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- It's obvious he's made up his mind. - You bet I have.

I got it, Chief.

Take a look at the sand. It's like sugar.

Come back here.

Yeah. We'll take him in.

Oh, he's watching. You know, a lookout.

Dad! Watch out!

Get out! Get out of there!

Come on, Sean, wake up!

Tie it off. All right.

I called you as soon as I heard. I hear the bites are really big.

- How? - Look bored.

So there could be one around?

- Mike, you going out? - I thought you were grounded.

Well, you better try!

You're right, she probably wasn't looking at you.

OK, Sean, now listen.

If this is what I think it is, there won't be anybody here.

We may have another shark problem.

- Now, let's not... - Let's not what, Larry?

Thank you. Have you met my son Larry?

He can help me, at least.

I can't find anyone. They must have gone to the bottom and drifted.

That's a crock of shit.

What are you talking about? Look at this. That's a shark.

He wanted a job, now he's got one. And I want that boat out the water.

Polly, no calls now, huh?

908 means get me out of there.

But I signed for the boat. Mrs Brody, please.

Eddie, swim! Swim fast, it's a shark, Eddie.

Was it the fourth or fifth night at the Jersey shore?

I got something for you now.

That's it. Come on.

Sean, catch the rope!

Well, obviously, she's not.

They're OK if they got little white canes and tin cups.

- Dad, can I...? - Tomorrow night. And I mean it.

That's your third smoke already.

- I'm helping. - Good.

Quick, quick, who's that?

Tomorrow. Maybe spend the day.

No problem, no problem.

Sean, the rope!

Get us in! For Christ's sake, get us in.

Are you sure its not..

- What? - He wanted to come.

- Hi, Dad. - Hi, gang.

Take it easy. Just pull.