Eye of the Beholder Page #3

Then take me with you.

No, I can't.|It's too important.

You're running away again.

- I'm not running away.|- Me and Mommy, you hate us.

- Oh, for God's sake.|- You're abandoning me.

I didn't abandon anyone!

She tookyou away from me.

She took everything away from me.

Ifyou don't take me with you,|I won't ever come back.

I have to go.

Dreams ofstrikinggold.

But, ofcourse, thatdidn'thappen.

The fact was, he wasaloser.

Probably themostadorable loser|to ever walk the face ofthe Earth.

So Mom left.

In December, aguy cameand...

had the power shut off.

I was nineyears old.|It was Christmas.

We wentfora walk...

roaming thestreets like|a couple ofhomelesspeople...

watchingothersshop,|lookingat thelights.

Hesang tome.

I wishyoubluebirds in thespring

Wesatsomewhere|torestfora while.

I wasn'tstupid.|Iknewl wasgonnasee Christmas...

from thebackalley|ofashoestore.

Butstill, I was totally|caughtup in spiritofthings.

I wantedtogethimsomething,|givehimsomethingspecial.

But when lgotback...

he wasgone.

It was Christmas Day.

Ineversawmy daddyagain.

Ineversawhim again.

Ineversawmy daddyagain.

I'llalwaysbehere.|Iloveyou.

Iloveyou.

Iloveyou, Charlotte.

Don'tleaveher.

Don'tleaveheralone.

First weareprocessed.

First weareprocessed.

They take everything away.

We lose our personal possessions.

Everything except our own shoes.

Theywant us to wear|our own shoes...

just to feel a little bit at home.

Then we make ourway|out into theyard...

where we will meet|our fellow inmates...

and the fiirst thing|they're going to do?

They're going to take our shoes.

So, come on then.

Take offyour shoes.

I mean it.|Take offyour shoes.

Take offyour shoes!

- Dr. Brault.|- Can I helpyou?

You were in charge ofthe probation|exchange scheme during the early '80s?

Ifyou would contact my offiice--

I'm investigating a former resident.|Could you spare me a few moments?

Who areyou investigating?

Eris,Joanna.

- Cognac?|- Please.

She did fiine with the foster homes.

The theft was nothing more than|a youthful dare-- thereyou go--

that certainly didn't amount|to 1 2 months' detention.

That's where the real damage|was done.

She tried to kill herself|several times.

Stuck her hand right through|a plate glass window...

and attempted to hack it off.

Did you know that?

Cigarette?

And after her release|she came straight toyou.

They all came to me.

I was federal probation chief|at the time.

The whole exchange program|was my idea.

Remove the girls from|their familiar environments...

unearth them, probate them|where they had no roots.

Well, it didn't work.|Itjust didn't work.

After a couple ofyears|it became a very costly blur.

The girls were all unmanageable...

ignorant, demented female hoods.

All, that is, but...

Joanna, number 8773.

Joanna Eris.

She was unique. I had her|immediately transferred to Boston.

- Foryour own personal supervision.|- Mm-hmm.

Forgive me for asking,|Dr. Brault.

Areyou wearing a wig?

Does she still wearwigs?

One ofthe little tricks|I taught her.

Never reveal yourselfto any man|who doesn't need to know.

Nowyou need to know.

And what other little tricks|did you teach her?

I taught her to survive, to fiight|and never let the motherfuckers in.

Survival ofthe fiittest,Joanna.

Kill or be killed.

Was she ever|sexually molested by a man?

- Not to my knowledge.|- Wereyou?

All right. That's enough.|Get out.

- Detective, my ass. Who areyou?|- Miss Eris is in a lot oftrouble.

- I'm someone that's trying to help.|- What?

To fiind out where|the trouble started?

Nowyou thinkyou've got|a pretty good idea, is that it?

Who the hell doyou people|thinkyou are?

This girl came to me a weak,|pathetic little fiield mouse.

You hand me the problems,|never the solutions. Get out.

-Jan?|- Yes. Come on in, girls.

God bless you foryour time, Doctor.|Keep up the good work.

- Get out. What is it?|- Areyou all right?

Ofcourse.|Ofcourse I'm all right.

Pisces.|Familiaritybreeds contempt.

Time to endtheholiday|andgetback to work...

remembering to tie upall|loose endsbeforeyoumove on.

Yoursearch is farfrom over...

asyour true companionstill|waitspatientlyin the wings.

Oh, no, no, no.

Why don'tyoujust take out|a f***ing advertisement?

I've always wondered what it took to|contain a large family, and now I know.

Stamina.

- I'm exhausted.|- That'sjust one side ofthe family.

- Look!|- Ineverlook. Whatisit?

It's a skunk. That's about the best|sign ofgood luckyou'll ever have.

Only when thestarsare right|andthemoonis full.

How's the moon?

It's full as a bull, old-timer.

So how will we celebrate|our good fortune?

A simple ceremony...

here or St. Boniface.

Nothing too elaborate.|Quaint and charming...

for, say...

800 ofyour closest friends.

Now, call me old-fashioned, but...

isn't it I who should|pop that question?

Well, technically, yes.

But whywould you think|a lovelyyoung thing such as myself...

would want to tie the knot|with a blind old coot...

who's rapidly approaching|his "use by" date.

Not to mention the fact that|you're a Virgo, Mr. Leonard...

and I knowyou better|than you knowyourself.

And ofcourse, there's always|your fortune that I'm after.

Why, Charlotte?|Why me?

Becauseyou can't see|who I really am...

and I think it's in the stars.

Verywell, Miss Vincent.

I do.

Until tomorrow, then, my darling.

I loveyou, Mr. Leonard.

You know, I never did|buyyou that pendant.

Ofcourseyou didn't.

Take care ofher, Roy.

I knowyou're there.

What doyou want?

Open your eyes,|you stupid blind bastard!

She's gonna kill ya!|She's gonna kill ya!

Come on!|I'm taking you away!

What areyou doing here?|It's early.

Come on!|We're gonna get married!

- What?|- We're gonna get married!

Now?

Mr. Leonard, I think I have|something to tell you.

Congratulations.

You'rekiddingme.

That's fantastic.|I'mgonnabea father?

Congratulations, Daddy.

Stop.|Please stop.

Stop. Stop.

Please f***ing stop.

Everybody stay back.

Back!

Let me go!

Get offme!|Get offofme!

Yea, though I walk through the valley|the shadow ofdeath...

I will fear no evil...

forHe is withme.

Looks likeyour cigarette lighter's|run out ofgas, princess.

Hey, how areyou?

- How areyou?|- A little car trouble. Can you help me?

I sure thinkwe can|take care ofthat.

I'm sure every man and his dog|has tried a line on you.

Has anyone ever told you|you have very sad eyes?

Yes, they have, Gary.

Has anyone ever told you|you need a shower?

That's a pretty mean-looking shark|you got there, princess.

It's a fiish. Pisces.

Looks like a shark to me.

You like sharks?

I like the myths.

They have a limited memory.

Maybe only a minute or two.

Sounds like a pretty good life to me.

Ofcourse, the down side is...

they can never stop swimming.

Even when they're asleep...

they have to keep moving forward.

'Cause ifthey stop|for even a moment...

they'll die.

- F*** me dead.|- What?

Nothing. I wasjust--

I wasjust saying you could lay|your dentures on my bedside table...

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