At First Sight Page #5

BETSY:

(pause)

Amy? Friend to friend?

AMY:

Shoot

BETSY:

I hate to admit it but I agree

with Duncan on this one.

AMY:

(back to the computer)

Don't shoot.

BETSY:

He makes sense sometimes. My father had

a problem a few years back with severe

cataracts. Do you have any idea what

you're getting into?

Amy spins in her chair - looks to Betsy.

AMY:

You ever listened to rain -

I mean really listened?

BETSY:

This like that smell the roses thing?

AMY:

(turns to her)

I've spent the last five years of my adult

life with a man who has the emotional

content of a soap dish. The only time I

saw him cry was doing our tax return three

years ago.

(beat)

I need more than that, Betsy. For once in a

long, long time I feel like I can breathe again.

Just the way he touches me I know I found

someone I can connect with.

BETSY:

Ah, here we go.

AMY:

No, no. I can tell he's sensing everything about

me with a simple touch. He listens to my every

word as if it's the only sound on the planet -

I feel like even though he can't see me, he knows

everything about me. He just moves me - does that

sound crazy.

BETSY:

(beat)

Does he have a brother?

EXT:
PINE CREST MOUNTAINS - LATE DAY

The FROZEN POND, nestled against a strand of pine. Virgil skates

fast across the ice enjoying the speed - the wind using his hockey

stick as a guide - he nears the edge of pond - feels it with the

stick and slams to a stop.

He shuffles his body around to face in the other direction - then

starts skating again - passing AMY standing on the snow covered

bank.

ON AMY - smiling, watching Virgil - enjoying his release of energy.

HER POV - VIRGIL - skating well, a look of relaxation we've never

seen on his face. He skates in an arc coming back past Amy.

Finally she speaks.

AMY:

Wayne Gretzky, look out.

Virgil slams to a halt in surprise - nearly toppling over.

AMY:

Sorry -- sorry.

Didn't mean to scare you.

VIRGIL:

Amy?!

AMY:

I said I'd come back.

VIRGIL:

How long ... how long have you been...?

AMY:

Watching you? Just got here -

couldn't find you at the spa - took

a chance you'd be here. You're very good.

VIRGIL:

Skated since I was a kid. My dad taught me

- wanted me to play pro one day.

How do you like my pond?

AMY:

It's beautiful.

VIRGIL:

Describe it for me.

AMY:

OK. Let's see. Like cool

blue silk - you know blue?

VIRGIL:

I think so - keep going.

AMY:

Blue silk stretched tight across

a bowl - surrounded by white

jacketed sentries of trees on

the horizon, protecting it from

the outside world.

VIRGIL:

Horizon's a tough one.

AMY:

What?

VIRGIL:

Never understood horizon - if touch it -

don't know what it that's OK I liked

the rest of picture.

(he starts moving towards her)

You want to skate?

AMY:

Sorry, I didn't bring my skates.

VIRGIL:

Don't need them. Come on step hold of my stick.

AMY:

Excuse me?

VIRGIL:

(smile)

Hockey stick. Here.

He holds the stick out like a cross bar. Amy moves cautiously

forward and takes hold of it.

VIRGIL:

OK. Now hold on for balance.

I used to do this with Jennie when we were kids.

And Virgil starts skating backwards pulling Amy with him. Amy is

apprehensive at first then starts to enjoy the movement - the

sensation - both of them laughing out loud.

WIDE as we see them move about the rink - Amy sliding and being

pulled by Virgil. As he picks up speed we hear Amy scream in

delight.

AMY:

Look out - we're running out of ice.

Virgil turns expertly, arcing around the edge of the ice but Amy

loses her nerve - and balance - and lets go of the stick and goes

flying into an embankment. The momentum carries Virgil off down the

ice - both of them laughing hysterically.

VIRGIL:

You OK?

AMY:

Fine. Never been dumped so fast in my life.

VIRGIL:

Me, dump you? No way. Stay where you are

- I'll come to you - just keep talking.

Amy sits up on her elbows in the embankment.

AMY:

What do I say?

Virgil starts gliding across the ice searching for Amy.

VIRGIL:

(hearing her voice, veering in her direction)

Anything - how'd you become an architect?

AMY:

God - let's see - I was in college -

art school - a little aimless - and I met

this guy -. an architect - opened up a new

world to me. I liked the structure the

control - finding problems, coming up with

solutions - when I graduated - we started

a company together - on impulse got married

- which was crazy - divorced a year ago -

but we're still partners.. which must seem

even crazier.

And Virgil's suddenly there - going a little too far - tumbling off

the pond and into her.

VIRGIL:

You'd think I meant to do that.

A patented move.

They're close - in the snow together - face to face.

AMY:

(Amy smiles, realizes)

This is tough.

VIRGIL:

What?

AMY:

I bat my eyelashes, toss my head just

right, and there's this very sexy thing

I do with my eyes - then realize none of

it matters to you.

VIRGIL:

It doesn't matter.

Tell me what you look like.

AMY:

I.. .1 don't know I'm...

VIRGIL:

Wait. Let me.

He puts his hand out, over her face -- hesitates, then slowly feels

down the contours of her cheek, her eyelids, the shape of her lips -

Amy moving with the touch, the sensuality of it - and as he

continues - Amy's hand reaches up - touching his face - Virgil

smiles.

VIRGIL:

Eyes, mouth, chin, cheek..

you are very beautiful.

AMY:

Thank-you. So are you - more than

I could describe.

Virgil's hands move down her face - closing her eyes - letting her

just experience his touch - his exploring.

And as both their hands continue, enjoying the sensation of

discovering each other - Amy leans forward, her eyes still closed,

finding his mouth - grazing his lips with her own - softly, gently,

then they fold into each other's arms locked into a warm, deep kiss.

INT. VIRGIL'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

It's dark - a pale moonglow highlights the two intertwined naked

bodies. A fire burns in the background. In flowing CUTS we see them

make love:

Virgil - his head tilted down - Amy - puts her hand to his chin -

lifts his head - then kisses each of his closed eyelids in rhythm

with Virgil's movements.

Amy - now astride Virgil - she closes her eyes - feels it the way

Virgil would - moving faster now - in total rhythm - shuddering in

mutual release -- and she collapses on top of him - a deep breath

and she rolls over - cuddles into his arm.

A long beat - out of breath:

AMY:

So -- that's what a blind date is.

They breathe - then both start laughing - quietly - then

hysterically together as Virgil wraps her up in his arms - holding

her tightly.

EXT. PINECREST - DAWN

The horizon. The sun cresting it - bringing a new light to the day.

INT. VIRGIL'S HOME - EARLY MORNING Sounds of a shower in the

background. Amy in Virgil's robe, pulls a juice container out of the

fridge - pours herself a glass, putting the juice on the counter as

she walks into the living room - taking in the sparseness of his

surroundings.

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