Sounds of the inner spaces rushing forward.
Then a splinter of blue light in the center of the picture.
It breaks wide, showing the top and bottom a silhouetted curtain of razor sharp teeth suggesting that we are inside of a tremendous gullet, looking out at the onrushing under-sea world at night. HEAR a symphony of underwater sounds:
landslide, metabolic sounds, the rare and secret noises that certain undersea species share with each other.
The shark breaks water right beside the island, rising with a great whooshing noise. It rises vertically, towering overhead, blocking out the sun. The pectoral fins seem to reach forward. The shark, in all of its monstrous glory, falls onto Wall Street with a shattering crash.
It drives the Battery underwater, the Atlantic pours in over the transom. The jaws snap from side to side. The NYPD gropes for rifle and fires. The shark heaves its terrible girth and Bloomberg flies backwards onto the harpoon display.
Manhattan is tipping backwards, sinking stern first, tipping toward the gaping thrusting jaws. Deck chairs, irons, spent cartridges, thermos, beer cans all pour into the vacuum of the open gagging jaws.