Still upset?
I was perfect for that part, Phil.
You know that.
Of course I know that.
I submitted you for it, remember?
It's my job. Agents do those things.
Well, is it also your job to take very
depressed clients to cocktail parties
just to cheer them up?
No. That's my pleasure.
Phil. How do I look? All right?
- Fantastic.
- Okay.
- Tawny, my dear.
- Mr. Caulfield.
You look delicious.
It's Alex, my dear.
Certainly you remember.
Mr. Caulfield.
I hear you lost the lead
in the new Simon Lane film.
Yeah, well, that's the way it goes.
Serious drama
isn't your style anyway, my dear.
But my magazine is.
I've wanted you as a Rendezvous
centrefold for a long time.
The offer's still good.
How come whenever
I'm around you, Caulfield,
I feel like
I have to scrape my shoes?
Come on, Phil. I need a drink.
Tawny, dear, better not wait too long.
You have the most saleable T&A
in town now.
But looks don't last forever.
You're a real jackass,
you know that, Caulfield?
Hello. This is TawnyTurner.
Please leave your name and number
and the time that you called,
and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.
Maybe so, maybe no.
Tawny, I know you're home.
Now, please, pick up the phone.
Look, Caulfield's an idiot.
We'll try another picture.
Tawny.
I'm worried about you, Tawny.
Please, pick up the ph--
The hell with it. I'm coming over.
Go away.
I got your lunch.
I'm not hungry. I said go away.
I'll just leave it over here.
You might change your mind.
Spaghetti and meatballs.
Haven't seen you before.
Who are you?
Jonathan Smith.
I just started working on this floor.
Well, Jonathan Smith,
if you changed floors
to meet the beautiful
and wonderful Tawny Turner,
I'm afraid you're gonna be
sorely disappointed, okay?
Well, I really wasn't expecting
to meet Tawny Turner, Miss Anders.
- How did you know my real name?
- It's right here on my chart.
"Mary Anders, Room ."
You really ought to try the spaghetti
and meatballs. I hear it's pretty good.
Even b*rned you're beautiful.
How'd you get in here?
Do you always treat your visitors
so ungraciously?
I don't have any visitors.
I don't want them.
- Or you.
- I can understand that.
In spite of what you think of me,
Tawny, dear, I really do care.
- Oh, yeah, I'll bet.
- I do.
You see,
I accept you for what you are.
In fact,
I might be the truest friend you have.
And the only one
who can salvage your career.
Are you gonna get out,
or do I have to get a nurse
to come and throw you out?
I know how hard this has been on you,
and I wanna help.
I wanna get you the kind of press
that'll rally your fans around you.
Show them your courage.
That always gets people.
I'll give you a centrefold spread.
Show them you're still sexy,
scars and all.
Real freak show, huh? Get out.
- You'd get a lot of space.
- Get out.
Who else is gonna want you
but me?
- You're damaged goods now, Tawny.
- Get out! Get out!
Get out! Get him out of here!
I think you better leave.
- You're making a big mistake.
- Come on, the visit's over.
You need me, my dear,
and you know it.
You all right?
Yeah, of course I'm all right.
Can't you see that?
I'm TawnyTurner:
the lady with the perfect body,
the perfect skin, the perfect life.
Yeah,
only she doesn't exist anymore.
Mary Anders does.
No, she doesn't.
Oh, God,
I wish I was Mary Anders again.
Whoever she is.
God, they'll all be waiting for me
when I get out of here.
- Who will be waiting?
- The press. The public.
The paparazzis
with their telescopic lens.
All waiting to get their very first photos
of Tawny and her scars.
You know, I know a place
where what you look like
and who you are doesn't really matter.
It's a place where you might even
get to know Mary Anders again.
If you want to.
It doesn't exist.
Oh, yes, it does.
Hey, what are you doing, you bum?
Mark.
Caz. How you doing?
I'm doing fine.
We miss you around here.
Oh, Mark, I'd like you to meet
Dave Chamberlain.
He's director of Mesa Canyon,
a sighted camp up the beach.
Dave, Mark Gordon.
- Pleased to meet you.
- Same here.
Dave and I
are trying a special programme.
We're combining our camps
for sports and games.
Figure if the kids learn
to respect each other now,
it'll last when they grow up.
- Hey, that sounds like a good idea.
- It is, if we can pull it off.
The flu grounded
a bunch of our counsellors.
- Come on, Dave.
- I've gotta run.
I'll make those calls,
see if anyone's available.
I'll keep my fingers crossed.
- It was nice to meet you, Mark.
- Yeah, same here.
So, what are you doing here?
Where's Jonathan?
He'll be along. Say, I don't suppose
you could use a couple extra hands
around here for a while, could you?
Mark, I can't figure it out.
Whenever I need you and Jonathan,
you show up.
- Well, what are friends for?
- You're hired. Jonathan too.
Come on up to the office.
I wanna sign you up
before you change your mind.
Oh, by the way,
there's gonna be one more.
- A volunteer.
- Who's that?
- Did you ever hear of Tawny Turner?
- Sure.
I heard she had some kind of accident
a while ago.
Yeah, there was a fire
in her apartment.
Yeah, that's it.
Wait a minute. You don't mean
TawnyTurner's coming here?
- The Tawny Turner?
- Well, her real name is Mary Anders.
See, she needs some time
and a place
to kind of sort a few things out.
- You know what I mean?
- There's always room for one more.
- Thanks, buddy.
- Wait till I tell Frank about this.
I don't mind you telling Frank,
but to everybody else around here,
it's gotta be "Mary Anders," got it?
- I understand. My lips are sealed.
- Great.
- Well, I'll be. Little Jerry.
- Yeah, they grow up quick.
He's been feeling kind of down.
His father hasn't come to see him
all summer.
Hey, little buddy. Remember me?
Bear. Is that you?
In the flesh.
I missed you.
I missed you too, buddy.
I missed you too.
Hey, Frank.
- Frank Riley.
- Jonathan.
I'd know that voice anywhere.
Hey, I'll catch up to you.
This is incredible. How are you?
Hey, I'm doing great.
You're looking great.
- You still climbing mountains?
- Absolutely. The higher, the better.
I want you to meet Mary Anders.
She's volunteered for active duty.
- Hello, Mary.
- How do you do?
And are you a draftee or enlisted?
A little bit of both, I guess.
I've never done
this kind of thing before.
Well, you'll get the hang of it.
And if you've got questions,
please ask.
Here's the man with the answers.
Frank's the one who started this camp.
Oh, really? Well, from what I can see,
it's really pretty.
Frank, while I'm unloading the car,
why don't you take Mary for a tour?
Good idea.
Mary, it's a big camp, though.
I hope you've got
your walking shoes on.
Why not?
- Hey there, pal. You're pretty fast.
- Thanks.
You got good form too.
Well, you run distance or sprints?
All of it.
Oh, I thought runners specialised
in one or the other.
Not if you can win both.
My name's Jonathan.
I'm a counsellor.
- You're with the blind camp.
- Yeah, that's right.
How come you're not down
at assembly?
I don't know. Wanted to run the track
before it got all cluttered up, I guess.
You mean cluttered up
with blind campers, huh?
- Hey, Eric.
- I gotta go.
Where were you, man?
You missed all the good stuff.
What good stuff?
We're having an Olympics,
and everyone from both camps gets to
choose what event they wanna be in.
So what?
It's not gonna mean anything.
- Not like real competition.
- Why not?
Because these guys can't see.
My dad always says you have
to compete against somebody
at least as good as you are,
or it doesn't count.
- Gosh, your dad sounds tough.
- Well, he's right.
Competing with these guys is stupid.
Very good. You're looking good.
You're about three strokes
from the edge.
Two, one, good.
Touch the edge.
Turn and go. Turn and go.
Turn and go.
Glide those arms in the water.
- Don't splash them. That's it. Good.
- How am I doing, coach?
You're a born fish, Frank.
What can I tell you?
Beautiful. Well done.
Okay, that's enough kicking.
Now we're gonna practise
blowing bubbles, okay?
Come in the water with us,
Miss Anders.
Oh, I'm not wearing my bathing suit.
Yeah, come in the water,
Miss Anders.
Frank, I can't.
I'm wearing pants today.
- I swim in pants all the time.
- Very funny.
We want Mary in the water.
We want Mary in the water.
We want Mary in the water.
We want Mary in the water.
- Would you look what you've started?
- Only one way I know how to finish it.
- Mary's swimming. Mary's swimming.
- Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Riley.
That's all right, Miss Anders.
Oh, come on.
Hey, come on, kids!
Get him! Come on!
Well,
here's the last of the kickboards.
- Is that everything?
- Except for two soaked counsellors.
- Oh, Mary, I'm really sorry.
- Don't be. It was fun.
I really like it here.
A lot more than I thought I would.
Oh, and I love the kids.
But isn't it nice
when they're at lunch and it's quiet?
I love the quiet too.
Do you like horses?
I love horses.
Gosh, I haven't ridden
since I was a kid.
All right.
Well, if you don't mind
missing a little lunch,
we could take a ride on the beach
right now.
That sounds great.
Oh, I don't remember
ever feeling this free or alive.
- Oh, no, I find that hard to believe.
- Oh, believe it.
Okay, I believe it.
- Hey, let's race.
- Race?
Well, yeah.
I'm blind, but the horse isn't.
Pull. Come on.
Pull it. Come on, pull it.
Come on. Pull. Come on.
Pull it. Come on.
Pull it, pull it, pull it.
- Pull. Pull. Yeah.
- Yeah. Come on. Come on.
All right.
All right, Mesa Canyon campers,
let's go, in the bus.
- Sorry I fell on you.
- Forget it.
- My name's Jerry. What's yours?
- Eric.
Are you the Eric
that ran by himself this morning?
Yeah. What about it?
Mr. Smith told me you're fast.
I'm fast too.
Maybe we can be
on a relay team together.
- I don't know.
- Come on. It'll be great.
Okay.
Look, my camp's getting on the bus.
- So, bye.
- See you tomorrow.
Yeah. See you.
And they said, "Farewell forever!"
Said, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
And the forests, dark and lonely,
Moved through
All their depths of darkness,
Sighed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
And the waves upon the margin
Rising, rippling on the pebbles,
Sobbed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
And the heron,
And the Shuh-shuh-gah,
From her haunts
Among the fen-lands,
Screamed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
Thus departed Hiawatha,
Hiawatha the Beloved,
In the glory of the sunset,
In the purple mists of evening,
To the regions of the home-wind,
Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin,
To the Islands of the Blessed,
To the Kingdom of Ponemah,
And to the Land of the Hereafter!
Thank you,
Princess Mary Running Bear.
And now I'm afraid it's time
for everybody to return to your tepees.
Come on, g*ng, let's go.
I think I'm gonna head
for the wigwam myself.
Yeah, me too.
Chief Plenty Large Bear
need plenty large sleep.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Yeah, good night.
You know, I don't remember camp
being this much fun.
Well, you have a wonderful gift
for reading out loud.
Well, why, thank you,
Chief Flying Eagle.
You know, Mary,
voices, they're sight to the blind.
I mean, especially to children.
They're how a child first knows
his mother and father.
Their first impressions
of new friends.
Voices paint our...
They paint our world.
Close your eyes.
Yeah. Listen.
Can you hear the ocean?
Oh, yeah.
Well, this is how words
paint pictures for me.
The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full.
The moon lies fair upon the straits.
The cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast,
Out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window.
Sweet is the night air.
Begin, and cease,
And again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow,
To bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Please go on.
I ought to check on the kids.
Good night, Mary.
Mary.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
I couldn't sleep.
I thought I'd take a walk.
I'm sorry.
Oh, God, I couldn't sleep either.
You know, you were right
about this place, Jonathan.
I feel like everything that's happening
to me is somehow more real
than anything
that's ever happened to me before.
Well, maybe that's because
it's happening to you for the first time.
Aren't you forgetting that, you know,
TawnyTurner isn't exactly naive
to the ways of the world?
Well, TawnyTurner isn't,
but Mary Anders is.
It wasn't supposed to be like that.
You see, Tawny and I
started out to be the same person.
And then somewhere down the line,
it just got out of control.
And then, one day, I realised
I was living inside someone
I didn't know, didn't respect, didn't like.
But Tawny could handle
any situation, any person.
But not Frank.
No, no.
No. Not Frank.
I think he likes me, Jonathan.
More than he cares to even admit,
and I like him too.
I think I'm-- No.
I think I'm falling in love with him.
I just- But--
I just can't seem to get him...
You're his friend, Jonathan,
and you know him.
- I mean, what am I doing wrong?
- Nothing.
- You're not doing anything wrong.
- I'm not?
No. You're just used to guys
putting the hit on you right away.
That's not Frank.
No, that's not Frank.
And that's why I love him.
Let's get a drink.
- Lemon or orange?
- Lemon.
It really ticked Mike off
when you b*at him the other day.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Everybody was teasing him
because he couldn't b*at a--
A blind kid? Hey, it's okay. I'm blind.
Don't make a big deal out of it.
We're friends, remember?
Yeah.
Mike could be a better runner,
but he's too tense.
You can't run tight like that.
You gotta be loose.
How come you know so much
about running?
My dad coaches me.
He was a runner in college.
We live real close to my school,
and we run on the track there
all the time.
I'm gonna try and be in the Olympics
when I grow up.
I love to run.
But the only place I get to do it is here.
Maybe you can come to my house
when camp's over.
- We can practise together.
- Are you sure it's all right?
My camp's having
Parents' Day tomorrow.
I'll ask my dad.
- But he'll say yes.
- All right.
- Thought you two were practising.
- We're just getting a drink.
Between the two of you, it looks like
you're gonna be the team to b*at.
Nobody's gonna b*at us.
We're gonna win.
- Right, buddy?
- Right, buddy.
I'll be right back.
Gotta use the can.
Then we'll run some more.
- Oh, he's a good kid.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna go over to his house,
sleep over and everything.
He's like my best friend.
I never had a sighted friend before.
- Hey, what about me?
- Oh, Bear, you know what I mean.
A kid like my age.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
- Frank.
- Hi, Mary.
Well, looks like you could use
an extra pair of hands here.
Thanks very much. I really could.
So are you going to the rec hall?
I was on the way.
You know,
with Dave's camp not here today,
it's the first chance I've gotten
to kind of organise some of the chaos.
Yeah, I know.
We've been so busy all week,
we haven't even had a chance
to go riding. I sure do miss that.
So do I.
Well, then, why don't we get
somebody else to do all this stuff,
and then you and I can go riding?
I don't know, Mary.
I mean, it's really my job,
and it probably wouldn't be fair.
Oh, that's okay. I understand.
Then again, extra pair of hands,
we probably could get the chaos
organised by this afternoon and ride.
Okay.
I'm sorry, Eric,
but the answer is still no.
But why? Jerry's my friend.
You always let me have friends over.
Look, Eric,
I think this special programme
you're doing with the blind camp
is a nice gesture.
We all know
the blind need special programmes.
But let's leave it at that, okay?
But, Dad, he's my best friend here.
Eric, I know
you feel sorry for the kid.
- I don't feel sorry for him.
- Well, sure, you do.
Why else would you be
palling around with him?
Look, Eric, I don't care
what you do here at camp,
but I don't want Jerry
around our house.
It'd just be uncomfortable.
He needs to be with his own kind.
Just try it for one weekend.
You'll see.
The answer is no.
Now, let's not ruin
the whole day over it.
Why don't you show me
some of the things you've been doing?
Have you got anything
over on the craft tables?
No. I'm gonna ask Dave
when the barbecue starts.
They learn early, don't they?
- Excuse me?
- About people who are different.
I happened to overhear
your conversation.
I'm a counsellor with the blind camp.
Yes.
Well, then you also heard
that I'm all for programmes
that benefit the handicapped.
But you don't want your son
to socialise with them?
I don't think it's fair for my son
to make friends with a kid
who can't keep up.
I'm sure there are lots of things
blind people are capable of doing
to be useful in society.
They're capable of doing anything
society doesn't stop them from doing.
Society doesn't stop them.
It does when it says
they can't keep up.
You know,
you're making me sound like a bigot.
- I don't like that.
- Oh, no, Mr. Harrison.
You're making yourself
sound like a bigot.
When I was little, I used to come
to the beach with my parents,
and we'd stay until nighttime
and have a barbecue and...
- That's great.
- I'd just sit and watch the sunset.
I always wondered
why the sun never drowned.
You know,
that's an excellent question.
I suppose because, like people,
it can probably
hold its breath underwater.
Take a deep breath, Frank.
I--I love you. I love you.
I've been so afraid
to let myself feel this way.
I love you, Tawny.
- Oh, it never changes, does it?
- What are you talking about?
Tawny. You just called me Tawny.
You knew who I was all along.
- Well, sure, but--
- And you used me.
- Wait a minute.
- Yeah, the old blind bit.
"Looks don't matter.
It's not who you are."
- Oh, you want what they all want.
- Yes, I want you.
- I want you.
- Oh, yeah, fine. Go on, take me.
Have a real cheap thrill
with an expensive sex symbol. Go on.
- Stop it, Mary.
- No. Go on. I want you to take me.
You're a user, Frank Riley,
just like everybody else.
But that's okay, because I was just
playing a game on you. Yeah.
For laughs. You know?
Turn on the blind guy.
Yeah, I really had you going, didn't I?
Yeah. "I love you.
I've been so afraid to make myself
ever let myself feel this way.
I love you, Tawny."
Go away, Mary!
Just go away.
Mary, what's wrong?
Yeah, Phil? It's Tawny.
Listen, know what I said before?
Forget I said it.
Yeah, listen.
I want you to call Caulfield.
I want you to book me
for that Rendezvous centrefold job.
Yeah. It's not up for discussion, Phil.
No. No. Just do it.
All right, what happened?
The game is over,
that's what happened.
Frank knew who I was all along.
You knew he knew, huh?
Yeah, I know.
- Oh, come on, Mary, wait.
- Oh, don't "Mary" me. Mary's dead.
Took me a long time
to finally realise it,
but people do not let you change.
You gotta give them what they want.
Who's there?
It's me, Frank.
Mary's gone, Frank.
She left the camp.
Oh, sure.
The lady made it perfectly clear
she didn't wanna stay.
She had her fun,
laughing at the blind guy.
Come on,
she wasn't laughing at you.
Whatever she said,
she said out of anger, out of pain.
Pain.
I'll tell you about pain, Jonathan.
When I was , just ,
my family sent me off
to boarding school.
And then at ,
I spent most of my nights
dragging my father out of bars.
And at , love?
Love?
There was an artist
who so politely excused herself
from the relationship because she said
I couldn't appreciate her work.
I wrote the book on pain, Jonathan,
so just back off.
Are you so afraid of love,
that all you can do is stand there
and feel sorry for yourself?
I got news for you.
Mary's got a lot of scars.
I don't mean from the fire.
I mean the ones inside.
She's been TawnyTurner too long.
An object, an image.
And believe me,
she hates that image.
But it's all she's had until now.
Until she fell in love with you.
Yeah, but...
You're asking me to climb a mountain,
and I don't know if I can.
If you don't,
you're gonna lose her, Frank.
And what's worse,
Mary may lose herself, maybe forever.
What are you talking about?
She's gonna do that layout
for Rendezvous magazine.
She's gonna let the public
get a good look
at the new TawnyTurner,
burns and all.
Why, Jonathan?
Why is she gonna do that?
To punish herself
for being TawnyTurner.
Frank, if you love her,
you gotta try to stop her.
- They're back.
- Get out of here. Get out of here.
Yeah. Get out of here.
Get out of here.
Come on, come on, come on.
Yeah.
Hey, Eric.
You forgot your sweater.
Eric?
Yeah?
I've been waiting for you.
Did you talk to your dad
about me coming over?
No. I forgot to ask.
Well, we can call him
on the phone and ask.
- Yeah, maybe.
- What's wrong?
Nothing's wrong.
Yes, there is.
I can tell by your voice.
I asked him, and he said no, okay?
- But we're gonna run together.
- Just drop it, will you?
Didn't you tell him
we're on the same team?
- Didn't you tell him we're friends?
- I changed my mind.
I don't wanna be on your team,
and I don't wanna be your friend.
- Why?
- Because you're blind.
You ought to be with your own kind.
I gotta go.
Jerry.
You listen to me.
- Eric is wrong.
- No, he's not.
He doesn't wanna be friends,
and it's my fault.
It's not your fault.
But it is, Bear. It is.
How can Eric not wanting
to be your friend be your fault?
Because I'm blind.
Now, come here.
Now, I want you to listen to me,
and I want you to listen real close.
Being blind is not your fault,
and it has got absolutely nothing to do
with people being friends.
But I'll never be a runner, Bear.
Not a real one.
Not like Eric.
Well, of course you won't,
not talking like that.
Now, you listen to me.
You're a fast runner,
and you can be even faster.
So you got two choices to make.
Either you can let what he said
hurt you and make you quit,
or you can get just a little bit angry
and try that much harder.
I'll tell you something.
If it was me, I would want to show him.
I would wanna just b*at him
or bust my buns trying.
Now, what do you say, buddy?
Let's bust buns.
Hey, whoa, pal.
This is a private sh**t.
If you don't have a pass,
you're gonna have to leave.
We're gonna leave
when we're ready, pal.
We're gonna start slowly
and give you plenty of time
to get yourself in the mood.
So just relax.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Mary.
What is this?
Get the hell off my set.
I'll take care of this, Caulfield.
We've already talked.
I know that.
I didn't deceive you, Mary.
Yeah, I knew who you were,
but I respected your privacy.
First respect, and then love.
Oh, come on. You don't love me.
You love the idea of me.
Oh, no, Mary.
Because I've never seen an idea.
But I've listened
to the sound of your smile.
I've felt your warmth when you read
bedtime stories to a blind child.
And you...
You made me believe
that love was possible.
That's not an idea, Mary. That's you.
Can't you get it through your head?
I am just a creation
of people's fantasies.
And I'm a creation of their opinions.
Yeah. But you do have your fantasies,
don't you, Frank?
Oh, no, Mary.
You can't have fantasies
and live with my reality.
But I do have dreams.
- Dreams are for losers--
- That's not true.
I'm not a loser.
And you don't have to be either.
I'm in my dressing room.
Get me when he leaves.
Just stay right where you are.
Time to go.
Is he staying down, Jonathan?
He's staying down, Frank.
I want to marry you.
Marry me?
You think that's crazy
because I'm blind, Mary?
It's not.
Because I see you
better than anyone.
Better than anybody.
Do you hear me, Mary?
Because I'm looking inside,
where it counts.
And you're beautiful, Mary Anders.
You are the most beautiful woman
in the world,
and I wanna spend my life
just loving you.
Cancel the sh**t, Caulfield.
My fiancé doesn't approve.
Yeah.
The runners are set
for the relay finals.
Are you all set down there?
We're all set.
All right. All right, guys.
On your mark, get set, go.
Eric's party's in the lead. You're gonna
have to really crank it on, Jerry.
Go!
Go, Jerry! Come on, Jerry!
Come on, run! Run!
I lost, Bear. I lost.
Hey. Didn't you hear that cheering?
That was for you, buddy.
You were terrific.
You ran like an Olympic athlete.
You busted your buns.
Jerry, you almost caught me.
You ran a great race.
Thanks.
And sorry for what I said
the other day.
I didn't mean it.
I really wanna be your friend,
if you still want to.
I still want to.
Hey, Eric. They want you
over at the victory stand.
- They're gonna hand out the ribbons.
- Dad, this is my friend Jerry.
And he's gonna stay at our house
next weekend, okay?
Yeah.
Okay, Eric. That'd be just fine.
Let's go get our ribbons, Jer.