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Oh, dear.

Oh.

Do you remember when there was no television?

I'm trying.

Families used to sit in front of the fire, and they would tell stories, and

would keep warm by the hearth, and now they sit around the television, and they

stare at the tube instead of the flame.

And nobody's any warmer when it's over.

Keep your eyes off that television.

It could cause permanent damage. It's too late.

I just watched America's Funniest Surgeries.

Is this my assignment, Tess? To do something about television?

Television's not an assignment.

Souls are your assignment, and believe it or not, the president of this network

has one. He just forgot where he put it.

So you're going to talk to him a few minutes today.

A few minutes? Is that all I have?

Well, every once in a while we send an angel in there to say hello and to

him to follow his dream.

What is his dream? Well, you don't have to know that. He knows that. And this is

a one -minute assignment for a man who won't listen any longer than that.

There you go.

Thank you.

Come on.

Your ratings last week were lower than the Weather Channel.

You want a raise?

Here's my answer.

His name is C .K. McKenna. Mr. McKenna doesn't like to lose.

He'd do anything to see that his network is number one.

Is that his dream?

No. He just wants to be first now, but there was a time when he wanted to be

best. What could I possibly say? In 60 seconds, we could make a difference.

Sometimes it only takes a minute to change everything.

When you walk down the road,

heavy burden, heavy load, I

will rise and I will walk with you.

I'll walk with you till the sun don't even shine.

Walk with you every time.

I tell you, I'll walk with you.

Walk with you.

Believe me, I'll walk with you.

The dialogue here is all wrong.

Martians don't talk like that.

Cowboy Martians do.

All that show needs is better actors, better writers, a new time spot, and

big hit.

I'm sorry, sir. Mr. McKenna never sees anyone without an appointment.

people who bring their laundry.

But I have here a thousand letters complaining about last week's episode of

explosions, etc.

Okay, just come with me here.

You see last night's show?

Huh? Huh?

The bus explosion was my idea.

Big, better, absolutely shocking. That's the NNT way.

Yeah, get back to me. I'll be here all day gloating.

Hello.

Who are you?

I'm Monica.

Hope I didn't startle you.

No, not really.

Every six months or so, I turn around to find a total stranger sitting across

from my desk.

Nobody sees him come in, no one sees him leave.

They hit me with a platitude like, God loves you, or follow your dream.

And then they leave.

Did you see the show last night?

Explosions, etc.

You like the bus going up?

Kaboom!

Number three in his time period, thank you very much. And with 64 channels,

ain't bad.

You could do better.

Yeah, well, we're up against stripper detectives. That's tough competition.

I don't mean ratings.

You could do better.

Just better.

You want better?

Fine. Pitch me.

What? Pitch me.

Try to sell me a story.

People do it all the time.

The valet at my favorite restaurant pitches me stories every day at lunch.

When I say no, he steals my change.

Go on.

I don't know how to.

Well, I say write about what you know.

What do you know?

I know about angels.

Angels. Well, I got to stop you there.

Let's see.

We talking about domestic angels? Angels in the workplace?

Angel angels.

You know, from heaven.

That God has sent to earth to help people in their hour of need.

How about their half hour of need? That's all we have open.

Well, that's up to you.

Okay. What would a show about angels look like?

I am thankful for this beautiful day.

Oh, yeah, I'm thankful for this beautiful day. Oh, yeah, I'm thankful

this beautiful day. You're sounding great today, Tess.

Sing in the sun up, Monica. Sing in the sun up.

The sun's been up for hours.

Do you want to argue with me or do you want to hear the news? What news?

You've been taken off of search and rescue.

What? Well, I guess you did a pretty good job with that 747.

Because somebody, I do mean somebody, has decided to give you a promotion.

Hallelujah, I'm a caseworker.

Tess, I'm sorry I'm late. I thought if I took a taxi, it would put me in the

mood for this assignment.

But first we get stuck in the Holland Tunnel, then I get caught in the traffic

jam, rush hour. Here, have a pretzel. It'll put you in the mood for your

assignment.

God told us there'd be days like this, too.

Days when humans behave so badly to one another, it's all an angel can do to

keep loving them.

But the good news is, that's all we have to do.

How long you been a case worker, baby?

Two years. Gotta get a couple of centuries under your belt, Miss Wings,

you can develop a perspective on the human race.

I know that man has a good heart.

It's like a diamond hidden in the ashes.

Gonna take some work to find it.

Well, there's a lot of work to be done here.

Work that could change many lives.

Mr. Carpenter, your time is at hand.

It's going to be a long night, but you have got the best angels in the business

working on this.

And I promise you, God has heard your prayers, and we'll have this all cleaned

up real good before you go.

Trubin, press sounds.

Yes. Get that neurologist down here, staff.

Let's go, people. Did you know this was going to happen? Of course not. These

things are never part of the plan. But our work was over. Our assignment was

finished. Nothing is ever over and God is never finished.

Humans see to that.

I can't believe it.

One moment, one little thing, one tiny decision, everything changes. No.

A lot of little things led up to this.

That's the problem. It's like ripples on the water.

People cannot always see the ripples before they cast a stone into the

Okay. Not bad.

What about martial arts angels?

Rejoice.

Yeah!

I don't think so.

You know, I was only going to stay for a minute.

Ah, there she is. Come to eat crow, Irene.

It's not on my diet.

Irene here didn't want to see the bus explode. Thought it would be too mean.

The world is mean, Irene.

He wanted it to be a school bus with the kids being burned alive in the fire.

We could have been number one.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

I'm Monica.

Just another one of those ones who...

Irene is my executive assistant.

And his conscience.

Monica here was just pitching me theories about angels.

Oh. Now I'm listening.

Oh, let's talk about the important stuff.

Do they at least wear sexy clothes?

They wear all sorts of different things, you see, because you don't always know

right away that they are angels.

Ah.

Undercover angels.

Hmm.

Colonel Walsh. Captain Monica, SJA.

Good morning.

Looking for Bud Glazer, FBI.

Come in. In five, four, three... What do I do?

Wing it.

Wedding invitations, tax refunds. And look at this.

Carolyn Sellers may have already won $10 million.

Well, happy mail aside, there is a lot to like about springtime.

Next case, please. Case number 96 -20664CFA.

People versus Malini Karen.

Excuse me? Yeah?

What does CFG mean?

Well, it's the perfect chord progression in a classic rock tune. It's our

private short end for I Love You. Ah.

You can never go wrong saying that.

I'm a Lamaze teacher.

Oh, really?

Oh, that's so funny. I just started looking for a class.

Well, as it so happens, we're starting a new class in the morning. The courses

are free and you don't have to wear shoes.

Prowler, possible burglary.

223 Wall Avenue, third floor.

Are you ready?

Yeah. You do go ahead. I'll catch up with you later.

Oh, come on, Ted. I don't think so.

You've never done this before, have you? You taught everyone else, but you never

did it yourself.

Andrew is where he is supposed to be.

You are where you are supposed to be. He's the camera guy. You're the weather

girl. Is that clear?

Yes. And I don't mean to be contrary. I just want to be where I can do the most

good. Oh, don't kid yourself, Monica.

Predicting the weather is not as easy as it looks.

I am cooking.

What a blessing. What a blessing for everyone.

Hello.

My name is Monica.

I'm looking for you.

I've had lots of experience in search and rescue.

Welcome to Heaven on a Bun.

Hi.

What do you recommend?

These lovely beverages should keep you on track.

Got a good plate there, eh? Yes.

Thank you. You're all right.

Colonel, you're a perfect gentleman.

I'm just doing my duty, ma 'am.

Monica. Monica, Monica.

That's it, Monica.

No wings?

No wings.

Monica, I don't see it.

But thank you for breaking in.

Thank you for your time.

I thought it was great.

Knock, knock.

Trend reports?

Oh, good.

Let's see what's hot and what's not.

Oh, people are eating hamburgers again.

The color blue is making a comeback.

76 % of all Americans say they believe in angels.

The flat TV... Wait, wait, wait.

What did you say about angels?

76 % of the U .S. population believes in angels.

That's more than on cards.

You pitched him? I don't know what happened exactly.

Well, I do.

You yielded to temptation.

You tried to change television instead of the man. And the only way you're

to change this network is to change the heart of the man that runs it.

Hey, come back.

I've got some people I'd like you to meet.

Come on.

Good afternoon, everybody. I'd like to introduce you to Monica.

Monica here has an idea.

It's not an idea, really, but a concept.

More of an area than a concept. Call it a thought.

No.

More than a thought. It's an idea.

Okay. It was an idea after all.

Listen to it and come back with something that works.

Hello. My idea is for a series about angels.

Angels? Great idea.

Now, does it have to be about angels? Angels are out.

Too soft.

Can they be devils? Yeah, devils are edgy. Excuse me, they're angels and they

have to be real angels.

Not edgy enough.

I'll have you know, angels can be very edgy.

Mason.

Just shut up.

Okay, lady.

You are under arrest.

Stop. I won't listen to this. I won't.

If you have done things in your life that you are not proud of, I am sorry.

And if you don't believe that you can walk away from all of that right now,

I am sorrier still.

But for you to twist your guilt and your superstitions and your fables into a

life sentence for that little child, that makes me very angry.

Get out of here, man.

I didn't forget I said anything. No, I'm serious.

Get out of here. Me and her, we're going to negotiate this ourselves.

Look, I think I changed my mind.

Hey, don't worry about it. He's waiting right outside.

I'm going to make sure you get home okay and everything.

Really? Never mind.

Hey, hold on.

I wouldn't waste any energy trying to figure out what just happened.

Because you're going to need all of it to find your way home.

Okay, so what does heaven look like?

Heaven is like every beautiful day you've ever seen.

Every beautiful flower you've ever smelled.

Every kiss you've ever had.

We're going to need a lot of special effects.

How about this?

Heaven is a junkyard.

Or a bowling alley. Heaven is a bowling alley and God is the guy who rents you

your shoes.

Excuse me, you're missing the point here. This is about real angels.

I don't get it. If it's real, then you need, well, real things.

Well, all right then.

Let me tell you about the angel of death.

Okay, that sounds promising.

Good.

Now death is edgy.

Trick or treat.

Great.

Okay, pal, who do you think you are?

I'm dead.

Oh, really?

You gonna give me my candy?

Yeah, yeah.

You'll get your candy. But first, I think you and I need to have a little

Fish, it's time to go home.

Hello, Abraham.

My name's Andrew.

I'm Andrew.

You're the angel of death. You're so young.

Oh, I'm older than you think.

Ah, a young fella comes for me.

Hey, you know something?

You're in collections, too.

Sure. We're both in the junk business.

That's a good one.

Is that how it's going to happen?

I don't know how.

And I don't know when.

But I do know this.

When it happens, I'll be there.

Kate, I don't want to scare you, but I know that if I've been sent here to show

you the way home, there's a reason.

And usually, that reason is death.

Hey, what is this?

What on earth?

I'm an angel, Scott.

To help you.

Man, you lawyers sure think highly of yourself.

I miss my mommy and daddy.

I know you do, honey.

And they really miss you, too.

And someday, you'll all be together again in a new home.

Now, the angel of death needs a cool name.

Oh, he has one. It's Andrew.

Cooler. Trevor.

Buck. Adolfo. And he laughs maniacally when he kills someone.

No, that's not how it goes.

Wait, I've got it.

He's a zombie.

He's not dead, but he's not alive.

Oh,

hello. Hi, you just missed him.

Got a four o 'clock director's meeting, five o 'clock casting meeting, six o

'clock dinner meeting. Then he's back here during paperwork until he falls

asleep. So he won't be back until late?

Nope, which is why I'm leaving early.

Good for you.

I hope you sell your show.

But McKenna's not a man to stick his neck out.

This is not exactly the home of the brave.

We do need shows about real people, but unfortunately, Mr. McKenna doesn't

understand that.

Not anymore.

Why is that?

Well, he stopped being a real person.

He doesn't live a real life.

If his car breaks down, Some guy rushes out to have it towed and another to get

him a rental.

My car breaks down, as it did today.

I have to get my neighbor Helen to give me a ride to work, and who knows how I'm

going to get home.

So he's a wee bit out of touch?

He didn't used to be.

When I first met him, he was a real go -getter. He had a script in one hand and

a dream in the other.

A script?

He was a writer back then, a good one.

But one day he decided that writers didn't have enough power, so he gave it

up. and went after a job that did.

And what was his dream?

Oh, you're not going to believe this. He wanted to... Mr.

McKenna's office.

Well, hi there.

Budgets? Got them right here.

I'll be right down.

He forgot these.

I can drop them off on my way out. I have to finish my story tomorrow.

Can I give you a ride home?

Thanks, but I got it covered. Good night, Monica.

Good night.

What are you doing?

While I was waiting for Mr. McKenna, I was working on some ideas for the angel

show.

Not going very well.

And neither is this assignment.

He's in his office, and he needs you.

Now.

Remember our big episode from last night?

Yeah. Your idea to blow up the bus.

Yeah.

An hour ago, some psycho hijacked a city bus full of people.

And blew it up.

Get legal on this.

There's no proof of the Plecopaths were influenced by our show.

Why are they calling a meeting? I just said... Fine.

I'll tell them the same thing I just told you.

Yeah.

Hello?

I'm not responsible for this. It's a TV show.

They come after the producers of The Wizard of Oz every time there was a

tornado?

So you're being blamed? Of course I'm being blamed. The board of directors

called a meeting for 5 o 'clock.

They want to know what I'm going to do about all this.

Irene, are you in yet?

Great. All hell breaks loose and she takes the morning off.

She mentioned she was having trouble with her car. Maybe she's having a

getting a ride.

Did you know that 76 % of the people believe in angels?

The percentage is actually higher, but most people are too embarrassed to admit

it. Okay.

If we did a show about angels, we could be NNT, the network that cares.

God, I hate that.

But the board might buy it.

Pitch me.

And now ask yourself, would I have the same courage to stand up when it counts?

Well, this is your chance to find out. This is your chance to make a

I want to make a difference.

I should make a profit.

Edward.

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his soul?

Because something tells me I'm just not made to live in this world.

Well, whatever that something is, don't listen to it, Jason. It's a lie.

For the truth is that God put you in this world to make it better.

And you've done that.

And God is so proud of you.

Why didn't you answer these?

You shouldn't have opened them.

Well, somebody had to.

It was obvious you didn't want to read them because you know what's inside.

A little girl is in trouble and she's counting on you.

To do what?

She's waiting for someone to save her life.

I don't want to get involved.

You already are involved. You answered the first letter.

All I told her is what I tell everyone.

That there is no God.

She can't handle that.

Well, she didn't believe you because she's got the true faith of an innocent

child. Luther may spend the rest of his life on death row, but he doesn't have

to be there alone.

And Samuel has the chance to live a long life of his own instead of dying on the

street. But it starts with you.

It starts with truth.

God loves you, Willis.

And he wants to give you this chance to do something with your life before you

lose it.

God loved me. He saved my life.

What do you think he's doing?

Reach out to your son and tell him who you are and be the kind of father you so

desperately wanted to be when you first held Luther in your arms.

God doesn't want you to spend this night working on the painting.

He wants you to spend these last hours finishing the work that matters the

The painting, Richard, is... It's beautiful.

But it's just a painting.

Finish these for those boys.

Give them a scrapbook of your heart.

A remembrance of all the things that their father loved on that earth.

Monica, it's sweet. It's adorable.

It's inspiring.

That's bad.

My advertisers want shows for men who buy carburetors. Do you buy carburetors?

No, I have people do that for me, but don't change the subject.

Angels aren't tough. They're not gritty. They don't have attitude.

Well... I haven't told you about Tess yet.

Don't you dare roll up that window.

Uh -oh.

Trouble now, Dad.

Get out of the car, Nathaniel. You better do what she says.

Hey, lady, wait a minute. You have come to the end of your road, mister. Okay.

She's an angel. I ordered one.

Are you telling me that you're an angel? Yes, Claire, and you're looking at a

very angry angel.

What David needs is his mother, and all of a sudden my instincts were kicking in

and... Wait, wait, wait.

Wait just a minute. Let me see if I understand you correctly.

You want me to go back to the creator of the universe, the Alpha, the Omega, the

Great I Am, and explain that the words of the Almighty were disobeyed because

Monica's instincts kicked in?

When was the last time you said no to your little girl?

What? I don't understand.

No.

No, you cannot have that toy.

No, you cannot watch television as long as you want to.

No, you cannot stay out as late as you want to.

No, I will not tolerate your drug habit. No, no. You stole my car.

You stole it and then you killed it.

Will you look at this angel of death and kill my car?

That car was spotless.

And it will be again, too. I promise.

I promise.

I wish you hadn't brought that boy in here.

He was not in the plan.

No, sir.

Well, maybe the plan should change.

Well, who do you think you are, Miss Wings?

The last time I looked, I didn't see any bumper stickers that said smile because

Monica loves you.

Well, Mr.

Lightfingers, you go over there and tell those kids they're not getting to

Nashville. Look here, woman.

If I thought that I could get them kids to Nashville without ending up in jail,

I'd do it. A righteous man would do it anyway.

What did I do wrong?

You took the easy way out.

Just like everybody takes the easy way out. You found a reason not to get

involved. He doesn't need me. Wrong.

He doesn't want to need you or anybody else.

His self -esteem may be shot, but he's still got his pride.

And what am I supposed to do about that? Don't you raise your voice to me, Miss

Wings. You got a little pride thing going on yourself.

Good morning.

Is this the table for the plaintiff?

Yes. But lawyers only. Secretaries sit in a row behind.

Secretaries, huh?

That's good.

That's real good.

You can call me Officer Tess.

This is a lovely place you have here.

Well, you people really enjoy being smug, don't you?

Which you people do you mean, Mr. Wise?

Oh, excuse me. The cockroaches and I didn't...

Get a lot of sleep. Last night, we had a baby crying next to her.

It's in me to death.

Uh -huh. Well, you better leave that thing alone, because it's a very

instrument.

And if you go beyond 100 feet out of this building, or if you tamper with it

any way, it will send an electrical signal straight to the police

where you are being monitored by yours truly.

Any questions?

Yeah. How do I take a bath in this thing?

If I was you, I wouldn't.

What, am I supposed to start after that?

You're allowed to shop between noon and one o 'clock, not one minute longer.

Any other questions?

Good.

Okay, it's got possibility.

But I'm feeling more miniseries.

Or maybe a Saturday morning cartoon.

With wings.

That man is impossible.

His heart, his mind, his soul are closed like... What's the matter, Andrew?

There's something that he needs to know.

Irene's not even answering her pages.

She's gotten complacent.

She's been with me so long, she thinks she can get away with anything.

Mr. McKenna, I know why Irene...

I haven't been at work today.

Don't tell me she got a better offer.

I pay her big money.

Her car was in the shop yesterday.

And when she left to go home last night, she took the bus.

Yeah, so?

She was on the bus.

No.

She's dead.

I can't believe she's gone.

What was she doing on that bus anyway? I would have given her a ride home.

I really would have.

We were friends.

I think.

God.

What am I going to do without her?

We just heard about Irene.

It's terrible.

And a hell of a PR problem, too.

I was with her all night.

And then she knew that there wasn't a lot of time, and she was in a lot of

But she never complained.

This morning, she left with a smile.

No regrets.

Well, one.

McKenna.

There was something that she wanted him to have.

Irene believes in God, you know.

Angels.

Do you think... I mean, you're the expert, right?

Do you think there were angels there when she... There were angels with her

she was born, as she lived, when she died.

There are even angels with her now.

How does it work?

The angel thing.

Do they have different jobs?

Different responsibilities?

There are as many different angels as there are different people who need

So you're just going to walk off the case without permission, huh?

Yes.

All right.

Fine. Baby, this is somebody else's department.

Is this a crisis?

It is now.

Monica, is it?

Yeah. I'm Al. Crisis intervention.

How are you, Ted?

Hello, Al.

You're an angel? I like to think of myself as an angel's angel, yeah.

She does, too.

I'm with Internal Affairs. I work solo, angel to angel, exclusively.

Don't do people. They're too human.

I'm confused.

Of course you are. That's why I'm here. We need to have a little powwow.

So this is where you met her?

Mm -hmm.

I think she was standing right over there.

Like that.

Hi, Clara.

Hello, Malika.

Monica.

Nice work.

Thank you.

Katie felt no pain, Adam.

At that moment, she saw only beauty.

And she has seen only beauty ever since.

Your name is Dottie?

You surprised?

What department are you with?

Etiquette.

I'm here to help you improve your manners. And just what's wrong with my

manners? I got a list in here somewhere.

But for starters, you're supposed to be a heavenly being, not a holy terrorist.

I feel I've known you.

Well, it's not completely out of the question.

You have met another angel recently.

Are there any more behind you?

Are they passing out numbers out there in the hallway?

No, sir, I'm the second and last angel you'll see this Christmas.

You wouldn't listen to Andrew.

Maybe you'll listen to me.

You're an angel.

Straight from God.

What does he want from me?

What do you want from him?

God doesn't want to take.

He wants to give.

But he can't give you anything if you're not willing to trust him.

My name is Phil. I'm an angel.

Really? Yes. Well, Fred, why don't you do me a favor? No, Kevin, my name is

Phil. Why don't you head back to heaven or wherever it is you come from and tell

your boss that I don't care what he's got to say because he's not fair.

Yeah, okay. Now, just let me help you out right there. See, God is fair.

Oh, really? Yes. Then where's my money? Life.

However, often is not. Now, God does not promise life without bad time.

But God does promise that if you want to work your way through it, you can.

God created an angel with a disability to help people understand

that they shouldn't never give up.

People, and sometimes even angels.

Look at me and see only what I don't have.

But when I don't have a body, I have a spirit.

I have truth.

There is power in truth.

You have the same power.

Ask God to help you find the truth and who you are.

I'll give you this, Monica.

You're a nice lady with a big imagination.

Don't you believe in God, Mr. McKenna?

God? No.

God requires faith, and faith means risk. I don't take risks.

Faith always seems like a risk at first.

What you want to believe always requires a leap across a great impossible

chatham. So you stand at the edge, afraid to jump for fear that the other

is out of reach.

Or worse still, that there is no other side at all.

But that's what a leap of faith is, Mr. McKenna.

You can't cross over to solid ground until you believe it is there.

I need to go.

Well, I haven't finished my pitch yet. There's one part I haven't mentioned.

It's the best part, really. At least it is for me.

It's called the revelation scene.

I am an angel.

A messenger from God.

And I have been sent here to help you see the truth.

What? Am I hallucinating?

No.

God is not a hallucination.

He's very real.

He wants to help you.

Yes, there's pain and sadness here.

But there are also dreams.

Dreams that you're afraid to dream.

Lives that you're afraid to hope for.

Prayers that you're afraid to pray.

And it all seems too late, but it's not.

I am an angel.

And God sent me to be with you and Jean on this very difficult, very long

journey.

Jean's journey is over now and she's at peace.

He spent many hours.

Talking about God and his love for her and for you.

God loves you very much, Edward.

Before she died, Jean wanted you to know that she cared about you very much.

That you had a chance to make a difference in her life.

And you took that.

I loved her.

I know.

And I know that your heart is broken.

But God will mend it if you trust him with it now. Well, you almost had me

there. But this revelation thing is a little over the top.

Well, some people think that God is over the top.

How can there seriously be an intelligent creator of the universe?

A loving, forgiving father?

An almighty God who knows your name?

There can't be.

Oh, yes.

He can.

He is.

There is a God.

And he made me.

I am an angel.

Come on, Monica.

Cut the special effects.

It's true.

Look at me.

Because he loves you.

Because he knows you.

He remembered who you were before you sat behind that desk.

And he has a message for you before you go into the meeting.

God?

And a marriage for me?

Yes.

Take the risk.

What risk?

You know.

The dream you traded for success.

It was such a worthy dream, Terrence.

The dream to become a writer.

But you were afraid to pursue the dream and you followed money instead.

There's only one script.

It was pretty good, though.

It was about a family.

Nothing exciting.

Just good people.

Trying to live right.

But?

They wanted bounty hunters, teen cops, detectives in bikinis.

And what happened to those shows?

They're all canon.

God liked your script.

Well, it doesn't matter.

I threw that script away a long time ago.

You threw it away, but it didn't get thrown out.

What?

Irene found it.

She read it.

She believed in it.

She filed it under H for hit.

The home of the brave.

Irene believed in you.

God believes in you.

Now you must make the board believe in you too.

The ground is solid on the other side, Terrence.

Good afternoon.

By now, you should all be aware of the tragedy that occurred yesterday, which

parallels the storyline from the Explosions Etc. program.

Today, I'm here to tell you all what NNT is going to do about it.

We're going to cancel the show. That's ridiculous.

It's a top -rated show on the network.

Do you let your children watch it?

Anybody.

Would anybody let their children watch this show?

Then why is it okay for us to let other people's children watch it?

Starting now, this network is going to be the place where families can plop

themselves down on their sofas after dinner and watch all night long without

ever thinking about changing a channel.

Maybe you think I've lost my mind.

Maybe I have.

But if we do the right thing first, the ratings will follow.

I believe that.

I do.

I have here a script which is going to replace Explosions, etc.

I am going to read it to you.

And if you don't like it, you can find somebody else to run your network.

Fade in.

Exterior watering hole, Pitfield, Arkansas.

It's a beautiful, lazy summer day.

The kind that never seems to end, but still somehow never seems quite long

enough.

Angle on a skinny 12 -year -old boy. It's a good script, you know. I read it

myself. I don't know.

Kind of like your idea for that angel show.

No, that'd never work.