SWEDEN:
It’s a man’s body! Look!
It’s caught up on that stump!
ABE:
(dabs his nose with the back of a hand)
What?
We follow his gaze to where a black-bronze thing, anchored to a stump by the slimmest margin, is trailing in the water, turning over and over in the foaming waves, disappearing and coming to the surface again. It is about twenty feet from the shore. While the camera has not yet come into perfect focus, it does appear to be a HUMAN BODY, a very large one, or perhaps just bloated.
ABE:
Are you sure that’s not a woman?
Whatever it is, it is suddenly released by the current. Just as it is opposite them it lurches round and looks straight at us. The camera swims into perfect focus: It is an OTTER. We see its eyes reflecting the sunset, gleaming an odd yellow, as the body t
