At First Sight Page #3

VIRGIL:

Well, this is my ride.

Hey Tommy, my man.

And with his hand extended a kid high fives it. Amy looks up - a BUS

full of young school kids. Seems odd.

TOMMY:

Virge.

As the kid moves off.

AMY:

Well, I just wanted to apologize for back there -

blubbering like that - I was just in a weird place.

VIRGIL:

And now...

AMY:

Now, I'm fine - so I wanted to

thank- you. For what you did.

VIRGIL:

For making you cry.

AMY:

No, I made me cry - and you handled

it great - didn't freak or anything.

(beat)

Is my mascara smeared or something?

VIRGIL:

(laughs)

No. Why?

AMY:

You're just looking at me funny.

CARL:

Virgil - lets move it.

VIRGIL:

As I said earlier - I just never get used to the view.

Virgil starts towards the bus, reaching behind to his pack. Pulls

something out.

VIRGIL:

See you tomorrow.

And CLICK, CLICK, CLICK - a WHITE CANE unfolds in his hand. And he

taps his way to the bus.

AMY:

See you... oh my God.

VIRGIL:

What?

AMY:

You're, you're -- I'm so sorry.

VIRGIL:

(smile)

Hey, you already apologized once

- no need to overdo it. Bye now.

Amy doesn't know how to respond. And he moves into the front seat of

the bus - amongst "Hey Virgil's" from the school kids and Ca-chunk

the doors close - the Yellow Bus steaming off - past Amy, as she

stares at Virgil in the front seat - about to wave to him - then

realizing he wouldn't see.

As she turns and watches the bus move off down the street - a hand

comes out - Virgil's - and waves good-bye.

EXT. VIRGIL'S HOME.- DUSK

The BUS stopping in front of Virgil's home - a side-by-side DUPLEX

at the edge of surrounding woods.

Virgil steps into the street and with a HONK the bus pulls away. He

turns, grazes his hand across a tree out front - and starts towards

his home.

AT THE PORCH - he hesitates at the first door. Finds it with his

hand - then raps on it.

No answer. He moves over to his own door - and goes inside.

INT. VIRGIL'S HOME - EVENING

As he enters, Sophie, an aging LAB, lays on the couch.

VIRGIL:

Get of f the couch, Sophie.

As the dog slides guiltily off the couch.

VIRGIL:

Some seeing eye dog -

more like sleeping eye dog.

Virgil bends down as he passes the coffee table to pick up the

REMOTE CONTROL placed just so. Click - a Game Show pops on.

VIRGIL:

Met a girl today - nice voice -

followed me out of the building.

Sophie barks.

VIRGIL:

No she wasn't a stalker.

CLOSE ON Virgil's hand flipping open a large book marked "TV HOCKEY

SCHEDULE" - it's completely WHITE - all in BRAILLE.

JENNIE (O.S.)

Sophie's just worried about you -

she watches too many horror movies.

In the kitchen, JENNIE ANDERSON, older than Virgil, simply dressed,

putting a just made dinner carefully onto a plate.

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