hey!

Hey. It's your birthday, bubba.

Hey.

Make a wish.

Hey, now!

(plate clangs)

What would you go and do that for?

That had cream cheese icing all over that thing.

That was my favorite.

- Why you wearing that?

- Well, I tried calling like 10 times.

I didn't wanna show up here looking like this,

but you wouldn't answer your damn phone.

- Oh, I've been busy.

- Busy?

Yeah.

Yeah, I could see all that.

(Spencer sighs)

Listen, bubba.

It's my first day on the job,

and I'm a bit nervous, all right?

So I was just hoping maybe you can give me a few pointers.

That's all. - Pointers?

- Yeah. - Mm, yeah, okay.

Stay away from the lake. Hm?

- Stay away from the lake? - Mm-hm.

- You are unbelievable. I swear to God.

(Nolan sighs)

Should at least make a damn wish.

- Goodbye, Nolan.

Front door. Open it, go.

- [Nolan] Unbelievable.

(Nolan sighs)

- Bye.

- Hell. I'll figure it out myself.

(door slams)

- No cream cheese. Fuckin' liar.

(cans clatter)

(Spencer grunts)

(Nolan grunts)

(Nolan sighs)

- We got a problem.

- Oh.

Is it...

- Dead?

I mean, what the hell does it look like?

It's an arm.

(Williams groans)

- What the hell would do something like that?

- Well, it's hard to say.

But I'll give you three guesses.

And the first two? They don't count.

- All right. All right.

- [Nolan] What do you want me to do about this?

- What'd we do last time?

- Well, I wasn't around the last time,

but whatever they did, apparently it didn't work.

- Shit.

We cannot have a shark in this lake.

Do you hear me? We cannot have a shark in this goddamn lake!

I knew I should've stayed in San Diego.

(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)

(Spencer sighs)

(Spencer grunts)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(water splashes)

(Spencer grunts)

(Spencer pants)

(can pops)

(can clatters)

(book thuds)

(Spencer pants)

(knocks on door)

(knocks on door)

- Spencer?

Spencer Timms.

- Who the hell are you? What are you doing on my property?

- My name is Leslie Armstrong.

- I don't know you and you're trespassing.

- [Leslie] Please. I just need a minute of your time.

- Lady, if you're selling something,

I'm broke and not interested.

- I'm not selling anything. My daughter, Chrissy...

She and her friends came up to the lake recently

and now they're missing.

- What's that got to do with me?

- [Leslie] I was told you might be able to help me.

- Really?

Who told you that? - The sheriff.

- [Spencer] Why would the sheriff have you come see me?

- Well, because he said no one else

knows this lake like you do.

Please, just hear me out.

- No, thanks.

I suggest you to file a missing persons

report with the sheriff.

Now, if you excuse me, I have to ask you to leave.

- [Leslie] They were on the lake when they went missing.

- You people. You never learn, do you?

Should have big-ass signs to say, "If you swim, you die."

And even then, no one will listen.

Yeah, I know the lake.

But there's a new game warden in town

who goes by the name of Nolan Holt.

I suggest you find him.

- The sheriff is adamant I talk to you, and only you.

- Look, lady. I'm sorry about your daughter and her friends.

I really am.

But everybody around here knows that lake is cursed.

Last summer, I blew up a bull shark

the size of a mastercraft,

and if you think I'm going back in that water,

there better be a hell of a better reason

than a bunch of kids went missing.

- She knew your son.

- She knew Grant? - They were pretty close.

They were in school together.

He didn't mention that she'd gone missing?

- If he knew she was getting in that water,

he never would've let that happen in the first place.

No.

Besides, him and I don't talk much.

Since his mother and I split for good.

- You're my last hope of finding my daughter.

Please.

- You don't really think you're gonna find her

in that lake, do you?

God damn it.

What?

(book slams)

That's what we're dealing with.

Bull sharks mainly feed on bony fish and smaller sharks,

but they're opportunistic and can live in fresh water.

The younger ones feed in rivers and lakes,

but as they grow older, they opt for salt waters.

We killed one last year,

but the rumor's there's more than one shark in that lake.

- How do we know for sure?

- I have a friend in the Coast Guard.

I'll give you his number.

- They already found the boat.

No one's inside it.

No signs of damage.

They had spotters that said they saw shadows.

Dorsal fins, too.

- Lady, I'm sorry to tell you this,

but the digestive system in that shark is pristine.

If I had to guess, the chances of finding those bodies

are next to none, unless you dredge the entire lake,

and that's not happening.

The other option?

Catch the bull shark.

Cut it open. See what's inside.

And that you'll find anyone willing to do.

- Except you.

- I'm retired.

- If this were your son, if this were grant,

would you accept that, or would you wanna know for certain?

- I'm already certain. I'm sorry.

- My daughter had the kindest soul.

She never said a bad word about anyone.

- Yeah? Well, sharks don't think of food that way.

And that's what we are to them. Food.

- She deserves better.

She deserves to be put to rest.

And you may not think it now,

but if this were your kid in the belly of some shark,

you'd want the same thing.

- I wish I could help you.

- Yeah.

Me too.

Thank you for your time.

(door creaks)

(door slams)

(Spencer sighs)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(lock clicks)

(door creaks)

(door closes)

(Grant sighs)

(can clatters)

- Dad.

- Hey.

Look at you.

Must've grown a foot taller.

- You called?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Hey.

(Spencer chuckles)

Remember this thing?

You used to pop the heads off of squirrels with this thing.

Your mother would get all mad at me. Remember that?

- I'm not a kid anymore, Dad.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, if you ever wanna pop one off,

it's gonna sit right over here, if you ever want to.

All right.

Let's take a walk. Huh?

Go back by the pond?

Yeah?

- [Grant] Yeah, yeah. Sure.

- All right.

(door slams)

(birds chirp)

(water splashes)

Thirsty?

Want something to drink, I got waters

and sodas and such in the house.

- I'm good.

When are you gonna stop letting Nolan

give you those tattoos?

- When I get around to it.

I'm glad you're here.

- What was all that?

I thought you gave it up.

- I did.

Just had some friends over. We had a party.

Haven't got around to cleaning it up yet.

You feel like throwing a couple of lines out there?

- I can't stay. I have a date.

- A date?

With who? Anybody I know?

- You remember Tess?

- (chuckles) Tess we used to watch on the weekends?

Little Tess?

Her dad drove that stupid truck.

- Yeah, we uh, we have art history class together.

- I see.

- And, uh...

And the book?

- Research.

- Look, I don't have a lot of time,

so why don't you just tell me why you called?

- Chrissy Armstrong. You know her?

- [Grant] Yeah.

- Her mom came to see me.

Apparently her and her friends all went out on the lake and

now they're all missing.

They didn't know what happened here last year.

- Yeah. Everyone's been talking about it.

Is she, uh...

Wait. Is, is she dead?

- Most likely.

We don't know for sure. That's why her mom came to see me.

- (sighs) But...

But you're retired.

- I know.

But no one else will get in the water to find out

and give this lady some kind of closure.

- So what are you gonna do?

- Guess I'm gonna call Uncle Nolan.

See about finding the shark.

- What?

Who says it was a shark?

- Coast Guard confirmed it.

The city's turning the other way, for obvious reasons.

Hey, she came to see me. What was I supposed to do?

- Look at you. The big hero.

If you're doing this to impress me, don't.

- It's not like that- - Yeah, and all that?

I know you.

I know you don't have friends.

I mean, this is the same shit you pulled

when you and mom tried to make it work,

after you quit your job.

(Grant scoffs)

Shit runs uphill, apparently.

- She was your friend.

(bleak orchestral music)

I thought if I could help, maybe-

- That I might come around more?

(sighs) How does that work?

You expect me to just forget the past?

All that shit you pulled?

Never again.

(Grant sighs)

(sighs) I have to go.

- How's your mother?

(Grant sighs)

- She's getting married in the fall.

(bleak music continues)

Like I said.

If you're doing this for me,

or mom, or anyone else you think it might impress,

don't.

You'll still just end up alone.

Have fun.

(reel whirs)

(water rumbles) (ominous orchestral music)

- Hey, Spencer!

What's up, bubba?

You know I had to pick up the two dead armadillos today?

Two!

They both smell like goddamn Canadian bacon.

(Nolan laughs)

- Really?

- Yeah. Imagine that.

Now I'm starving.

- Nolan.

Where are your pants?

- [Nolan] What? It's hot!

- Would it kill you to clean up a little bit?

A razor? A mirror? - Oh, hell!

Why is this job such a pain in the ass?

- If I told you to quit, they'd make me come back and do it.

- [Nolan] Yeah.

- I'm sorry about the other day.

- Oh.

Don't worry about that. It was my damn fault anyways.

I mean, hell, I don't like cream cheese icing anyways, so...

- I'm not talking about the icing, Nolan.

You're a good friend. I'm just a shitty one is all.

- Yeah. I think we both know that.

You want something to drink?

- Ah, let's just take a walk.

Think for once I need your advice on something.

- My advice? - Yeah.

- [Nolan] Well, sure, bubba.

- Nothing came across your desk?

Nothing on the radio?

Not a peep about the girl and her friends that went missing?

Nothing?

No emails from the mayor's office?

- Not that I know of. No.

- And no one called the boat in, either?

- How do you say "no" in Spanish?

- No.

- There you go.

- All right.

Who's the new sheriff?

- (groans) Some guy named Wilcox.

He's a real ball-buster, too.

Got on me for cracking ass in the break room today.

- How so?

- Well, I mean, I ate leftover enchiladas.

Then you mix that with a new brand of coffee and then man!

Shit comes outta your ass! - No, Nolan.

Wilcox, he's an asshole. How so?

- Oh, he just is.

He's got the big hat. Big belt buckle.

Probably a little pecker. (chuckles)

- I gotta meet him.

Jesus.

Is this happening all over again?

- Well, bubba, I mean...

The place hasn't really recovered from last summer.

I mean, yeah, I mean,

they can sweep that shit under the rug all day long,

but ever since that guy from the Ocean Institute

came and said that there was two sharks in the lake?

I mean, nobody listened, bubba.

- I listened.

We got a mayor in federal prison.

Coroner in county.

Fuck.

All right. I'm gonna go home.

I'm gonna go see Wilcox in the morning.

Take his temperature on this missing kids thing.

You stay at the office.

We'll get back on the water and check it out for ourselves.

- Wait a minute. "We"?

You and me? - Yes. You and me.

The mom asked me specifically.

- (chuckles) You don't even know her.

- Some doors can't close by themselves, Nolan.

- And if the sheriff says to stand down, then what?

- It's never stopped us before.

We're gonna need firepower. Everything you got.

Pack a bag.

- Aye, aye, Captain. (scoffs)

Looks like we're back at it again, bubba.

(Nolan laughs)

(water rumbles) (eerie orchestral music)

(gun fires)

(Spencer retches)

(water splashes) (Spencer sighs)

(bleak acoustic guitar music)

(Spencer pants)

(water splashes)

(gulls squawk)

- [Spencer] Sheriff Wilcox!

- I heard about you.

You knew my brother.

(water splashes)

My brother was killed on your watch, eaten by a shark,

on this lake.

- I did what I was told to do by your predecessor.

- Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Bring my brother back from the dead?

Mayor said you wanted to speak.

What can I do you for?

- Three kids took a boat out on that lake.

None of 'em came home.

What's your office doing about it?

- Three kids on a boat?

On this lake? (chuckles)

I don't think so.

- You're full of shit.

You told that girl's mom to come see me.

- I did tell her to come see you.

But we have no proof that they went missing on this lake.

They could be out in the damn woods somewhere.

We got 136 miles of hiking trails around here,

in case you forgot.

We got a shit ton of wild animals, too.

Anything could've happened.

- You won't get away with this.

- Get away with it?

On the record?

I don't have a goddamn clue about what you're talking about.

Nobody goes in these waters anymore.

Off the record?

I think you're wandering way past

your former pay grade on this.

My predecessor?

(Wilcox scoffs)

He might've thought the sheriff's office

bows down to the game warden.

I can assure you of this.

I do not.

I'm not sure if you're still retired or whatever,

but if you feel like you want to help,

come on down to the office and file

some deer hunting permit applications.

We'll keep a pot of hot coffee on for you.

Otherwise...

Stay out of my business.

Are we clear?

- That's why he appointed Nolan?

'Cause he wouldn't make waves.

- Is that supposed to be funny?

- You can't hide this forever.

That girl's mom, she's gonna go to the news,

and you've got three dead bodies.

- Three dead bodies, huh?

See? Now, that is funny.

You wanna show me where the hell they're at?

What was that?

Yeah. I didn't think so.

I got a meeting with the mayor. I think we're done here.

- I'll go find him myself!

- You're gonna what?

- I've beaten a shark before.

- And what did that cost ya?

(Wilcox spits)

Still think you're unemployed. You got no wife.

From what I hear,

your son doesn't even talk to you much anymore.

And your best friend, Nolan, that redneck?

He's the game warden now.

And from the looks of it, you're hitting that bottle again.

Here's a nickel's worth of advice.

Move.

Plant roots in a different town. One not by a lake.

This place is on the mend and it will thrive again.

Missing kids or not.

(gulls squawk)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(water swashes)

(water splashes)

(water rumbles) (suspenseful music continues)

(door slams)

(gun cocks)

(phone vibrates)

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's me.

Slow down. You're breaking up.

Yeah. I'm out on the lake.

I had to see it for myself.

You what?

All right, meet me in my place. Bring the footage.

God damn it.

(engine revs)

(Nolan scoffs)

- What a slob.

Hey, now! Come on.

I mean, look at this.

Put shit all over my book now.

(Nolan sighs)

Good lookin'! (chuckles)

When's he gonna come back here?

Mm, mm.

Hey! (door slams)

Surprise.

Hope you don't mind. (chuckles)

- Yeah.

They let you leave the office like that?

- Yeah.

I think so.

My uniform.

Like it?

- No, I don't.

What do you want?

- Got our lone star shark.

- How?

- You know when the Coast Guard came down,

when those kids were missing?

Well, they put one of those people in those cages,

put 'em in the water, you know what I mean?

- Yeah.

- Had the camera in there, right?

Lo and behold, a lone star shark just

appear in front of the camera.

Check it out.

- And they sent this to you?

- Not exactly.

- Nolan, what do you mean, "Not exactly"?

- I got a buddy of mine. He's Russian.

He's handy with those, uh, hacking the emails

and all that kind of that shit.

Trust me. You don't wanna know.

- Yeah, you're right. I don't wanna know.

Play me this video.

- All right.

Whoa. Wait.

Wait.

Bam! There's our bull shark right there!

Right?

Yeah. Mm-hm.

Told you.

- Nolan, play it back. Play it back!

- All right! Hang on, sheesh!

(water splashes)

What do you think, hm? (Spencer breathes heavily)

- Has anybody else seen this? - Nope.

No one. Just us.

I guess the mayor.

The thing came encrypted when my buddy found it.

Meaning no one can have access,

unless they have some sort of personal login.

- Yeah.

- Cold War all over again. This time with sharks.

Mm-hm.

- I gotta get in front of the mayor.

- Mm. No can do.

They're having this whole, uh,

initiative thing going on downtown.

Trying to bring the town back to life.

Hell, they wanna let people swim in the lake again.

I mean, they're putting millions of dollars

into this damn thing.

You think Williams is gonna want you to come in there

and spoil everything?

I don't think so.

- People are gonna die, Nolan.

(Nolan spits)

- All right, I gotta ask.

Are you banging her?

- Who?

- What do you mean, "Who"? The girl's mama, that's who.

- Oh, God.

- Because if you are, it better be some primo puna shit.

'Cause right now, you're risking a lot for anything less.

And if you're not banging her,

well then you're just running your dumb ass

with this diehard suicide mission.

So, which is it, hm?

- You know the thing about drinking is?

You never really feel alive when you do it for so long.

- [Nolan] (chuckles) Tell me about it.

- You lose and lose and lose some more...

Until it's taken all it can take.

Look at me, Nolan. (somber orchestral music)

I got nothing.

Last time I felt alive was

out on that lake,

fighting that shark.

(Spencer sighs)

I don't know. Maybe...

Maybe in some fucked up way, I wanna feel something again.

- Okay, just so that we're clear, you're not...

- Jesus, Nolan! Out of all that-

- All right, all right! I'm just...

I just had to find out there, Skippy. That's all!

So, it's a suicide mission already. All right?

There it is.

- Yeah. I suppose it is.

- I am down.

You know, I never thought I'd say this out loud,

but I feel kind of responsible for having that bull shark

thing out late in the first place.

- Well, no shit. It was your fault.

- Hey, now.

(Nolan sighs)

- All right. Let's go fishing, then.

- When are we leaving?

- I got one last thing to do.

You come up with a plan to kill the shark.

- Whoa, whoa. Me?

How?

How am I gonna come up with a plan to kill the shark?

- I don't know. Think of something, and be ready.

(door creaks)

(door closes)

- Kill the shark.

Blow it up.

Nah, we already did that.

(Nolan spits)

Poke it with a stick. (chuckles)

Electrocute it.

Yeah, sure. Been done before.

Oh, shit! It's harder than it looks!

(Nolan sighs)

What would you do, Macho Man, time like this, huh?

(water splashes)

- You see?

I told you.

There's another shark on that lake.

What?

Someone say something, please.

- I took this meeting with you out of respect to you

and everything that went down in the past.

Okay?

But Spencer, you've gotta understand there are things

in motion here that cannot be undone.

- Things? What things?

- This town has been through hell and back. All right?

They brought me in from California to fix this mess.

A mess that you helped create.

Look out that window.

Those beaches used to be packed

to the water's edge with tourists.

The streets on Main

had lines of people out the door, waiting to get in.

Ever since that shark business a year ago,

this place is a ghost town.

- Which is something we're gonna fix.

- Fix?

Hm?

"Fix", as in you're gonna kill the shark, right?

- The governor's earmarked $6 million

to the Open The Lake campaign, which kicks off in a month.

Okay?

The sheriff and I fought tooth and nail

to convince him those waters were safe.

You expect me to call him up now and be like,

"Oh, hey. By the way, we were wrong."

- But you are wrong.

Jesus Christ, you two are no different

from the last assholes that had your posts,

and look what happened to them.

One's in prison,

and the other one's dead.

Not to mention,

if you send innocent lives swimming on that lake,

you bet your ass that body count's gonna rise

and it's gonna rise fast.

- With all due respect, Spencer,

you're not a game warden any longer.

- With all due respect, mayor,

I don't have to be a game warden to know

when someone's lining up to be a TV dinner.

(Williams scoffs)

- Anything else?

- Yeah.

Those kids. The ones that went missing.

What's happening with that?

- Our official position on that topic is that we're not even

100% certain those missing kids were even on our lake.

(Spencer sighs)

- I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna kill the bull shark, once and for all.

And it's not for you, Mayor.

Or the governor. Or you, Sheriff.

It's for that young lady's mother who can't sleep at night

without knowing what happened to her daughter.

Good day, gentlemen.

(Williams sighs)

- You want me to keep an eye on him?

- You said he's been drinking again?

- [Wilcox] Hell yeah, he has. Couldn't you smell him?

- If by some miracle he comes up with something, we bury it.

If he comes up empty and starts making noise anyway,

we blame it on the addiction.

Either way, we win.

He either catches the shark, or he goes away for good.

- That sounds like a plan.

All right.

I'll catch up with you in a little while.

(Williams sighs)

(Nolan sighs)

(Nolan sighs)

(dark music)

- [Nolan] Where's he at?

(horn honks)

Hurry up!

(truck door slams)

About time.

- Nolan?

What the hell is this?

I said firepower, man!

Looks like you went to the fucking convenience store!

- Hey, man. I didn't know how long we're gonna be out here.

Okay? I just thought I'd buy some grub.

You know when my blood sugar spikes

I'm a monster to be around with.

So, relax! - Relax?

I am relaxed. This is me relaxed.

- Hey. I might get bored.

- Nolan, what do you expect to do?

Are we gonna snack him to death?

- Would you relax there, son?

We got the rifle, and we got your piece.

You know what else we got?

Check in that front pocket right over there.

Look in the pocket.

Let your boy whip- - Nolan?

What the hell is this?

- That right there is something I got back at the office.

Kinda like a shark-killing concoction, you could say.

(Nolan laughs)

Come on. Let's get outta here.

(truck door opens)

(Spencer sighs)

- I'm gonna die.

(birds chirp)

(bag thuds)

Keys.

- I'm driving.

- Bullshit you're driving. Give me the keys.

- Hey. I'm the game warden now, remember?

- Oh, are you? Give me the keys!

Now! - God damn, man.

- God damn it, Nolan. - Never get to drive it.

(engine chugs) (dark orchestral music)

(water rumbles)

(water rumbles)

(dark music continues)

- [Spencer] Hey.

- [Nolan] What?

- What the hell is this?

Am I supposed to stick it with this?

- Well, yeah. If you get close enough to it.

Just jump in there and poke it.

- What the hell's in it?

- Uh...

"Closepin"? Something like that.

- Klonopin?

What're you gonna do, Nolan? Treat it for depression?

- Hey, I don't know. I'm no rocket scientist, okay?

Look, it's got that and other

synthetic narcotics, so to speak.

Listen.

She said it was powerful enough

that it'll take down a gorilla.

Why not a shark?

It'll work!

- Just like that? - Just like that.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- What? No C4 this time?

- No. I sold that anyways.

Last time, it didn't even work. Remember?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up, back up.

You sold it? Who'd you sell it to, Nolan?

- [Nolan] I don't know. Some dumb-ass kid.

- Oh, my God. - Listen, listen, listen, son.

That drug is gonna work.

She said it'll give it

some sort of cardiac arrest, of some kind.

- Cardiac arrest? - Yes.

- A heart attack? - Yes, that.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Just go in there, poke it. It'll die!

- Stop saying "Poke it", all right? Stop saying "Poke it".

Suppose it does work.

We still have to be close enough to use it, right?

Which means one of us has to get in.

- Whoa, whoa.

"One of us"?

- One of us. You or me.

Throw the chum in. We'll paper-rock-scissors when we see it.

Now, Nolan.

- "One of us."

- Yes, one of us! - I'm the one with the gun!

(Nolan sighs)

Christ. We didn't sign up for this shit.

Oh, God.

Gross.

(Nolan grunts)

(Nolan groans)

I guess throw it in there, right?

(Nolan grunts)

(water splashes)

(Nolan pants)

(sniffs) Woo!

(sniffs) Mm.

Smells like old Ginger from the other night. (chuckles)

She was hot.

(water rumbles)

(birds chirp)

(Nolan sighs)

Hey, can I ask you a question?

- What is it?

- The other day at your place.

Your birthday?

- Nolan, I already apologized about the cake.

I told you I'd get you another when we get back to shore.

I told you that twice.

- But that's not what I'm talking about.

- [Spencer] What is it?

- It's the other thing I saw.

I mean, what happened, man?

You were doing great.

You were, you were...

You were going to meetings.

I mean, what happened?

(Spencer chuckles)

- I'm bound to all the wrong things, Nolan.

(brooding orchestral music)

I like to drink, fight.

On top of everything else, I'm lazy.

Got no gods, no politics, idea or ideals.

(sighs) I just exist in a space of

nothingness and I've accepted that.

My kid, he doesn't think I'm an interesting person.

I never wanted to be.

It's too hard.

On the other hand, all I really wanted to do was just crawl

into a really quiet place and just exist there.

Be left alone.

But when I get drunk,

scream, go crazy,

outta control.

- Got that right. - You've seen it.

One behavior didn't match the other.

I didn't care.

But now?

I care now.

At least, I think I do. I don't know.

(ominous tones)

- So, that shark

gives you purpose, right?

- Yeah.

Suppose it does.

- So, what happens when the shark's gone? Then what?

- Find something else.

- One day at a time, right?

- (scoffs) "One day at a time."

Whatever asshole coined that term

didn't realize how long that actually is.

(both chuckle)

(water swashes)

(boat clunks)

- Oh, it's here.

What're you doing?

- What's it look like I'm doing? I'm going in.

- Whoa, whoa, but I thought we were doing

the rock-paper-scissors thing?

- Well, come on!

- Oh, boy.

All right.

Paper covers rock. It's me. - Thank God.

- You stay in the boat.

For some reason I can't poke this thing, shoot it, Nolan.

Don't stop till it's dead or you're outta bullets.

You got me?

- With you in the water?

- The shark dies today, Nolan. One way or another.

(suspenseful music)

(water splashes)

(water rumbles)

(water splashes)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Hey!

You see anything?

- [Spencer] Nothing yet! Keep your eyes open!

(water rumbles)

- Hey!

On your right!

- God damn it! I missed it!

(water rumbles)

(water splashes)

(water rumbles)

(water splashes)

- Spencer, the needle!

(water splashes)

(water rumbles) (suspenseful music continues)

(water splashes)

- Go!

Shoot it!

- Fuck this bull shark!

(gun fires)

(water splashes)

(water rumbles) (dark orchestral music)

(Nolan screams)

(Nolan laughs)

Spencer!

Hey!

We got it!

Spencer!

(dark orchestral music continues)

Spencer!

(door creaks)

(door closes)

(Grant sighs)

- Dad?

(Grant sighs)

(gun clacks)

(gun thuds)

(Grant sighs)

(phone vibrates)

Hey, Uncle Nolan. What's going on?

- [Nolan] Hey, bubba, just calling to let you know

that your dad's in the hospital and...

- Is he okay?

- [Nolan] Don't worry. He's okay.

Yeah, um, I'm over here with him

and as soon as I hear anything else from him,

I will call and inform you.

- Yeah. Okay, yeah.

Just, just, just keep me updated.

- [Nolan] Okay. So, uh, I thought I'd let you know.

Okay, bubba. I'll call you back.

Bye.

- Okay, yeah.

All right.

Thanks.

Bye.

(Grant sighs)

(bag rustles)

(cans clink)

(Grant scoffs)

(cans rattle)

(Grant sighs)

(Grant sighs)

(Nolan sighs)

(Nolan sighs)

(Nolan breathes deeply)

(Spencer groans)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey. Relax, bubba.

(Spencer sighs)

Hey. Welcome back.

(Spencer sighs)

- How long have I been out?

- You were in the hospital for a couple days.

You lost a lot of blood there.

- Did we get it?

- Coast Guard's been at the lake since we got back,

and nothing.

I think we got it, bubba.

(Spencer sighs)

- But do you know for sure?

(Nolan chuckles)

- Sure as we can be, huh?

(Nolan chuckles)

Hey. Listen.

I gotta go to the mayor's office,

do a quick briefing around.

Hey. Someone else is here to see you.

You take care, bubba.

(Spencer groans) Oh, shit!

- God damn it, Nolan! - I'm sorry.

Hey, look. (Spencer groans)

You talk to your daddy.

- Dad.

(Spencer groans)

(door creaks)

(door slams)

How do you feel?

- Me?

Never better.

(Grant chuckles)

How about you?

You all right?

- I'm fine. (gentle orchestral music)

I was worried.

Uncle Nolan called me and told me you went in the water.

- At least everybody knows your friend's mom wasn't crazy.

- You really did all that for her?

- That's right.

And if you want to think that's pretty cool too,

I'll take that.

(Grant chuckles)

- You, uh, you need anything?

I don't have class until Monday, so,

if you want, I can hang here.

- I'd like that.

I need you to get me something to drink.

Coffee.

(both chuckle)

- Yeah, uh...

Yeah, yeah. I'll get you a coffee.

(Spencer chuckles)

(birds chirp)

(birds squawk)

- You're on the mend, I see.

- Looks like it.

- Thank you.

- Don't mention it.

I'd say it was my job, but, (chuckles)

I don't have one of those anymore.

- Maybe you ought to consider going back to work.

- Why is that?

- So you can stop this kind of thing from happening again.

- It won't.

They pulled the shark up from the lake this morning.

It's over. Everybody knows.

- And did they find anything?

- They cut it open.

It had eaten recently. I'm so sorry.

But now you know.

- You're right.

Now I know the truth.

Thank you, Warden.

- It's Spencer.

- I like "Warden" better.

Think about it.

(reel whirs)

(water rumbles)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)