Jaws Page #2

BRODY:

The kids are in the yahd, playing

near the cah. How's that sound?

ELLEN:

Like you're from N'Yawk.

(gives it Brooklyn

sound)

BRODY:

Give me 30 years, I'll get it.

He leads the dogs out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.

INT. BRODY KITCHEN - MORNING

Brody enters, sets down some dog food, goes to make coffee,

starts to fill kettle to boil water, the cold water rushes

through and out the burnt-out bottom of the kettle.

BRODY:

Did you burn another kettle? Y'know

you're a fire hazard? This is the

third one!

ELLEN (O.S.)

I never hear the whistle.

BRODY:

Feed the dogs.

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?

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.

At the door, he takes a windbreaker off a peg and goes on

out.

We can see the Amity Police shoulder patch as he goes to a

van parked outside.

EXT. ISLAND HIGHWAY - MORNING

Martin Brody's Country Squire police wagon rushes past, taking

the view to an enormous billboard depicting a typical summer

day in Amity. A beautiful model splashes in the gold surf,

languishing in a Solarcaine sun. AMITY WELCOMES YOU is written

above her flailing arms.

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