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(Dove coos)

So what's new
in the education of Gloria?

Oh, well, yesterday I learned
the Dewey decimal system,

calculus and pig Latin,

which, by the way, has nothing
to do with pigs or Latin.

And today I thought I'd solve
a few mysteries of life

and ice hockey.

Ah, what mysteries of life
did you have in mind?

Well, the chicken or the egg,
for example.

Which came first,
the chicken or the egg?

That's a total defiance
of logic.

There can't be a chicken
without an egg

or an egg without a chicken.

I know.

God made them both.

(Chuckles)
There you go.

Mystery solved.

Yes, but life holds
many more mysteries, Gloria.

That's why we're here.

Hospitals are where most humans
enter the world

and where most of them
leave it as well.

Is that what this assignment
is about, life and death?

When it comes right down
to it, Gloria,

every assignment
is about life and death.

His name is Chuck Parker.

-(Door shuts)
-Andrew: Hello, Maureen.

So... what do you have
for me today?

Okay.

Let's see.

An excellent choice.

"To everything
there is a season,

"and a time to every purpose
under heaven..."

"...a time to be born..."

-Hey. How you doing, kid?
-(Door shuts)

Mom said
she would call you later,

and I spoke to Steve,
and he's gonna bring the boys by

after school today.

You look better today.

Need some coffee.
(Chuckles)

If I can find you
one of those brownies,

I'm sneaking you one, okay?

Be right back.

"...and there's a time to die."

-No purse, no coffee.
-(Monitor beeping rapidly)

Woman:
Help!

Help me!

(Grunts)

(Beeping stops)

Nurse:
She's dnr.

Do not resuscitate.

We talked about this.

I know it's what she wanted...

But there's nothing I can do?

You are. You're here.

It sounds awful...

But a part of me is relieved.

Happy, almost.

Maureen.

You ready to go?

Yes.

When that lady died,

those people seemed
both happy and sad.

Why is that?

Well, they were happy that
Maureen has gone to be with god,

but they're sad that she'll
no longer be with them.

I don't think I understand.

Perhaps you need to spend a day
with Andrew in a ride-along.

A ride-along?

Andrew:
I like to think of it

as take your angel to work day.

How was your trip?

It's amazing.

Oh, question. Where is Tess?

Tess has an assignment.

Boy:
Come on.

Hurry up.

Get the light.

Robby, I didn't mean
to spill the milk.

-It was an accident.
-It wasn't your fault, Sarah.

-Okay? Just be quiet.
-(Crying quietly)

I'll be back as soon
as he chills out.

(Dog barking in distance)

(Sniffling, crying)

♪ 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. ♪

Andrew: You know, no two people
are exactly alike.

Well, take yesterday,
for instance.

Max Underwood: He wanted
to rehash every single

little mistake he had ever made
in-in his entire life,

and he was a 100 years old.

And then Eileen Driscoll,
she just wanted someone

to hold her hand while
she watched her last sunset.

(Laughing):
And then... Mr. Ponteer.

Mr. Ponteer wanted
to play parcheesi,

-so that's what we did.
-(Gloria chuckles)

It's wonderful that you care
about them so much.

I wish they were all that easy.

But people really face death the
same way that they faced life,

and for some, that means
a lot of fear, a lot of anger,

and they'll curse god
with their last dying breath

rather than just
accept his mercy.

And for them their... their
final journey is not so good.

But for the ones
who make peace, you know,

to watch their bravery
and their strength, their faith,

it humbles me,
and it in-inspires me, I think,

to be a better angel.

Do you mind
if I write that down?

No. No, I don't mind.

-Morning, Chuck.
-Hey, Dave.

How's the knee?

Better than the other knee.

The farleys still out of town?

Yeah. Uh, their mail's
on hold till Friday.

Okay, thanks. I'll keep an eye
on their house.

See you later.

Have a good one.

(Snoring softly)

(Vehicle approaching)

(Vehicle door slides open)

Hi, Mr. Parker!

Hey, robby.

All right, you're not gonna
get this one. Ready?

I hold the all-time record
for pitching wins. Who am I?

Cy young, 511.

-(Chuck groans)
-Okay,

so did my package come yet?

I didn't see it,
but as soon as it does,

it's coming straight
from my truck to your mailbox.

-Um, no, it's-it's the kind you
got to sign for. -(Door creaks)

Wow. No kidding?
Must be important.

Real important.

Man:
Robby!

Get in here.

Hey, robby!

-Man: Where is she?
-Robby: I don't know!

-(Slap)
-Robby: Ow!

Man:
Where's Sarah?

(Doorbell rings)

Man:
You stay right there.

Uh, registered mail.

I need a signature.

Okay.

Uh, it's for robby.
He has to sign.

Robby's, uh... he's busy.

(Door slams)

What kind of package
would you need to sign for?

-Huh?
-Was that for me?

I asked you a question.

-What is it?
-It's...

It-it's, um,
something I ordered.

Yeah, and now
you're gonna tell me what.

-Right now, robby.
-I-I can't.

-Why not?
-Because it-it's...

It-it's your birthday present.

(Chuckles)
Geez.

(Sputters)
Why didn't you say so, huh?

Man.

All right, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go find Sarah.
She's...

(Sighs)

Hey, why don't we have some
of that Chinese takeout

you like for dinner, huh?
How's that sound?

Sounds good.

All right, all right, yeah.

Um, geez, where's my, uh...

Where's my wallet?

Here it is.

Thanks. I'll see you in a bit.

Yeah.

Tess:
Hello, there.

Who are you?

My name is Tess,

and you're Sarah McGregor.

I'm an angel.

Okay.

What are you doing down here?

(Sighs)

My brother robby says,
once upon a time,

they were gonna
have a war with bombs,

so everybody
was gonna live down here,

but they didn't, so now
it's our secret playhouse.

Secret, yes, but I don't see
too much playing going on.

(Sighs heavily)

(Voice breaking):
I'm here because I was bad.

You have never been bad
a day in your life.

That's not what my daddy says.

See what I made?

It's beautiful, baby.

It's-it's...
It's really beautiful.

(Door opening)

Robby:
It's okay. He went out.

Want to come meet robby?
He's nice.

I'm sure he is, but I-I think

I'll just stay down here
a little while.

Okay.

There's an angel down there.

Right.

Come on.

(Dog barking in distance)

Hello? Grams?

(Keys jingling)

Grams?

Where are you?

Grams.

You know,
there's a new thing out.

It's called knocking.

I'm sorry. I just...

Hi.

Uh, who are you?

Oh, this is Monica.

She's filling in
for Mrs. Miller,

who says she's ill.

I think she's gone to the track.

(Laughs)
Hello.

Hi.

Thanks for being here.

You see? Polite, handsome.

He's a good catch.

Are you, uh, married, Monica?

No, I'm not.

She said no.

I heard her.

Cut it out.

You know, if gentlemen were
supposed to come barging in

to ladies' bedrooms
without knocking,

god would not
have invented doors.

Grams, I'm sorry.

I called out,
and nobody answered.

I th... I thought that...
I was afraid you were...

Oh, please.
I'm not going to die.

I have a date tonight.

With Alex.

Listen, uh...

I got to get back
to work, okay?

I just came to check on you.

And I'm gonna bring home
dinner tonight.

Uh, Monica,
would you like to stay?

Yes, I would like that.
Thank you.

Okay, I'll see you later then.

Grams...

-(Kissing)
-I'll see you later.

Don't forget
the free soap samples.

(Laughs quietly)

He's, uh, very handsome

in that uniform,
don't you think, Monica?

Hmm?

Well, throughout history,
people have feared death,

because
it's the ultimate unknown.

The Germans had a word for it.

They called it tot.

It meant, the total end of life.

"Learn German."

And the ancient Greeks--
they used to believe

that souls traveled down
the river styx

to a place called
the underworld.

And then the Egyptians-- they
buried their dead with food,

in case they got hungry
on their journey.

But that's all wrong.

Yeah, but see,
people can't control death,

so they create these fantasies
about it which they can control.

Gloria:
Hmm.

Wait till they see what
heaven's really like.

Not everybody will, Gloria.

(Clears his throat)

-Thanks.
-(Man speaking on TV)

Uh, so how's grams doing?

Oh, she's on her date with Alex.

...the vice president
who does that. Daniel?

Daniel (on TV):
I'll take steinbeck for $400.

Alex: "It's not
about Ms. Bailey or Ms. Buck.

It's a tale of kino,
the fisherman."

Andrew?

-Um, who are the Pearl fishers?
-Alex: No.

-The Pearl, you idiot!
-Alex: Stephanie?

-What is the black Pearl?
-(Grams grunts)

Alex:
No...

Oh, numbskulls,
numbskulls, dummies.

My dad, uh, had her living

in one of those
assisted-living places,

and, uh, he died five years ago,

and so, I brought grams
to live here with me.

Not everybody
would have done that.

Well, all we have left
is each other.

I hope you like frozen dinners.

What? Nobody likes
frozen dinners. Yuck.

It's not food,
it's flavored ice.

I was gonna learn
how to cook once.

I almost even took lessons,
but I chickened out.

That's right, Mr. Turtle.

Mr. Turtle?

Yeah. Grams says
I'm like a turtle.

I curl up in my shell,
and I'm safe,

but I never get anywhere.

Grams:
Do you know what a turtle

has to do
to get somewhere, Monica?

Stick his neck out.

Smart girl.

You have to take chances
in this life.

Chuck:
I know.

I know.

Grams:
Uh...

I think I will go and lie down

before dinner, okay?

Grams:
Oh, don't forget

to tell me
who won final jeopardy.

(Applause on TV)

Have you finished
your ride-along so soon?

No. I'm still on it.

I think she's.... she's...

Dead.

That's the word he's looking
for, isn't it, Andrew?

Grams, you always did
get right to the point.

(Grams laughs)

Look.

Nothing hurts.

No more... arthritis! Oh!

This is just the beginning,
Mrs. Grams.

You're gonna love heaven.

I mean, it is,
after all... heaven.

(Grams laughs)

Oh, the poor boy,
he looks so sad.

I know. He needs the birthday
present I bought for him.

Uh... but it's too late.

Grams, you know

that with god,
all things are possible.

Now it all makes sense.

I knew she was too nice
to be a human being.

(Grams chuckles)

Monica?

It's in the desk.

Good-bye, grams.

I love you.

Monica:
She knows, Chuck.

She knows.

Gloria, would you like
to make the trip with US?

We're kind of breaking her in.

Oh, well, I must say,
you're doing a great job.

-(Andrew chuckles)
-Oh, thank you.

Thank you so very much.

(Whooshing)

Thank you
for getting Chinese food, daddy.

You bet, kid.

It's great
when everybody's happy, huh?

Yeah... I know, you kids,

you just make me so...
Crazy sometimes.

(Laughter)

I made this for you, daddy.

Thank you, Sarah.

It's...

It's beautiful.

Okay, who's gonna
help me do the dishes?

(Laughs, sniffles)

No big deal.
Nobody got hurt.

(Sniffles)

I'm gonna go sweep it up.

(Door knocker rapping)

(Door squeaks open)

Monica.

Uh, what are you doing here?

If you're not too busy,
may I come in for a moment?

There's, um...
There's something

that your grandmother
wanted you to have.

There.

She bought it
as an early birthday gift.

Mr. Turtle.

I'm gonna miss her so much.

I know.

(Chuck sighs)

I got to go.

I'm gonna be late for work.

Work?

Not yet.
They'll-they'll give you

a leave of absence, Chuck.

You need to take some time
for yourself.

I don't want to be by myself.

I just sit here
thinking about her.

(Sighs) I think about her
drinking her tea and...

Watching the same TV shows
every night,

listening to her nag me
about getting up off my rear

and getting some gumption--
it drove me crazy.

(Clock ticking)

What I wouldn't give for one
more minute of it right now.

(Sighs)

-(Running footsteps)
-Robby: No.

-I got you last.
-No, I...

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

(Whispering): Okay, come on,
let's get you outside.

(Whispering):
But he's asleep.

I know, but he's gonna wake up,

and once he does,
he's gonna be drunk,

and he's gonna be mean,
and he's gonna be...

(Doorbell rings)

Go. Go! I'll be right out.

Hey, Mr. Parker.

I need a signature right there.

Robby:
Uh...

So what's
my trivia question today?

Uh, no trivia today.

Uh, I've been... kind of busy.

Okay.

Thanks.

(Door squeaks open)

Angel?

Angel?

(Sighs)

Where is she?

Trust me,
if there were angels around,

I wouldn't be needing this.

Robby, where'd you get that?

It doesn't matter.

What's important is
that I've got it.

What's it for?

To protect US.

But how do you get
these bullets in?

Ah! Dad.

-What are you doing?
-Nothing.

Where's Sarah?

I-I don't know;
Look in her room.

She's not in there.

(Shouts):
She's not anywhere!

You're hiding her, robby.

I want you to tell me
where she is now!

Someplace you're
never gonna find her.

I'm gonna teach you
a lesson, boy.

You hear me?

Robby, ask yourself
one question:

Is this what you really want?

Because once this is done,
it's done.

What's in that box?

I told you.

Your birthday present.

Let me see it.

Sure.

Happy birthday.

Hey! Hey!

Get back here, robby!

You're only gonna make it worse!

(Car engine rumbles)

-Aah!
-(Tires screech)

Robby!

Somebody call 911.

I didn't see him.
I didn't see him.

I didn't see him.

Sarah: ♪ London bridge
is falling down ♪

(Siren wailing in distance)

♪ Falling down,
falling down ♪

♪ London bridge
is falling down ♪

♪ my fair lady. ♪

(Sirens wailing, getting closer)

You want to play a game?

Sure, baby. What kind of game?

Let's play the little girl
and the angel.

(Chuckles):
I think I can handle that.

Okay. I'll be the angel.

Oh.

Little girl, don't be scared.

Now you say something
a little girl would say.

I'm afraid of my daddy.

That's good.

Thank you.

Your daddy started getting sad
when your mommy got sick,

then after she went
to heaven,

he started drinking
that yucky whiskey,

and that makes him mad.

And... and I'm afraid

to be down here in the dark.

Well, don't be scared.

Robby'll come and get you.

He always does.

Just be patient.

Okay, then.

We have witnesses.

They all say
you weren't speeding

and robby ran right out
in front of your truck.

There was nothing
you could've done.

I should've seen him.

No.

No, this wasn't your fault.

It was an accident.

(Voice breaking):
Oh, my god...

(Gasps)

(Sobs)

Is there somebody
who can take you home?

No.

I can take him home.

Let's go, Chuck.

Mr. McGregor, I'm sorry
for your loss.

I know this is a bad time,

but I have some questions
I need to ask.

Could we talk inside?

(Sighs heavily)

There's no Mrs. McGregor?

(Mr. McGregor sniffs)

She died.

Four years ago.

Cancer.

Sorry.

You have a daughter.

Huh? What's that?

A daughter named Sarah?

Yeah.

What about her?

Well, where is she?

Oh, she, uh...

She had a sleepover
at a friend's.

That's a lie.

Yeah.

What kind of questions
are these, anyway?

Routine follow-up, sir.

Officer:
Have you, uh...

Have you gotten ahold of Sarah

to let her know what happened?

Yeah, um...

In fact, I'm on my way
right now to pick her up.

Um, I think family
should be together

at times like this, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Well, I've taken up enough
of your time.

My condolences.

(Ceramic breaks, clatters)

Well, what's that?

Oh, that.

Um, I don't know.

Well, how did it happen?

Oh, you know.

Kids playing ball,
tell them not to.

It goes in one ear,
out the other.

You got kids?

Officer:
Yeah.

What kind of ball?

Football.

Well, again, my condolences.

I'll see myself out.

(Door opens, closes)

(Tess humming a lullaby melody)

(Humming continues)

(Sighs)

(Phone keypad beeping)

(Line ringing)

(Clears throat)

Female operator:
911.

What is the nature
of your emergency?

Yeah, uh, I want to report
a missing, um...

Uh, never mind.

Um, it's-it's my mistake.

Sarah, where the hell are you?

(Sighs)

(Doorbell rings)

Mr. McGregor.

I don't really know what to say,

but I had to come over.

My grandmother always told me

that in times like these,
you make a casserole.

(Crying)

I am just so sorry.

You killed my son...

And now you think you can come
over here with a casserole,

and that's gonna make it
all right?

No.

I know nothing can make it
all right...

But I wanted to tell you
how I feel.

How you feel?

Who cares how you feel?

I'm gonna tell you something.

If I didn't have
a little girl to raise,

I would kill you, right now,
with my own bare hands,

and spend the rest of my life
in prison, happy I'd done it!

So why don't you just get
out of here

and take your crappy food
with you!

(Door slams)

(Sighs)

(Garage door opener whirring)

(Knocking)

I found some of
your grandmother's old recipes,

and I made you some lunch.

Oh, okay.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

I'm just gonna put the car
in the garage,

and then I'll be in.

Okay.

I'll see you inside.

(Paper rustling in box)

(Garage door closing)

This is totally illogical.

God gives people the instinct
to live, not to die.

Andrew:
Chuck doesn't want to die.

Just, for right now,
living hurts too much.

(Crying quietly)

No.

He can't do this.

Monica:
Gloria?

Monica, look,
we got here just in time.

Monica: This is not
our decision to make.

But he was going
to kill himself.

Gloria, you don't understand.

You didn't just take away
a gun from him.

You took away his free will,

and that didn't come from you
and that didn't come from me.

That comes from god.

Well, of course it does, but...

As much as it pains all of US,
you must give it back.

-But...
-Now, Gloria.

-Mon-- how can you...?
-Now.

There is another way
to handle this.

All right.

(Panting)

You don't want
to do this, Chuck.

M-Monica.

Where'd you...?

How did you do that?

I'm an angel sent by god to help
you through this difficult time.

(Panting)

(Sniffs)

What, what do you want?

We don't have much time, Chuck.

Ti... time doesn't matter.

Nothing matters right now.

I've lost my grandmother,

I killed a little boy.

Now I hurt so bad,
I just want to die.

(Sobbing)

I know that and god knows that.

God loves you so much,
Chuck Parker,

and he will welcome you
into his kingdom one day,

but not today
and not in this way.

Then why did I find this gun?

I mean, it was just
sitting there in the bushes,

waiting for me.

You know where this gun
came from, Chuck.

You delivered it yourself.

Look at it.

No, no, this was...

Wait a minute.

This is what robby
was waiting for?

Why would a kid like robby
need a gun?

To protect himself
and his little sister Sarah.

From what?

Not from what, from whom.

Their father.

Yes.

At first he hit only robby,

but then he starting hitting
Sarah, too,

so robby began hiding Sarah

and taking the beatings
for both of them,

but they grew more vicious
and more frequent

until one day robby decided

the next beating would be
the last one.

He bought the gun illegally

on the Internet.

And he held it
in his hand yesterday,

just like you are
holding it now.

And he had a chance to use it.

Just like you do.

But he didn't because he knew

that no matter how much
pain he suffered,

no matter how hopeless he felt,

that things would
never ever change.

He knew, deep inside his soul,
that it was wrong.

Just like you do.

I... I knew something was
going on, but I didn't...

(Sighs)

I didn't want to get involved.

You didn't want to stick
your neck out.

(Crying)

It's what grams would've done.

Your grandmother wanted you
to get as much out of life

as she had.

And she did it by living
without fear,

and being willing
to make a difference.

That's what she wanted for you,

so that when it came
your time to leave,

you could do so without regret,

and with great joy,
just as she did.

Little Sarah really needs
your help now, Chuck.

What are you going to do?

(Doorbell rings)

Mr. McGregor...

I don't have anything else
to say to you, sir.

I was just bringing by
robby's personal effects.

I thought you might
want to have them.

(Sighs)

(Yells)

Sarah! Sarah!

(Yelling)

Sarah?

Sarah.

Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.

-Ah-ha.
-Oh, no.

-Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
-(Door opens)

I told you robby would come.

I told you.

Mr. McGregor:
Sarah!

Daddy?

Get up here.

Or I'm gonna beat you within
an inch of your life.

You just try it.

Who the hell are you?

I'm someone
who doesn't appreciate

being spoken to
in that tone of voice.

That's Tess.

She's my angel.

Whoever you are,
get out of here!

Me and Sarah, we got
some talking to do.

Talking or beating?

She's my daughter.

I'm gonna do what
I damn well please.

-I don't think so.
-Yeah?

Who's gonna stop me, huh?

Chuck:
I am.

You know what this is?

Yeah, give it to me.

It's my birthday present;
Robby got it for me.

Oh, he got it for you.

You want to see what it is?

Come on.

What is this?

Robby and Sarah were
getting beat up

by a drunken bully
who was bigger than them.

And stronger than them.

Who should've been loving them,
not hurting them.

So robby finally decided
to make it stop.

Are you telling me
my kid wanted to kill me?

Sarah?

You hurt US, daddy.

Y-You hurt US a lot.

That's crazy.

I mean, that's not true.

I mean, you have to be
some kind of monster

to have your own kid
want to kill you.

You need help, Mr. McGregor.

And you're about to get it.

Mr. McGregor, I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

Can somebody stay with the girl
until child services gets here?

I will.

I won't cuff you in front of
your daughter if you come along.

Bye, Sarah, okay?

Bye, daddy.

Where's robby?

He's gone to be
with your mother, honey.

In heaven?

But who's gonna stay with me?

Chuck:
I will stay with you

as long as it takes
to find you a place

to live where you will
never get hurt anymore.

Will robby ever get hurt?

Oh, no, baby.

Never again.

(Car engine starts)

Hey, Sarah.

Hey, look what I have here.

You like turtles?

Ooh, lookie there.

Would you like to have it?

I don't need it anymore.

So?

So, every human being touches
the life of someone else.

Sometimes without
even knowing it.

And before they leave
this world,

they each have a chance to leave
something behind to say,

"I was here, I mattered."

They leave children
or wisdom or love.

Or sometimes a little turtle.

And in a way, it's like
they never really left.

That's good, Gloria.

-That's very, very good.
-(Gloria giggles)

Well...

She learned from the best.

But the lesson's not over yet.

We have one final stop to make.

Isn't she beautiful?

Ooh, pardon me, sir.

He.

So, now that you've learned
about death,

it's time to learn about life.

You have
a beautiful baby boy.

It's amazing.

Somebody leaves
and somebody else arrives.

That's the wonderful thing
about being an angel--

we get to stand at the door.

(Dove coos)