Eye of the Beholder Page #5

- There. How'dyougo?|- Oh, Hil, marry me.

I'll need everything you've got|on this probation report.

Was thataproposalthatlheard|justpass throughyourlips?

Next ofkin.

Joanna Eris.

- Charlotte.|- Good morning, Mr. Leonard.

- You're early as usual.|- Good morning toyou, Miss Vincent.

Now areyou ready to be dazzled|by my fiine wines?

I can hardlywait.|Dazzle away.

You're leaving.

- I'll be back in a few days.|- No, you're not.

You're leaving me again,|just like last time.

I didn't leave anybody.|Your mother left me.

Then take me with you.

No, I can't.|It's too important.

You're running away again.

- I'm not running away.|- Me and Mommy, you hate us.

- Oh, for God's sake.|- You're abandoning me.

I didn't abandon anyone!

She tookyou away from me.

She took everything away from me.

Ifyou don't take me with you,|I won't ever come back.

I have to go.

Dreams ofstrikinggold.

But, ofcourse, thatdidn'thappen.

The fact was, he wasaloser.

Probably themostadorable loser|to ever walk the face ofthe Earth.

So Mom left.

In December, aguy cameand...

had the power shut off.

I was nineyears old.|It was Christmas.

We wentfora walk...

roaming thestreets like|a couple ofhomelesspeople...

watchingothersshop,|lookingat thelights.

Hesang tome.

I wishyoubluebirds in thespring

Wesatsomewhere|torestfora while.

I wasn'tstupid.|Iknewl wasgonnasee Christmas...

from thebackalley|ofashoestore.

Butstill, I was totally|caughtup in spiritofthings.

I wantedtogethimsomething,|givehimsomethingspecial.

But when lgotback...

he wasgone.

It was Christmas Day.

Ineversawmy daddyagain.

Ineversawhim again.

Ineversawmy daddyagain.

I'llalwaysbehere.|Iloveyou.

Iloveyou.

Iloveyou, Charlotte.

Don'tleaveher.

Don'tleaveheralone.

First weareprocessed.

First weareprocessed.

They take everything away.

We lose our personal possessions.

Everything except our own shoes.

Theywant us to wear|our own shoes...

just to feel a little bit at home.

Then we make ourway|out into theyard...

where we will meet|our fellow inmates...

and the fiirst thing|they're going to do?

They're going to take our shoes.

So, come on then.

Take offyour shoes.

I mean it.|Take offyour shoes.

Take offyour shoes!

- Dr. Brault.|- Can I helpyou?

You were in charge ofthe probation|exchange scheme during the early '80s?

Ifyou would contact my offiice--

I'm investigating a former resident.|Could you spare me a few moments?

Who areyou investigating?

Eris,Joanna.

- Cognac?|- Please.

She did fiine with the foster homes.

The theft was nothing more than|a youthful dare-- thereyou go--

that certainly didn't amount|to 1 2 months' detention.

That's where the real damage|was done.

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