At First Sight

EXT. VALLEY - DUSK

Gold light dappling across a valley that seems to reach on forever.

We ease back, revealing more - taking in the visual feast - finally

discovering a seated figure facing out over the valley - a DOG at

his feet.

VIRGIL ANDERSON, life ahead of him - someone seemingly at ease with

himself. As we watch. him a moment - SOUNDS become prominent -

whistle of the wind through the grass - a bird's wings as it takes

flight - a tree branch creaking under its own weight. And as he sits

there, listening, we see the last rays of sunlight slip from the

day.

BLACK - and our TITLES come up.

Then out of the darkness come a pair of HEADLIGHTS. - and we're:

EXT. NEW YORK TURNPIKE - INTO PINECREST - DUSK

An old BMW 2002 making its way up the Taconic Parkway.

INT. BMW - DUSK

On the radio:
Whitney Houston's "I'll Always Love You". AMY TREMONT,

30's, driving, on the phone.

AMY:

I'm lost Betsy, and you know me -

I don't wear lost well - wait, wait I'm losing you...

(the cell phone glitches)

I'm pulling over before you disappear forever.

Amy pulls off the side of the road. Wrestles with a map and the

phone.

AMY:

Sign? I was looking for a sign? There's no...

Her attention is caught by something off camera. She stares out into

the night..

HER POV - A small iced over pond - and in the middle - moving about

is Virgil, ICE SKATING - hockey stick in hand - moving about the

rink with an imaginary puck.

AMY (O.S.)

(distracted)

Yes... I took the first ..... no, no, I'm listening...

Virgil winds up and takes a slap at the ice with his stick - throws

his hands up in the air like he just scored.

Amy smiles, peers off down the road. A sign: BEAR MTN. SPA AND

RESORT 1.4 miles.

AMY:

Wait, I got it - yeah. No don't call me.. right,

unless you hear from Atlanta. And fax me the

designs - I want to tinker with them a bit more

... I'm going to rest - bye - I'll see you in a week.

Beep she hangs up. Looks back out to the pond. It's empty. Shrugs -

about to pull out - that love song still blaring.

AMY:

Oh p-lease, Whitney.

CLICK - she shuts off the radio - and pulls back out onto the road.

EXT. BEAR MTN. HEALTH SPA - NIGHT

Amy pulling luggage out of her car. She takes a breath - clearly

she's exhausted - and starts towards the entrance.

INT. BEAR MTN. HEALTH SPA - RECEPTION DESK - NIGHT

Amy at the front desk with the Night Manager CAROLINE, 30'S,

annoyingly fit.

CAROLINE:

… we have a full weight room, lifecycles,

stairmasters, a spa, yoga, aerobics, spin classes...

AMY:

I'm really just looking for a quick fix, here.

Do you have anything that just involves lying down?

CAROLINE:

A massage.

AMY:

Great. I'll have one a day. Not too early.

INT. BEAR MTN. - MASSAGE WAITING AREA - NEXT DAY

Amy enters, wearing sweats, she checks her watch - looks toward a

closed door - about to grab a magazine when she hears from behind

the door:

WOMAN'S VOICE

Virgil, Oh God..., right there. Yes.

Amy's interest piques - the woman's murmur continuing - deep

ecstasy.

WOMAN'S VOICE

Yes there - a bit more...

(a small bell DINGS)

--wait - wait, you can't stop - one more minute - noo!

VIRGIL'S VOICE

Sorry, Susan - time's up.

I've got someone waiting.

And the door opens - and we see a woman, 60's,

SUSAN, Bette Midler type, backing out of the room.

SUSAN:

Virgil, you have to come live with me.

VIRGIL'S VOICE

And what would your husband say?

Amy, you out there? - c'mon in.

SUSAN:

That's it - I'm getting a divorce.

Amy smiles as she passes Susan and enters.

INT. VIRGIL'S MASSAGE ROOM - DAY

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)