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Which way should you turn the steering wheel in a skid?

I'm an angel. I don't skid. Next question.

I don't think they'll accept that answer in the test.

Do you think God would allow an angel to fail a driver's test?

Don't know.

I didn't think angels had to take driving tests.

Neither did I. But the Father says, Render unto Caesar the things that are

Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's.

And apparently Caesar thinks everybody should have a driver's license.

Next question.

Next.

Good afternoon.

Take this over there. No talking, no cheating, and no coaching.

I'll be waiting for you over there in one of those lovely plastic chairs.

All right, baby.

Next.

Next! Didn't I tell you third time was a charm?

Yeah, right after you told me if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

So, where's my license?

That was the easy part.

Now you have to pass the road test.

Yeah. Congratulations.

Shall we celebrate?

Well, soon, baby, but I've still got to pass the road test, and then we've got

to get our new assignment, so you should stay here for further instructions.

It shouldn't be too long.

Look, I don't care where the part of things shipped from. I want my car here

4 o 'clock like you promised.

No, no, no. Will you listen to me, Sparky? No. If my car isn't here on

I'm going to make your life a living.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I bet you a place like this can make you pretty frustrated, huh?

You don't know the half of it. You want to know what I do sometimes for a little

piece? No, and I don't really care.

Why don't you just mind your own business, huh?

It took an eternity.

Hello,

sunshine.

When you walk down the road,

every bird...

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 Believe me, I'll walk with

you

I looked and I listened.

What are you, in the third grade?

Okay.

Make a left at the next corner.

Uh -uh. Why?

Your signal should be turned on 100 feet before the turn.

You didn't give me 100 feet.

Well, learn to anticipate.

I anticipate.

I anticipate this is going to end badly.

Come on, step on it.

The speed limit is 25.

You know I don't care? I don't have all day.

I don't suppose you can parallel park.

I parallel park just fine.

Oh, yeah?

All right, go for it.

Right there.

You're kidding me, right?

Yeah. Ain't I a pimp, huh?

What, you want me to find you a smaller space?

Stop. Where are you going?

I gotta make a call. I'll be right back. You just keep doing what you do. How

about your car?

What did I tell you about minding your own business, huh?

Never mind.

Quick. Hang a U -turn.

Is that legal?

Well, it is now.

Well, go!

Wait right here. I'll be back in a minute. I know this is not a part of the

test. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, okay?

Father Wilbur and Kurt for allowing us to honor Harry in the way he'd like to

remembered, the way we all remember him.

Harry Applegate liked to run his life the way he ran his train, on time and

a lot of whistles.

Harry was fearless when he got something into his head.

I remember one winter when he was still an engineer on the Bismarck Express.

We had a snowstorm long around Des Moines.

Harry wasn't going to let a few feet of snow on the track slow him down for a

minute.

You're not supposed to park here, you know. And you're not supposed to sneak

on an angel. And it doesn't look like I'm the one doing the sneaking.

How's your driving, Tesco?

It's still going.

What are you doing here?

Well, I had a case about a week ago, and I got sent back for some follow -up.

What kind of follow -up? Isn't your assignment dead?

Yeah.

Usually my work ends before the funeral, but sometimes the people left behind

just need a little extra attention.

Well, anyway, it's good to see you, baby.

Where's Monica?

She's back at the DMV waiting for me to finish my test, although things have

taken something of a turn.

And if God put us two angels out here, There must be something really

interesting going on up in there.

Is that your cruiser, baby?

Yeah, it is. Does it have a spare tire?

Why?

I know Harry's pulling in to the last stop at the end of the line about now.

He's finished his run and he's settling in for the big overnighter.

All part!

You're good to go, Harry.

Hit it.

What?

Hit it!

We

gotta

close up.

Does it usually take this long? Well, you never know with Doris.

I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to wait outside.

Father, I know I'm supposed to help connect the dots on this assignment.

And I know what you want me to tell Tess.

But I only have one question.

Could you please tell me where I can find the next dot?

Come on, get on the highway.

Who's in the urn?

My Harry.

Oh, no wonder you behave this way.

Trying to focus on your job at this difficult time.

What you really need is a friend to lean on.

You just go ahead and let it go. Tess is here.

Harry died three days ago.

It was a heart attack.

I mean, from stress, I'm sure.

Oh, Tess.

You never met his family. They were horrible, horrible, hateful people.

They never cared about Harry.

Well, they seemed to care a lot when you were taking him away from his funeral.

No, they never liked me very much.

Some people see other people's happiness as a threat instead of a blessing.

You got that right.

There was just one thing wrong with our relationship.

Oh, what was that, baby?

His wife.

His what?

Are you listening to me? Yes, ma 'am. Why didn't you shoot her?

Because I'm not in the habit of wearing a gun at a funeral.

There's one right in there. I know that, but I'm not very comfortable wearing it

here. By the way, don't you think that shooting somebody is just a little

extreme? That woman stole Harry.

Stole him.

As in, didn't belong to her. Are you with me?

Yes, I think the picture's getting very clear.

Then move it.

Let's catch her and get him back.

How many times are you going to steal that man away from his family?

You don't understand, Tess.

Harry wanted it this way.

To be hijacked from his own funeral?

Stella was going to put him in her family mausoleum. Harry hated that

The last thing Harry wanted was to spend eternity in a concrete box with

those... Those snobs.

Are you familiar with the phrase, what God has joined together, neither

man nor woman shall put asunder?

Please, don't give me that holier -than -thou stuff.

I just don't feel like being lectured to for the next 14 hours, okay?

14 hours?

Mm -hmm.

Harry went to his ashes spread over the ocean at Pismo Beach.

And you expect me to drive you all the way there and back?

You said you were going to be my friend.

I am trying to be your friend.

Well, if you're going to be my friend, then find us some dinner.

I'm starving.

Look, Stella, even with a description of the car, this is a big state.

Do you have any idea who this woman is or where she's going?

She was Harry's mistress, okay?

Almost.

A relief to finally say it out loud.

I mean, no one would ever say a word.

Even when he died, no one would say anything.

But I'm not stupid.

I used to unpack his overnight case, for heaven's sake.

It's not a dime store perfume of hers even before he opened the bag.

Fifteen years of that stench.

Fifteen years?

And you never said anything?

It was just a fling. For 15 years?

I knew Harry loved me.

Why even dignify it with a response?

I wasn't about to give the gossips in town something like that to feed on.

I would have had a field day with me.

How did you ever get yourself in this kind of situation, baby?

It was destiny.

It's the only way I can explain it.

I was just meant to rescue Harry from that horrible woman.

You know, as sure as I'm sitting here, his heart attack was all her fault. She

was perfectly fine when he left me.

Oh, oh, oh, heaven on a bun. Pull over.

Number 14. The lady's room.

What are you doing in that outfit?

I have information for you.

Doris is your assignment, Tess.

You think I haven't figured that out?

Well, did you know the ashes she has don't belong to her?

I know that, too.

But do you know she wants to take them all the way to Pismo Beach?

Pismo Beach?

You might want to mention that to another customer that I imagine is not

behind.

Connect the dots.

Two trains running on the same track. You've got to control the signal so they

don't run into each other.

Number 17.

Fifteen years.

Harry was a free spirit.

That's why I married him.

I grew up back in a very strict household.

Made lots of money and lots of rules about...

acceptable society behavior.

Harry's life was so rebellious and independent and free.

He rode the rails. He lived out west in Reno.

Remember the old western movie serials where the hero rode in and saved the

tied to the railroad tracks just in time?

Well, that's how I thought of Harry.

So you thought of Harry as a hero?

I thought of Harry as a lot of things over the years.

I loved him.

Hated him. Sometimes wanted to kill him.

But at the end of the day, I really did love him.

And he really loved me.

And he really loved me.

You want some ketchup on this?

Not too much.

Did you love him enough to let him go?

Yeah.

Boy, you must really think I'm a terrible person. Oh, hold that.

I'm not here to judge you, Doris.

I didn't know what to do. He told me he'd leave his wife as soon as the time

right. But the time never was right.

And you stayed anyway.

I really couldn't help myself.

Remember the first time I saw him.

Standing there at the Santa Barbara train station.

All sad -like.

In his little engineer suit.

I just couldn't resist going up to him and trying to cheer him up.

I said to him, Pardon me, boy.

Is that the Chattanooga choo -choo?

He laughed.

so hard that I thought he was going to toss his cookies right then and there.

You know, Tessa had nothing in my life before I met Harry, nothing I could

really count on.

I was finally having fun, and that's what we were about, fun.

I didn't demand anything from him like Stella.

Well, it sounds to me like Harry used you as an excuse to keep from working on

his life.

That is not true at all.

Welcome to Heaven on a Bungee. Hi.

What do you recommend?

These lovely beverages should keep you on track.

Would you like fries with that assignment?

Pismo Beach.

What about Pismo Beach?

That's where she used to live before she moved to Reno to ruin my life.

Have a nice trip.

Thank you.

Pididdle! I win.

That was not a burned -out headlight. That was a motorcycle.

No, it wasn't.

I don't like this game. Let's do something else.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take... I can't do this.

Why not?

Harry didn't like me to sing.

Wow, that's really some man you were hanging on to.

Look, this is Harry's old wallet.

I bought him a new one after this one went through the permanent press cycle.

I made him give me his license after he got the replacement.

This is him.

This is the only picture I've got.

I'm going to use the restroom.

No, not that one, not that one. That one, that one. Yeah, yeah.

What's going on, Angel Girl?

The word is, it's imperative that these two women do not meet yet.

In their emotional states, anything could happen.

Wow, do you have a twin sister?

I'd ask my mother again if I were you.

Come on, let's go test before that bloodhound sniffs us out.

Keep in touch, angel girl, if you know what I mean.

Carbonated beverages, why can't I just say no?

It's gone.

What's gone?

Harry's wallet.

You know, I left it in the bathroom at the gas station. We've got to go back.

Baby,

I don't think we ought to go. Don't think. Just go. I've got to have that

picture of Harry.

They're not too far ahead of you. Is there something you could do to stall?

Maybe the car could break down.

Yeah.

Because you're a terrible mechanic.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Jumping right out.

Look, I have an emergency out here.

So do I, Father.

Open the door!

I said I'll be right out. I'm just looking for something. I think I left in

there. Do you see a wallet laying around?

Maybe on the sink.

Oh, um...

Oh, yes.

Yes, it's here.

Let's see. Are you... It's you, isn't it?

Never mind.

Get back here.

Come on, let's get out of here.

What in the world are you doing?

You didn't hear that clanking sound.

I can't believe it's gone.

I can't see him. I don't remember what he looked like.

Well, that picture didn't look like anybody.

And you were seeing memories when you looked at it.

And you've still got those memories.

Life's funny, huh?

Sometimes.

I mean, not funny, ha -ha, funny, funny, weird.

Like Harry and I.

And destiny brought us together and destiny kept us apart.

What's that about?

That's about you using the word destiny to keep from being responsible for your

own actions.

A good relationship's supposed to add to your life, not take away from it.

And it should feel like a beautiful gift.

Not stolen property.

Stella?

You okay?

I don't know.

It wasn't really real until this afternoon.

I met her.

I've even spoken to her.

I can't ever think of myself again that she

was just my imagination.

I mean, Harry was never really loved until he was loved by me, ever.

Oh, he was loved by someone, Doris.

Whether you want to admit it or not, his wife loved him.

And I think believing that she didn't made it easier for you to keep seeing

And somebody else loved him, too.

What? God loved Harry more and better than anybody.

You thirsty?

You bought the cheapest things.

Never anything nice.

He'd park three blocks away to avoid putting a quarter in a parking meter.

I thought you loved him.

I did.

It's funny how the things you love about someone can become the things you hate

about them.

Harry was everything my family wasn't.

And I loved that.

My mother always said he'd never be anything more than an engineer.

She warned me he'd run off with some cheap floozy sooner or later.

But I believed in Harry.

And he became one of the top executives of the rail line.

So you were right.

Yeah.

So was my mother.

I couldn't say anything.

In my family, it's...

It's better to be miserable than to be wrong.

You know, we get truckers here in between delivery and men and women in

relationships, but this is the first customer I've had who's in between the

and the hereafter.

Make sure you keep the lid on.

Oh, believe me, honey.

Nobody else is getting a piece of Harry.

You know, I actually sang in a place just like this, but it was a long time

before I knew Harry.

Before he put your dreams on hold.

Singing wasn't as important to me as Harry.

Mm -mm, baby.

I saw the look on your face when we were singing in the car, and for a minute it

felt good, didn't it? It did.

I didn't realize how much I missed it.

Feels good being the woman that you're supposed to be.

The woman God made you to be.

Doesn't it?

Kind of a strange bird, isn't she?

But hey, to each his own.

Like a friend of mine used to say, the best houses have a front door and a back

door, but it's what's in between that's important.

Seems like she's got a real good heart.

She does.

What's wrong?

I need Harry.

There could be a love like yours and mine.

I never dreamed that I would see the day that I

would find a love that feels so right.

But here we are tonight.

Now the only thing we really need.

A lady outside asked me to give you this.

And we loved your song. And dinner's on the house.

It was great to see you back up there finding that special part of you again.

Didn't that feel better? It felt great. That's because that's who you really

are. Not a stealer.

You mean... It's like the lyrics of that song.

Only you weren't borrowing time. You were stealing it.

I don't really want to hear this now.

Well, when are you going to listen?

When are you going to stop romanticizing your life and rationalizing your

mistakes and face the truth?

It's not pretty, but it's right.

And it's the only way you're going to be able to pick up and go on. You don't

understand.

Wait, you can't leave now.

You hush up.

Harry doesn't belong to you any more than my car belongs to that thief.

I'll call the cops.

Oh, my goodness.

Please, Father, help Tess understand I couldn't let them drive away.

They better not mess with my car.

Now, we finish it.

Stay away from me.

Give me Harry.

No, I will shoot you.

Stella?

Stella, give me the gun.

I'm not going to let you take my Harry.

He is not your Harry. That's right, he's my Harry.

Stella.

Put the gun down.

You're just going to stand there and let her do this to me?

You said you loved him enough to let him go in life. Love him enough to let him

go in death.

Death?

This is all I have left. No.

You have your whole life left, Doris.

And a chance to live it the way God intended.

And it's about time that someone around here started to do the right thing.

Harry. Harry, I tried. I really tried.

I really loved him.

So did I.

Not like I did.

No.

My way.

Yeah.

Cheap and dirty.

What did you say?

You heard what I said.

Cheap and dirty.

He's just like Harry always said.

When you have a beautiful front door, a back door is just a hole in the wall.

You are wrong, Stella.

Don't let them kill each other until I get back.

But that is not what Harry said. What Harry said was that the front door is

for show, but everybody really uses the back door. That's what Harry said.

And used is definitely the operative word there, lady.

You got used.

And you're so pathetic, you didn't even know it.

Ladies. He didn't love you. He pitied you. He used you. Stop it, please. You

drove him crazy. Crazy? Oh, you are crazy. You let go of that or you're

lose a finger. Well, what do I care? I've already lost everything to you.

Ladies, please, please.

Thanks to me?

Are you kidding? A Saturday night with you would kill anybody. What do you mean

Saturday night? He never spent Saturday night with me. He was with you and you

know it. Are you out of your mind? He spent every Friday and Saturday with you

and... Oh, dear Lord.

Oh, my God.

Harry. So tell me something.

Now, if Harry wasn't with you, Stella, on Saturday nights... He wasn't with me

on Saturday nights.

Where was he? He was here.

Tell him what he really said about the doors, baby.

Harry always used to say...

The best houses have a front door and a back door, but it's what's in between

that's important.

You knew Harry?

Harry was fooling around with a waitress?

No, he was a regular here. He came every Saturday night and he ordered a corned

beef and cabbage.

Harry hated corned beef.

No, just yours.

You're Doris, right?

and you must be Stella, right?

Yes.

Well, anyway, you know how it is. After you see the same customers for 15 years

every Saturday night, you get to know them.

He came here every Saturday night?

Yeah, he'd come in, and he'd eat a little dinner, and he'd talk for a few

and then he'd say goodnight.

What would he talk about, baby?

Everything, and everybody.

He was a really nice guy. He was very confused.

He always looked so sad when he'd get in his car to leave. It's like he didn't

know which way to turn when he was driving out of the parking lot.

He was ashamed for hurting both of you, but he was afraid to let either of you

go.

Did he ever tell you which one of us, I mean, if he had a choice?

He had a choice, Doris.

His choice was to do the right thing, and he never could do it.

Harry liked corned beef and cabbage.

Must have been on special.

Well, he was always a little cheap.

You know, in a certain way, this was Harry's final wish.

How do you know?

I was there.

I'm an angel.

Andrew?

An angel?

Oh, my God.

This is it. I knew it.

He's going to punish me right here. He's going to shoot flaming arrows at me and

zap me. He's going to burn me to a crisp.

Oh, my God. My God.

Doris. Hush. Harry never went to church.

Why would he get an angel? No one dies without God's knowledge.

Or without getting the chance to know God.

And Harry almost missed his chance.

He waited.

Until his very last moment.

You're the angel of death.

I've been riding in a car with the angel of death.

What are you doing here?

Well, obviously, somebody's going to H .E. Double Hockey Sticks for what she's

done.

Nobody's going anyplace right now. Go ahead, angel boy.

I'm not here to judge you.

Or Harry.

He was a very troubled man.

But in the end, he took responsibility for what he did.

And he asked God to forgive him.

And he also asked God to help him fix what he couldn't.

He asked God to reconcile his life with those that he loved.

And that's why there are angels here now.

Angels?

Like with an S?

More than one? Right here, baby.

Oh, my God.

They're everywhere.

How could two intelligent women let this go on for 15 years?

You sound like it was a choice.

It was a choice, Stella. You knew your husband was having an affair, and you

chose.

You chose not to talk about it, not to fight for him.

Now, I'm not suggesting that Harry was right because he wasn't.

He was very wrong.

But you had the right, the power to fight for him, to fight for your

And you didn't.

Why?

Because.

Because.

Because you were afraid that you would lose.

Yes.

Stella, you would be amazed at how much God loves to put back together

again that which is impossibly broken.

He wanted to help.

Now it's too late.

For your marriage, yes, it is.

But not your heart.

He can put that back together again, too.

Right now.

If you let him.

Doris, how could you allow this to happen in the first place? You knew he

married.

I told you I fell in love with him.

That's not love.

Real love, God's kind of love, doesn't let you fall. It lifts you up.

And it lifts up your loved ones.

Love doesn't lie and cheat and steal.

It doesn't despair and is never hopeless.

But that's the way you felt, isn't it?

God must have given up on me by now.

Absolutely not, Doris Bernstein.

God made you.

You're his child.

And all he ever wanted for you was the best that he could give, not that the

world could give.

He wants you to sit down and eat with him at his table, not steal crumbs from

the leftovers.

Can I say something?

Sure. Um, well, I know this sounds kind of crazy, but Harry always said it's too

bad things are so messed up because...

He thought you two ladies would have actually liked each other.

I mean, under different circumstances, of course.

I could never be her friend.

But God couldn't expect that.

God's not asking that of you, Stella.

But I'll tell you something.

No healing can ever begin until first some forgiveness takes place.

Forgiveness starts, by the way.

With sincere repentance.

That means you... I know what it means.

I'm sorry, Stella.

No. I only wanted to love him. I never wanted to hurt you.

Even though deep down inside, I knew how much pain I was causing you.

I just didn't want to think about it.

Can you forgive me, Stella?

Please, will you try?

I always knew that there were things I could have done,

should have done for myself, for our marriage.

But hating you is easier.

Oh, goodbye, baby.

Farewell, my love.

I hope you found what you're looking for, Harry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He was my friend.

I'm so glad he had one.

will surely be, and we can only

try.

It's okay. She knows.

It's about time you showed yourself, Miss Wings.

I'm sorry, Tess.

It's just that everything started happening so quickly. I didn't have

Where's my car?

It's right outside.

Come here.

You too, angel boy. Come here.

If I've got to carry this thing around, I want them to see my best side.