At First Sight Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1999
- 128 min
- 436 Views
VIRGIL Don't be embarrassed -
We should stop for today.
AMY Yeah, thanks.
You always make the girls cry.
VIRGIL:
I'm going to go now - unless you'd like me to stay.
AMY:
Could you - just for a minute?
VIRGIL:
Of course, whatever you need.
Virgil sits next to her - then reaches out - takes her hand and
starts a slow comforting massage - we see Amy visibly relax.
AMY:
You ever feel like a Martian's
invaded your entire body?
VIRGIL:
Every day.
Amy, closes her eyes - smiling slightly in thanks.
INT. VIRGIL'S MASSAGE ROOM - LATER
CAMERA pans slowly over to Amy asleep - and on the click of the door
- her eyes dreamily open.
AMY:
Virgil?
INT. BEAR MTN. HEALTH SPA - LATE DAY
Hallway outside the massage area. Amy exits the change room, now
wearing her sweats - pulling on her sneakers.
VIRGIL (O.S.)
(calling out)
Hey Caroline, you look incredible today.
CAROLINE (O.S.)
(laughing)
Quite a compliment, Virgil. See ya tomorrow.
VIRGIL (O.S.)
See ya.
Amy looks down the hall - sees a glimpse of Virgil rounding the
corner. She chases after hi~n into the reception area where she sees
him exiting the door and moving of f down the driveway.
AMY:
Virgil - wait...
He's gone. Hopping along, tugging on her last sandal - she decides
to go after him - fighting her way through a large tour group just
checking in.
Virgil in the distance, moving his way towards the main street. Amy
exiting the building - trying not to slip on the ice as she, hurries
after him - trying to get close enough to call out.
Virgil stops at a main roadway as Amy comes up behind him.
AMY:
Virgil, hey.
Virgil turns - sunglasses on - looks directly at Amy.
VIRGIL:
Yes.
AMY:
It's Amy - Amy Tremont.
VIRGIL:
Of course - you were sleeping,
didn't want to wake you.
AMY:
Yes thanks - you're the skater, right -
I saw you last night, coming in.
Pretty mean slapshot.
You play on some team or something?
VIRGIL:
Yeah, something. You a hockey fan?
AMY:
Always liked it - never get around to
seeing a game. But I loved to skate
as a kid - unfortunately I have two left feet.
VIRGIL:
(playing with her)
They look perfectly OK with me.
Amy laughs, starts relaxing - unconsciously starts to flirt. Head
cocked, shifts her weight on one foot, moving slightly closer.
AMY:
I love the view you get here.
VIRGIL:
Same here - I never get used to it.
Just then a YELLOW SCHOOL BUS pulls up in front of him and WHOOSH
the doors pop open revealing CARL KIPLING, black, a hundred years
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