(theme music playing)
NARRATOR: Man lives in the sunlit world
of what he believes to be reality.
But... there is,
unseen by most, an underworld.
A place that is just as real
but not as brightly lit.
A dark side.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Well, well, well.
Look what came in the mail-- another one just waiting for me.
Here l am, sorry l'm late.
l had to drop some film off at the lab,
but it's Friday and l don't have a booking until Monday,
and yes, yes, yes, we have the whole weekend together,
just you guys and me.
Mm!
(mellow jazz playing over radio)
Well, someone must have liked us.
(high-pitched voice): ''Open me, open me.''
l can hear you, hmm.
Oh, yes, l got something for you, Ace.
Uh, uh, were you a good dog, hmm?
Did you stay quiet and not wake up the neighbors, hmm?
Oh, tell me a yes.
Say yes.
Come on.
(barks, growls)
Aw... you sweet thing.
Thank you for asking.
Yes, l shot bathing suits today--
seven beautiful girls in bathing suits.
(chuckles)
(clicking tongue)
Hey, Tweety.
Where's the party?
(sighs)
lsn't anyone going to dance with me?
Come on, to me, to Friday.
To you, whomever you are.
Hi, big boy, want to dance?
(bump)
(shushing)
She's sleeping.
(whispering): Sorry.
Okay, mystery man.
(over TV): Hi, Monique, l'm Scott.
The dating service sent me your tape.
They thought that, well,
we might like to get together.
As you can see,
l've got brown hair, brown eyes.
l'm about six-feet-two.
l guess l'm a Boston type, education-wise.
Now, the good news is: l'm a lawyer.
But the bad news is:
l just don't know what to do with all my money.
(chuckles)
You poor thing.
SCOTT: l'm looking for someone
to spend my money on, Monique.
l really like to have a good time.
l like to sail and ski, and l really appreciate
a woman who appreciates the good life,
like you, Monique.
Must be nice to be so popular.
And she's so very popular, isn't she?
So very, very popular.
Hey, what are we going to tell Scott?
Hey, sleepy bones.
Come on.
We of the popular club have a lot of work to do.
Up you go.
(sultry music playing)
Pink.
Pink is really your color.
And we all know about blondes.
Blondes have more f...
Yes, yes, we know.
You're perfect.
Oh...
She's beautiful,
sexy, mysterious...
...every little thing a guy could want.
That's it.
Ah, brilliant.
Hello, Scott, it's me, Monique.
l received your tape today.
Don't you think we ought to get to know each other
a little bit better before we meet?
Come and sit with me here.
This is my secret place, but l'll share it with you.
You know how people usually meet, Scott.
They're introduced at a party.
A few days later, they may see each other at a club.
They talk,
decide they want to go out.
They like each other's faces--
just the two of them,
alone...
across a table...
looking at each other,
thinking about what lies ahead.
Maybe that can be us one day, Scott.
You know how to reach me through the dating service.
Now it's up to you...
when we meet again.
(music fades)
(clicking)
Good job, kiddo.
Nighty night.
(dog barks)
(tape inserts)
(sultry music plays)
(over TV): Hi, Scott.
lt's me, Monique.
(stops tape)
What do you think, Ace?
You think Scott will video us back, hmm?
(phone ringing)
Jones residence, Mary speaking.
Hi... Mary.
Who is this?
Mary, l-l wondered
what the ''M'' stood for.
Look, uh, l live across the alleyway.
l-l'm the guy in the window.
Uh, l looked up ''M. Jones'' in the phone book.
l-l got your name off the mailbox.
l hope you don't mind.
Uh, look, my... my name's David.
Uh, l just moved here from Arizona.
l was out, uh, covering the farm leagues in the southwest
and, uh, now l'm here covering the big leagues.
DAVlD: (chuckles) Baseball, yeah, um...
l don't want to, uh, seem too forward, but, uh,
well, uh, l don't know anyone here,
and, uh, l'm tired of eating alone and l,
l wondered, since we're neighbors,
uh, would you consider having dinner with me tonight
or sometime?
Me?
DAVlD: Well, yeah, just dinner.
Uh, we could talk, you know.
Lately l've been talking to the walls here, l...
(phone rings)
MARY (recording): Please leave a message
at the sound of the beep.
(beep)
DAVlD (over machine): Mary, uh, look, l-l'm sorry.
Uh... obviously, uh,
that's not the way things are done in the city.
Uh, anyway, hope l haven't blown
my chances for meeting you.
lf you, if you'd like to talk sometime, uh,
my name's David Sticks.
Number is 473-2666.
G-Good night, Mary.
(hangs up)
(children playing in distance, birds chirping)
Larry.
Let's see what kind of a girl Larry likes.
What do you think?
This one for Larry? Hmm?
Larry likes redheads.
Yes, he does.
(zoom whirring)
(switch clicks)
(phone ringing)
MARY (recording): Please leave a message
at the sound of the beep.
(beep)
DAVlD (on phone): Hi, Mary. You get the tickets?
Biggest game of the season tomorrow night.
You can bring a friend, if you want.
Are you there?
DAVlD: Um...
look, uh, l'm gonna be going over to the stadium
at about 7:00, so if you need a ride
just give me a call.
That's 473-2666.
(hangs up)
MONlQUE: Don't be a fool, Mary.
What?
You'll only make a fool of yourself.
You don't think he wants to see you, do you?
He doesn't know he's calling you;
he thinks he's calling me.
Me, Mary. Me.
(birds chirping, kids shouting playfully outside)
Hmm, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter up!
All right, sports fans.
Here we are, the count's three and two.
Here comes the pitch.
(clucks tongue) Yay!
All right, the runner's going.
He's running to second.
He slides...
He's safe! Yay!
(laughs) Baseball!
People talking and laughing, being silly.
Hot dogs, popcorn...
-(typing in distance) -Holy cow.
(typing continues)
MONlQUE: l think he's cute.
Why don't you invite him over?
MONlQUE: You like him.
Shut up!
MONlQUE (singsongy): Mary, Mary, Mary's got a crush.
lt's too bad.
Because what in the world do you have to offer him?
Well, maybe he...
(doorbell buzzes)
(doorbell buzzes three times)
(timidly): Who's there?
Who is it?
''For Mary, from David.''
These are for me.
MARY: lt's me he wants to meet.
Me.
Not your long legs and skinny waist
and glassy eyes.
These are for me,
a real girl.
MONlQUE'S VOlCE: Don't be an idiot, Mary.
Lots of men have believed l'm real.
There's Scott and Larry and everyone at the dating service.
There are lots of men who are just waiting for dates with me.
Were you gonna keep those dates?
MARY'S VOlCE: No, you're not real! You change!
You-you change to fit whatever you think people want you to be.
l don't.
l can't.
l can't change.
MONlQUE'S VOlCE: Don't you think those men
would have been a little disappointed?
Don't you think David will be disappointed?
MARY'S VOlCE: Well...
let's find out.
Hi...
David.
lt's me, Mary...
...Jones.
Uh...
l...
just, um...
l thought we might...
(groans): Oh...
(whispers): Damn...
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(groans)
Hi, David.
Um...
This is, uh...
Mary, and, uh...
l'm...
five-five...
l have, uh...
...hair, um, reddish brown and...
my eyes are, uh...
...gray...
and, um...
l...
l live alone.
Hi...
David.
This is, um...
...Mary.
(voice breaking): l...
(crying quietly)
(objects clatter)
(Mary gasps anxiously)
Hi, David.
This is Mar...
This isn't the person you want to meet.
(phone ringing)
MARY (recording): Please leave a message
-at the sound of the beep. -(beep)
DAVlD (on phone): Hi, Mary.
Since l'm going to the stadium anyways,
let's just say l'll pick you up tonight at 7:00,
unless l hear from you.
lf you don't want to go, l'll understand,
and l promise l won't bother you anymore.
But l guarantee it's gonna be a great game.
So... l hope l see you tonight, Mary.
(quiet, steady dripping)
(footfalls descending stairs)
(knocking on door)
Mary? lt's David.
(knocking)
Mary?
(traffic passing by)
Mary?
(toy squeaks)
(chuckles softly) Hi, Fido.
Where's Mary?
Mary?
Okay.
(sighs) Okay, l w... l won't take this any further.
Uh, l already feel like a jerk.
l won't bother you anymore, okay?
There's just... something about you. Uh...
l found you... very interesting.
l was watching you move around in here,
using that doll to set up your photographs, and...
l don't know, l-l thought...
Who cares what l thought, right?
l mean, there's such a thing
as privacy, and-and l respect that, l really do.
So... sorry.
-(clattering) -Psst!
DAVlD: Mary?
Where are you?
Mary?
(relieved sigh): Oh...
There you are.
Mary, uh...
...are you all right?
(creaking)
Psst!
(door slams)
NARRATOR: The dark side is always there.
Waiting for us to enter.
Waiting to enter us.
Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.