Eyes of the Beholder Page #3

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Just pipe this one through.

I'll wrap it up and owe you my life.

Just name your price.

Thats more like it.

Thank you.

Okay, so here comes.

- There. How'd you go?

- Oh, Hil, marry me.

I'll need everything you've got

on this probation report.

Was that a proposal that I heard

just pass through your lips?

Next of kin.

Joanna Eris.

- Charlotte.

- Good morning, Mr. Leonard.

- You're early as usual.

- Good morning to you, Miss Vincent.

Now are you ready to be dazzled

by my fine wines?

I can hardly wait.

Dazzle away.

Dear Hilary, this will probably

be the last e-mail I'll ever write...

so I guess that means I quit.

My wife was right.

I spent my whole life hiding

behind computer screens...

and it cost me my daughter.

But its time to let go,

because...

I met an extraordinary woman

and she needs my help.

I wont make

the same mistake twice.

God bless you and thanks

for being my guardian angel.

You're leaving.

- I'll be back in a few days.

- No, you're not.

You're leaving me again,

just like last time.

I didn't leave anybody.

Your mother left me.

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 took you away from me.

She took everything away from me.

If you don't take me with you,

I won't ever come back.

I have to go.

Dreams of striking gold.

But, of course, that didn't happen.

The fact was, he was a loser.

Probably the most adorable loser

to ever walk the face of the Earth.

So Mom left.

In December, a guy came and...

had the power shut off.

I was nine years old.

It was Christmas.

We went for a walk...

roaming the streets like

a couple of homeless people...

watching others shop,

looking at the lights.

He sang tome.

I wish you blue birds in the spring

We sat somewhere

to rest for a while.

I wasnt stupid.

I knew I was gonna see Christmas...

from the back alley

of a shoe store.

But still, I was totally

caught up in spirit of things.

I wanted to get him something,

give him something special.

But when I got back...

he was gone.

It was Christmas Day.

I never saw my daddy again.

I never saw him again.

I never saw my daddy again.

I'll always be here.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Charlotte.

Dont leave her.

Dont leave her alone.

First we are processed.

First we are processed.

They take everything away.

We lose our personal possessions.

Everything except our own shoes.

They want us to wear

our own shoes...

just to feel a little bit at home.

Then we make our way

out into the yard...

where we will meet

our fellow inmates...

and the first thing

they're going to do?

They're going to take our shoes.

So, come on then.

Take off your shoes.

I mean it.

Take off your shoes.

Take off your shoes!

- Dr. Brault.

- Can I help you?

You were in charge of the probation

exchange scheme during the early '80s?

If you would contact my office--

I'm investigating a former resident.

Could you spare me a few moments?

Who are you investigating?

Eris, Joanna.

- Cognac?

- Please.

She did fine with the foster homes.

The theft was nothing more than

a youthful dare-- there you 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 to you.

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.

It just didn't work.

After a couple of years

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.

- For your own personal supervision.

- Mm-hmm.

Forgive me for asking,

Dr. Brault.

Are you wearing a wig?

Does she still wear wigs?

One of the little tricks

I taught her.

Never reveal yourself to any man

who doesn't need to know.

Now you need to know.

And what other little tricks

did you teach her?

I taught her to survive, to fight

and never let the motherfuckers in.

Survival of the fittest, Joanna.

Kill or be killed.

Was she ever

sexually molested by a man?

- Not to my knowledge.

- Were you?

All right. That's enough.

Get out.

- Detective, my ass. Who are you?

- Miss Eris is in a lot of trouble.

- I'm someone that's trying to help.

- What?

To find out where

the trouble started?

Now you think youve got

a pretty good idea, is that it?

Who the hell do you people

think you are?

This girl came to me a weak,

pathetic little field mouse.

You hand me the problems,

never the solutions. Get out.

-Jan?

- Yes. Come on in, girls.

God bless you for your time, Doctor.

Keep up the good work.

- Get out. What is it?

- Are you all right?

Of course.

Of course I'm all right.

Pisces.

Familiarity breeds contempt.

Time to end the holiday

and get back to work...

remembering to tie up all

loose ends before you move on.

Your search is far from over...

as your true companion still

waits patiently in the wings.

Oh, no, no, no.

Why don't you just 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.

- Thats just one side of the family.

- Look!

- I never look. What is it?

It's a skunk. That's about the best

sign of good luck youll ever have.

Only when the stars are right

and the moon is 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 of your closest friends.

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

isn't it I who should

pop that question?

Well, technically, yes.

But why would you think

a lovely young 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 know you better

than you know yourself.

And of course, there's always

your fortune that I'm after.

Why, Charlotte?

Why me?

Because you can't see

who I really am...

and I think it's in the stars.

Very well, Miss Vincent.

I do.

Until tomorrow, then, my darling.

I love you, Mr. Leonard.

You know, I never did

buy you that pendant.

Of course you didn't.

Take care of her, Roy.

I know youre there.

What do you 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 are you doing here?

It's early.

Come on!

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