Eyes of the Beholder Page #5

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when you wake up in it?

What do you do on Christmas...

in a house?

I'm supposed to be so...

young, and not have anything

to show for myself...

except a big sense of loss.

That hardly fills up a house.

What have you lost?

I've lost my childhood...

my youth...

my father...

my husband...

my daughter.

She wasn't any bigger than a minute.

Barely had a name.

Now my mind's going too.

It plays tricks on me.

And spookiest of all,

I lost my angel.

I had a guardian

who looked after me.

I think I miss him most.

My angel.

Maybe he'll come back someday.

Come back and bury me

in my favorite graveyard in Valdez.

It's not up to us, though.

Is it?

It's up to the gods.

The whole thing is.

What have you lost?

It's only fair.

This one's my daughter...

I think.

She was an embassy kid

and was relocated--

or dislocated is, I think,

the word that they used--

every ten months.

I simply came home one day

and she wasn't there anymore.

And seven years later,

I stopped looking for her.

The thing that gets me the most

is that she had no choice.

She simply woke up one morning...

and didn't have a father anymore.

So I'm just a daddy

who lost his little girl.

And I guess you're a little girl...

who lost her daddy.

And that's it.

End of story.

Romeo, we're real crowded today.

You're gonna have to share.

What can I get you?

Coffee.

That's it?

For the record, Lieutenant,

I think this is a very sick scenario.

Nobody's accusing

anybody yet, Doctor.

Just tell us what you see.

Okay. Here we go.

That's not Joanna Eris.

We have reason to believe it is.

Be very sure.

I'm telling you, it's not her.

I'd really like

a chance to try again.

And I wouldn't waste your time.

I'd make it worth your while.

It's not a waste of my time.

It's a waste of your time.

I don't know how much more

of this place I can take.

- I get off in two hours.

- I can't wait.

I could drive the car around the back

and we could go now.

I'll meet you out back

in five minutes.

Come on, come on, come on.

Have a seat.

What did you say you do?

Real estate.

It's a pretty tough business up here.

It's a pretty mean business.

Snow means money,

and I'm suspicious.

I think that's why

I spotted the police so quickly.

I think they had the place staked.

I wonder what for.

They're probably gonna arrest somebody.

Probably one of the regulars...

or one of the staff.

Would you like a drink?

I only have cognac.

I never touch the stuff.

I've seen you someplace before.

I don't think so.

I've been around

a long time, though.

Someplace else.

Have you ever been to Florida?

Couple of times.

Everybody looks like

somebody else, huh?

My wife was born in L.A.--

What are you doing?

Don't do this to me.

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

I know who you are.

You took my picture...

at the museum.

I wish you love.

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