[showing an underwater photo]

What are you talking about? Look at this. That's a shark. Look at the outline. Look at the mouth, the eyes.

Is that what it is? Sorry, I just don't see it.

Neither do I. It's nothing.

Martin, it could be anything.

Wait a minute. Are you people telling me I don't know what a shark looks like?

Brody, this is nothing. Seaweed, mud, something in the lens.

Lens, my ass!

You're damn right it's your ass!

Now be reasonable, please.

Reasonable, what, with him?

Goddamn it, will you listen to the man? Will you just listen to him? "Be reasonable." Look, Brody, you started a panic on a public beach. You shot up the damn place. God knows who you could've injured. What if somebody decides to sue us? Did you ever stop to think about that? It could ruin us.

You don't have to worry about being sued or being ruined. If this turns out to be what I think it is, because there won't be anybody here.

Now, Martin, let's not--

Let's not what, Larry? What?

Oh, Jesus, Larry, come on. Let's just forget it. He won't listen. It's obvious the man has made up his mind.

You bet your life I've made up my mind. But I'm telling you and I'm telling everybody at this table that that's a shark. And I know what a shark looks like, because I've seen one up close. And you better do something about this one, because I don't intend to go through that hell again!

[Len scowls at Brody before shamefully looking at his notes]

Martin, could you wait here for a minute?

[angrily]

For what?

[calmly]

Please, just have a seat... While we look at the picture and make up our own minds.

[slightly calm]

All right. I'll have a seat, for what it's worth.

Thank you. Gentlemen, please. [Harry Wiseman, Mr. Posner, and Mrs. Taft pick up their notes and adjourn to the mayor's office. Len Peterson scowls at Brody again for a few seconds before getting up and going into the mayor's office as well; Mayor Vaughn follows him inside and closes the door.]