The Big Blue Page #2

JACQUES:

All right, all right... Can I

concentrate? And you can stop

pointing. I've seen it.

VOICE (O.S.)

I've seen it too.

The voice is ENZO'S. Another young boy wearing little

round glasses.

FIRST BOY:

(annoyed)

Sh*t, it's the Italian!

He is slightly older than JACQUES but he is taller. ENZO

is with ROBERTO, his younger brother, the only one allowed

to carry his flippers. Five kids are behind him.

ENZO:

Well, if it isn't the little

Frenchman! How is the little

Frenchman?

JACQUES:

(cool)

Fine!

ENZO pats JACQUES on the shoulder and leaves his hand there --

a lightly intimidating gesture.

ENZO:

You don't mind if I go instead, do

you?

JACQUES:

(intimidated, and

pretending not to

be)

No...

ENZO:

If you did mind, you'd tell me,

wouldn't you?

ENZO pats his shoulder reassuringly.

ENZO:

(to his brother)

Roberto, mio palmo!

ROBERTO who has already started to moisten his big brother's

gear in the water, holds a pair of dripping flippers and a

glistening mask. The pope watches the scene with obvious

pleasure.

ENZO:

(to his brother on

the edge of the

pier)

Count!

Sure of himself, ENZO takes a deep breath and dives in the

water. ROBERTO counts out loud.

ROBERTO:

The kids all walk over to the edge of the pier. A few

feet away, JACQUES takes off his flippers. ENZO bursts

out of the water, the coin in his hand. The children cheer

and clap. ROBERTO rushes to catch the equipment that comes

flying at him, piece by piece.

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