At First Sight Page #6

Grazing his hand across a telephone pole - Virgil stops - turns to

Amy.

VIRGIL:

This is the end of the street.

We should turn back.

AMY:

What about past the end of the street?

What's out there?

He turns around.

VIRGIL:

(shrugs)

Nothing.

AMY:

No - there's an old run down

building off to the side...

VIRGIL:

Must be the old firehouse.

It had a fire so they shut it down. (Amy laughs)

Honest to God.

(intrigued)

What else do you see?

AMY:

A wall of shrubs -

a field with an interesting configuration of trees.

The wind has picked up a bit.

VIRGIL:

Tell me how you see it.

AMY:

(enjoying the game)

OK, sure. Let's see - long and elegant. Like --

like a woman dancing with two lovers, trying

to decide which one she loves.

Virgil stops a moment - takes in the image.

AMY:

What?

VIRGIL:

It's just - the image you just

gave me - "Dancing trees. - I like that.

Virgil stops - his head c*cks slightly.

VIRGIL:

We should go - it's starting to rain.

AMY:

(looking around)

There's a bit of a breeze but--

KABOOM - thunder - and the rain just drops.

INT. FIREHOUSE - NIGHT

They run in laughing - Amy closing the door behind them as Virgil

moves his way into the center of the room - stands where the

moonlight from a high window hits the floor. Water runs down the

outside glass, causing the light to ripple across him. The room is

empty - almost surreal.

AMY:

I can't believe how fast it happens...

(she sees Virgil - his head cocked towards the ceiling)

AMY:

Virgil?

Virgil's head turns toward her.

VIRGIL:

You like rain - I love the rain.

AMY:

(moving to him)

What were you just doing there?

Virgil slowly moves his head about, sensing the room.

VIRGIL:

Listening - the rain - it brings out the

contours of everything, gives life to

a room I can't see.

WE SEE SLOW MOVING CUTS of the building as Virgil describes what he

hears.

VIRGIL:

You hear it?...on the roof dripping down the

walls on every side. On the right, on the

drainpipe, it's drumming with a deeper,

steadier sound - - like a timpani - echoing

across the room - tells me the room is large

- open. You feel it - in your chest? On the left,

the rain says... (he listens)

...a fire escape, with it's own rhythm

- ping - ping. Then listen - there...

(he points)

--what's that - over there...?

AMY:

Looks like it's...

VIRGIL:

No, listen for it - not what it

looks like - what it becomes.

Come here.

Amy moves closer - Virgil puts his hands out on her shoulders -

turns her to the sound.

VIRGIL:

Now just listen to it - shut out

everything but that sound -

do you hear it?

Amy strains to listen - closes her eyes - her head instinctively

turning - no in unison with Virgil's

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