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♪ Open up my spirits wide

♪ And let them go

♪ I will take tomorrow's wings and fly

♪ Nothing's gonna keep me

♪ Off that glory road

♪ When that wild wind blows

♪ I'm gonna ride

♪ Let the heavens open in the morning

♪ I'll be up before the dawn and singing

♪ Let that highway wind carry me

♪ Ooh

♪ I knew the day you met me

♪ I could love you if you let me

♪ Though you touched my cheek and said

♪ How easy you'd forget me

♪ Da da da da da da

♪ Da da

♪ Doo doo doo doo

♪ Mmm-hmm

♪ On that velvet morning

♪ When our love was forming

♪ I said it wouldn't hurt me

♪ If you left me without warning

♪ Da da da da da da

♪ Da da da da da da

♪ Doo doo doo

Mmm... Hmm.

I'm fine, thank you. How are you?

It's warm here. How's it in Hillsborough?

Well, it's warm here, too.

Hello, Mother.

MRS. BAKER: How did you know?

DON: When you call, the phone doesn't ring.

It says, "'M' is for the million things

"she gave you. 'O' is..." I forgot what "O" is for.

You seem to have forgotten a lot of things lately.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine, thank you. How are you?

MRS. BAKER: Very well. How's the weather?

It's warm here. How's it in Hillsborough?

MRS. BAKER: Warm.

Well, it's warm here, too.

How's the apartment?

DON: Uh, great. I love it.

What did you do last night?

Last night? I didn't do anything.

I mean, I didn't go out.

Uh, I had some friends in.

It was just a little party.

I don't know how many people there were.

Do you have to have a number?

MRS. BAKER: Is it a secret?

Twelve and a half. How's that?

Did they stay late?DON: No, they didn't stay too late.

I'd like to come by and see you.

No.

Donny, I'm coming into town tomorrow anyway.

I have to go to Saks.

I said no, and I mean it.

I don't give a damn. I said, no.

Because we have an agreement, that's why!

We agreed to two months.

I've got one month left, and I want every minute of it.

Donny, you are so irritating, I could absolutely cry.

DON: What?

What is that noise?

It's coming from next door.

MRS. BAKER: Who lives next door?A girl.

What's her name?

I don't know. I haven't met her yet.

Look, I can hardly hear you. Call me tomorrow.

DON: Hey, will you please lower your television?

I can't hear you! Wait a minute!

Sorry. I couldn't hear you.

DON: I said, "Please lower your television."

You don't have to turn it off. Just lower it down.

JILL: It's not a television. It's a radio.

Whatever. These walls are like paper.

I know. You can practically see through them.

No, not really.

Hey, how about a cup of coffee?

DON: No, thank you. Just had some.

I meant for me.

Yeah. Sure. Come on in.

Okay.

DON: It's open.

Hi. I'm Jill Tanner.

Don Baker.

Would you mind... Oops... Zipping up my blouse.

Can't reach back there.

Hope you don't mind me inviting myself in.

Not at all. Water'll be hot in a minute.

Your living room's much bigger than mine.

Oh, nice.

How long have you been here?

A month.

Except that's not the living room.

That's the whole apartment, plus a bathroom.

I've got three rooms, if you count the kitchen.

God, you're neat.

Hmm. Everything's so tidy.

It's easy when you haven't got anything.

I don't have anything,

but it manages to wind up all over the place.

Hmm.

I'm afraid I'm a slob.

Oh, hey, I like your skylight!

I don't have one. What's this?

What?This thing on stilts.

That's my bed.

Your bed!

Wow!

This is wild!You like it?

Oh, it's the greatest bed I've ever seen,

and I've seen a lot of beds.

Did you build it?

No. Some hippies lived here before me. They built it.

Suppose you fall out?

Ooh, gee, you could break something.

You could break something falling out of any bed.

That's true.

I could've had your apartment,

but I took this one on account of the bed. Cream or sugar?

Hmm.

Oh, just black, thanks.

Here you go.Oh, thanks.

This coffee'll save my life.

I bought flowers and dumb things

like dish towels and paper napkins, but I forgot coffee.

Do you need any dish towels or paper napkins?No.

I've lots of light bulbs, too.

May I ask you a personal question?

Yeah. Sure.

Why don't you want your mother to come here?

Well, now, how'd you know that?

Well, if you can hear me, I can hear you.

I guess the sound must come right out from under that door.

What's that door for, anyway?

Your apartment and mine were once one apartment.

And when they converted it into two,

they just locked that instead of sealing it.

You didn't answer my question.

I forgot what you asked.

Why don't you want your mother here?

It's a long story.

No, it's a short story.

It's just been going on for a long time.

She didn't want me to leave home,

because she thinks I can't make it on my own.

Anyway, finally we agreed

to letting me try it for two months.

She's to keep away from me for two months.

I've got a month to go.

Why'd you tell her you had a party last night?

You don't miss anything in there, do you?

Very little.

I always tell her I had a party or I that went to one.

She just wouldn't understand why I'd rather be alone

than keeping her and the cook company.

She's gonna hate this place.

She hates it now without even seeing it.

She'll walk in and say, "I could absolutely cry."

Does she cry a lot?No. Just threatens to.

Well, if she really wants to cry,

send her in to look at my place.

At least you're neat.

You know, you're old enough to live alone.

I'm 19. How old are you?

As far as my mother's concerned, I'm 11 going on 10.

We must have the same mother.

My mother would love for me to stay a child all my life.

So she won't age.

She loves it when people say to her we look like sisters.

And if they don't say it, she tells them.

Have you got a job?

No, but I play guitar, and I got a few prospects.

I know.

I heard you last night.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, it was good. Really, I thought it was a record

till I kept hearing it over and over again.

Well, I can't read music, so I gotta learn by ear.

I'm trying to put together an act.

Then what?

Well, then I'll try to cash in on a few of those prospects.

I know one thing. I ain't a-goin' back to Hillsborough.

What's Hillsborough?You don't know Hillsborough?

No, I don't know much about any place up here.

I'm from Los Angeles.

I've never been north of Big Sur.

Hillsborough is about ten miles from here.

Is that where you live?

No. I live here. It's where I used to live.

Oh, right.

What'd you say your name was?

Jill Tanner.

Technically, I guess, I'm Mrs. Benson.

I was married once when I was 16.

Sixteen?

How long were you married?

Seemed like weeks.

Actually, it was six days.

What was he like?

I'm sorry. I really don't wanna talk about him.

Well, then don't. I'm sorry I asked.

No, I will talk about him.

Once in a while, you should do something you don't wanna do.

Cleanses the insides.

Jack was wild-looking, sort of adolescent.

Girls mature faster than boys, don't they?

Anyway, we met, and it was like fireworks, rockets.

Every day was like the Fourth of July.

And the next thing I knew, we were standing in front

of the Justice of the Peace getting married.

How long had you known him?

Oh, I don't know. Two, three weeks.

But, I mean, there we were getting married,

and I wasn't even out of high school yet.

And I had two exams the next day,

and they were on my mind, too.

And then I heard the Justice of the Peace saying,

"Do you, Jack, take Jill to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Can you imagine going through life as "Jack and Jill"?

And then I heard him say, "Till death do us part."

Suddenly it became more like a funeral service than a wedding ceremony.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, it was so morbid. I hate anything morbid.

Yeah, but as long as you were married,

why didn't you try to make it work?

I did. I did. I tried.

For six days I tried, but I knew it was a mistake.

Were you in love with him?

In my way.What's your way?

I don't know.

Well, just 'cause you love someone

doesn't necessarily mean you wanna spend

the rest of your life with them.

And Jack loved me.

I mean, he really, really loved me, and I hurt him.

And that's just what I can't stand.

I just never wanna hurt anybody.

Marriage is a commitment, isn't it?

And I just can't be committed or involved.

Can you understand?Yeah, I can understand, but I don't agree.

Well, then you really don't understand.

Wow.

I thought I was sloppy.

What do you mean?

Unless you know something I don't know,

like ashes are good for the table.

Is that why you keep dropping them on there?

Did you move the ashtray?

It's right here. What are you? Blind?

Yes.

What do you mean, "yes"?

I mean, yes, I'm blind.

Oh, you're putting me on.

Don't do that.

No. I'm blind. I've always been blind.

You mean, really blind, not just nearsighted?

The works. I can't see a thing.

Oh, God.

Oh, I hope I didn't say anything.

Now, wait a minute Don't get self-conscious about it. I'm not.

Why didn't you tell me?I just did.

But I... When I came in?

You didn't ask me.

Well, why would I ask you?

I don't walk into somebody's house and say,

"Hi, I'm Jill Tanner. Are you blind?"

And I don't meet someone and say,

"Don Baker, blind as a bat."

Well, I still think you should've told me.

I would've told you.

I wanted to see how long it would take you to catch on.

Oh, God.

Oh, and I saw you standing at the window all that time.

Well, it's the coolest spot in the room.

Oh.

I thought you were a Peeping Tom.

Well, now, that's what I call positive thinking.

You know, I nearly called the police.

Suppose I had?

Well, they'd have locked you up.

Y... You're so cool, so adjusted.

No, I'm not. I never had to adjust. I was born blind.

It'd be different if I'd been able to see, then went blind,

but for me, blindness is normal.

I was six years old before I found out

everybody else wasn't blind.

And by then, it didn't make any difference.

So let's relax, okay?

You know, if we can have a few laughs,

so much the better.

A few laughs?

About blindness?

No, not about blindness.

Can't you forget that?

Well, you're the first blind person I ever met.

Congratulations.

It's too bad they don't give out prizes for that.

Well, I mean, I've seen blind men in the street

and everything, with dogs, but...

Why don't you have a dog?

They attract too much attention. I'd rather do it myself.

Well, don't you have trouble getting around San Francisco?

I mean, it's tough for me.

No. I manage very well with my cane.

And I know exactly how many steps to the laundry,

to the drugstore and to the delicatessen.

Where's the laundry? I need one.

Near the delicatessen.

Go out of the house, turn right,

and it's 44 steps from the front door.

I didn't see it.I'll show you.

You'll sh...

Wow.

Hey, what about your apartment?

I mean, don't you bang into things? You could hurt yourself.

I memorized the room. Here.

Bed.

Guitar.

Bathroom.

Jacket. My cane.

Front door.

Bookcase.

Wine. Glasses.

Chest of drawers. Linen.

What are these books?Braille.

Dining table.

Bathtub.

Kitchen.

Ketchup, oil, salt, pepper, sugar, coffee.

Gee.Now, if you'll just put the ashtray back.

Oh.

Voila.

As long as you don't move anything,

I'm as good as anybody else.

Better.

I can't find anything in my place.

If you really wanna see chaos, come look at...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so... I meant... I mean that...

Oh, I know what you mean.

Look, I'm no different from anybody else,

except I don't see.

The blindness doesn't bother me

as much as other people's reaction to it.

If they'd only behave naturally.

Some people want to assume guilt,

which they can't, because my mother has that market cornered.

So just be yourself.

Well, I always thought that blind people were,

well, you know, kind of spooky.

But of course.

We sleep all day, hanging upside down from the shower rod.

When it's dark, we wake up and fly in through people's windows.

That's why they say, "Blind as a bat."

Come on. I'm serious.

Now, be serious.

Don't blind people have a sixth sense?

No. If I had six senses,

I'd still only have five, wouldn't I?

I mean, my other senses, hearing, taste and touch,

might be a little more developed than yours.

That's just 'cause I use 'em more.

I'll show you something.

Spin me around.

No, I mean really spin me.Okay.

There's something in front of me.

The window.

That's wild. How'd you do that?

It's called shadow vision.

What's shadow vision?

Uh, it's being able to sense

that there's a solid object in front of you.

You can feel it. It's kind of a warning.

Sighted people can do it too,

but blind people can do it better.

I wanna try it.

Ouch! My...

Oh... Ouch.

There are advantages to being blind.

Oh, I think it's so great you're not bitter.

You don't seem to have any bitterness at all.

I know I'd be terribly bitter if I couldn't see.

I know I'd be disagreeable.I doubt it.

Oh, no, I couldn't be cheerful like you.

I don't have any of those marvelous qualities

like courage and fortitude.

Oh, neither do I. I'm just naturally adorable.

You're a lot more than that.

You're a very superior person.

Oh, yeah. I'm fantastic.

I would not go gently into that good night.

I would rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas?Who?

That's a line from a poem by Dylan Thomas.

It is?Mmm-hmm.

You mean, I can quote Dylan Thomas?

How 'bout that?

I've never even read him.

I don't know where I learned it.

I can quote Mark Twain.Mmm-hmm.

My favorite quotation's by Mark Twain.

Wanna hear it?Go.

"I only ask to be free.

"The butterflies are free.

"Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole

"what it concedes to the butterflies."

I identify strongly with butterflies.

You like it?Yeah. Very much.

Except, it wasn't written by Mark Twain.

Why not?It was written by Dickens.

Are you sure?Yeah.

Harold Skimpole is a character in Bleak House, by Dickens.

Oh.

I never read Dickens.

Actually, I've never read Mark Twain either.

But I always thought he wrote that.

Have you read...

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I have read Dickens and I've read most of Mark Twain,

and stop falling apart at every word.

They're published in Braille.

That's awful to ask someone who's blind

if he's read something.Not at all.

As a matter of fact, I read very well with my fingertips.

Just ask me if I've felt any good books lately.

Does anybody ever read to you?

Yeah. Magazines and newspapers.

Could I read to you sometime?

If you feel like it.

What kind of magazines do you like?

Oh, Time, Newsweek, the Berkeley Barb.

I like to know what's going on in the world.

Yeah, I should read those, too.

I never know what's going on. I guess I don't really care.

Now, don't say that.

Even animals care. Vegetables don't.

You have to care about something or you're nothing.

Food.Food?

I care about it deeply.

I'm hungry.

Well, what about freedom? You care about being free, don't you?

Freedom? It's the most important thing in the world to me,

after I've eaten.

Help yourself.Okay, thanks.

My appetite embarrasses me.

You have to know a lot about things to care about them.

I don't know much about anything.

Oh, you don't like yourself very much, do you?

Why do you say that?'Cause you're always putting yourself down.

Let's say I know my limitations.

I think you have a lot more potential

than you give yourself credit for.

Just keep telling me that.

No, Just keep telling yourself that.

♪ I knew the day you met me

♪ I could love you if you let me ♪

♪ Though you touched my cheek and said

♪ How easy you'd forget me

♪ You said

♪ "Butterflies are free"

♪ And so are we

That's wild.

That's that song you keep singing all the time.

You like it?Oh, I love it.

I wrote it.

I could never get those last lines right,

but I really like that thing about butterflies.

♪ Butterflies are free

♪ And so are we

♪ Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Mmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm

Oh, that's fantastic.

I know a little bit about music.

I studied it in school.

Did you finish school?

I finished high school. Just.

My mother wanted me to go to college.

I was gonna go to UCLA, but I couldn't find a place to park.

Listen. You oughta make a record or an album.

No, I'm waiting to be discovered.

Well, after you get discovered and you're playing somewhere,

you gonna dress like this?

I hadn't really thought about it.

Is something wrong with my clothes?

Well, they look as though your mother bought 'em.

That bad, huh?

Well, I guess it depends on where you're playing.

I mean, they're fine if you're gonna play in a bank.

You oughta wear something a little more liberated.

My mother does buy my clothes.

Oh, I'd love to pick out something really wild for you.

Yeah? Like when?

I don't know, whenever you like.

How about now?Right now?

Yeah.

Okay. I don't have anything to do. Come on.

Aren't you gonna take your cane?

No, I'm gonna take your arm. You can see, can't you?

Oh, yeah. Wait a minute.

Wait right there.

I gotta get my bag.

Oh.

Oops. Be careful.

Thirty-one, 32, 33, 34

thirty-five, 36, 37, 38, 39

forty, 41, 42, 43, 44...

Hey, you're right! It's 44 steps to the laundry.

What made you come here?

I just thought I'd like to try something different.

Do you think you'll stay?

I don't really think about it.

I'll see how it goes.

I may be an actress. I say, "I may."

I'll know tomorrow.

I'm auditioning for a part in a new play

with a little theater group called the Cosmic Workshop.

It's about this girl who gets all hung up

when she marries a homosexual.

Originally, he was an alcoholic,

but homosexuals are very in now in movies, books, and plays.

So they changed it.

Are... Are you homosexual?

No, just blind.

Careful. There's a step!Ah! Up or down?

JILL: One of my best friends is gay.

Dennis. He's a designer.

He's good too. He made this blouse for me.

I'm sure it's very pretty.

Actually, he made it for himself,

but I talked him out of it.

Dennis, so campy and funny.

I don't like lesbians.

They're so heavy and humorless.

The director's a friend of mine, and he thinks I can do the part.

I just have to be approved by the author.

Who's the director?You wouldn't know him. His name's Ralph Santori.

He's from LA.

He's done a lot of little theater there,

but never had a hit, so he came up here

because he got a job with the Cosmic Workshop.

We kind of made it together for a while,

but then he wanted to get married,

and I just couldn't face that again.

Were you in love with him?

Uh, I don't really think I've ever been in love with anybody.

I don't wanna be. It's too confining.

Somebody always gets hurt.

Hey, let's go in here. They've got wild things.

There's steps.Up or down?

Up.

I can't think of everything.

Hi.

You need any help?No, thanks. We're just looking.

Where are we?Shirts.

Oops.

How about this?

No, that's not for you. That's for Dennis.

It feels nice.

I'll buy it.I'll buy it for you.

No, I don't want you to.

Please let me buy it for you.No.

I really wanna buy it for you.

Okay. Okay.

Here, hold this up.

Yeah, it's not bad.

Can we do better than "not bad"?

Okay, wait.

Mmm.

Hey. Yeah. Try that on.

Your jacket.

You can take my shirt too.Okay.

Found anything yet?

Don, this is Mr. Asparagus.

Hi.No, my name is Roy Stratton.

The shop is called Asparagus.

Oh.I named it that

'cause I always think of asparagus as being a friendly vegetable.

I mean, you might see one potato or one onion or one corn,

but you never see one asparagus.

They come in bunches. They're involved.

You never see one pea.

Well, I don't like peas.

Hey. This will look great with it.

Here, try it on.Yeah.

Give me your other arm.

Okay. Oh, oh!

Yeah. Now, that's together. I like that.

Mmm-hmm. Sweet.I love it!

Does it look like an album cover?Yeah.

Hey, but what you need is a hat.

Hats are big now.What kind of a hat?

Say, baby, we got everything here. Over here.

How about a Confederate cap?

We sell a lot of these.

Yeah, I've seen a lot of 'em.

Now, I like this one.

What do you think?

No, I don't think so.

Okay.

Oh, just a minute.

Hey, how about this?

A Tirolean hat.

A Tirolean hat? Well...

Yeah, that looks good.

I like that. Take a look at yourself.

Oh.

What do you think?No.

It makes me look like Heidi.

Got just the thing for you now.

It's one of a kind, if I can find it.

Here it is.

How about that?

What is it?

It's a cap from the French foreign legion.

I love it.

Perfect fit.

Man, you were born with that hat on.

Hey, take a look at yourself.

No, in the mirror.

Hey, is he...

Yes, he is, and stop whispering.

Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't...Oh, why? It's not your fault.

Don't make a big thing out of it.

We don't.How much is the hat?

It's on the house, a souvenir.

How much is it? How much is it?

And the shirt and the vest and Jill's blouse?

Hey, they've got the Berkeley Barb.

We'll take one of these, too.

Do you have any dirty books?No.

Uh, too bad. That's the only thing they don't publish in Braille.

I guess it was the idea of someone blind

asking for dirty books.

No more.

You mean, it would've been all right if I were sighted?

I don't know.

Anyway, you sure threw 'em into shock.

What about you?Me?

I've been in shock since I met you.

Well, do you think you could come out of it

long enough to have dinner with me tonight?

For dinner, I'd come out of a coma.

Are you sure we got enough for dinner?

That's salami, cole slaw and potato salad.

All my favorites.

Can I do something?

Uh, tablecloth in the chest of drawers. You can set the table.

Oh, let's not eat at the table.

I mean, salami and potato salad and stuff,

that's not table food.

Let's eat on the floor and have a picnic.

I've got a better idea. Let's go to the beach.

The beach?Yeah, I know a little stretch of sand

where hardly anybody ever goes.

Where?

Over there by the dining table.

You can see it better if you're blind.Oh, really?

Then how come you didn't notice the tide came in?

I see a much better place.

Where?By the bed.

Perfect.

Is blindness hereditary?I never heard that.

Can your father see?

I doubt it. He's been dead for six years.

Up till then, he didn't have any trouble, though.

JILL: Bet you miss him.Yeah, I do.

He was really the only friend I had when I was growing up.

We were very close.

It's been rough on Mom since he died,

because she's had to be both, you know, mother and father,

and sister and brother,Yeah.

...and doctor and lawyer...Okay.

...and congressman...Yeah.

...congresswoman, rabbi, priest, padre... Ow.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do knives go on the left or right?

On the right.Okay.

Why were you born blind?

Did the doctor say why?

Well, they said it was a virus in the womb,

which means they don't know.

You know, I've heard that women with syphilis

give birth to blind babies.

Could your mother have had syphilis?

You meet her, then tell me what you think.

When will that be?Uh, in a month.

Hmm.

I got a month to go before she comes down here to see what's going on.

As the clock strikes a month, she's gonna walk in that door.

You may have heard of her. She wrote some books.

Her name's Florence Baker.Um, no. It's not familiar.

But you can't go by me.

I may even be quoting her, and I wouldn't know it.

She wrote a series of children's books.

Guess what they were about.Children?

They were all about a blind kid named Little Donny Dark.

Little Donny Dark?

That's me.

Oh, you'll say anything to get attention.

No, it's true. I swear. I hate that name, Donny.

Ta-da!

Tell me when I hit the beach.

Stop! Oh.

This is the first time I've ever eaten on the floor.

It's so practical.

You can sit in so many different positions.

You can even lie down if you like.

Tables are so confining.

Like love?

Yes.

And I never knew what to do with my elbows.

Something's missing.

I know.Where are you going?

You'll see.

Oh...

Flowers.

I thought it would add just a touch of elegance.

Now, tell me more about Little Donny Dark.

It might curb my appetite.

Donny's 12 years old.

He was born blind like me,

but that's no handicap to Little Donny Dark.

No. He can drive cars. He flies planes.

Because, you see, his other faculties

are so highly developed that he can hear a bank being robbed a mile away.

He can smell the Communists cooking up a plot to overthrow the government.

He's a diligent fighter of crime and injustice.

And at the end of every book,

as he's being given a medal by the police or the FBI,

he always says,

"There are none so blind as those who will not see."

I'm taking some more of your salami.

Since when do the police and the FBI give out medals?

Since my mother says they do.Oh.

Mmm. Let's have a drink.

All I've got is wine.

That's all I drink.

With salami?

With everything.

Did children really read those books?

Shh. I'm counting so I don't step in the picnic on the way back.

Mmm. You have just finished your salami.

Does your mother still write 'em?

No, she wrote six of 'em when I was a kid.

They were no Mary Poppins, but pretty popular,

unless you happened to be blind.

Didn't exactly tell it like it is.

Ah...

I guess they were...

They were a projection of what she hoped I'd be.

Sort of a sightless Superman.

Did you have to go to any special school or anything?

I went to regular school.

When I finished there, nothing much happened till about a year ago.

What happened a year ago?Hmm.

A family named Fletcher moved near us,

and their daughter Linda used to come and read to me.

She was the first close friend I had.

She was fantastic and wild.

She used to drive me here all the time and take me to all kinds of parties.

Linda gave me something that nobody else had thought to give me, confidence.

It changed my whole life.

I mean, she talked me into leaving home.

She found this apartment for me.

At first, I was scared to death.

But I did it.

Maybe it was a mistake. I don't know.

No! No, it wasn't.

You'd have to do it sometime.

What's happened to Linda?

Well, she... She flipped for a painter we met at a party

and went to live with him in Mexico.

I wish she were here.

It would make it a lot easier.

Well, I'm here.

I'm right next door.

Anytime you need me, just knock.

You don't even have to knock. You just have to whisper, and... And I'll hear you.

Hey, you know what?

Why don't we open that door?Which door?

That door to my apartment.

There must be a key.

Let's unlock it.

And then we can go back and forth

without having to run down the hall.

The janitor probably has a key,

but I don't think we oughta ask him.

No, I don't think we should do that.

Why not? We're friends, aren't we?

Yeah, but we'd be practically living together.

How would it look?

Who cares how it looks? I can't see anyway.

I'll bet we could open it with this sharp knife.

We have to move the chest.Okay.

Move it towards you.

There. That's fine. Okay.

Oh. No hole.

Oh.

Damn it.

Oh, I'm going to have to call the janitor.

Let me try.

You did it! It's open!

Oh! Don't look! It's an absolute pigsty!

Oh, I won't.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

I'll get the hang of it.

I just don't know when.

Oh, let's leave it open.

Okay, but tell me if you close it, so I don't break my nose.

Do you wish it were Linda living there instead of me?

I hadn't thought about it. Why do you ask?

I just wondered if you were still in love with her.

Did I say I was in love with her?

If I get too personal,

just tell me to shut up.

I get carried away.

Were you in love with her?

Are you?

I think every man should have some mystery about him,

and that'll be mine.

What's she like?

Uh, she's very pretty.

How do you know?

I can feel a person's face and get a good idea

what they look like.

And I can tell by shapes and textures.

Do you wanna know what I look like?Yes.

I'm gorgeous.Really?

I wouldn't lie about something like that.

I've always thought if I could see for just half a minute,

that I'd like to see how I looked.

I'll tell you.

Cute,

and very sexy.

Your hair's very soft.

It's very long.

Jesus!Oh. Oh, don't be frightened.

What happened?Nothing. It's, um...

It's called a fall.

It's a long piece of hair you attach to your head.

It's not your hair?

It's not even my fall.

I borrowed it from Susan Potter.

I do have my own hair. See?

I mean, feel?

Uh.

Oh, God! Now what?

Uh, it's just an eyelash.

You don't have eyelashes?

Of course, but, um,

these just make my eyes look bigger.

They're longer than mine. Didn't Linda wear 'em?No.

She probably had naturally-long lashes. I hate her.

Well, go on.

This is scaring the hell out of me.

Don't worry. It's all real from now on.

Am I not the image of Elizabeth Taylor?

I've never felt Elizabeth Taylor.

We look exactly alike,

especially if you can't see.

That's my breast.

All mine.

Both of them.

What's the matter?What do you think's the matter?

Well, I wouldn't ask if I knew.

Why are you doing this?

I mean what is it, "Be Kind to the Handicapped Week" or something?

You've been feeling sorry for me

ever since you came in here this morning.

"Take the poor guy out shopping. Show him a good time.

"Get him into the sack, and that'll take care of my social work

"for the next six months."

Well, thanks a lot, but don't patronize me.

And don't you feel sorry for me.

Well, let me tell you something, big mouth.

I don't do anything for anybody I don't want to,

and I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna feel sorry for any guy

who's gonna go to bed with me.

♪ I knew the day you met me

♪ I could love you if you let me ♪

♪ Though you touched my cheek and said

♪ How easy you'd forget me

♪ You said, "Butterflies are free" ♪

Jill?

JILL: I'm in here.

DON: What are you doing?

I'm looking for something.

Oh, here it is.

Good morning.

What have you done to your hair?I just combed it.

Well, I'll fix it. What's wrong with it?

It doesn't go with your new clothes.

I have a present for you.

It's in here.

Beautiful wood.And mother-of-pearl.

I take this with me everywhere.

Everything that's important to me is in here.

This is a piece of the moon or a star.

I found it in the desert.

And I showed it to this geologist,

and he said he'd never seen any mineral like it on Earth,

and that it probably fell from the moon or a star.

Feels like a rock.

Well, it isn't.

And this is one of my baby teeth.

Thank you.

And this is my birth certificate.

And this is a picture of me when I was in The Mikadoin high school.

It's not very good anyway.Oh, no. Let me see.

You were chubbier then.Yeah.

Can you feel that?

Oh! I believed you.

I always believe you.

And this is my last will and testament.

Your last will and testament?

And the instructions to my funeral.

My entire estate is to be divided equally among

whoever are my four closest friends when I die.

Names will be filled in later.

I thought you didn't like anything morbid.

But it isn't morbid. That's the point.

Funerals don't have to be morbid.

I know just how I want mine.

In a big church.

And I want all the pews removed.

And nothing but big, big cushions

for people to lie around on.

And I don't want anybody dressed in black.

I just want 'em in gay, bright colors and far-out clothes.

And they should all be drinking

or smoking pot, or whatever they want.

And I want Salvador Dali to paint the walls

with lots of groovy pictures.

And I want flowers.

Tons of flowers.

Not funeral wreaths, just tons of wildflowers

strewn everywhere.

And butterflies.

Yes.

Lots of butterflies.

And other animals can come, too.

And I want music playing all the time.

And I want Neil Diamond to write me

a special memoriam and sing it.

And I want the Stones to sing,

and Simon and Garfunkel.

And the Vienna Boys Choir.

And me.

♪ Country roads

♪ Take me home

♪ To the place I belong

♪ West Virginia

♪ Mountain mama

♪ Take me home

♪ Down country roads

♪ Take me home

♪ Down country roads

Definitely you.

Now, what is so morbid about that?

Nothing. It's like being buried at Disneyland.

Here it is.

Present for you.

What is it?What does it feel like?

It feels like a necklace.

They're love beads.

I wore 'em when I was a hippie

and I want you to have them.

They look groovy on you,

especially when I fix your hair. Come on.

Sit right here.

Come on.

I don't wanna look too wild.

No, you won't look wild at all.

You'll look beautiful and romantic, just like Lord Byron.

What did he look like?I don't know.

God, I'm hungry.

There should be a couple of apples in the fridge.

Good.

There's an awful lot of lettuce, which is not what I'm dreaming of.

There's only one apple.

Then it's yours. I'm not hungry.

Mmm.

Now, relax.

This won't hurt a bit.

When were you a hippie?

Oh, years ago. When I was a kid.

I guess it was right after my marriage.

We used to hang around the Sunset Strip

and smoke pot and spit at the cops, the whole bit.

I only did it 'cause everybody else was doing it.

And then I stopped doing it 'cause everybody else was doing it.

I was losing my individuality.

Hmm.

The main thing, of course,

was to protest against my mother,

which didn't work.

I mean, I walked in one day

with long, stringy hair and dirty sandals

and freaky clothes. And she loved it.

The next day, she comes in with long, stringy hair

and dirty sandals and freaky clothes.

So how do you protest against somebody

who's doing the same thing you are, right?

So then...

I went the other way.

And I joined the Young Republicans.

Another mistake.

Phew! There's no such thing as a young Republican.

Great.

There. You look terrific.

Doesn't look too wild?No! It doesn't look wild.

It gives you charisma.Charisma?

Pizzazz.

Star quality.

I mean, you don't even need talent.

If you have charisma, they'll line up for blocks to see you.

Wow.

You're beautiful.

You're a beautiful person inside and out.

Well, I like you too.

Yesterday, when I took your hand and put it on my breast,

were you shocked?

Sort of.So was I.

I don't mean from the standpoint of morals or anything.

I was just sort of surprised to be feeling a girl's breast

when I wasn't expecting to.

Well, I'd hate for you to think

that I go around putting men's hands on my breasts.

No, I don't think you go around doing that.

Well, I don't.

I mean, if I want to go to bed with a guy,

usually I have this little smile

that lets them know I'm interested.

Yeah?

Smile that smile. I want to feel it.

That's it?No.

I can't do it now.

You're making me laugh.

I'll do it later.

But I did have to

use a different approach with you, didn't I?

Anyway, I didn't want you to think I was terrible.

I didn't.

And I don't.

Oh, I hate talking about sex.

But I did want you to know that last night,

you were...

You were really...

Like the Fourth of July?Yeah. Like the Fourth of July.

And like Christmas.

Now where are you going?

I thought I'd make some coffee.

Great. We'll have breakfast in bed.

Hello, Mother.

I'm glad I found you in, Donny.

Jill, this is my mother.

Your mother?

Have I been here a month?

DON: Mother, this is Mrs. Benson.

How do you do?

How do you do, Mrs. Benson?

Are you living here, too?

Oh, no. I live next door.

Um, I just came in for a cup of coffee,

uh, yesterday,

and, um, see, I had trouble zipping up my blouse.

So I see.

Where is your blouse?

Oh. Now, let me see.

It must be around here somewhere.

Oh! Here it is.

See, I have this long zipper,

and it's hard to do up alone. Oh.

Here. Put your things on.

Mother, what... What are you doing here?

We had an agreement.

MRS. BAKER: I was in the neighborhood.

You were at Saks, which is halfway across town.

I bought you some shirts,

and I thought you'd have them

so much sooner if I brought them myself.

I don't need any shirts.

You just brought them as an excuse to come down here.

Would you mind

zipping me up?

Thank you.

And this is what you left home for?

DON: This is it.

It isn't Buckingham Palace, is it?

No. It's the Taj Mahal.

Is this where you eat? On the floor?

That happens to be a beach.

Where did this furniture come from?

Some of it came with the apartment,

and the rest I picked up at a junk shop.

Well, don't tell me which is which.

Let me guess.

What in God's name is this?

DON: I don't know what you're looking at.

I can't describe it.

It's my apartment.

Have you ever thought of hiring a maid, Mrs. Benson?

I can manage.

I might be sloppy, but I'm not dirty.

There's a difference between sloppy and dirty.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Has this door always been open?

No. It's always been locked.

I opened it last night.

What on Earth is that?

Now what are you looking at?

That's what I'd like to know.It's your bed.

It's my bed.

Isn't it terrific?

You actually sleep up there?

Like a baby.

What happens if you fall out?

I go to the ladder and climb up again.

Where are your clothes?In the bathroom.

And where is the bathroom, under the bed?

That's right.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Wow! Were you ever right.About what?

She never had syphilis.

I'm surprised she had you.

How come you introduced me as Mrs. Benson?

It made you sound more important.

What's she doing?Uh, testing the plumbing.

She's a nut about plumbing.

Quiet. Quiet.

Hey, how did you know it was your mother?

I mean, when she came in here, she didn't make a sound.

Smell. It's called "Numero Dix".

She uses half a bottle at a time,

and I always know when she's around.

Mmm. It's like having a bell on a cat.

Now what's she doing?

Checking to see I've got enough socks and underwear.

No, what she's really doing is gathering evidence to hit me with,

and try to make me come home.

She's changed tactics though.

She should have walked in and said,

"I could absolutely cry."

She'll say it?

No. I know all her routines.

I know when she'll say it.

I'll make you a bet. How about dinner tonight?

Now, if she doesn't say it,

then I lose, and we eat in my place and I pay.

But if she says it, then we eat here and you pay.Okay.

Here she comes. Quick.

Well,

that's some bathroom.

No wonder you hide it under the bed.

Gee, I thought you were gonna say something else.

I haven't finished. I haven't even started.

Well, say it and get it over with.

There's only one thing to say.

Perhaps it's a blessing

that you can't see what you're living in.

Mother, I count that blessing

every time I walk in the door.

Donny, can I be honest?

Can you?This is it.

I am shocked and appalled.

Oh. I lose.

At 7:30, okay?Perfect.

There's no tub in your bathroom.

It's under the dining table.

I could absolutely cry.

Ha, you win. You win!

Hamburgers, all right?Okay, yeah. But at least two each.

I'm not just talking about this rat hole, Donny.

I'm talking about you, too.

Look at you. What is that thing on your head?

French foreign legion cap.

Oh, have you enlisted?No, I was drafted.

I'm not just talking about that.

You have lost weight.

I haven't lost anything.

I'm the perfect weight for my height, 6'1",

and my age, 11.

Well, I'd just like to see what you're eating.

Why, there's nothing in here but lettuce, and an apple.

Where?

Behind the lettuce.

DON: Yeah, I knew there was another one.

Tell me, where is Mr. Benson?

Who's Mr. Benson?

I assumed he was your husband.

Oh, you mean Jack.

I don't know. Last time I saw him, he was standing

outside the Hamburger Hamlet on the Strip.

Why?

I was curious about your marital status.

I haven't any.

DON: Jill's divorced, Mother.

Well, how old are you, Mrs. Benson?

Nineteen.

Nineteen,

and you've already been married and divorced?

Yeah.

How long were you married?

Six days.

And on the seventh day you rested?

No, I split.

I gotta change now. I have an audition.

Audition for what?

A play at the Cosmic Workshop.

I was speaking to Mrs. Benson.

A play at the Cosmic Workshop.

Then you're an actress.

Well, yeah.

Might I have seen you in anything, besides your underwear?

Um, not unless you went to Beverly Hills High School.

I was in The Mikado.

I played Yum-Yum.

Yes, I'm sure you did.

Does your mother know where you are?

Sure.

And does she approve of the way you're living?

What "way" am I living?

Mother, are you conducting some kind of survey?

You're asking for it, Donny.Ho-ho.

I'm sure Mrs. Benson doesn't mind answering a few questions,

do you, Mrs. Benson?

Well, I have this audition--What does your father do?

Which one?

How many fathers have you?Four.

One real and three steps.

Your mother's been married four times?

So far.

We live in Los Angeles.

Aw, then you come from a broken home.

Several.

Why does your mother marry so often?

I don't know. I guess she likes it.

I mean, she likes getting married.

Obviously, she doesn't like being married.

Now I think I'd better get started, okay?

Okay.

Ciao.

Don't forget. 7:30. Here.

What happens at 7:30, here?

Jill and I are having dinner together.

Mrs. Benson?

Just the two of us, alone.

Mrs. Benson...

I think you've forgotten something.

What is it?Susan Potter's hair.

JILL: I'm closing the door.I don't blame you.

Did you have to be so goddamn rude?

Was I rude?

All those questions.

What are you, the attorney general of Hillsborough?

I think I have a right to know something about my son's friends.

Rights?

Let's talk about my rights.

You're not supposed to be here for another month.

Why'd you have to come today?

Since when do you speak to me like this?

Since when do you come sneaking into my room like this?

I didn't sneak in. The door was unlocked.You could have knocked.

I thought it was a raid.It should have been.

Why don't you lock your door?

Because until I knew my way around,

it was easier for me to let people come in on their own.

But I assure you, it will be locked from now on.

Well...

I thought my coming here today

was going to be a pleasant surprise for you.

Had I known I'd be treated like this...You'd have come anyway.

And I'm glad I did.

My worst fears have been realized.

Thank heaven for that.

My worst fears were that your worst fears wouldn't be realized.

Can you imagine if you came in here and liked it?

We'd have nothing to talk about.

Did you have to choose such a sordid neighborhood?

To me, it looks just like Hillsborough.

I'd be terrified to live with the type of people around here.

They've been nice to me.I'll bet they have.

Yesterday you told me you didn't even know Mrs. Benson's name.

That was yesterday.

Well, you certainly became friends in a hurry, didn't you?

Yeah. She's a very friendly girl.

Yes, I can see she is.

May I ask you a personal question?No.

Have you slept with this girl?

I thought you'd never ask.

Yes, I have.

As if I didn't know.

Well, if you know, then why do you ask?

Now I know why you were so anxious to have a place of your own.

Oh, I know you, Donny.

You've got that Linda Fletcher look on your face again.

You're going to fall in love with this girl, too.

And if I do?

Does it bother you I'm heterosexual?

Mrs. Benson is not exactly the girl a mother dreams of for her son.

I'm not interested in the girl of your dreams.

She's got beady little eyes, like a bird,

and a figure like a flagpole.

Ah, you've just described the girl of my dreams.

Oh, Donny, you can't see the difference between good and bad.

I can. I can look into people's faces,

into their eyes. You can't.

But I can see past their eyes and into their souls.

Leave us not forget Little Donny Dark and all that vision.

I wish you did have some of that vision.

I'm sure you do, Mother.

Deep, deep down, haven't you always been

just a little ashamed that you produced a blind child?

There's nothing to be ashamed of.Embarrassed, then?

You have never given me reason to be embarrassed by you.

Come on in.

I hate to bother you.

What is it?Just another zipper.

Hang in there. I think you're winning.

Thank you so much.

She'll be a big help to you. She can't even dress herself.

Well, that's where I can help her.

Donny... I have a wonderful idea.

You come home with me.

I'll have your bed raised.

There's a ladder in the garage...Nice try, Mother.

It just wouldn't be the same.

All right.

If you insist on staying here, I will not support you.

What are you doing?Calling the Chronicle. What a story.

Florence Baker refuses to help the handicapped.

I'm serious, Donny.

Oh, well, then I'll call the New York Times.

What are you going to do for money?

The little you saved must be gone now.

I can always walk along the streets with a tin cup.

Now you're embarrassing me.

No, I'll keep away from Saks.

You just stop all this joking

and tell me what your plans are.

I plan to sing and play the guitar.

I'm pretty good. You said so yourself.

Well, I had no idea you were planning to make a career of it.

Have you any idea of the competition you're facing?

I have just as good a chance as anybody else.

Better. I have charisma.

May I ask how you arrived at this brilliant decision?

It was elementary, my dear Mother.

By the simple process of elimination.

Hey, I made a lengthy list of all the things I could not do, like, uh...

Like commercial airline pilot.

I doubt that TWA would be too pleased at having me

flying their planes, nor United or Pan Am.

Photographer? Mmm, definite out,

along with ballplayer and cabdriver.

Matador?

Didn't strike me as too promising.

Honestly.

Well, I have considered becoming an eye doctor,

but then that would be a case of the blind leading the blind.

That was a little joke, Mother.

I said it was little.

I suppose Linda Fletcher put this guitar idea

into your head.

You might say she was instrumental.

Oh, boy.

That was another joke.

Look, you're gonna have to start laughing at something,

or people are gonna think you're a lesbian.

You have certainly picked up some colorful language, haven't you?

You learn everything down here.Yes.

Well, I think, young man, you have learned just about enough.

I hardly recognize my own son.What are you doing?

What I should have done long ago. I'm taking you home.

Forget it, Mother. There's no way.

You cannot stay down here alone.

I'm not alone. I have friends.

You haven't fooled me with these parties.

There are no parties. You have no friends.

I have now. I have Mrs. Benson.

You'd be better off with a seeing-eye dog.

DON: They're not as much fun.

Besides, I've got a seeing-eye mother.

That's right. And she's taking you home.

Mrs. Benson will just have to learn how to dress herself.

Put the suitcase away.

Donny, you're coming home with me!

Give me that suitcase.

Where is it?! Give it to me!

Give it to me.

Mom?

Now, please stop worrying about me.

I'm gonna be all right.

If the music doesn't work out,

I can always study law or technology.

There are lots of things blind people can do today.

Now, please, stop worrying.

I've gotta go.

Thanks for dropping by.

Where are you going?

Shopping.

I told you, I'm having dinner in tonight with Mrs. Benson.

Just the two of us,

ah, alone.

Well, I'll just wait here until you get back.

I don't want you to wait.

Have a nice trip home. I'll call you tomorrow.

Now, please...

I don't want to smell you here when I get back.

And after dinner, I suppose an orgy?

I hope so.

At last, the sinister truth is revealed.

Little Donny Dark is just a dirty old man.

Mrs. Benson.

Yes?

Oh, Mrs. Benson,

might I speak to you for a moment, please?

Well, I have an audition,

and I-I should be leaving soon.

I don't know this town. I always get lost.

Don't worry. I'll see that you get off in time.

Please, come in. Sit down.

I thought we might have a little chat.

You know, just girls together.

Can I get you coffee? Tea?No, thank you.

But if that apple's still there...I'm sure it is.

Where's Don?Shopping.

You must be so careful

to wash fruits and vegetables today, you know.

They spray those insecticides all over everything.

I'm not sure that the bugs aren't less harmful.

I like apples to be nice and shiny.

This reminds me of something. What is it?

I have no idea.

You handing me the apple

nice and shiny.

I know. Snow White.

Remember when the witch brought her the poison apple?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

I know you're not a witch.

Of course not.

And I know you're not Snow White.

Yes. Well...

I certainly have enjoyed our talk, Mrs. Baker,

And I wish I could stay longer, but I do have my audition.

Listen. My car's right downstairs.

I'll drop you, and we can talk on the way.

Oh. You're too kind, Mrs. Baker.

I wouldn't dream of imposing.Oh, you're not imposing.

I'm free the whole afternoon.

No. Thanks, anyway.

I have... I have to have my lunch first.

I'd love to take you to lunch.

I know the most wonderful little restaurant.

They have the best food.Oh, no, that's...

No, thanks.Do you like lasagna?

Is the sky blue?

Well, they make a lasagna with eight different cheeses,

and the sauce is a state secret.

MRS. BAKER: How do you manage to keep your figure, Mrs. Benson?

I wish you'd stop calling me Mrs. Benson.

That is your name, isn't it? Mrs. Benson?

But you don't say it as though you mean it.

I'm sorry.

Suppose, I call you Jill?

That's more friendly, and I'll try to say it as though I mean it.

Now, Jill,

you were telling me about your childhood.

I was?

It must have been interesting having so many fathers.

Well, yes, actually, it was.

But why don't you get to the point, Mrs. Baker?

I know what it is, anyway.You do?

Well, I know you didn't ask me to lunch to discuss my childhood

or to tell me how pretty I am.

I was interested in seeing

what you and Donny might have in common.

He likes you very much.

Well, I like him very much.

He might even be the most beautiful person I ever met.

Just imagine going through life never seeing anything.

Not a flower or a painting,

or even a Christmas card.

Wow! I'd wanna die.

But he wants to live. I mean, really live.

He can even kid about it.

Wow. He's fantastic.

Then you would want what's best for him, wouldn't you?

Ah-ha. Now we're getting to it.

I knew this lunch wasn't free.

Like, maybe I should ask him to give up the apartment

and go home with you, is that it?

Donny was happy at home until Linda Fletcher

filled him with ideas about a place of his own.

You know, I think that you believe he can only be happy with you.

Well, "There are none so blind as those who will not see."

There. I can quote Dylan Thomas

and Little Donny Dark.

You constantly astonish me.

Well, we women of the world do that.

It's funny how like Linda you are.

Donny is certainly consistent with his girls.

Oh, my God. It's after 3:00.

Oh, I'll get the check. Waiter?

Waiter, please.

I hope you won't tell Donny that we had lunch together.

Okay. But if he asks, I won't lie.

MRS. BAKER: He won't ask.

Why do you call him "Donny"?

Well, that's his name.

Don't I say it as though I mean it?

He hates being called Donny.

He's never mentioned it.

Of course he has. You just don't listen.

There are none so deaf as those who will not hear.

You could make up a lot of those, couldn't you?

There are none so lame as those who will not walk.

There are none so thin as those who will not eat.

Do you really, honestly think

it's a good idea for Donny to live in that place alone?

Yes, I really, honestly feel

it's a good idea for Don to live

wherever he wants to.

Anyway, he's not alone. I'm right next door.

Oh, for how long?

Do you have a lease on that apartment?No.

Then you could move out tomorrow if you wanted to.

That's right.

You couldn't sustain a marriage for more than six days, could you?

My marriage doesn't concern you.

It didn't concern you much either, did it?

As a matter of fact, it did.

Have you thought about what marriage to a blind boy might be like?

Not even your mother's covered that territory.

Just leave my mother out of this!

I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were so touchy about her.

I'm not touchy about her.

I just don't want to talk about her, okay?

All right, we won't. We'll talk about you.

You've seen Donny at his best, in that place that he's memorized.

He's memorized how many steps to the drugstore, to the delicatessen.

You were probably very impressed by that.

But I've seen him in strange surroundings

where he didn't know I was watching him.

I've seen him lost.

I've seen him panic.

He needs someone who will stay with him,

and not just for six days.

Stop worrying, Mrs. Baker.

Nothing serious will develop between Don and me.

I'm not built that way.

Donny is built that way.

Oh, please! We're just having kicks.

Kicks?

That's the way it started with Linda Fletcher.

Just "kicks." But Donny fell in love with her.

He'll fall in love with you. Then what happens?

I don't know.

Well, I do know.

Stop it now, before you hurt him.

What about you? Aren't you hurting him?

I can't. I can only irritate him.

You can hurt him.

The longer you stay with him, the harder it will be for him when you leave.

And you listen to me. You let him come home with me,

and you go have your kicks with someone who won't feel them when you leave.

I'm not so sure you can't hurt him.

Maybe more than anybody.

I think you deserve all the credit you can get

for turning out a marvelous guy.

But bringing up a son, even a blind one,

is not a lifetime occupation.

Oh, you don't know what you're talking about.

Now, the more you help him, the more you hurt him.

It was Linda Fletcher, not you,

who gave him what he needed most,

confidence in himself.

You're always dwelling on the negative.

Always what he needs, never what he wants.

Always what he can't do, never what he can.

What about his music?

Have you heard the songs he wrote?

I'll bet you didn't even know he could write songs.

Well, you might be dead right about me.

I'm not the ideal girl for Don,

but I know one thing,

neither are you!

And if I'm going to tell anybody to go home,

it's gonna be you, Mrs. Baker.

You go home!

What are you doing?

I am looking for some wax paper to wrap this meat in.

There is no wax paper, Mother.

This meat looks terrible.

Nobody asked you to look at it.

What time is it?

It's twenty of 10:00.

Twenty of 10:00?I know. She's unreliable and undependable.

What else is new?You did say 7:30. I heard you.

Why don't you change your shirt?

Put on one of the new ones I bought you.

Because I like this one.

Listen, you don't have to hang around, you know?

Oh, I'll just wait here until she gets back.

I'm not going to interfere with your orgy.

I told you that.No, I told you that.

♪ I knew the day you met me

♪ I could love you if you let me

♪ Though you touched my cheek and said

♪ How easy you'd forget me

♪ You said

♪ "Butterflies are free"

Please turn that off, Mom.

Is that the song you wrote?

♪ So are we

Yes. How'd you know I wrote that?

I didn't. I just asked you.Oh.

It's good.

Pretty.

You mean, it's pretty good?

No.

I mean, good and pretty.

Wow.

Where do you suppose she is?

She's probably still auditioning.

For eight hours?

I'm worried about her.You're worried about Jill?

Well, aren't you?

Something's come over you.

I mean, first you like my song.

Now you're worried about Jill?

And you haven't mentioned my coming home for hours.

Are you all right?

Don't I seem all right?

No!

You're not behaving like Supermom.

Next thing, you'll be telling me you like Jill.

I don't dislike her.

I just wish that she were a different sort of girl.

She is a different sort of girl.

That's what you don't like about her.

When I was her age, punctuality meant something.

DON: What did it mean?

It meant if I was going to be three hours late for dinner, I'd call and explain.

You'd never be three hours late.

No, I certainly would not.

You'd be a month early.

Maybe she's lost.

She said she always loses her way around San Francisco.

Any cabdriver can bring her home.

She never said she loses her way around San Francisco.

Oh, yes. She said it to me.

Well, if she'd have said it to you, I'd have heard it.

Oh, well, I guess it was after you went out.

Was she in here while I was out?It seems to me she was, yes.

Why?The usual.

She wanted her dress zipped up.

You did that while I was in here, Mother.

She just dropped by. She was only here for a minute.

What did you talk about?I don't remember.

You remembered she loses her way. What else did you talk about?

What does it matter? If it doesn't matter, then would you tell me!

Donny, please don't shout at me.

We talked about Snow White.

Snow White?

And the... And the Seven Dwarfs? That Snow White?

Is there any other?

Why were you talking about her?

What difference does it make

why we were talking about Snow White?

We didn't say anything bad about her.

I don't want you talking to my friends

when I'm not around.

I'll make a note of that.

Donny,

did Linda Fletcher give you confidence?

You know damn well what Linda gave me,

so don't try to be funny.

I wasn't trying to be funny.

Did she also give you confidence?Yes.

Didn't I?

You gave me help.

I always thought one led to the other.Not necessarily.

Why didn't you ever tell me that you don't like to be called Donny?

I told you a thousand times.

I'd certainly remember something I've heard a thousand times.

Well, maybe it was only 999.

What's wrong with Donny?

Reminds me of Little Donny Dark.

What's wrong with that?

You work on it.

What would you like to be called?

I'll try to remember.

Don. Donald.

You can call me Sebastian or Irving...

I don't care. Anything but Donny.

I'm certainly not going to call you Sebastian or Irving.

I'll try to remember to call you Don.

She's back.

She'll be in, in a minute.

You can go now, Mom.

There's a man with her.

Stop listening at the door.

I can't hear anything.

They must be in the living room.

But there's a man with her.

It's probably a radio.

Why would she be laughing and talking with a radio?

Would you please come away from there?

I am away from there.

DON: Come in.

Hi. I'm back.

I brought Ralph Santori with me.

Oh, Mrs. Baker, you're still here.

Uh, Don, this is Ralph Santori.

I told you about him. He's directing the play.

Glad to know you, Ralph.Hi, Don.

And, uh,

this is, uh, Don's mother, Mrs. Baker.

How do you do, Mrs. Baker?How do you do?

Don, I told Ralph all about you.

He's dying to meet you.Hey, Jill told me, you know, how, uh...

How with it you are.

How, uh, adept you are for someone who's...

Well, for someone who can't see.

You can say "blind," Ralph.

It's in my vocabulary, too

I should have known. You know, Jill told me...

She said how you have no hang-ups about this thing!

Ralph, you don't have to shout.

Mr. Santori, my son is not deaf.

Oh. Sorry.No. It... It happens all the time.

People think if you can't see, you can't hear.

He can hear a lot better than we can.Really?

No, I can't.

And what a sense of smell.

Can I fix you something before I leave?

Oh, we've already had dinner.

I wouldn't mind a little cup of coffee.

You were expected here for dinner, Jill.

Oh, Don. I'm sorry.It's okay.

Everything's so beautiful.

Candles,

and our flowers.

Well, that's me for ya.

I completely forgot.

We went to this party after the audition to celebrate,

and we drank a whole bottle of champagne,

or whatever that was.

It was sparkling Burgundy.

Then, you got the part?

Um, yes and no.

I'm not playing the wife.

What are you playing, the homosexual?

No.

His secretary.

It's a small part, but I have one good scene.

She gave a great audition.

Man, was I proud of her.

DON: Were you nervous?

Was I!

JILL: Uh, it wasn't the reading or anything,

but can you just imagine having to stand there

in front of all those people completely naked?

I'm sorry. I broke a cup.

Can I help you?

No, thank you.

It's already broken.

MRS. BAKER: Um, how many coffees?

I-I don't want any.

None for me.

Why did Jill have to be naked for the audition?

Well, because there's a lot of nudity involved in this play.

We had to see the actors' bodies.

You see, the visual here is very important.

I hope you don't mind my saying that.

No, not at all. Not at all.

How do you take your coffee, Mr. Santori?

Just black.

You know, I don't think anyone could call me a prude.

I'd like to see them try.

Well,

at first, I hated the idea of getting completely undressed.

But there were like, uh,

twenty or 30 actors there all around me, all naked.

And I was the only one with clothes on.

How would you feel?

Warm, all over.

RALPH: I was out front with my writer and my producer.

And the minute we saw Jill naked,

we knew she wasn't right for the lead.

Tell me, Mr. Santori,

is there any story connected with this play,

or is that too much to hope for?

There's a very dramatic story, Mrs. Baker.

I die in the end.

Pneumonia?

Jill's scene is gonna be the wildest thing

they've ever seen on any stage.

I can do this thing better than anyone in the business.

She'll be lying there

naked

dying of an overdose

of heroin.

Now, she's in agony,

and she's writhing across the stage, on her back

delirious,

screaming.

Do you think the public really needs this?

Are you kidding? They're dying for it.

I'm talking about the thinking public.

Not all those giddy little tight-ass matrons up in Hillsborough.

Have I said something wrong?

Pick anything, Mr. Santori.

Ralph, Mrs. Baker lives in Hillsborough.

Well...

Present company excepted.

Isn't that the rule?

I don't wish to be excepted, thank you.

Tell me, what is the name of your play?

It's called Do Unto Others.

Oh, I must make a note of that too.

You might like it, Mrs. Baker,

if you just gave it a chance.

You know, saw it with an open mind.

Mom hasn't liked anything since The Sound of Music.

Well, I think we just might be able to make it

without the support of Hillsborough.

Good. Because I wouldn't count on the support of this "giddy little matron."

I do not intend to pay money to see nudity, obscenity, and degeneracy.

Mrs. Baker, these things are all a part of life.

I know, Mr. Santori. So is diarrhea,

but I wouldn't classify it as entertainment.

I think we'd better get going.

How long will it take you to get packed?

Oh, not long. I only have two bags.

RALPH: I'll pick up some food downstairs

while you're packing, and I'll meet you at the car.

You going somewhere?

Didn't I tell you? I'm moving in with Ralph.

I thought I mentioned it.

MRS. BAKER: No,

you didn't.

JILL: Well, this place is so tacky.

And Ralph thought it'd be a good idea

if I moved in with him.RALPH: It was your idea.

It really doesn't matter whose idea it was.

It was a good one.

Hey, Ralph has a terrific studio apartment.

Wait'll you see it. And we want you to come over,

you know, whenever you like.

If you're alone or anything,

you just come on over. Right, Ralph?Right.

I told you you'd like Don.

Hey. We'll have groovy times over there.

And you'll love Ralph.

He's one of us. I wish you could see him.

He has a great face.

In fact... Ralph, let Don feel your face.

He can tell what you look like by feeling your face.

Go ahead, Don.

He doesn't want to.

Well, it's been great meeting you, Don.

See you soon, I hope.

RALPH: It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Baker.

I apologize if I offended you.

MRS. BAKER: That's quite all right, Mr. Santori.

I can assure you it won't happen again.

RALPH: Jill?

I'll stop in and say goodbye before I leave.

Mom?

Mom, are you here?Yes.

I have something I want to tell you.

Is it something awful?

No, you'll like it. But you better sit down.

I'm sitting.

I want to go home.

You get the car and I'll pack.

Did you hear me?

Yes.

DON: Then why don't you say something?

I intend to.

I'm collecting my thoughts.

Well, do that while you get the car. I'll only be a moment.

Just a minute.

I think we should talk about it.

Talk about it?

Isn't that what you wanted?

Isn't that why you came down here today?

To bring me home?Yes.

Well, then what's to talk about?

We've been at this all day.

You said it isn't Buckingham Palace.

You said I'm living in a rat hole.

And you said it's the Taj Mahal.

Are you saying you don't want me to come home?Oh, no.

I'm simply saying, I think we should talk about it.

Now, put the bag down.

I'm coming home, Mother.Put it down!

Please don't misunderstand me.

I think this place is dreadful.

I doubt that I will ever like it,

but I didn't choose to live here. You did.

You couldn't wait to get a place of your own.

You rushed into this. Now you want to rush out.

I think we should talk about it.

Isn't it funny how you and I think exactly alike

except never at the same time.

I can't make it, Mom!

I just know I'm not gonna make it.

Why?

Because a girl has walked out on you?

Two girls. Let's don't forget Linda.

And it could be ten girls.

Girls walk out on sighted men too, you know.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Well, it's supposed to make you stop feeling sorry for yourself.

You have never felt sorry for yourself before.

Please don't start now.

Oh, Donny, you are going to meet so many girls.

And one day you'll meet one

who's capable of a permanent relationship.

Jill isn't. She knows this herself.

I, uh...

I really think that you're better off

staying here for right now.

I don't want you coming home discouraged and defeated.

You've got your music. You've...

Christ! Once and for all,

will you get it into your head that I'm not Little Donny Dark?

You're goddamned right I'm discouraged. I am defeated.

It's over.

Do you remember the first Donny Dark story?

No.

You were five years old.

We were spending the summer at Lake Tahoe.

Dad took you out into the lake,

and it was the first time that you'd ever been in any water

that was deeper than your bathtub. You were terrified.

They could hear you screaming all over California.

Dad brought you in, and I put you to bed.

You trembled for hours. That night I told you a story

about a little blind boy who could swim the seven seas,

who could talk to dolphins...And the dolphins told him

about the enemy submarines

that were coming to destroy the United States Navy.

And Donny Dark swam ashore just in time to save them.

What a lot of crap.

The next day, you learned to swim.

Listen...

I didn't write those stories

hoping for a Pulitzer prize in literature.

I wrote them because I found a way of helping you.

Whenever you were discouraged or defeated, I told you another story.

You tried a little harder,

and you did a little better.

Shall I make up a story now

or are you man enough to handle the situation yourself?

A month ago, you didn't think I was man enough.

You said I wasn't ready to leave home. Why have you changed?

I don't know that I've changed.

You're not the boy who left home a month ago.

I came down here today hoping that you were.

You know, Donny,

it's not easy to

adjust to

not being needed anymore.

I can do it now. And you get on with your own life.

I'd like to see you have some...

Some decent furniture...

Some dishes and some glasses.

I'll send some up.

Okay.

And linens.

Bigger ashtrays.

You know, if you'll

fix this place up,

it might not be so bad.

Could I help you fix it up a little?

Sure.

I'll call you in the morning, and we'll talk about it.

Mom?

I'm glad you came.

I love you, Don.

I know, Mom.

I know you do.

How're you doin'?

JILL: I'll be right in.

Well... I guess I got everything.

Listen, I left my new dishtowels

and some light bulbs in the kitchen,

if you want 'em.

Thanks. I don't need 'em.

Well, let's not have any big goodbyes or anything.

I'll be in touch with you.

Can't you stay a minute?

Well, once I'm going somewhere,

I like to get going, you know what I mean?

Sure. I'm the same way. But I was just going to have

a corned-beef sandwich on rye. Do you want one?

Well, once I'm going somewhere, I like to get going,

unless somebody offers me a corned-beef sandwich on rye.

Um...

I locked the door from the inside.

Will you give the key to the janitor for me?Sure.

I'm putting it here on the table.

I guess you better have him lock up that door again.

No. I'll wait and see who moves in.

It might be someone groovy.

Oh, yeah. I hope so.

DON: You want a beer?

Yeah.

The candles are still lit.

I'm very religious.

Where's Mama?She went home.

What was the verdict?

She accepted my declaration of independence.

You're kidding?No.

I must say, she put up a great battle.

Maybe she should have won.

I mean, maybe you'd be better off at home.

Now, that's a switch.

Well, I've been thinking about it.

Come on, girl. It took me a whole day

and three pints of blood to convince my mother.

I don't want to have to start on you.

Well, I like to have things done for me.

Well, then give up Ralph and the play and move in with my mother.

Uh, I'm out of mustard.I don't care.

What did you think of Ralph?

Where are you?

I'm on the sofa.Huh.

I couldn't tell where your voice was coming from.

You always could before.

I wasn't concentrating.

He seemed very nice.

Who?Ralph.

Oh, you didn't like him, did you?

I said he seemed very nice.

No, I could tell you didn't like him. You were a little uptight...

I'm always uptight when there's more than one person in the room.

I have to figure out who's speaking, and if they're speaking to me.

I guess you didn't like him 'cause he was rude.

Was he rude?Well, you know, putting down Hillsborough and your mother.

That was an accident.

I'm sorry you think he's rude.

I don't think he's rude.

Well, you said it. I didn't.

Or is there someone else here?

Well, I know he comes off as a little conceited.

Tell me, Jill,

do you like Ralph?

And what kind of question is that?

Well, I'm moving in with him, aren't I?

Why would I move in with a guy I don't like?

That was my next question.

Well, I'd better be going.

Ralph's waiting, and...

Come to think of it, I guess I don't like Ralph.

I knew it all along. But why?

Like you said, he's rude and conceited.

No. I knew that's what you thought,

but he only seems that way.

I really hoped we could all be friends.

Did you really?

Well, thanks for the sandwich.

I better get going.

I'm gonna tell you something. You don't like Ralph Santori.

Oh, God!

I just packed two bags,

sitting right here, so I can move in with him.

I don't care if you've got 13 trunks. You don't like him.

You really are something.

I mean, you think just because you're blind,

you can see everything.That's right.

And that sixth sense we've got tells me

you don't like Ralph Santori.

How about that? Spooky, isn't it?

No, it's just stupid.

I packed two big bags, sitting right over there.

Tell me, Jill...

With Ralph, is it like the Fourth of July and like Christmas?

Not exactly.

Uh, he has a kind of strength.

With him, it's more like Labor Day.

Do you think he's a beautiful person, too?

In many ways, yes.

Do you love him?

Why should I answer that?

No matter what I say,

you've already made up your own mind about it.

Go ahead. Answer it. Do you love him?

Yes. In my way.

Yesterday, you told me you couldn't love anyone.

Well, that was yesterday.

Look, I'm not the worldliest human being on the block,

but I know when you're rushing into the arms of a man

you love, you don't stop for a corned-beef sandwich on rye.

Was it something my mother said?

Was what something your mother said?

The reason...

The reason you're leaving?

The reason you didn't show up for dinner?

And I know you didn't forget.

Was it something my mother said?

You don't even listen to your mother. Why should I?

Well, then, why are you leaving?

Don't give me any of that crap about loving Ralph.

I'm leaving because I want to leave.

I am free,

and I go when I want to go, all right?

I thought it might have something to do with me.

It has nothing whatsoever to do with you.

Okay.

You're scared to death of becoming involved, aren't you?

I told you all about that.

Oh, that's right. You told me.

No responsibilities. No commitments.

It's just that I have to be able to get out, uh,

if I get tired...Tired of me.

Of anybody.

What if I got tired of you?

Of me?

Doesn't anyone ever get tired of you?

Well, I don't know. I don't hang around long enough to find out.

Oh, and with Ralph, you could walk out anytime you feel like it.

But it might be a little harder walking out on a blind guy, right?

The blindness has nothing to do with it.

You know goddamned well it has!

You wouldn't feel a thing walking out on Ralph, or Sebastian, or Irving.

But walk out on Little Donny Dark,

and you might hate yourself, and you wouldn't like that, would you?

Well, hate me or love me.

But don't leave because I'm blind.

And don't stay because I'm blind.

Who are Sebastian and Irving?

Nobody.

Sometimes I just don't understand you.

I mean, we really don't think alike,

and I know I'd only hurt you sooner or later.

And I don't want to hurt you.

Why not?

You can do it to others. Why am I an exception?

Becau...

Well, I just don't want to be another Linda Fletcher.

She hurt you, didn't she?

Yes, but she helped me, too.

She was there when I needed her.

Well...

I can't promise that.

I don't know where I'll be when you need me.

Oh, girl, you need me a hell of a lot more than I need you.

I don't need anybody. I never did, and I never will.

I have to go now.

I'm glad you said, "have to" and not "want to."

Well, I finally said something right.

I'll be seeing you.

Yeah, I'll be seeing you.

I'll think about you for years.

And wonder if you ever made a commitment.

If you ever got involved.

I hope not.

Don't worry.

It won't happen.

It can't,

because you're emotionally retarded. Did you know that?

That's why you couldn't face marriage.

That's why you can't face anything permanent, anything real.

You're leaving now because you're afraid you're going to fall in love with me,

and you're too adolescent for that responsibility.

You're going to stay that way for the rest of your life, thinking you're free.

Oh, God. I feel sorry for you

because you're crippled.

I'd rather be blind.

Taxi!

RALPH: Hey, Jill!

Come on.

♪ I knew the day you met me

♪ I could love you if you let me

♪ Though you touched my cheek and said

♪ How easy you'd forget me

♪ You said "Butterflies are free"

♪ And so are we

♪ On that velvet morning

♪ When our love was forming

♪ I said it wouldn't hurt me

♪ If you left me without warning

Who is it?

Who's there?

The news is good.

It's not your mother.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing on the floor?

I was just about to have a picnic.

Without me?

I didn't know I had a choice.

You're going to be very proud of me when I tell you what just happened.

What?

Shadow vision.

What do you mean?

Well, I can do it.

I just did it. It was incredible.

I came within one foot of this obstacle,

and I stopped cold.

What was it, a lamppost?

No.

It was Ralph.

I have a confession to make.

I cheated just a little.

My eyes were opened.

Well, it's about time.