Filmed in a beige filter, Richard Marx cuddles with a young woman. Back in color, he drives on a bridge. He passes by the “Welcome to Mayfield” sign and pulls into the Gas and Bait shop. The owner waves him as he stops by the pump.
Back in beige, he sits with the young woman outside the shop. She tips her sunglasses down as she looks at him. Framed photos of them together sit in his house.
In color, he walks back into his former home and sees the plastic covering the furniture. Back in beige, he plays the guitar and gazes at his girlfriend while she sits with her friends. In color, he plays with his friends.
Back in beige, she smiles as she sees him drive up to the grocery store. She walks in a field. Against a sky blue background, he sits backwards in a wooden chair. In beige, she adjusts the timer on the camera and poses for a photo with him outside the store. She twirls the umbrella as she stands in the rain. At the store, she picks up an apricot and they topple over. The owner yells at them and they run off.
Continuing in beige, a glass vase falls onto the floor. A police officer surveys the accident between two cars. Family members of the young woman wait by the road. He kisses on the porch of their home. She grips the wooden fence. Back in color, he walks in the junkyard and finds his car. He sits in the driver’s seat and picks up her sunglasses.
Back in beige, she dances wearing her sunglasses. She looks at him through the broken windshield of the car. In color, he closes the door and takes her sunglasses.
Richard Marx places the young woman’s sunglasses on his dresser. He paces around his hotel room. It was difficult being back in town. The owner of the grocery store told him it hadn’t been his fault. The other driver went through the red light. The owner says he’d give anything to have her back. Marx avoids the owner’s eyes and leaves his cart. While outside the store, he sees them sitting and talking. He’d often come in there during her shift and visit her on her breaks. Every so often, they’d get carried away and mess up a stand. The owner would shout at them to go home.
Everyone knew of his pain. It was small town. He passed by her parents’ house and saw their cars in the driveway. He continued to drive. There was nothing he could or say that would help them. They had lost their only child. Some of the townspeople may have forgiven them, but her parents haven’t. They told him, under no uncertain terms. they would take care of things. They told him he wasn’t welcome at the funeral. He said it wouldn’t be able to go. The guilt was eating him up inside. Her mother tells him it should be.
He wanted to remember as the vibrant, young woman dancing in the field to her own song. Seeing her body in the car had devastated him. He didn’t want to be believe she was dead. He called out her name and wiped the blood off her face. He put her hand in his. It was ice cold. He continued to hold it until the police officers came. As the emergency technicians cut them out of the car, he tells them to be careful with the young woman. She’s dead. Their faces fell and assure him they’ll take care of her.
Director: N/A Year: 1989