At First Sight Page #6

CLOSE ON - an open Braille Book. The completely white pages with

minute bumps. Amy pulls up a chair, sits - and flips through the

book, running her hand across the pages - trying to understand his

world.

She then turns to the front cover to see what it is. Playboy.

We hear the shower stop as Amy smiles, puts the book down - pushes

the chair aside then moves to a series of pictures on the wall:

Virgil as a young boy - his sister Jennie a few years older - and

his mother and father. Then another picture next to it - Virgil in

his skates and Jennie older - no father - Sophie at their feet.

And a final picture - Virgil as an adult - he and Jennie on the

front porch - his arms wrapped around his sister like he's never

going to let go.

VOICE (O.S.)

Hello?

Amy turns to see - Jennie, carrying a bag under her arm.

AMY:

Hello.

Jennie moves towards the kitchen.

JENNIE:

I'm Jennie, Virgil's sister.

And you are..?

Virgil steps out - bathrobe - drying his hair.

VIRGIL:

Jen, this is Amy Tremont.

Jennie now at the kitchen - stares at the juice container - places

it back in the fridge - just so.

JENNIE:

I was just at the market Virgil,

picking up a few things before

school - and I thought you might like some...

VIRGIL:

(smells)

Apples and bananas.

Amy sees the fruit on the counter - impressed.

JENNIE:

He's being a show-off, Amy - I always bring him these.

(putting them in the fridge)

The apples are on the bottom shelf...

VIRGIL:

At two o'clock. Oranges at 10.

I know, thanks.

JENNIE:

Amy -- you in town long...

And WHAM - Virgil moving into the room, collides right into the

chair Amy moved - knocking into a lamp sending it to the ground.

Jennie immediately rushes over.

AMY:

Virgil?

VIRGIL:

I'm fine.

JENNIE:

No you're not - you're bleeding.

(turning to Amy, sudden)

First lesson with a blind man,

Amy - don't change anything -

it's too dangerous

AMY:

(moving to Virgil)

I'm sorry - I didn't know...

VIRGIL:

It was my fault. I'm OK.

Jennie still dabbing at his leg.

VIRGIL:

(embarassed, snaps)

Goddamit, Jennie - I said I was OK

- leave me alone!

Jennie hesitates, then stands to go - sees the hockey book out of

place. A glance to Amy and she picks it up - quietly moves it back

to it's rightful spot.

JENNIE:

I've got parent meetings tonight -

there's dinner in the freezer - left corner.

(turns to Amy) Nice to have met you, Amy.

AMY:

Me too - and again - I'm sorry.

And she's gone - leaving Amy and Virgil together - a moment of

awkwardness.

AMY:

She seemed ... nice.

VIRGIL:

She seemed jealous.

AMY:

Your leg is still bleeding.

VIRGIL:

It'll stop - happens all the time.

Welcome to my world.

We hold on Amy - taking this in:

INT. BEAR MTN. - LATER THAT NIGHT

Japanese lanterns criss-cross across an open area. Guests of the spa

mingle about - drinks in hand - some dance on a floor set up over

the aerobics area. Music plays in the background.

Amy, carrying two trays of food, finds her way to where Virgil sits

at a table off to the side - putting his food in front of him.

AMY:

Let's see if I can get this right.

Chicken's at three - salad at seven -

vegetables at ten.

VIRGIL:

(picking up his fork)

Very good - thank-you.

AMY:

This is nice.

They do this every weekend?

VIRGIL:

Every Friday - for the guests leaving. Supposed to make them want to

come back.

AMY:

(sits, uneasy)

Love the music -

Gershwin - makes you want to...

She stops. Virgil, fork poised over his food, senses her

uncomfortableness.

VIRGIL:

You like dancing?

AMY:

Hmmm? Yeah - don't do it much.

(changing subject)

Chicken's good.

Amy resumes eating - Virgil's fork spears something on his plate -

raising it to his mouth - both we and Amy now see it's a large pat

of butter. Too late - it's in his mouth.

Amy watches him - the reaction on his face as he tastes it - then

surreptitiously swallows it. Then realizes Amy saw him.

VIRGIL:

Nothing like a good pat of fat.

What do you say we dance?

AMY:

No, really, I'm fine...

Virgil is up - pulling her hand.

VIRGIL:

Come on

She stands and Virgil puts his hands on the back of her shoulders.

VIRGIL:

Lead on.

And as she ushers him to the floor the music changes - a salsa -

lively. Amy stops:

AMY:

Different piece - maybe we should...

VIRGIL:

You kidding - take my hand.

And as she does - Virgil starts dancing to the music - feeling the

beat - in perfect rhythm but his moves are his own, something we've

never seen before - uninhibited, wild - a little funny, but also

there's something sensual in his abandonment.

All Amy can do is hang on for the ride - enjoying Virgil enjoying

himself. People even clear back a little to give him some room -

however he moves about the floor easily - somehow sensing where the

other couples are.

It's a whirlwind moment - a moment where the two of them get lost

with each other - for a second shutting out the world and it's just

them, the music and their movement.

Then suddenly the music is over. And they stop - the moment gone.

Virgil turns to Amy and she applauds Virgil's wild moves

He takes a bow with a flourish. Spins to another angle - another

bow. Spins back again - a step back and:

CRASSSH - he's into the buffet table - sliding to the ground - food

spilling on top of him. Amy, can't help but laugh, rushes to him.

AMY:

You have to teach me that move.

And Amy reaches down to his guacamole covered hand - and pulls him

up into an embrace and as they kiss amidst sauce and salad dressing

- we see:

INT. AMY'S HOTEL ROOM - MORNING

Amy - on the phone - looking out her window.

AMY:

Betsy - you were telling me about your father,

his cataracts - you said he had a problem.

How is he now?

(she listens)

Doctor - Dr. Aaron? - do you have his number?

INT. BEAR MTN. GYM - DAY

A handful of people on various pieces of equipment. Virgil, tank

top, heavy sweat, on a stationary bicycle - working out. Amy next to

him on a treadmill - trying to keep up as Caroline from the front

desk comes and hands her something.

Amy reads it briefly then hops off the treadmill moving to Virgil.

AMY:

Virgil, I just got some great news.

VIRGIL:

(picking up speed again)

The Atlanta project?

AMY:

No, no - I was talking to my assistant

this morning - her father had these

severe cataracts...

VIRGIL:

(slowing)

Oh. Really.

AMY:

She put me in touch with a Dr. Richard

Aaron - the guy's the leading eye surgeon

on the eastern seaboard - he's been working

with techniques - I don't know all the jargon

- but I spoke to him earlier on the phone

at the Institute...

VIRGIL:

You called this guy?

Virgil stops riding - starts to get off the bike.

AMY:

(excited)

I told him all about you - he just faxed me

back - he'd love to get a look at your eyes

- he thinks maybe, mavbe - there might be a

chance of reversal.

Virgil faces Amy, best he can, while he pulls on his sweat jacket.

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