Jaws Page #4

ELLEN:

Older, sillier.

BRODY:

(as he goes to make

coffee, he fumbles

with the new glasses)

I don't want to depend on these

things, y'know -– sometimes you can

weaken your eyes.

He looks out the window to the view beyond, discovering some

new wonder in the fresh sunlit morning.

BRODY'S POINT OF VIEW – OUTSIDE THE HOUSE

Sean, the younger child, is happily romping in the summer

air, enjoying the very air he breathes.

BRODY:

Let's see...

The phone rings.

INT. BRODY KITCHEN – DAY

Brody answers one of two phones on the wall.

BRODY:

Brody... yeah, what's up... mmm...

Well, what do they usually do, float

or wash up? Really?... okay, I'll

meet both of you at the beach in

(checks watch)

...20 minutes, okay? Okay.

(hangs up)

First goddamn weekend of the summer.

Michael reenters in bathing trunks, with a towel on his

shoulder, his hand washed, holding a band-aid ready for

application. Ellen takes it, and bandages the finger with

care and affection.

ELLEN:

There.

(to Brody)

What was that?

Michael heads toward the beach.

BRODY:

(struggling to get

his shirt on over

his glasses)

The office.

He gets his shirt on with Ellen's help. She flicks imaginary

dust from the badge on his chest.

ELLEN:

Be careful.

BRODY:

Here? You gotta be kiddin'.

He gives her a light kiss, starts to go, with his cup.

BRODY:

Love ya.

ELLEN:

(kissing him back)

Hey Chief. Bring my cup back.

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