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Monica:

They dont really

be

lieve in US, of course.

Monica:

They dont really

be

lieve in US, of course.

Most of them dont, anyway.

They draw pictures

of

US with halos,

they draw pictures

of

US with halos,

way up high in the sky,

sitting on puffy white clouds,

playing our harps

in

a perpetual state

playing our harps

in

a perpetual state

of joy and contentment.

I even saw an advertisement

with angels wearing nothing

bu

t wings

and ladies underwear,

looking free as you please.

But its not like that at all.

Its terribly demanding work.

It is.

Did he mention that?

Woman:
No.

Monica:
Well, it is.

Quite demanding.

Rewarding, of course.

Very rewarding when a soul

connects with its creator and...

And you know youve had
something to do with it.

But its a whole new millennium.

Times are changing, you know.

Woman:
I wouldnt know.

Thats right.

I forgot.
You were only born yesterday.

Monica:

God is creating

so

mething at this very moment.

Hello.

My name is Monica.

Whats your name?

I dont know.

I want to go back.

Back home?

So do I.

All the time.

But you stay here.

Yes.

Why?

Because he asked me to.

Because im an angel.

Because...
Because he loves them.

(Wings fluttering)

(Dove coos)

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

Monica: They get up every day
and start all over again.

They go to work,
they raise their children,

they laugh and cry
and sleep and dream,

and most of them
never, ever imagine

that were right here with them.

Look.

Human beings are awfully fuzzy,
arent they?

How many fingers
am I holding up?

Monica:

Yo

u know, while were here,

we should get you

so

mething else to wear,

because we usually
like to reserve

the formal angel attire

for really special occasions
such as...

Oh, here we go.

Lets see.

Five.

Hmm.

Maybe not.

Four and a half.

Hmm.

-Two.
-Yes.

(Giggles)

-(Monica laughs)
-Im sorry.

That box
is for donations only; The...

The glasses arent...

...uh, arent for sale.

Oh, dear.

Well, maybe you could
make an exception?

Oh, well, ID like to--
I-I really would-- but...

Its just that its her first
day of work

and she really wants
to make a good impression.

Man:
So the two of you work together?

Uh, yeah, um, sort of.

What do you do?

Were angels.

Yeah.

Its a long story.

Well, I... I wish
I could hear it.

Well, I wish I could
tell it to you.

But you have to get to work.

-Right.
-Right.

Well, ill tell you what.

Uh, I cant sell you
the glasses,

but I can give them to you.

Well, thats what they
were donated for, right?

To give to someone in need.

Yes.

Thank you very much, Mr., uh...

Uh, Mike. Mike rice.

Im Monica, and this is...

We dont know my name yet.

Its a long story, right?

Right.

Well, uh, Monica, is there
anything else I can do for you?

Well, actually, um...

...could I interest you
in a trade?

Monica:
Thank you, Mike.

Youve been very kind.

Mike:
Ah, its my pleasure.

Happy to help.

Um...

Listen, Monica, I-I dont mean

to sound forward or anything,

but, um, if you ever feel
like having dinner or...

Lunch or something, I...

Thank you, but I cant.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I-I figured.

Youre, uh,
already attached, huh?

Yes, something like that.

But if I werent,

I think I would really like
to have had dinner with you.

Good-bye.

Bye.

(Both chuckle softly)

Water...

Filtered under pressure
through the grounds

of Nicaraguan coffee beans.

Yeah, but how does it taste?

It tastes like water
filtered under pressure

through the grounds
of Nicaraguan coffee beans?

Do you like it?

Well, coffees grown
on the eastern slopes

of south American
mountain ranges do tend to be

less acidic than those
cultivated in more arid regions.

How do you know that?

When I was changing my clothes

and you went to go
find me a jacket.

Yes?

I read
the encyclopedia britannica.

(Robotic barking)

(Whirring)

(Robotic barking, whirring)

(Barking slows, stops)

I can fix that.

You can?

Yes, its a relatively
simple procedure.

Okay, but we cant talk.

My mom says I cant
talk to strangers.

Thats a very good policy.

Where is your mommy?

Shes over there.

Girl:
See that man?

Hes gonna put down
that newspaper,

and my mommy is gonna pick it up
and look for a job in it.

Were here every day.

We look for jobs.

Then we go in there.

We call on the pay phone
and go on interviews.

I always have to sit
in the lobby

and be really quiet.

Why dont you sit at your home
where you reside?

We dont have a home.

Thats why we need a job.

So, can you really fix this?

Yes.

(Robot dog barks quickly)

Hey, stop.

Too much?

Dont go too far.

(Sighs)

Tess... where are you?

Here I am,

wondering how youre gonna
drink all that coffee.

Theyre not all for me.

Do you know what has happened?

Yes, I do.

Do you know her name?

She doesnt have one yet,

but shell know
when the time is right.

Ah.

Well, that would be
very helpful.

This has all been something
of a surprise, you know.

So youre surprised?

Well, how do you
think she feels?

One minute youre not,

the next minute you are,

and then some angel named Monica

is trying to get you to drink
a gallon of fancy coffee.

Thats my point exactly, Tess.

Everything is happening
so quickly.

The father knows that.

Thats why he created her.

Human technology

keeps speeding up.

But the human heart keeps
beating at the same pace

it always did,

so their hearts get left behind.

And god wants them to slow down?

He wants them to find a balance.

Thats why hes created an angel

for the 21st century.

Her mind is like a computer.

She learns fast, and she
remembers everything she learns,

but she has no history.

She has no experience
of the past.

She has no sense
of human condition.

Thats why she needs help
from an angel

that has a few thousand years
under her belt.

No.

No, Tess, not me.

Yes, you.

Why do you think
im telling you this?

Its a perfect match.

Nobody has a heart like you,
angel girl.

Now, little miss thingamabob
over there,

her brain is so quick,

she has no idea
how to use the heart she has.

What is her name?

Im Madeline.

Whats your name?

I dont have a name yet.

Why not?

Because im an angel.

Then I know what your name is.

Its in that song.

♪ Angels we have heard on high

♪ sweetly singing
oer the plains ♪

♪ and the mountains in the sky

♪ echoing their joyous strains

♪ Gloria...

See? Gloria.

If youre an angel,
thats your name.

Woman:
Lets go, honey.

Come on.
We got to make some calls.

Okay.

There.

Now, when you fly,
it will stay out of your eyes.

Good-bye, Gloria.

Good-bye.

Hello. Im Gloria.

-Yes, you are, baby.
-Oh, no.

-Its not baby; Its Gloria.
-Tess: Oh.

Ooh.

Gloria.
Thats a beautiful name.

The little girl knew it.

Well, Gloria, this is Tess.
Shes my supervisor.

-And the father has an
assignment for you, Gloria. -Oh.

I-I should probably tell you,

I consider myself unprepared
to deal with human subjects

on a personal level.

I couldnt agree with you more.

Thats why the father wants you
to stay with Monica

and see how she does
her assignments.

And, by the way, your
first assignment is Madeline.

She says she needs a new home,

so you stay with her
until she finds one.

Oh, look, theres Andrew.

Oh, is Andrew also an angel?

Yes, hes an angel of death.

Death, the cessation
of earthly existence.

The transitional period
often mistaken by human beings

to be the end of all things
but which is ultimately

a change in matter and form.

Mm-hmm.

Does Andrew assist
in the transition?

Yes.

How many angels of death
does it take?

What do you mean?

Oh, no, Tess. Not the...

-(Alarms wailing)
-Monica: Tess!

-(Indistinct chatter)
-Tess!

-(Monica gasps)
-Tess: Oh, lord. My lord.

Oh, no.

(Indistinct shouting, crying)

(Crying):
Oh, no.

♪

(Sighs)

(Man coughing)

Man:
Caroline!

Caroline!

Gloria:
The explosion must have been...

2.5 tons.

And there were two. Did you
notice?

Two separate explosions,

which means
there were two bombs,

one timed to go off
right after the other.

I wonder.
I dont think it was dynamite.

What are you talking about?

Who cares how many bombs
there were?

Look at this.

Dont you feel anything?

What do you want me to feel?

Am I supposed to feel
what youre feeling?

Is that what an angel does?

Man:
Caroline!

Caroline!

(Siren wailing)

I dont know
what an angel does anymore.

Watch what youre saying,
miss wings.

No, Tess.

Why should I teach her
to use her heart

if its only going
to get broken?

No one has a heart
like me, right?

No one should have one, either.

And better that she never learn
how to use hers.

I wish ID never learned
how to use mine.

Tess:
Baby, dont go. We need you.

I cant help them anymore, Tess.

I dont know how.

(Child shouting)

No, you stay right here.
Dont you move.

Im supposed to stay
with Monica.

Not right now.

You stay right here
and dont you move.

Your assignment
is still that little girl.

Wherever she is.

(Helicopter blades whirring)

(Sirens wailing, horn honking)

-(Indistinct chatter, shouting)
-(Dog barking)

(Siren wailing)

-What a day.
-Andrew, theres a little girl

in there, and her name
is Madeline, and she...

Her mothers name was Jane.

I know, Tess.

I just... I just took Jane home.

And the little girl?

Shes still inside.

Shes still alive,
but if they dont find her soon,

its gonna be too late.

Ive got an idea.

Gloria: Considering the likely
trajectory of the dog,

while allowing for
the probability of interference

with other debris
at the time of the explosion,

and assuming she had the dog
in her possession at the time...

(Whispering):
Show him.

Ive got the child
positioned seven meters

from the main entrance,
which would...

Put her right about...

There.

-Hello?
-(Madeline whimpering)

Madeline:
Help.

Help me.

(Whimpering)

Hey, we got a kid down here!

(Indistinct shouting)

Woman (over P.A.):
Code blue, E.R.

Code blue, E.R.

(Indistinct shouting, crying)

Hi. How you doing?

-Hi.
-Feeling all right?

How is she doing?

Shes unconscious.

Why dont you hold her hand?

Shes unconscious.

The spirit knows.

Uh, ive brought you
a pad and a pen.

Now, youre gonna see
a lot of things here.

I know youll have a lot of
questions. Just write em down.

Just-just-just
write it down, darling.

Just write it... write it down.

You were there.

You were born in love.

Its not the same here.

Thats because, where you
came from, little angel,

there is no death.

But down here,
death is everywhere,

and you will never understand
love on earth

until you understand death.

I got to go.
I got a lot to do.

Try singing to her.

♪ Gloria...

(Rock music playing loudly)

Where you headed?

-(Music stops)
-To the desert.

Come on. Ill give you a lift.

No, thank you.

Come on, Monica. Youre tired.

You know you want to.

Thats what youre here for.

From the moment I was created,

I have spent my entire existence
avoiding you.

Why should I ride with you now?

Because its time...

And you know it.

I suppose I do.

(Humming)

Do you mind
if I turn on the radio?

Woman (over radio): ...Refusing
to comment on the details

of the blast, confirming only
that there were originally

three separate bombs
set to detonate within seconds.

Man (over radio):
If theres anything

to be grateful for
in this tragedy,

its that, by some miracle,
the third bomb,

which wouldve taken perhaps
100 additional lives,

failed to discharge.

Woman: The FBI has expanded
its search for suspected bomber

-Arthur...
-(Radio clicks off)

Tragedy two, miracles one.

Have you noticed?

It takes twice as many miracles
to get their attention.

(Sighs) I mean,
think of all the buildings

that dont explode every day.

Nobody realizes the work
that goes into that.

No wonder an angel
gets discouraged, huh?

I am discouraged because people
like Arthur whatever his name is

are so easily deluded.

Dear Arthur.

Hes holding a gun
to his head this very moment

in a barn in Iowa,

rereading
his farewell manifesto,

declaring himself a martyr,

convinced of his intellectual
and ideological superiority.

Are you proud of yourself?

Yes.

Of course I am.

A man should take pride
in his work.

You are not a man.

Well, I am today.

You like the suit?

This was a mistake.

Will you let me out?

Nice day for a walk.

Planning to go
the whole 40 days or 40 nights,

or... can we
speed this up a little?

Its over. Drive away.

I cant do that.

Its just too, uh...

...well, tempting.

(Laughs softly)

I got an angel on the brink
ready to fall.

Ive no intention of falling.

You walked away, Monica.

You turned your back on god.

I turned my back on humanity.

Theres no such thing.

Humans, yes.

Humanity... no.

I need to think things over...

Alone.

Funny...

Thats what Arthur said.

(Woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

40 years is a long time.

Let me tell you,
its no bed of roses.

You pay your taxes,
you pay your bills,

you pay through the nose just
to keep up with the joneses,

and nobody pays attention.

But there are compensations.

Thats good?

Of course, good.

You come home one night,

you sit in your la-z-boy,

you look into the kitchen
and see this wonderful woman

in her apron...

On the phone
with her meshuggener sister...

And you remember
the day you met.

She walks into the store,

asks me...

Do I have a pair
of white satin pumps?

(Chuckling):
And I say...

"Nobody wears white
after labor day."

And she says...

"I wear whatever
I damn well please."

And right then and there,
I knew...

She was the woman for me.

Woman (over P.A.):
Transportation to admitting.

Transportation,
please report to admitting.

What kind of animal
could do this?

(Quiet groaning)

Hello?

Is she conscious again?

-Yes.
-Oh.

Can you talk?

Try to keep her awake.

Stay awake, please.

Tell a story or something.

I-I dont know any stories.

Well, use your imagination.

-I dont have one.
-What?

You say "once upon a time,"
and you go from there.

Ill go get the nurse.

Once upon a time...

There was a man...

Who... wore white
after labor day.

And... he...

Lived in a bed of roses...

With his...

Meshuggener...
His meshuggener sister...

And... a la-z-boy.

Um...

♪

Monica:

Wh

ere are you?

Why cant I feel you with me?

What has happened to my heart?

(Sobs)

I dont understand.
I just dont understand anymore!

(Crow cawing in distance)

I remember the days,
Monica, when you...

Walked through the desert
unshod, unafraid...

An angel of god,

confident of your
divine mission,

a little white dove
tagging along to prove it.

I told you I wanted to be alone.

And you know I cant

make you do anything
you dont want to do.

This is a unique
opportunity, actually.

Here you are with my full
and complete attention.

Think of it as research;
Get to know me, pick my brain.

We dont have to be friends
or we dont have to be enemies.

You are the enemy.

Im not the enemy.

Im the alternative.

Thats what youre
looking for, isnt it?

(Sighs)

You can work for me.

There are options.

Thousands of them.

Work for me.

I dont suppose you would.
(Chuckles)

You dont have to break your
heart working for him, you know.

Yes, I know how much it hurts.

I am not all bad, you know;
I have been there, too.

I remember.

Its not such a long way down
from the top, you know?

It only hurts for a second,
and you forget.

I dont want to forget.

Then what are you here for?

Because I am hurting!

Because, as much as god loves
them, they hate each other!

Oh, they say the words
and-and they write the books

and the songs about love
and they make the vows of love,

but they dont love!

And you do?

Yes!

And you could be a better human,
a better lover?

Yes! No.

Is that what you want?

I dont know. Maybe. Maybe.

Well, then you
owe it to yourself

to find out, dont you think?

I dont know.

Ill take that as a yes.

♪

(Distorted voices of children):
-All right, ready? -Yeah.

Oh!

♪

Girl:
Over here!

-You know what I was thinking?
-Hmm?

(Clears throat) Maybe we
should go down to the nursery

and, uh, pick up something

to plant right up along
that fence line.

What about lilac bushes?

I love the smell of lilacs.

They dont bloom very long.

I think theres something
beautiful in that.

Quiet dignity in a life that
accepts the nature of things

more gracefully
than we poor humans do.

I married a little Irish poet.

(Both laugh)

♪

Driver:

It

must be something, huh?

Driver:

It

must be something, huh?

To carry a life inside you.

No angel can do that.

-Monica: Oh...!
-(Laughing)

Jealous? Huh?

I always imagined what it
would feel like to be a mother.

Nobody loves you
like a child does.

Sure, they can disappoint you,
but... thats life.

Dont go too far, Tess.

Its almost dinnertime.

Okay, mommy.

(Whispers):
Tess.

I know where I am, you know.

I do, I do, I...

I know who you are.

I know who I am, and...

Perhaps I have lost my way,
perhaps...

Perhaps my faith
has been shaken,

but I am still an angel.

I am still his.

Then where is he?

Where hes always been.

He didnt walk away; I did.

But im going back,
and I will find him again.

Where, at madelines grave?

Year after year,
century after century, Monica,

you watch the suffering
and the sorrow.

All you can do is stand by,
utter the words

that sound more hollow
every time you say em:

(Whispers):
"God loves you."

-He does. -Why does he
allow such suffering?

-Because theres free will.
-Why is there free will?!

Because, if there was
no free will,

-there would be no choice
to love. -Yes, exactly.

-You have that choice, too.
-Why would I give up

an eternity in heaven
for a few short years

among the very ones who break
my heart every single day?

You dont understand why humans
do the terrible things they do

because youve never lived
with the passion they feel.

Its a passion for life

angels can never have.

It could be your life, Monica,
and its a pretty good one,

if you think about it.

Short, but...
Its not the point.

Life is dearer.

Love is deeper.

Lilacs smell sweeter, be...

Because there are only
so many Springs in a lifetime.

Look...

I know...

Im the last guy
you would normally listen to,

but ive been there.

I know what im
talking about, Monica.

How long can you
go on like this...

Breaking your heart
over and over again...

Lost between heaven and earth?

(Monica exhales)

You must be so... lonely.

(Quietly):
Sometimes.

Sometimes I am.

I am.

(Sobbing):
I am.

Its okay.

(Monica sobbing quietly)

Go on.

(Whispers):
Go on.

Ive got you.

♪

Take your time.

Think about it.

Really.

Go for a walk.

When youre ready, just...

Find yourself a...

Nice, high place.

And when you look down...

Ill be there...

Ready to catch you.

I just...

Its okay.

I know.

You need to be alone.

(Sniffles)

♪ No one here to guide you

♪ now youre on your own

♪ only me beside you

♪ still youre not alone

♪ no one is alone

♪ truly no one is alone

♪ sometimes people leave you

♪ halfway through the wood

♪ others may deceive you

♪ you decide whats good

♪ you decide alone

♪ but no one is alone

♪ people make mistakes

♪ fathers, mothers

♪ people make mistakes

♪ holding to their own

♪ thinking theyre alone

(Cooing)

♪ Honor their mistakes

♪ everybody makes

♪ one anothers

♪ terrible mistakes

(wind whistling)

♪ Witches can be right

♪ giants can be good

♪ you decide whats right

♪ you decide whats good

♪ just remember

♪ someone is on your side

♪ our side

♪ someone else is not

♪ while youre seeing
your side ♪

♪ maybe you forgot

♪ you are not alone,
you are not alone ♪

♪ you are not alone

(echoing): ♪ no one is alone,
no one is alone ♪

♪ hard to see the light now

♪ light now, light now,
light now, light now... ♪

♪ Just dont let it go,
just dont let it go ♪

♪ just dont let it...

♪ Things will work out
right now ♪

♪ right now,
right now, right now ♪

♪ ask me how I know...

♪ Ask me how I know.

(Wind whistling)

(Wind whistling)

Once upon a time...

(Sighs)

Oh, father,
why have you forsaken me?

(Inhales)

(Quiet rustling)

(Cries)

(Crying)

I love the smell of lilacs.

Im so sorry.

(Crying)

Im so sorry.

Please forgive me, please.

Please, father.

I want to come home.

(Crying)

(Wind whistling)

(Laughs)

(Monica laughing)

Thank you. Thank you.

(Crying):
Thank you.

(Crying)

(Birds singing)

(Heavenly choir
singing gently)

(Wind whistling,
birds singing)

(Doves cooing)

(Heavenly choir
singing gently)

You remember our assignment,
Gloria?

Stay with Madeline
until she finds a home,

and ive been searching
through these magazines.

I-I think
I found her a nice one.

Uh, something curious occurred
while in your absence.

I was to tell Madeline a story
to keep her awake,

but lacking any imagination,

I believe I put her
to sleep instead,

and ID like to improve on that.

Gloria, imagination
is a wonderful thing,

but in our business,

truth is better.

I want to teach you
how to share that right now.

Gloria?

I want my mommy.

Mommies are better
than angels sometimes, huh?

Did she die?

Yes, sweetheart, she did.

Shes in heaven now... with god.

Whats gonna happen to me?

Well, theres an angel
named Andrew,

and he took your mommy
to heaven,

and hes going
to come in here very soon

and take you to meet your mommy.

Can Gloria take me?

No.

Shes still learning.

But shes my friend.

I know.

Gloria will stay with you
and tell you a story

until its time
to go home, okay?

Okay.

Just tell her the truth.

What is this?

A tear.

But ill tell you
all about that later.

Once upon a time...

There was a brand-new angel

named Gloria...

...who came to earth,

and she didnt know
anybody at all.

(Voice breaking):
And then, one day...

...she met a little girl.

Mike:
Would you like coffee?

Woman: Oh, yes, please.
That would be nice.

Yeah?
Can I get you something?

(Sighs)

Okay. How are we feeling?

-Man: Well, my head still hurts.
-Mike: Okay, you got

any nausea, any dizziness
when you stand up too fast?

Oh, yes, sir.

(Indistinct chatter)

Mike rice...

God loves you.

Oh, baby.

(Tess laughs)