Jaws Page #3

Ellen Brody, a tall, attractive blonde woman, enters from

upstairs. She's still slightly sleepy, not what you'd call

an "Instant-On" person. Mornings are not her best time.

ELLEN:

You want to go through those?

(she indicates bag of

clothes)

I'm taking them to the Thrift Shop.

It's Marcia Vaughn's pet charity.

Pick out what you want to keep --

it's mostly your city clothes.

BRODY:

(looking through bag,

remembering)

I used to wear this to the Garden.

Garbage strikes. Dog sh*t. Muggers.

(he puts it all behind)

Ship it.

ELLEN:

Don't be silly -– You're going to

make summer better for them...

Before Brody can answer, Michael, his oldest boy, enters,

holding his hand. There is bright new blood on it, but he is

sensibly unconcerned. It's a normal childhood scrape.

MICHAEL:

Cut my hand. Hit by a vampire.

BRODY:

On the swing? I told you not to play

near there until I sanded it down.

(to Ellen)

See what your son did?

ELLEN:

Go upstairs and bring Mommy a band-

aid.

Michael goes on out and upstairs. Ellen fumbles in her pocket

and produces Brody's new glasses, which she holds out to

him.

ELLEN:

Don't forget these.

BRODY:

Oh, yeah.

(he puts them on)

How do I look? Older, huh?

ELLEN:

I think they make you look sexy.

Brody reacts to this, and bends to kiss her lightly. Then

more seriously.

BRODY:

Sexy, hm? What was I before?

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