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(Dove calls)

(Siren wails in distance)

(Kids shouting)

-Get the radio?
-All right.

Got some nice wheels here.

Hey...

I got something to tell you.

I dont want to hear
your sad story.

I grew up on this block.

I know your kind
and im through with your kind.

So keep on walking
down the block.

(Chuckles) All right then.

Youve been moving on since.

(Sighs)

(Car alarm chirps)

Tanks secured.

Oh, no, I got dressing on me.

Oh, mama wont care,
and I dont care.

Dressing or undressing,
you still look good to me.

This is our last
Thanksgiving here.

-Promise me...
-Yeah.

Hey, there you are!

Hi, mom.

Hi, robby.

Robby:
Good to see you.

Move on now.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Oh, dont mind Gabe.

Hes just our own private
neighborhood watch.

Somebody ought
to be watching him.

-Oh, you lost weight.
-Ooh, I wish.

Arent you feeding him right,
Brianna?

(Chuckles) Well, well fix that.
Come on, robby.

Happy Thanksgiving, LaBelle.

She says "happy,"
but she doesnt mean happy.

This is such a special
holiday season.

Soon it will be Christmas,
the season of joy.

The season when angels
lift their trumpets high.

Yes. Weve been heralds

since that first cold,
starry night.

When Shepherds were stirred
awake

by angels singing in the sky.

Christmas in east St. Louis.

Were a long way
from the realms of glory.

Well, now, maybe not as far
as you think.

Remember, god didnt come
to the rich mans home.

He came to the manger.

(Trumpet playing
"away in a manger")

There you go.

Oh...!

First Carol of the season.

Now its official!

Let the holidays begin.
(Chuckles)

The traditions come and go,
but you coming down here

on Thanksgiving
and playing that song?

It does my heart good.

We love coming down.

(Knocking)

Brianna:
Not him again.

Get off this porch!

The music drew me.
Pure as a bell.

Well, nobody invited you up here
for a free concert.

Well, I will, and right now.

You come on in here, Gabe,
and have some dinner with US.

Brianna:
Oh, god...

Can you help me with his
platter, robby?

She doesnt seem too happy
to be home for the holidays.

Well, for one thing,
its not her home.

And for another thing,
shes worked her whole life

trying to get out of this
neighborhood.

And she doesnt like to come
back for anything...

Including the best cooking
in east St. Louis.

The holidays are odd.

They can bring out
the best in a family...

Or the worst
all at the same time.

The sad thing is this is the
best its gonna be for a while.

The worst is on the way.

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

Robby:
Honey, the cars fine, relax.

Why is that car so important
to her.

Well, its not the car so much,
baby, as what it represents.

People hang on to a lot
of things not for what

the thing is but for the way
it makes them feel.

You know, funny thing
about my ending up here

for Thanksgiving and all.

Course, I still got something
ive been meaning to say to you.

Put that down, please.

Uh-oh, here it comes.

Sweet potato pie?

Yeah, its not my best,
but itll do. (Chuckles)

Sweet potato pie
and sock-it-to-me cake.

Oh, man, this is some
serious eating.

Hey, you have a honey tone
with that.

Doesnt he though?
His teacher always used to say

that he had one of the best--
what was it, that French word?

Embouchure.

Yeah. That you had one of the
best one of those things

that hed ever heard.

And his daddy saved and saved
and bought him this trumpet.

Now, Walter loved
to hear him play it.

Hearing his son play
like that,

I bet he was hitting a hundred.

Oh, lord have mercy.
Yes, indeed. (Chuckles)

You know, robby once played

with the St. Louis symphony
orchestra

-mom...
-Yes, he did, too.

I mean, you really could
have gone far.

He has gone far.

Well, it looks like
were ready to eat.

You know, I figured if these
two will give me a grandbaby,

hell play that trumpet, too.

(Men chuckle)

Next Thanksgiving,

maybe youd have dinner with US,
LaBelle.

Wed do it up right.

Sock-it-to-me cake
and everything.

Now, why should I leave
the neighborhood?

You mean the hood?

The neighborhood.

I mean, I know my neighbors.

Thats right.
We know each other down here.

And to take LaBelle out
of east St. Louis

would be like taking
the bubble out of bubble up.

(Robby, LaBelle laugh)

LaBelle, its just that I worry
about you here all alone.

Thats just the point!
Shes not alone!

She has real friends.

Home folks.

I know the reality of these
home folk.

My daddy owned a pawnshop
on the corner,

and I used to see the home folk
go in and out of there.

Nobody holds on
to anything down here.

It just comes and goes.

I want something solid,
something thats mine

that I can hold onto.

And when we have a baby,

I want him to be proud of me
and our home.

Dont you think robby
was proud of his home?

I think its time we say grace.

(Car alarm wailing)

Dear god!

Is that our car alarm?

(Alarm stops)

Not our alarm.

As I was about to say.

Thank you, lord...

Tess:
This is the other neighborhood.

Theres grass
and chrysanthemums here.

And LaBelle has sweet peas
and roses.

She tends them herself.

And the car is safe here.

Ill buy that.

You know, I just dont think
that its wrong

to want to move up in the world.

No, its not wrong
to want to move up...

As long as you dont forget

what you learned in
the first grade;

that the best things in life
are not things.

(Dog barking)

There.

Yeah, just waiting
for that grandbaby.

Brianna:
Mm-hmm. (Chuckles)

Hey, you better get ready.

Youve got that appointment
with the Hoffmans.

Oh, man, whatever made me think

I could sell
all of these water filters?

Well, do it.
Just keep on keeping on.

Sugar, you so good on the phone.

Then they see my face
at the door...

Your sweet face.

How could anyone not love
this face?

You know weve got to get some
money in the bank

before theres a grandbaby
in this house.

(Dog barks)

Mercury, you cant stand

to see me hug someone else,
can ya?

You get out there and sell
the Hoffmans,

and Mercury and I will dig up
some leads. Right, merc?

-(Barks)
-You know, if the Hoffmans buy,

im gonna stop and get...

(Mouthing)

Dont say it.

-Your mother a cell phone?
-Dont say it.

I didnt say anything.

(Chuckles)

Gabriel:

Must have been
labelles turn to cook.

Gabe, youre turning my head.

And whats wrong
with my cooking?

Cayenne-- you love that
pepper, dont you?

Tess is very generous.

Well somebody should be grateful

and somebody should say
thank you.

Im thankful to god.

And im grateful every day
LaBelle makes her potato soup.

Dont push it, buster.

LaBelle:
Look whos walking in the door!

(Chuckles)

Hi, mom.

Oh, hello, robby.

Now dont say it, okay?
Dont say it.

Oh, no, robby.

I got it for you,
and thats that.

You walk here every day.

And every day I worry
about you.

Now this way,
if anything happens,

im right at the other end
of the line.

And its so easy, you see?

Now im gonna call Brianna.
Shes right outside in the car.

You just punch in the numbers...
And you hit "send."

(Phone rings)

Bree, I wanted to show mama...

That was the landlord.

Hes got somebody ready
to move in on the 15th.

Hes not gonna wait this month.

Oh, no.

What is it, robby?

Its nothing, mama.

Lets check this thing out.

This thing we cant afford.

I told you I dont need this.

Why dont you take it?

She said she doesnt need it.

Take it, mama.

Have you ever seen
such a itty-bitty little thing?

Hello.

You must be Brianna.

Im Tess.

Uh, this is Monica.

Have you ever seen
such a tiny thing?

And that expensive?

Will you stop now?

Yeah, ill stop.

Woman:
Excuse me.

Looks like we all stopped.

Im arletta.

-This is my daughter Denise.
-Hi.

Youre alvins girl, arent you?

I was. Hes dead.

Arletta:
I know.

I own your dads pawn shop now.

Youre welcome to stop by,
any time you feel homesick.

Thanks,
but I dont get homesick.

Come on, baby, take this.

No, mama, its yours.

(Quietly):
Oh, baby...

-(Mercury barking)
-Youre gonna scratch the floor.

(Robert kissing)

Right. Dont want to blow
that damage deposit.

Robert:
Okay, ready... go!

Dont go there.

Were gonna get the rent money.

Nobodys gonna
take this place away from US.

Maybe were trying
to make this happen too fast.

I mean,
would it really be so bad--

no... no.

I know what youre thinking.

We are not gonna move in
with your mama.

You want to be successful,
youve gotta look successful.

The screws are getting
tighter and tighter, Bree.

We are not going back.

I dont care if
we have to live in this house

with only a mattress
on the floor.

Thats all I had
at my daddys place.

I dont need a lot, baby.

But ID rather have
one new thing

than a hundred pawn shop
hand-me-downs again.

I dont know what else to do.

Well find a way.

Maybe well... well sell all
those water filters

to some rich, thirsty
millionaire.

Miracles happen, you know.

(Phone ringing)

Hello.

Hey, mama.

(LaBelle speaking
indistinctly over phone)

Checking out
that new cell phone?

(LaBelle speaking indistinctly)

Oh, no.

The window in the back,
by the kitchen door?

(LaBelle speaking indistinctly)

-Okay.
-(Labelle speaks indistinctly)

Okay, ill be over
soon as I can.

Someone busted into
mamas back window.

Trying to break in,
I suppose.

Im gonna board it up
so theres no real trouble.

Robert, cant-cant it wait?

Ill be right back.

-It shouldnt take me long.
-Here, you want your jacket?

No, ill be fine.

(Brianna chuckles)

Lock the car.

Mm-hmm.

You call when youre leaving.

Okay, honey.

(Car remote chirps)

(Growling)

Oh, huh, im not good enough
to play with, huh?

Its gotta be Robert?

Okay, be that way.

(Doorbell rings,
Mercury barks)

(Shushing)

-Brianna springbelt?
-Yes.

Im with the Webster groves
police department.

Was your husband driving
an infiniti SUV?

Yes.

I have some bad news for you.

Your husbands vehicle
was carjacked.

Oh, my god.

He shouldve never have gone
into east St. Louis.

Oh, no, no, maam.

It just happened about a...
About a mile from here, but...

...during the course
of the crime,

your husband was shot
and... and killed.

Im sorry.

Theres an early
morning service.

LaBelle:
Mm-hmm.

My babys gone home.

To a home not made
by worldly hands,

until that last trumpet sounds
that awakens you all.

LaBelle:
Hm.

Hes at rest now.

Woman:
Ah-ah-ah, no.

Dylan, no.

Youve had enough.

He likes that
sock-it-to-me cake, huh?

That was Roberts favorite, too.

Mm-hmm.

Listen, we have a piano lesson
we have to get to.

Im sorry.

Of course.
Thanks for coming.

LaBelle: Well, take a piece
of cake with you,

cause I dont think anybody
else here is very hungry.

What do you say?

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

And nice to meet you, miss--

oh, Meredith.

Meredith.

And I am
just right on the corner,

so, if you need anything,
please dont hesitate.

-Thanks.
-Okay.

At least you have each other.

LaBelle:
I remember taking

robby for-for trumpet lessons,

an hour bus ride
over the bridge.

Oh, but honey, it was worth it.

It was worth it.

Didnt yall
have any friends out here?

With the business and all,
we were... so busy.

I have found that,
in times of sorrow,

friends can turn up when
you least expect them.

(Knocking on door)

(Door opening)

Andrew:
May I come in?

Brianna:
Oh, of course.

Uh... any news?

Were working very hard,
but, uh...

No, theres no leads yet.

Well, maybe you could use
the help of the officer

that tailed our car.

A black woman cant even drive
to her own sons funeral

without being followed
by policemen.

And I am very, very sorry
that happened,

but im just... just here
to offer my condolences.

I-I-I appreciate that.

Um, hm, but you just have
to understand that

when you lose your baby...

We do understand, and were
praying for you and Brianna.

Tess:
Its your midnight hour...

And were here for you.

All of US.

-(Mercury whimpers)
-Hey.

Hey, Mercury... so...

Whew... boy.

(Voice breaking):
Its no use.

(Crying)

Hes gone.

(Sobbing):
Hes-hes gone, Mercury.

-(Crying): Hes...
-(Mercury whimpers)

LaBelle?

Im awfully sorry, LaBelle.

Oh, thank you, Gabe.

Thats a fine wreath.

Yes, maam.

Brianna:
Hello?

Woman:
Hello? Hello?

Mrs. Westfall?

Mrs. Westfall:
Yes. How may I help you?

Im calling from springbelt
water filters.

Mrs. Westfall:
Oh, yes, I remember. Robert...

Yes, yes, yes.

You spoke
to my husband last month.

Mrs. Westfall: ...Really nice,
but I talked to your husband...

(Line clicks)

Hello?

Hello?

Dont cut the phone off now.

(Mercury barking)

(Whimpering)

Oh...

(Mercury barking)

Give you a dollar for it.

Uh... no, five.

Give you three.

Okay. Okay.

I tried calling,
but the phone isnt working.

Its cause the phone company
turned the phone off.

Car stolen,
computer repossessed...

Landlord says hes gonna call
the marshal on me by the 15th.

Gotta raise some money somehow.

(Sighs)

This... house;
This crummy little house...

Oh...

It was our castle.

We were gonna buy it someday.

If I lose this...

I lose everything
Robert and I fought for.

I lose Robert all over again.

Dont you understand?

This home, Brianna, is made of
wood and wire and bricks--

things you can touch;
Things that time will wear away.

But you and Robert
shared something

that nothing can destroy.

You had love.

And wherever you are,

that love will always find
a home in your heart.

No, thats not enough.

Dont you get it?

Nobodys gonna ever build
a statue to Robert,

but this house,

this crummy little house

in Webster groves...

Is the only memorial
hell ever have,

so if I have to sell
everything ive got--

every dish, every spoon,

every stick of furniture
in the house-- ill do it.

And sleep on the floor...

...as long as its the floor
in the home I had with Robert.

Let me help you.

(Speaking quietly)

Howd the sale, go, baby?

Well, its one, oh, two, three--
three hundred something.

But the rents 950.

Oh, im so sorry.

Well, didnt you save any money?

Didnt you have any insurance?

Were starting a new business.

We borrowed
against the insurance,

we borrowed against everything.

The ironic thing is,

I think, in a year,
we wouldve been in the black.

Now the marshals
coming on Friday.

Brianna, this is so beautiful.

Baby, youre not selling
that, are you?

No, no, no.

Um, just the box.

Um... three dollars?

Well, ID like that trumpet
to go back to robbys home.

This is Roberts home.

I mean the home he grew up in;

the home he played
the trumpet in.

This stays with me.

Im his wife.

Well, now,
how about this, Brianna?

Why dont you come on down
and move in with me,

and then well both have
the trumpet.

No, thank you.

Got some money now.

Its not enough,
but itll be all right.

-(Mercury barks, whimpers)
-Ill just get a place to stay.

Its just a crummy place
in Webster groves.

(Dog whimpering)

(Whimpering)

(Laughs)

(Gasps)

(Indistinct arguing)

(Thumps on wall, barking)

(Knocking)

(Shushing)

You got a dog in here?

Theres no dogs allowed.

(Shushing)
What about them in there?

Theyre killing each other
in there.

Theyre fighting every week,
but theres no dogs.

Now, get him out here right now.

-Its almost morning.
-That mutt

could rip up the place
by the morning.

(Barking)

Get him out now.

(Sirens waling distantly)

Monica: Need a lift?

What are you doing here?

The question is
what are

you

doing here?

There is somewhere else
you can go, Brianna.

(Exhales)

Hey.

♪

♪

♪

(Knocks)

(Door opens)

Well, lord have mercy.

Hello, LaBelle.

Well, c-come in.

Come on in out this chill.

This is just temporary,
just temporary.

Well, whatever you say, Brianna.

Come on in.

LaBelle:
I set Mercury up

in the backyard.

The yard?

Mm-hmm, hell be
comfortable out there.

Mercurys got to stay outside?

Well, im sorry, but...

No, i-i-im sorry.

Its my allergies.

Merc will be okay.

(Indistinct talking)

LaBelle:
(Laughs) You like

jeopardy?

LaBelle:
(Laughs) You like

jeopardy?

I never watch it.

Well, I never miss it.

(Laughs)

I always wait till Christmas Eve
for the stockings.

I mean, thats just

my particular tradition.

Well, tomorrows Christmas Eve.

I know, but its not
Christmas Eve tonight.

But thats one way to do it,
I guess.

Robert always said,
"my mamas got her ways,

and a mule is a mule."

He said that?

I dont know,
he was always joking.

Robby, joking?

You know, you know how he gets.

Oh, go and put
the stockings back, Brianna.

No, LaBelle.

You got to have room
for your ways now, too.

No, I cant think that way.
This is your house.

This is your house now, too.

(Phone ringing)

Now, I know youve gotten used
to expensive things...

No, thats not it.

Wheres that cell phone?

Under these decorations
somewhere.

Now, I know
what youre thinking.

Youre thinking, "I got
someplace better I want to be."

-LaBelle...
-I tell you this, Brianna,

the lord said,
"be joyful where you are."

-Are you happy here, LaBelle?
-What do you mean?

Because you were the one
who called Robert

in the middle of the night
and had him come down.

-What are you saying?
-(Ringing continues)

If you hadnt been scared here,
he might still be alive!

-Dont you dare.
-Wheres that

-damn cell phone?!
-He might still be alive

if he hadnt been driving
that fancy car you had to have.

-What?
-That was your idea

of success.

You had to have a fancy car.
It had to be new

and expensive and worth stealing

and worth killing for.

-Oh, god LaBelle,
-(Ringing continues)

Be quiet!

(Muttering)

(Grunting)

Did-didnt you know
that every time...

Every time that phone rang,

I-I thought it was my robby
on the line.

Even now,

it-it rings, and-and...

And-and my heart jumps.

♪

Good morning, Brianna.

How are things going?

Oh, im sorry.

Two women who have
so much in common.

You crazy?

You both loved the same man.

(Sighs) Its funny,
its like LaBelle knew

a completely different man
than my husband.

She loved the boy.

I loved the man.

But theyre both
the same human being.

Youre grieving for the husband.

LaBelle is grieving for the son.

Remember, she took you in
when you had nowhere else to go.

Couldnt you show her
a little kindness?

Isnt there some gift
that you would like to give her?

Wheres the fire?

Morning, just got some business
I got to attend to.

Couldnt interest you
in a little chat, could I?

No.

Just remember, young lady,

god dont like ugly.

(Door opens, bell rings)

(Music playing over stereo)

Hello, Brianna.

Sorry.

I know, its been a long time
since you were here.

That used to be me.

I used to dust

off the counters.

Sit on a stool in the corner,

and watch the people
come and go, come and go.

Taught me a lesson
ive forgotten over the years.

I remember it now.

Whats that?

Nothing lasts.

Nothing, sweetheart.

So, what have you brought US
on Christmas Eve?

(Sighs)

♪

(Kids yelling)

Rough night, LaBelle?

Oh, theyre all bad.

Where is Brianna?

I dont know.

Were on different islands

with a lot of water in between.

Brianna:
Im right here, LaBelle.

I felt I...

I brought you something
for Christmas.

Oh, baby, you dont have
the money.

Well, I found some
at a pawn shop.

What did you have to pa...

Oh, no you didnt.

LaBelle, that trumpet
was just gonna sit around,

making both of US miserable.

You pawned robbys trumpet
for this?

Robert wanted you
to have that phone,

and phones cost money.

I was trying to be a friend.

I was trying to do
the right thing.

You dont know the right thing,
never did.

It was always
about money for you,

about having fancy new things.

You wouldnt ever understand

what that trumpet means to me.

My sons lips kissed
that trumpet.

That was the only thing
I had left of my son.

Get out! Just...

Get out of my sight!

Ill get it back.

Ill get that trumpet for
Christmas, and then thats it.

Im gone, its over--
im out of her life forever.

-Brianna...
-Stop!

Mama.

I need to get that trumpet back.

Oh, no, I... im so sorry.

I dont know what to say.

What? I just left it
a few hours ago.

I went to run an errand,

and Denise made
a terrible mistake.

She sold it to someone
while I was gone.

Im sorry.

Who is it? Who...
Who did she sell it to?

Im sorry. Its gone.

Sold it.

Sold it.

(Distant siren whooping)

Merry Christmas.

Its cold out there.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Are you all right?

Well...

I have spent a lot
of Christmas eves in this place

trying to bring some lost
and lonely souls

just a little something
to hope for.

But this is
the first Christmas Eve

that I have ever really
understood how they feel.

Aw.

Having a broken heart
on Christmas Eve

is a terrible thing,

but thats what
Christmas day is for,

because thats when hope arrives

in a loving little package
from god.

And when it comes,
you have to recognize

what a wonderful gift it is:

A new chance, new life.

What good is a new life
if you have to leave

everyone you love behind
in the old one?

Well, what good is your faith
if you leave that behind

just when you need it most?

God has great plans for you.

I know that, because he never
forgets any of his children.

Not you, not these people
and not Brianna.

And he doesnt want you
to forget her, either.

Of all of gods creations,

your son chose Brianna
to give his love and his life,

and if you let her leave,
youre letting

a lot of your sons love
leave, too.

(Train clanking along track)

(Horn blaring)

(Shuddering breaths)

Brianna?

Go away.

Stand up.

Please, get up off the ground.

(Brianna chuckles)

Why?

Just going to end up
down here again anyway.

I know how you
must be feeling, but...

Really?

Are you homeless?

Are you a black woman
who grew up sleeping

on a bare mattress
in the back of a pawnshop?

Did you pray for a house
with warm heat in the winter,

fresh food
from a real refrigerator

and clothes not bought
from a thrift shop?

Did you work for 24 hours a day

for ten years
to make your dreams come true

only to see them disappear
in a single night?

The only man you ever trusted
and respected

with all your heart and soul...

Is he buried in a cheap grave
across town?

Is he?

Is your life over, too, Monica?

Is it?

Your husbands body
is lying in a grave,

but your husband is not.

Robert is in the arms
of the father.

Hes not gone. Hes not lost.

Whats happening?

Dont be afraid.

Its Christmas Eve

and a very good time
to be visited by an angel.

Youre an angel?

Yes.

A messenger with good news.

God loves you, Brianna.

He does.

He always has.

He loved you when you dreamed
little girl dreams

in the back of a pawnshop.

He loved you as you tried

to fight your way out
of your poverty.

And he loves you even now
as you sit in an alley

prepared to give up
on life itself.

He wants you to know
that youre not alone.

God is with you.

And Robert is with god,
so you see,

youre not so very far
from your husband at all.

I miss him so much.

I cant remember how he sounded
or how he smiled

or how it felt to hold his hand.

Cant remember.

Why not ask LaBelle?

She remembers things
that you dont,

and im sure you remember
things about Robert

that she would love
to be reminded of.

LaBelle hates me.

Oh, no, she doesnt.

She is grieving, like you are.

But she needs you,
and you need her.

For your husband
left something precious behind

that belongs to both of you.

Not blame to argue over,
not a trumpet to fight over,

but a memory to share.

A special memory of a good man

who loved his wife
and his mother

and tried to make them
both happy.

Share the memory.

Share him with LaBelle,

and you will hold on
to Roberts love forever.

Now, thats worth
standing up for,

dont you think?

(Bells chiming)

Christmas.

Every day.

Now, you know
the only thing left to do

is to put these chairs
on the table.

Go right ahead.

But im not taking any hints

as long as theres still
sweet potato pie left to eat.

Brianna:
LaBelle.

Hi, Brianna.

I tried to get the trumpet back,
but I-I couldnt.

Well, I knew thats what you
were trying to do.

But we dont need that trumpet

to remember what a...
Wonderful boy he was.

Nobody could play it
like he could.

I dont know how he did it.

It was that French word
that his teacher

always told him he did so well.

He told me it was because
he listened to miles Davis.

Maybe that was it.

You combine that
with a good embouchure, and...

Thats robby.

Robert.

Miles and embouchure.

Were gonna make it, baby.

(Chuckles)

Together.

We will.

And in the lords own time.

Gabriel:
Yes, indeed.

Hes always right on time.

And now he says
its finally time

for me to deliver
my message.

Oh, whats he doing?

♪

Thats the horn.

Thats Roberts trumpet.

Tess:
You thought that horn

was gone forever,

but nothing is forever gone
from god.

I dont understand.
How could he afford that?

Most people pass Gabe and see
just another homeless man

without purpose,

without a future.

But the truth is...

The future is his purpose.

His home is heaven.

We call him Gabriel.

Dear lord in heaven.

Tess:
The realm of glory

is right here in east St. Louis.

Gabriel?

Yes, Gabriel.

He delivered great tidings.

2,000 years ago,
he told a poor woman

that she would soon give birth

on a cold, starry night.

A night when Shepherds
in the field

would be awakened by angels

singing in the sky.

A night of hope.

A time just like this.

Were in the presence

of an angel.

Tess:
Baby,

youre surrounded by

a multitude of angels.

And god has sent
the archangel Gabriel himself

to deliver this annunciation

unto you.

Gabriel:
Angels have come to rejoice

with you...

This day, Brianna.

Glory be to god.

The lord is with you,

and has greatly blessed you.

Blessed me?

Yes. Behold,

you have conceived
in your womb,

and you shall bring forth

a son.

A son?

Gabriel:
The child of your love.

The blessing

of your marriage.

A precious gift

from god.

(Laughs)

A baby?

A baby.

Oh.

Baby.

Tess:
Well, its gonna be

a beautiful Christmas after all.

Gabe was wonderful,
wasnt he?

He always is.

I remember when I
was in annunciations.

Sometimes I wish
I could do that again.

Well, baby, when youre an angel

youre always at annunciations.

Whats stopping you?
Its Christmas.

Glory be to god
in the highest.

All: Glory be to god
in the highest,

and on earth,
peace and goodwill

to everybody.