At First Sight Page #7

AMY:

Yes - there - it's soft - like a shimmer

VIRGIL:

The wind blowing the rain against a window.

AMY:

(smile)

Like a cymbal. It's like our own

percussive symphony, isn't it?

Amy opens her eyes - looks about the room - listening.

VIRGIL:

The world is invisible to me - with my touch it comes

alive. But only one thing at a time. But when it's raining,

I feel everything at once. Sometimes, I wish it could

rain inside rain all around us.

AMY:

(musing)

"Einfuehlung."

VIRGIL:

What?

AMY:

Einfuehlung - it's an architectural term.

It means to share an empathy.

Been a long time since I felt that.

And as they stand listening to the rain, playing its music - Amy

watches him - fascinated by him - then shivers slightly.

VIRGIL:

You're cold, we should go.

AMY:

No, I'm fine, really. It was just something passing

through me - can't explain it - a good thing.

Amy smiles at him - then quietly realizes

he can't see it. She moves close, her

hand reaching out and taking his.

AMY:

What you just showed me … how

I feel - makes me smile.

She takes his hand - hesitates - then puts it on the side of her

face.

VIRGIL:

I see it now. Thank-you.

We hold a beat - enjoying the symphony of rain - then cut to:

EXT. BEAR MTN. LODGE - MORNING

The sun warming the cool morning air. The school bus pulling away to

reveal Virgil making his way into work.

VIRGIL (V.O.)

I thought after yesterday,

you'd never get up on my table again.

INT. MASSAGE ROOM - NEXT DAY

Amy on the table. Virgil squirting oil in his hand - preparing.

AMY:

You kidding? today, I'm looking

for a complete nervous breakdown.

VIRGIL:

I love a challenge.

And as he places his palms carefully on her back - working her back

slowly we hear opera play quietly in the background.

DISSOLVE TO:

Virgil's hands on the small of her back - something amazingly

sensual about how he works her muscles. Amy speaks to him in low

tones - in a state of complete relaxation.

AMY:

Can I ask how long you've been blind?

VIRGIL:

Of course, most people avoid the subject. You tell them

you're blind and they act surprised. "You're blind? Reallv?

I didn't know - you hide it so well." And then they wave their

hand in front of your face just to make sure. (beat)

It started when I was a little over a year old.

Virgil's hands move down Amy's sides - slow - feeling each contour -

the oil making her skin glisten. Amy moves her head slightly with

his touch. She lets out a small breath of air.

AMY:

(quiet)

You see shadows?

VIRGIL:

No. Congenital cataracts. And a case of retinitis

pigmentosa thrown in for good measure.

This area needs to loosen up.

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