Ghost Shark Page #3

- No reason to lose hope yet.

- He's dead, Taylor's dead...

There was blood all over the transom.

Aw, hell. I caught a Marlin

once. Bled all over the deck.

Left a mess not unlike your Dad's boat.

Amberjack rodeo was last night.

Maybe reeled in a big one.

But the difference is you're still here.

[Man] You think ghosts

are logical, Sheriff?

Who said anything about ghosts, Finch?

I did.

You know, that's the trouble

with people like you, Sheriff.

Never wanna deal with the

truth till it's too late.

Ghosts are real.

As real as the lies

this town was built on.

As real as the price we're

gonna pay for those sins.

You mark my words. You mark my words.

Well, maybe if you dried out occasionally,

your words might actually mean something.

- What's he talking about?

- I don't know, Ava.

Look, I'm putting a missing person's report

out on your father, and your friend.

In the meantime, I'm calling

your Aunt Marge to come get you.

We'll be fine on our own.

- [Man] Cameron!

- Dad!

- One more time. You were on the jet ski.

- I was on a jet ski...

You okay, son? What happened?

I don't know. Taylor was screaming about

a shark, and the next minute she was gone.

There hasn't been a shark attack

in Smallport in over 20 years.

- Are you sure?

- You should've seen it.

- Good Lord, Cameron.

- It looked like...

A shark scare will put

this town welfare by winter.

- Are you absolutely sure, son?

- Uh...

Hold on. Sheriff! Come here please.

Put a $1,000 bounty on all

sharks in the bay. Keep it quiet.

Last thing we need is a

media-feeding frenzy around here.

Draw up some signs. It should say

"beaches are closed for 24 hours".

Got it.

If I have to do a press

conference about a shark attack.

I'd better be standing

next to a dead one.

- All right, all right.

- You understand?

- Got it.

- Come on, son.

What?

Hiring a bunch of shark bounty

hunters isn't gonna do anything.

Just let us handle this.

Try and get some sleep.

Sheriff can I get with

you for a minute please?

Think about what you actually saw.

We'll pick this up again tomorrow.

Hey.

Let me bring you home.

- No.

- Please?

Really, it's okay. We'll walk.

- You sure?

- Yeah. Come on.

[Tires on gravel]

[Man screaming]

[Screaming continues]

[Screaming stops]

- That's where it cuts off.

- Play it again.

[Sighs]

How do I play the damn thing back?

- Here.

- [Mutters]

My daddy whipped his ass!

There.

That's definitely the shark I saw.

One eye, and a hole in it's fin.

That's definitely the

shark that tried to eat me.

So the shark that we saw...

you could see through.

Are we on this again?

Ever heard of an optical illusion?

The shark was dead. They killed it.

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