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Announcer:
Theres only one hour left

until the new millennium!

So come on, lets not waste it!

Monica:
"When I consider the heavens,

"the work of your fingers,

"the moon, the stars that you
have established in the sky,

"oh, lord, what are we

that you should even notice US?"

Whats the 20th century--

or the 21st--

when for you, 1,000 years
is like a single day?

Thats the miracle
and the mystery, baby.

God holds time in his hand

like a ball of string.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
now, forever...

So he can look at it
all at once.

But for the rest of US,

he stretches time out,

and he lays it
on a golden thread,

so that humans can imagine it

as a straight line.

Monica: And then they
divide it into hours,

and days, and even millennia.

(Laughs)
They like that.

It gives them a sense of order.

Still, it must be very
exciting for a human

to live to see a new millennium.

Only if youre willing to
give up the last one,

and Angela doesnt
like that idea at all.

Well, she doesnt
have much choice.

There isnt much time left.

Are you listening to me, baby?

Its gods time.

Its not her time,

its not our time.

Its gods time.

And he has some important things
he wants US to do with it.

Such as...?

Well, a long time ago,

Angela made a very
important promise--

sort of like
an appointment with destiny--

and god wants her to
keep that appointment.

But the trouble is, Angela

doesnt remember
anything about it.

And until she remembers,

she wont be entering
the 21st century at all.

♪ 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

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

(Playing swing music)

Nick:
Whered you go?

I went for a long walk,
its beautiful.

And theres a lake out there
with swans swimming around.

Very peaceful.

Swans are very dangerous,
you know.

Theyll attack you
if you threaten them.

Well, im not in the habit
of threatening swans.

Nick:
Oh, wheres your mask?

Ah ha!

Oh, there.

Youre the most beautiful woman
in the room.

How much have you had to drink?

Come on.

Im trying to be romantic here.

-Nick...
-Hey!

-(Screams)
-Andrew: Im... sorry,

-im so...
-Angela: Thats okay.

Nick: Its all right,
its not your fault.

Well, ill just go
to the ladies room.

No problem.

-Im sorry.
-Its all right.

Woman:
There you are.

Thank you.

Goodness gracious.

What happened to you?

Angela:
Oh, yes.

This is the annual new years
Eve dress disaster.

Happens every year.

I think im going to wear

-a bathing suit next year.
-(Laughs)

Please, take a seat.

So?

Were you having fun out there,

before this unscheduled baptism?

Oh, yes. Yes.

A wonderful time.

I dont think you were.

I beg your pardon?

I could tell by the way
you walked in here.

Some people just arent ready
for the millennium.

Isnt there some place else
youd rather be?

Angela:
Wow! Look at this.

Thats amazing!

Its gone!

Well, thank you so much.

You are a miracle worker.

Tess:
Well?

I dont think she remembers.

(Sighs)

♪

Back so soon?

Yes, its...

Its getting, uh,
towards midnight

and I thought ID just...
Check my make-up.

Look, you were right.

Im not having
a very good time tonight.

The millennium is a lot more
traumatic than people realize.

Its not just about numbers
rolling over a computer.

Its a state of mind.

I get this feeling...

I dont know, that...

Theres something expected of me

that I just cannot live up to.

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen!

15 minutes!

Just 15 minutes to
the new millennium!

What is your name?

Monica...

Im Angela.

Theres a wonderful man

waiting out there for me.

And I know

that hes going to ask me
to marry him tonight.

And I know I ought to say yes.

But...?

Ive just never been able...

To go through with it.

Woman: Are you flying
to New York on Monday?

Woman 2: Yeah.

Just page me or e-mail me,
or call me on my cell phone.

"To be alive in such an age... "

I know that poem.

"Oh, to be alive
in such an age!"

"When miracles are everywhere,

"and every inch of common air

"throbs a tremendous prophecy...
Of..."

"Of greater marvels yet to be."

"Greater marvels...

Yet to be."

But you have to actually

leave the ladies room
to see them.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I havent heard
that poem in years.

Hey. It looks great.

Good as new.

We ought to tell that waiter,
you know?

I dont want him to lose his job

-over this...
-Nick, we have to talk.

Hey, Andrew!

Hey.

Hows the dress?

I had a little help from
the lady in the powder room.

Oh, yes, yes.
The amazing Monica.

-Oh, you know her?
-I do. Very, very well.

Well, I hope she gets a break

so she can celebrate a little.

Nick: Hey, you know,
you ought to take a break.

Youve been going all night.

On, im-im fine.

Listen, do me a favor
and dance with

the most gorgeous woman
in the room, will you?

She loves to dance. Right?

Im stepping all over
her feet. Please.

Angela:
Nick...

He doesnt want to.

Andrew:
Oh no, no, no, no.

I... I would be honored.

See?

-Give me that tray.
-Andrew: Okay.

Just have her back before
midnight, would you?

Yes, sir.

Now wouldnt you rather
be spending

these last ten minutes
of the century

dancing with someone
your own age?

I dont know.

Every hundred years or so,
I like to break out

and do something very crazy.

-That often?
-Yes.

-Ah.
-(Chuckles)

Hey, tell me something.

What?

If you were going to
do something, um,

very spontaneous,
I mean absolutely crazy,

and you knew that you werent
going to have to explain it,

or-or apologize for it,

what would that be?

You sound just like my dad.

(Andrew laughs)

I think he invented spontaneity.

-He was always...
-Miss britten?

Hi! Its me!

Candy koppelman.

I was in your seventh grade
English class at stedman.

Well, yes, of course!

How are you?

Im... im okay.

And what are you doing now?

Well, im taking night school
here in Eugene,

and im also working at this

telemarketing
computer place thing

with my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend.

Tommy, the jerk.

Did you ever get married?

I-I beg your pardon?

You were engaged to Mr. Lamado,

the music teacher, right?

Yes. But no, im not married.

Oh. Oh.

This is my friend, Andrew.

And were just dancing.

Hi, Andrew.

Hi.

Angela:
Its very nice to see you again.

You, too.

And it is so weird,
miss britten,

cause I was just thinking
about you the other day.

I was thinking about how we used
to not have the Internet,

and I would actually
go to the library and stuff,

and you made US learn
that poem, something...

"To live in such an age..."

Something.

Something like that.
I dont really remember.

Oh. You know what,

im going to let you
get back to dancing.

Im going to go.
Its good to see you.

Happy new year.

Angela: I havent heard
that poem in ten years...

And then twice in five minutes.

Well, stranger things
have happened.

I have fond memories
of my father

climbing a tree
or leaning out of the window

shouting poems to the universe
at the top of his lungs.

"To be alive in such an age!"

Wow, he sounds
like a great guy.

He was. Hes long gone.

But I wish he were here to see
in the new century with me.

We always promised...

Oh, my goodness.

What?

I just remembered something

I made a promise about
40-45 years ago,

I made a promise to somebody...

And nows the time.

Nows the time to keep
that promise.

My father loved poetry.

He used to read poems to me

the way other parents read
nursery rhymes.

I adored him.

Sounds like you made him
a promise.

Yes.

Monica:
Excuse me.

Oh, yes!

I cant believe im losing
everything tonight.

Thank you so much.

Youre welcome.

You know that, that poem
you were quoting earlier

"to be alive in such an age"?

Yes.

Well, my father and I put
that on top of a box

and buried it in our yard
next to a tree

when I was about ten.

And, uh, we stuffed it
with a bunch of toys

and newspaper clippings and
souvenirs from 1955.

And you know, ive never even
thought of that until now.

Just tonight.

And you never went back
to dig it up?

No. You see, dad and i--
I always call him daddy--

we made a pact that we would
meet at that tree

on January first in
the year 2000,

and we would dig up
our time capsule.

So youre going home
tomorrow then.

No. No, I have some wonderful
memories of my father,

and I dont need to go back
to Idaho to remember him.

Why not? That sounds like fun.

Well, what am I supposed
to do, just knock on the door

and say,
"hi, I used to live here,

and I want to dig up your lawn"?

It sounds terribly sentimental
and romantic to me.

But daddy wont be there

and it will be like losing him
all over again.

I dont know you very well,
but I think that you need to go.

I cant.

You know, we could drive you.

Takes like six, seven hours.

We could be there in
the morning.

I cant just walk out on Nick.

Oh, well, you could always
get engaged first.

And then go.

This is crazy.

Yep, its crazy.
And its spontaneous

and it sounds
just like your dad.

I guess I could call Nick
from the road and explain it.

Emcee: Okay, everybody,
lets get ready

for the countdown
to the new millennium!

Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen, would you
join me now

as we count down
the final seconds?

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three, two...

Angela? Angela?!

Monica:
What do they dream about?

Who?

Humans. What do they
dream about?

Being awake.

I heard they try
to fix in dreams

what went wrong
in their awakeness.

Awakeness?

Well, you know what I mean.

I think that when theyre
dreaming,

thats the only time
that people are

really completely honest
with themselves.

Thats why they hardly ever
remember them.

Man:

You hear it, Angela?
Its the train.

Man:

You hear it, Angela?
Its the train.

Its whistling for US;

Angela...!

Lets go, Angela...!

Lets go to Paris!
Lets go to China!

Lets go see the pyramids!
Its time for a great adventure.

Oh, to be alive in such an age!

Good morning.

Good morning.

Where are we?

Your home.

Oh, look,
theres the old library.

Um... and thats the old
monument to something or other.

I never can remember.

(Andrew chuckles)

And look, Mr. Millers
vacuum store.

Oh, he must be gone by now.

So where to?

All right, turn right here
and its just on the corner.

♪

Yes?

My name is Angela britten
and...

Yes, we do.

You do what?

We have room.

Oh, no, no, we dont want
to have a room.

We just wanted...

You standing here at 8:00
in the morning

in high heels
and an evening dress.

I think you need a room
and a bath

and some breakfast.

And im not gonna stand here
in the doorway

discussing it with you.
Come on in.

All right. Thank you.

Did you put gas in the car
like I told you?

-Yeah.
-Give me my keys.

You can find the bathroom.
The towels on the sink.

Thank you. (Chuckles)

(Distant phone ringing)

Well...

Nick isnt answering.

I dont blame him.

I must have been crazy.

I hope these clothes fit you.
I found them in the attic.

In the attic?

Youre welcome to scrounge
around up there if you want to.

Theres a lot of old stuff
up there you might recognize.

Thank you. ID like that.

Looks like youre recognizing
something on the floor.

Yeah. You know when youre
a two-year-old

and youre crawling all over
the place,

the floor makes a

big
impression on you.

The floor makes a

big
impression on you.

Would you like some tea, Monica?

Do you have coffee?

No, I thought tea was more
bed-and-breakfasty.

ID like some.

How long have you had this
place?

Oh, not long.

I understand you got some
buried treasure out there.

I wouldnt say that.

Buried memories.

Well, if you came all the way
from Oregon,

they must be worth digging up.

(Kettle whistling)

(Train whistle)

Its tea time.

Arent you bothered by the noise
of the train at night?

What train?

Well, there used

to be a train
that went by here.

I could swear that I heard...

Nope.

-No?
-No train.

(Girl giggling)

Man: Well, who is this beautiful
little Princess?

Im not a Princess, daddy.

Im a bride.

Oh, a bride.

And to whom are you getting
married?

Im marrying you, daddy.

(Man chuckles)

Monica:
There you are.

Are you ready to dig?

Its almost noon,

and its not gonna get
any warmer today.

I really would like

to wait a little longer
if its okay.

You want to wait for Tess?

No... I want to wait
for my father.

Mr. Britten: When archeologists
discover this someday,

theyll know what we were like.

Daddy, thats your favorite
poem book.

Well, somebody might need these
a few hundred years from now.

You ready?

(Exhales)

I have a better idea.

Ideas are the engines
of progress.

Maybe we should check on it
every once in a while

to make sure the worms
dont eat everything.

Good thinking.

Okay, then,

new years day,

the year 2000,

I promise to meet you right
here,

and we will dig
up this old box together

and make sure everything

is a-okay. Promise?

Promise.

(Chuckles)

Maybe we should just stay here.

No.

The ship is safer in harbor,
but that is not

what ships are for.

You must go seek out the scent

of the carthaginian Rose.

You must rise and go where

the golden apples grow.

My heart is warm,
for the friends I make,

and better friends
ill not be knowing

if there isnt a train
I wouldnt take,

no matter where its going.

Going somewhere, Mr. Britten?

Yes, Angela and I

are going
on the invisible train.

It has silver wings.

It picks you up right
at your door,

and takes you
anywhere you want to go.

You wait right there,
youll see.

I think he took
the invisible train.

Your father?

I always tell people that, uh,

my fathers long gone,

and they, of course,
assume that hes dead,

but the truth is
hes just long gone.

Its hard to be reminded

that the father
that you worshipped

abandoned me.

Do you know why?

I just woke up one day,
and he was gone.

He didnt even say good-bye.

I just couldnt understand

how someone who loved me so much

could just throw that love away.

What did your mother tell you?

My mom said to me

that she would explain
the whole thing to me

when I was old enough
to understand.

And then we lost the house
and we moved.

We moved.

We moved away.

I remember now.

I...

I left him a note on the door.

I said, "daddy,

were going to Oregon."

He left US.

He left me

for some woman.

Is that what your mother
told you?

I never got
the whole story.

She died in a car accident
when I was 18.

(Chuckling)
What am I doing here?

This isnt romantic.

This isnt spontaneous.

This is painful.

(Scoffs)

I loved him.

I really loved him.

He taught me how to dream
and then took it away.

Theres...

I could kill him.

But wouldnt it be great
if he came back?

Could you forgive him

after all thats happened?

Andrew, hes been gone
for 45 years,

and look at me.

Nothings happened.

And if the man
that I loved and trusted

most in the world
could leave me...

Monica: Then how could you

ever trust another man?

I guess thats why
I never got married.

And thats why im going
to wait for daddy

just a little longer.

Okay.

♪

Hes not gonna come back,
you know.

This is not about him
coming back.

This about her moving on.

What is that?

Coffee.

What did I tell you about that?

Theres no coffee now.

This is not a coffee assignment,
miss wings.

Coffee would ruin everything.

Now, put that down and lets get
this show on the road.

(Muttering):
This is a tea thing.

How you doing, baby?

Oh, a little miserable.

This morning when you showed up,

you were looking for a box
under a tree,

but the whole day, youve been
recognizing everything else

right down to the kitchen floor.

Its time you stopped
messing around

and dig up the only memory

you actually came for,

even if you have to do it
by yourself.

Its just a bunch of junk now.

Yeah,

but its your junk, baby.

(Door closes)

♪

(Thuds)
Oh.

(Sighs)

Well, here it is.

Put it down, baby.

Were used to a little dirt
around here.

What is it?

The padlock has been broken.

Somebodys been in here.

(Grunts)

What is it?

Letters.

From my father.

"Angela, 1956."

"Angela, 1957."

"Angela, 1958."

He did come back for me.

But I wasnt there.

It only takes one trip

to find that out,

but he made
a lot more than that.

I know, isnt that strange.

Would you like US
to leave you alone?

No, no, no, no.

Good, cause I want to hear
what he has to say.

All right, "Angela, 1956."

"I came to see you today
on your birthday,

"but I found out that you
and mommy had moved away.

"Im very sad,
but I understand why.

"I dont know where
to send this,

"so ill just leave it here
under the tree,

"and maybe someday,

"youll remember our promise

"and youll find this
and all my love waiting for you.

"I love you.

Happy birthday, daddy."

"Angela, 1957."

"Dear Angela,

"im delivering this card
a little late this year.

"Daddy has been very,
very sad for a long time.

"Its hard to live

"in this world sometimes,

"but knowing you are in it,
somewhere,

"keeps me from giving up
all together.

"Dont forget that I love you,

daddy."

Andrew:

1961.

"Walt Whitman travels
in my back pocket these days.

"Afoot and lighthearted,
I take to the open road.

"Henceforth,
I ask not good fortune--

I myself am good fortune."

"I am the master of my fate.

I am the captain of my soul."

Angela:
"The truth is,

"life is meaningless.

"There is no god,

"and there are
no happy birthdays

"for the ones who see life

as it truly is."

"Today you are 16.
Glorious, miraculous.

Oh, to be alive in such an age."

"Every time I dig this hole,
I leave myself here, too.

"And someday,
they will dig my grave

and find nothing left
to Bury."

"Today you are 21, and somewhere
your mothers telling you...

"The truth about me.

"Perhaps you can forgive me
for trying to take you with me

on the invisible train."

What was the invisible train?

Just a game we played.

Its time
to make some more tea.

Keep reading.

Lets try 1979.

"Dear Mr. Britten,

"you have been my patient
these six months

"at Idaho regional psychiatric

"and as you have certainly
observed over the years,

"your severe manic depression
takes extreme forms,

"from episodes of mania,
euphoria and hallucination

"to profound, even suicidal
depression."

"The new drug treatment has
brought you to a stable place

"however, im not yet
comfortable approving

"your release
from this institution.

"Nevertheless, you have
chosen to leave.

"Therefore, I must stress
the importance

"of you taking your medication
regularly.

"Manic-depressives often
resist maintaining the new peace

"that they have found
between the highs and the lows,

"so your vigilance is crucial.

Sincerely, Dr. Kenneth Nichols."

"Dear Angela,

"see what kind of crackpots
I have to deal with?

"Dont they get it?

"If you take the drugs,
you cant take the train.

"Hope youre having
a wonderful life.

"Live, love, marry
and have babies.

"Remember the poetry.

Embrace the future
and dont... "

1979. Thats when
the letters stopped.

(Kettle whistling)

Hes dead.

Somebody please get the tea!

Angela and I are going on
the invisible train.

Why the...? Oh!

Mr. Britten:

Can you hear it,
Angela? Its the train.

Mr. Britten:

Can you hear it,
Angela? Its the train.

Its whistling for US;

Angela...!

Lets go, Angela...!

Lets go to Paris.
Lets go to China.

Lets go see the pyramids.

Its time for

a great adventure.

Oh, to be alive in such an age!

Yes!

Here it comes.
Can you hear it?

Can you hear it?
Here it comes.

Carl: (Laughs):
Angela...

Oh, daddy.

Monica: Your father was a very
sick man, Angela.

I must have
just blocked it all out.

We were up on the roof,

and he let go of my hand...

...because he,

he had to...

Catch the invisible train.

He must have realized

how sick he was.

And he left because...

He...

He wanted to protect me

from him.

He loved me.

You have to believe that.

I do.

(Crying):
My heart is shaking.

Oh god, what are...

I cant stand,
I just cant...

Stand it.

Daddy,

I want to die.

I want to die, too.

Angela, look at me.

Happy new year,
and happy all the years ahead,

now that you can live in truth.

Whats happening?

I am an angel,

an angel from god.

No.

We all are...
Tess, Andrew, and I.

Listen to me.

God himself,

the one who holds all time
in his hand,

wants you to know
that your years

of asking "why" are over.

Theres no more time
to waste asking why

your father left you.

You have an answer.

It may not be complete,

but its enough to know

that someone loved you deeply,

and simply wanted
to protect you.

Life is a mystery
that we can only understand

in part because...

We live on only
one side of the mirror.

Its not until life is over,

and the mirror is taken away

that it all becomes clear.

But right now, Angela,

you must accept the blessings

that you can understand
and rejoice in them.

Thank god

you had a father who loved you.

Thank god that you survived

a dangerous fall.

Thank god that you grew up

with beautiful memories.

And that the love of poetry,
and beauty

that your father placed
in your heart

has become a part
of who you are,

and who he was to you.

Oh, yes, ill always have that.

Always.

And you have
something else, too.

You have a second chance.

God loves you so much, Angela.

He wants you to take
only what you need

into the new century,

and leave what you dont
in the old one.

Take the good memories.

Take the joy
of your earthly father,

and the faithfulness
of your heavenly father,

and share them with someone
who loves you.

For now that you know the truth,

you mustnt be afraid
of love anymore.

But, Nick...

Its too late for Nick.

Only god can decide
whats too late.

And you, Angela,

are right on time.

Man:
Three, two,

one...

Happy new year!

(Laughs):
Oh.

-Oh, I love you.
-Will you marry me?

Yes! Yes, I will.

-When?
-Tomorrow.

Oh, youre on,
but theres something

I have to do first, okay?

-Right now.
-Lets go.

Okay.

Angela:
Oh, turn right here.

Its just around the corner.

Nick:
So you grew up in a...

Office building?

What?

♪

"This time capsule,

"buried in 1955

"by an anonymous little girl
and her father,

"was discovered on this spot

"when ground was broken

for this building."

Angela:
1979.

Thats why the letters stopped.

Is this you?

Yes.

A long time ago.

Daddy?

Daddy.

Angela?

To be alive...

In such an age.

(Laughs)

(Sobs)

Monica:
I know a poem.

I recite it every millennium.

You want to hear it?

Andrew:
Yeah, go for it.

Monica: "When weve
been there 10,000 years,

"bright, shinning as the sun,

"weve no less days

"to sing gods praise

than when we first begun."

Oh, thats a good one,
angel girl.

I like that a lot.