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MAN: All right,
let's go, ladies.

Let's go, let's go.

[INMATES LAUGHING]

TERRY: Try it now, Tom.

Terry, you are a genius.

Yeah. That's why
I'm in here.

Uh...

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, Tom,
he a trustee?

Trustee?

[CHUCKLES] I'd trust him
as far as I could throw him.

That's Terry Dean.

TOM: He could get in
and out of Fort Knox
if he wanted to.

Last days, Terry.

Got a big job
lined up next week?

No, Guido. I've done
my last break and enter.

You crazy?

You're the best
bust artist
in the business.

True, but it's just
getting too hard.

Come on.

Everybody knows
there ain't an alarm
you can't crack.

Yeah, everybody knows.
That's the problem.

As soon as somebody
cracks a tricky
security system,

they bust me.

Nah, I got to find
a new career.

Stickups.

Banks.

You should hold up banks.

If I was a regular-looking hombrelike you,I'd still be out there.

[MUSIC PLAYING ON TV]
Hey, we're missing
Santa Barbara.

Hey, man, take it
to the chaplain.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SANTA BARBARA
THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

Yeah, you see,
with me

being such a
striking individual,
so to speak,

every time I pull a job,

some teller would pick me
out in a lineup.

You know,
we should switch trades.

You hold up banks,
and I'll go into
second-story busts.

You?
Yeah.

You're going to
climb up buildings
and slip in windows?

Yeah.

Bubba, you can't climb
up to the top bunk.

Can, too.

Ain't no reason to climb up
to the top bunk.

Ain't nothing up there
but you.

Aw, Bubba, you really
know how to hurt a guy.

[GATE BUZZES]

[ALARM BLARING]

Go, Terry!

TELLER: All right, sir,
change of a hundred.

That's 20, 40, 60,
70, 80, 85,

90, 95, 96,
97, 98, 99, 100.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I trust you.
It's a question
of collateral.

And the question is,
do you have it?

I mean, besides
your wedding band,
which is very nice...

...to cover a
$250,000 loan.

You understand...

MAN: Thanks. You, too.

[IMITATING WILLIE NELSON]
♪ To all the girls

♪ I've loved before

♪ Mmm, mmm, before ♪

[STRUMMING]

[SIGHS] Good luck, Willie.

Ahem.

♪ To all the girls
I've loved before ♪

Howdy, partner.
This here's a stickup.

♪ To all the girls
I've loved... ♪

I'm sorry, Fonz.
I didn't see you today.

All right, all right.
Let's get down to cases.

That's all we got.

Can you at least give us
a height estimate, build?

I told you.
I don't know.

When a big star
like Willie Nelson

comes up to
your window, and puts
a gun in your face,

uh, you'd get
confused, too.

I got a really
good look at him.

Oh, yeah?

I didn't like his
last album very much.

Uh... He doesn't
like love songs.

It's pretty good
if you like love songs.

DETECTIVE: Wait a minute.

You talkin'
about Willie Nelson,
the country singer?

Yeah. Who else do you
think that is?

Why would Willie Nelson
rob a bank?

Well, that's it.
Have you heard the album?

That's not fair.
Come on...

EMPLOYEE: No. He gets
away from his roots.

Thank you. Thank you.

TELLER: The man wants
to talk to me.
I'm the head teller.

Thank you.

[EMPLOYEES ARGUING]

I thought his last album
was pretty dang good.

[HORN HONKS]

Aah! No! Wait!

Don't touch him!

Call an ambulance!

I didn't see him.
He came out of nowhere.

He saved my baby's life.
He's a hero.

This man is a saint!

MAN: Who is he?

[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON P.A.]

I thought he was asleep.
I was just covering him up.

I didn't know about
any possible complications.

His chart doesn't
say anything...

It's a bit late to
start panicking, nurse.

This man is dead.

[ECHOES]
Dead... Dead... Dead...

I checked him at 6:30.
He was fine.

It's not your fault.
These things happen.

He probably died
a few minutes
after your rounds.

By the feel of him,
he's been dead for hours.

[ECHOES] Dead for hours...
Dead for hours...

MAN: [ON TV]
I'm not leaving you
alone with my sister,

not until the police
check you out.

You wanted the truth.
I'm giving it to you.

I'm an angel.

[ECHOES] I'm an angel...
I'm an angel...

I'm dead, aren't I?

Where the hell am I?

Are you God?

You're not a religious man,
are you, Mr. Dean?

No, but...

I did plan to get very
religious just before I died.

You know, just in case?

Yes.

Left it a bit late,
didn't I?

Mmm-hmm.

Let me put it in language
you'll understand.

You're on probation,
Mr. Dean.

Think of me as your
probation officer.

Probation officer. Sure.

I have been through
your sheet, Mr. Dean.

You have a criminal record
that started when you
were nine years old.

Yeah, well, I don't suppose
I can lie to you, sir.

You can try.

No.

You're almost a mystery.

In your entire life,
you did nothing but take,

yet at the end,
you gave the noblest gift.

You gave your life
for another being.

Well, it seemed like
the right thing to do
at the time.

Rubbish.

It was instinct.

If you'd had time to think,
you wouldn't have done it.

Nevertheless, your instinct
has earned you another chance.

Probation, Mr. Dean.

How does that work?

You will go back
and dedicate yourself
to helping others.

Giving, not taking.

You will become
an angel of mercy.

An angel?

Me?

Probationary,
strictly on a trial basis.

You will not speak
of this incident to anyone.

Your honor...

Does this happen
all the time?

People get sent back
to help out?

From time to time,
worthy people are chosen
to be angels of mercy.

But these are difficult
times, Mr. Dean.

In this century,
you're the first scumbag
we've sent back.

Scumbag?

That's a bit much, isn't it?

Scumbag?

[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON P.A.]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV]

Hey, Pop.

Was anyone
in here just now?

Only death, my boy.

Only death.

That explains it.

I'm in the nut ward.

[SONG PLAYING ON STEREO]

♪ Young hearts

♪ Be free tonight

♪ Time is

♪ On your side

♪ Don't let 'em
put you down

♪ Don't let 'em
push you 'round... ♪

[SONG STOPS]

Nobody move!

Get your hands up
where I can see them!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

You people...

Down on the floor, now.

I said now.

Fill the bag.

The bag, stupid!

Look! It's Rod Stewart!

Rod...
Rod...

Rod...

Sign this,
"To Nancy with love."

Rod, put, "To Janet.
Last night was great."

[ALARM BLARES]

Let's go!

Walk out this door,
and you're dead.

[CUSTOMERS EXCLAIM]

Just stay calm.
Nobody move.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

ROBBER: He's running!
He's running!

I blew three holes in him,
and he's running!

[ALARM CONTINUES RINGING]

Man, I couldn't have
missed him!

[PANTING]

How did he miss?
How did he miss?

[STAMMERS]
I shot, and...

You didn't miss!

I knew you'd flip out
if anything went wrong,

so I loaded your gun
with blanks.

Blanks?

.44 Magnum, six-inch barrel,
couldn't have missed.

Should have blown me head off.

He couldn't have missed.

He didn't miss.

Passed right through me.

I'm an angel.

Jesus Christ, I'm an angel.

Sorry.

An angel.

You can't kill an angel.

Fly. [CHUCKLES]

[EXHALES]

Aerobics.

You know, like,
uh, Jane Fonda.

[EXHALING]

[SNIFFS]

Ah...

Holy water, right?

This proves
I'm not a vampire.

[CHUCKLES] Did you think
you were, my son?

Aw, no, I saw that
holy water trick
on, uh, Son Of Dracula.

[CHUCKLES]
No, I've got a...

I got a real-life
problem, uh, Father.

Well, come along with me.
We'll talk it over.

[ECHOING] Well,
I've been up all n...

[SOFTLY]
I've been up all night,
talking to your boss...

And checking out your book,
but I couldn't find
any answers in there,

so I thought the best way
to get the inside dope

was to ask
one of you holy Joes.

That's why
us holy Joes are here.

Good. Do you know
about angels?

I don't mean
the ones with the, uh,
white dresses and wings.

I mean, like,
angels of mercy.

You know, the ones
that come back to Earth

to do good deeds
and stuff.

You've been
visited by one
of those angels, right?

Nah.

I'm not supposed
to tell you this,

but as you know
about angels,
I guess it's okay.

[WHISPERS] I am one.

You're an angel?

Well... Almost.

I'm on probation.

I'm bulletproof,
but I can't fly yet.

G-God...

Didn't choose you
to save the world

from evil politicians,
did he?

No.

Oh.

No. To...

To help the needy
and to give
instead of taking.

The same as
your caper, right?

Right!

[LAUGHS]

The problem is, um...

I'm not really cut out
to be a Bible-basher.

Oh, you don't have
to be a preacher
to serve the Lord, my son.

You see, we're all
given different gifts.

Use those gifts
in God's name,

even if your gift
is that of
a simple carpenter.

It's all there.

Okay. But where do I start?

Well, oh...
helping the needy?

Well, they're not
hard to find.

Look around.

Oh, I'm sure that God
will give you a sign.

Did God give you
a sign to get into
this, uh, racket?

I believe...

God called me
to do his work.

God spoke to you?

I believe he did.

Hey, don't you reckon
he looks just like
Charlton Heston?

For the needy, Father.

Oh, I'm sure the needy
will appreciate it.

Oh, and just one thing.

I wouldn't go telling
anyone you're an angel.

That's exactly
what our boss said.

No sweat.

Please don't let him try
to fly off the top
of a building.

Psalms of David, right?

MAN: Hey, buddy!

You got a few dollars
for some food?

You mean drugs,
don't you, pal?

This is America.
People don't beg for food.

[SCOFFS] Where you been
the last few years?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

TERRY: Yeah. "Feed
the starving multitudes.

"Feed them
on loaves and fishes."

Hmm. Bread and fishes.

Do as I say,
and no one gets hurt.

I'll have 200
tuna on a roll to go.

[GULPS] Paper or plastic?

Uh... I hate when
they ask you that.

In what everyone assumed
was a PR exercise,

the Bonzo-burger man
cruised the downtown area
last night,

distributing samples
of his products
to the homeless.

It now appears
he obtained his samples
at gunpoint,

but thanks
to an accurate description
of the holdup man,

police expect an early arrest.

He's medium height,
medium build,
and looks like this.

This is Cindy Nieamoto
for Channel 8 news.

NEWS ANCHOR:
And thank you, Cindy...

"Thou shalt not steal."

NEWS ANCHOR: Turning now to the weather...

You know
the Ten Commandments?

You're not going
to preach at me,
are you, honey?

Oh, no.
I was just wondering...

Do you think they
might be flexible,

you know, like,
for a worthy cause?

Well, there's one
commandment

that would be flexible,
as far as I know.

That would be the one
about adultery.

PRIEST: I'm sure God
will give you a sign.

"Moses."

I saw it.

Moses... Moses...

Moses... Moses...

"And Moses shall lead them
out of the wilderness."

[HONKING]
Whoa! Hold it.

Hey, man,
what's your problem?

You got some kind of
death wish or something?

Calm down.
What?

I need a lift to
wherever you're going.

DRIVER: No!
200 bucks?

Hey, come on, my man.
Right this way.

DRIVER: End
of the line, Terry.

Take it easy now,
all right?

Thanks, Joe.

[SONG PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Yes, sir?

Draft, thanks.

[DOOR SLAMS]

Hey!

Hi, Steve.

Clumsy fool.

Come on! I didn't see you.

Don't mind him.

Sometimes he gets
a chip on his shoulder.

Where I come from,
someone would soon
knock it off.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah,
but he's a cripple.

I guess being
a cripple's a bit
like being a dwarf.

How's that?

A guy I knew...

Tiny Hollis,
only this high...

Shot three people

because they
treated him
like a dwarf

instead of a man
with short legs.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Are you going to move?

Are you rude to everyone
who's not stuck in a chair?

No.

But if you were
stuck in this chair,

I'd punch your lights out.

Hmm.

That sounds fair.

Chair.

WOMAN: What's going on?

Come on.

Hey, take it easy.

Hey, I don't need
any help in this.

[GRUNTS]

Hmm.

[CUSTOMERS EXCLAIM]

Hey, that's enough.

No.

Let him go, let him go.

I started it.

Hey, come on, Steve,
you're a cripple.

Yeah, and everybody
could see that.

What about you, mister?

You're not blind.
What do you see?

I see a man
in a wheelchair

acting like a jerk
in a wheelchair.

A jerk in a wheelchair?

Mmm-hmm.

[SIGHS]
Can I buy you a beer?

No, but I'd love a scotch.

Steve Garner...

Professional jerk.

Terry Dean,
part-time jerk.

STEVE: Hey, Terry, uh,

so, where are you
staying tonight,
anyway? Huh?

TERRY: Oh, I thought

I'd check out the motel
I saw down the corner.

Nah, nah, nah.

You're staying
at my place tonight,

and don't argue with
no poor cripple.

Aw!

Okay, that don't
work with you,

'cause you don't see
a cripple here, do you?

Just a man who happens
to be in a wheelchair.

Make that a pig
in a wheelchair.

[CHUCKLES]

Which way?

This way. Follow me.

Hey, I-I don't
need any help.

I'm as strong
as a bull.

I know that.

I was just
helping you balance.

That's what I like
about you, Terry.

You're such
an asshole.

Oh, thanks.

You don't live
by yourself, do you?

No. Not since these, uh...

Legs gave in, and I
had to move back home.

My mom and my sister,
they live in the main house,

but I got my own
spare room in the back,

it's my own pad
and everything.

It'll be okay.

What did you do
before this happened?

I drove a truck,
stole a few bases,

and I chased
a lot of girls.

Mmm-hmm.
Got a girl now?

No. Not lately.

I don't know, just
something about me seems
to be putting them off.

Do you think
it's my haircut?

Huh?

No.

No. More likely...
[SNIFFING]

It's your deodorant.

Ha ha! Are you kidding?

Women go crazy
over this stuff.

They do.

It said so on TV.

Well, they must be right.

[STEVE CHUCKLES]

Come on, Steve,
you met him in a bar.

Anytime your friends
from the city visit,

they're perfectly
welcome to stay here.

Ma, we're not talking
about some old buddy
from high school.

Yeah,
you're right, sis.

I have so many
old buddies
dropping by lately,

I just lost track,
what can I say.

That's not
the point, Steve.

It's just not like you,
and it's not right

to bring home a complete
stranger in the middle
of the night like that.

Terry's not just
some drifter, Rose.

I mean, the guy's got...
He's got money.

He lives in L.A.
He's got a house
in L.A. A big house.

He's just on vacation.

I saw him reading
the Bible earlier.

Anyone who starts the day
with the Good Book

can't be too far
off the track.

An ax murderer can read.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

TERRY: Hello.

Just in time.

Sit down, Terry.
Thank you.

We got to feed the body
as well as the soul.

Won me,
Mrs. Garner.
[GRUNTS]

So, you have family living
in L.A., Mr. Dean?

No. Uh, not living.

They're all dead.

I'm sorry.

I killed them
with an ax.

[STEVE LAUGHS]

[STEVE AND TERRY LAUGHING]

I heard her.

Look, I'm sorry.

It's perfectly normal
for you to wonder

what I'm doing here
in your house.

Just, I was planning

an easy,
wandering vacation

anywhere away
from the city,

and I went into a bar,
and some ugly jerk
picked a fight with me.

Steve came to my rescue.
Here I am.

No. He came...
He came to my rescue.

I'm just
returning the favor.

The guy was a jerk,
for sure,
but he was not ugly.

Mmm.

And what is it
you're vacationing
from, Mr. Dean?

Oh, claustrophobia, mostly.

Well, I work
in electronics.

Really?

Could you pass the sugar,
please, Rose?

You know,
we've got some
broken video games

down at the rec center.

Maybe if you've got
some spare time,

you could come down
and have a look at them.

Rose, the man
is on vacation,
all right?

You and that
damn rec center.

No. That's okay.

Has this rec center
got anything to do
with, uh...The needy?

It certainly does.

Rose and Steve run it.
If it wasn't for them,

those kids would be
on the street,

doing drugs,
drive-by shootings.

Ma, this is Fillmore.

We don't even have
walk-by shootings.

What we do have
is a lot of latch-key
kids in the area.

The center's the only
place they have to go

till their parents
get home.

In that case,
I'd be delighted to help.

ROSE: Thank you.
Thank Moses.

STEVE: Those video games
are in bad shape.

Pretty complicated.

No problem.

They used to
say about me

that I could eat
batteries and shi...

Shoot out electricity.

Some coffee, Mr. Dean?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[VIDEO GAME MUSIC PLAYING]

GIRL 1: The video's on.

BOY: All right!

GIRL 2: Come on!

BOY: Okay, do you want
to play doubles or...

GIRL: Yeah.

Okay. You be
first player.

Okay.

That's amazing.

You know, these machines
were donated to us

because they'd
just about had it.

That's true.

Well, I guess you are
what you said you were.

Yep.

[CLEARS THROAT]
Can I apologize
and start over?

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Just, uh, using my gifts
to help the needy.

Anything else I can do?

STEVE: Yeah.

Teach these kids
how to box.

I know you can do that.

Why not?

Well, he seems all right,
but he does talk
kind of weird.

Yeah. He was born
in Australia.

I didn't
mean the accent.

Never mind.

BOY: I want to play.

Hey, I'm next.

Hand speed, boys.

Very important to you
in life.

When I was your age,
my hands were so fast

I could steal your socks
without taking your shoes off.

Now, the left hook.

Very important when
you throw the left hook...

To keep that
elbow up high.

Know why?

'Cause if you miss
with the glove,

you still take 'em out
with the elbow.

And I'll tell you what,
an elbow will open up
an eyebrow better

than any glove. Right?

[BOYS CHUCKLE]

The reason I'm telling
you boys this

is that's the kind
of tricks that
dirty fighters get up to.

Now, I never,
ever want to see

any of you guys
doing any of
this dirty stuff.

Okay, uh, come here
to the heavy bag.

Put your hands down.

[GRUNTS]
[KIDS CHUCKLE]

First rule.
Never trust anybody.

You're sure
that's him, Father?

Oh, that's my angel,
all right.

It doesn't add up.

This much cash usually
means a drug deal,

and that doesn't go
with Dean at all.

Then he isn't a crook?

Is the Pope Catholic?

Uh, [CLEARS THROAT]
no offense, Father.

Dean is a born thief.

An old-fashioned pro,
if you will,

too much pride in his trade
to get involved in drugs.

He specializes
in security systems.

Safes, banks, uh...

Hey, Bill,

what was the take
on that state bank,
the Willie Nelson job?

Uh, they estimated 67,000.

Sixty two thousand?

He took a wad out.

I think we can cancel
the APB on Willie Nelson.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, kid.
Yeah?

What do those
guys want?

Oh, they're just asking
about the place, you know,
how many kids come here.

Stuff like that.
Ah...

Later, man.
Hi, Steve.

Who's this guy?

He's got cash.

Check it out.

Let me guess, boys.

Social workers, right?

Yeah. And what's
it to you, Popeye?

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[PANTING]

Free samples to start
the ball rolling, eh?

Aah!

[COUGHS]

And don't move,
or I'll have to
hurt you real bad.

What do we do,
call the cops?

We can't
call the cops.

We'll call the family.

Cover me. Trust me.

What?

No, no, Vinnie.

No. We can't waste them.
We've got orders.

If they move, you can
shoot them in the legs.

You know
you enjoy that.

Just the legs, Vinnie.

Guido? Yeah,
we got them.

No, they're
not Carlotti family.

I knew the Carlottis
wouldn't come
into our territory.

Look like a couple
of small-time
freelance punks to me.

What do we do with them?

Mad Vinnie
wants to waste them.

Check with
the consiglieri.
We'll all stand by.

No, Tony.

Trigger happy.

Grazie.Ciao.

Vinnie!

Good, good.

Lucky day, paesanos.
Get up.

I seen you before.
I know you.

Shut up and listen.
Watch it.

On my signal,
walk back to your car.

Walk calmly.
Keep your hands
in plain sight.

Drive out of town.
Never come back.

Have a nice day.

Oh...

That's yours.

Uh...

No. It's not ours.

We don't need it.

Suit yourself.

Don't even look at it.

I could have
grabbed the gun.

Dummy, that's what they
want you to do.

There's a dozen
scope sights
on us right now.

I can feel it.

Oh, shit.
You know this guy
from somewhere?

County jail.

He used to run
with real heavyweights.

You mean like hit men,
mafia-like?

Shit, yeah.
His name's Dean.

Something Dean...

Dean? Dean?

That doesn't
sound Italian.

No? So, what's
Dean Martin, Polish?

Oh, yeah.

The guy at the bus stop.

[NERVOUSLY]
How you doing?

Uh... Uh...
The truck
across the street.

The car...

Get in the car.
Just get in the car.

Keep your hands up! Up!

Okay.

Hurry!
All right!

Get in!

[ENGINE REVVING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]

Yeah, run,
you dogs.

Hey, they're
going to have to

take their pants
straight to the laundry.

Oh, me, too.

I'm, like...

[SPLASHING]

How did you know
how to handle that?

Uh, I saw that
in a Godfathermovie.

Hey, bullshit, Terry.

I trusted you.
Trust me.

Yeah. I owe you that.

You spend enough time
in the sewer,

you get to recognize
the other rats.

I did time
with scum like that.

A lot of time.

Anyway, that's
all in the past.

You religious, Steve?

Do you know about...

God and angels
and miracles
and stuff?

Uh, yeah.
I think I've prayed

for my share
of miracles and stuff.

Well, I got one.
A miracle.

God gave me another chance,
brought me back to life.

So that's it?

You're a born-again Christian?

You know about that,
being born again?

Jesus Chri...

Sorry.

The priest knew
about that, too.

You religious people
know how to keep
a secret.

Hey, the part
with the gun,

that bit there,
offering it
back to them,

that was pushing it a bit.

Yeah, but did you notice?
I kept myself
between you and them.

Yeah, but they
could have shot you.

[SCOFFS]

If you know all about me
being born again
as you-know-what,

you must know
I'm bulletproof.

Of course, of course.

And can you leap
over tall buildings
in a single bound?

Fly? Not yet.

Well,
for a devout Christian...

You throw
a pretty mean punch.

Ah, yeah,
but that's allowed.

In the Bible,

where Jesus found
all those dealers
on the steps,

he said,
"Cast them down."

You know, belt
the shit out of them.[CHUCKLES]

Monica and Daphne,
stay out of the fridge!

What are you two up to?

We were just having
a Bible discussion.

Oh, great.
Good practice

for the cocktail party
tonight at Bealeman's.

Ah, terrific.
An evening
of groveling

with ol'
Bible-thumping Bealeman.

Oh, come on,
they're all right.

Besides, if they
don't help us out,
this place is history.

We're broke, remember?

Yeah. All I can do
is sit there,
trying to look tragic.

Why don't you
ask Terry here?

I mean,
if the conversation
turns religious,

he could really
open their eyes

with some
of his interpretations.

I think we've taken
enough control
over Terry's life.

No. If I can help,
I'd be delighted.

And if it involves
a free drink

and the company
of a good-looking woman,
then that's a bonus.

So, don't worry.

I scrub up okay.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

[LAUGHS]

Rose doesn't have a man?

No. Nothing serious.

I mean,
she's too hard to please.

She finds
too many faults.

I mean, I keep telling her
she'll never find
a saint in Fillmore.

Oh, you never know.

What, you?

Yeah.

Yeah. I guess
she could do worse.

Like, uh...
Jack the Ripper...

Or Freddy Krueger.

What?

Or Jason from
Friday The 13th.

What about you,
Mr. Butt-face?

[LAUGHING]

Whoa!

IRENE: You have an eye
for quality, Mr. Dean?

TERRY: Yes, Ma'am.
Early Maxfield Parrish.

Very in these days.

Well, I guess we're
ahead of our time.

George picked that up
years ago
at a garage sale.

At a garage sale?

Whew. That would bring
$100,000 to $150,000 today.

Really?
Yep.

Are you in
the art business or...

Oh. No. I used to
be a removalist.

Oh, well, when
you're in the business

of transporting objets d'art,

you get to know
their value for
insurance purposes.

Oh, well, I guess
we're fortunate

that most thieves don't have
your background, Mr. Dean.

Pardon?

We had a burglary last year.

Didn't touch that.

Took the VCR
and the stereo.

Oh, it's these times,
Mrs. Bealeman.

You don't even get
good quality burglars.

[LAUGHING]

Excuse me.

I think you do
a wonderful job, Rose,
and I wish I could help,

but I've already made
a considerable commitment
to support Reverend Barton,

who's, in fact,
on the air right now.

Excuse me.

It's on now!

To be in the service
of the Lord
is a special calling.

TERRY: Rose.

How did it go?

Not good.
Ah.

I think you
went over better
with Mrs. Bealeman.

Ah, she was
probably impressed
by Steve's jacket.

I've been kind
of avoiding this, Rose,

but what exactly
is wrong with Steve?

He didn't tell you?

We've both
kind of avoided it.

I know he thinks

that it might
scare me away,

but it won't.

He has a malignant
spinal tumor.

Does that mean he's dying?

Yeah.

He never said a word.

The first few months
he cried and yelled.

We all did.

Then he just
sort of accepted it.

He was always
a tough kid.

Yeah.

I don't suppose there's
any treatment or...

No.

We're just hoping
he doesn't suffer
too much for too long.

That's why the rec center
was such a godsend.

Helping those kids
took his mind off it,
made him feel useful.

MAN: Here it comes!

I don't usually name names,

but it is people like

Brother Daniel Ruffels and Brother George Bealeman...

[ALL GASP]
...who, through their generous

and continuous support,
help keep this
ministry alive.

You can see
he hates that recognition.

How can I
compete with that?

I don't have
my own television show.

People believe in TV,
don't they?

Now, why don't we
join our hosts inside?

I need a drink.

Give your love to the old,
the infirm.

Give it to the children.

All right.
I dubbed those pieces
as close as I can.

It works pretty good.

So will this.

Should transmit
20, 30 feet.

Give me that cable.

You know, Terry,
I don't want to pry,

but a guy with your
flair for electronics

could earn $100,000
a year, legitimate.

A 100 grand? A year?

I netted close to
a 100 grand
in my last job.

It took 20 minutes.

How long was
your last stretch?

Five years.

Okay, so I'm good
at this stuff.

I could never
do maths, for shit.

[SNORING]

So, I say to you,
I don't want your money.

Give it to the children.

What in the name of God
was that?

Oh, the switch.

Wh-wh-what?

The remote control switch,
I probably rolled on it.

George, it's
on top of the set.

GEORGE: It's not plugged in.

It can't possibly
come on by accident.

There's... There's
no power in it.

There's power
in it, George.

The power of the Lord.
He spoke to us.

The Reverend Barton
spoke to us.

It's 2:30
in the morning, dear.

The Reverend Barton
comes on at 8:00 p.m.

And besides,
I never heard
your Reverend Barton

suggest giving money
to anyone else.

He said, "Give it
to the children,"
didn't he?

It was a message
from God.

I know it.

What children?

We don't have any.

Needy children,
I suppose.

Rose's children.

Rose asked us for help
for the recreation center.

GEORGE: Uh,
I just don't know.

The Lord via television?

You say it yourself
all the time, dear.

"The Lord works
in mysterious ways."

Yeah...

I better call
Rose tomorrow.

I was planning
to make a contribution
to the center anyway.

For the children.

Of course you were, dear.

[SNORING]

IRENE: George?

George?
Hmm?

I'm too excited to sleep.

Do you feel like playing
"ride the wild horse"?

Uh...

Oh...

Oh, uh...

Maybe tomorrow
night, dear.

My back's been
acting up a bit.

I'll consider that
a rain check, then.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Irene.

STEVE: Terry!

Shit.

What are you doing here?

I was worried about you.

How did it go?
Did it work?

Like a charm.

You nearly gave me
a heart attack.

Thought I was busted.

You know how embarrassing
that would be for me.

Three hours in a house,
no loot?

I'd be a laughingstock.

[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, what about me?

I'd be known as the slowest
getaway driver in history.

Yeah.

Car.

Get down!

[GRUNTS]

This is exciting.

It's kind of like
being in Vietnam.

[LAUGHS]

No. No, it isn't.

[GRUNTS]

Hang on.

Hey, Terry,
I know I'm your
getaway driver,

but, uh, would you mind
giving me a push?

Oh, sure.

Get back!

I don't want to
catch anything.

Hey, did you hear the one
about the quadriplegic

who tried to swim
the English Channel?

Nope.

He had to turn back
because his ears got tired.

[BOTH LAUGH]

That's funny, but, um...
It's in bad taste,
isn't it?

Well, only if you say it.

I'm allowed.

TERRY: Ah, like when all
the kids at the rec center
call you the "road runner."

STEVE: They're allowed.

Kids are really
straight, aren't they?

Yeah, they're
pretty cool.

They think
I'm a jerk.

Yeah, well, Terry,
kids call it
like they see it.

Thanks.

I know what
you're going to be

if we pass
a big stairway.

What?
A test pilot.

Bump, bump, bump.
[LAUGHS]

STEVE: Hey,
this ain't no cab.

Oh, man!

[INAUDIBLE]

I just read this
witness statement

from the west Hollywood
bank job.

Lady swears one
of the customers
was Rod Stewart.

So? This is Hollywood.

Yeah, but Rod Stewart
is in England.

Besides, this guy
ran out of the bank
right behind the gang.

Maybe even with them.

Rod Stewart, Willie Nelson,
Terry Dean, I don't know.

Sometimes these leopards
change their spots,

but from solo
to gang jobs? Nah.

Maybe he's smarter
than we thought.

Maybe.

I doubt it.

Come on, I've been
waiting for hours.

I've been waiting
for weeks.

I've been waiting for years.
Come on. It's my turn.

Hey, hey, hey.
I'll solve this.

Have you kids heard of
the wisdom of Solomon?

No. It's my turn.

In a minute.

You see, there was
these two women

fighting over
possession of a baby,

and King Solomon said,
"Cut the baby in half,
I'll give you half each."

Yuck!

So?

So, what if I
take this paddle,
snap it in half,

and give you half each?

That's a really dumb idea.

It's stupid.

No, you see,
the real mother said,

"Don't cut
the baby in half,
give it to her."

And then Solomon
knew that she
was the real mother.

You're weird, Terry.

I'm going to play
Space Invaders.

It's my turn next...

You're supposed to say,
"Give it to..."

GIRL: No, it's my turn.

I guess there's a fine line
between wise and weird.

Oh. No, no, Mr. Bealeman,
whatever time
is best for you.

Terry.

Tomorrow night?

Sure. No.
No problem at all.

Thank you.

Guess what?

Mr. Bealeman
wants to come here

and check out the hall
to see what we need.

Old George is
coming through.

Oh, that's good news.

You know, I somehow
get the feeling

that you're involved
in Mr. Bealeman's
coming here.

Me? No.

I hardly
spoke to George.

I'm just going to go
check on Steve.

He's been
in bed all day.

He's been getting tired
a lot quicker lately.

Ah, he'll come good.
He's a fighter.

When is George
coming around?

Eight o'clock
tomorrow night.

Oh. See you.

Hey, Rose, come judge
which one's best.

It wouldn't hurt to
give George another push,

a sign...

Like the burning bush.

Nah. Been done.

Yeah. Eight o'clock
tomorrow night.

I set it up tonight.

Hey, boss, sometimes
you make it too easy.

Hey, Steve, you got
any batteries?

I don't think so.

Ah.

Let me guess.

Bealemans are in
for a re-run.

Nope. I got
something special
in mind for George.

Do you need some help?

Not on this one.
Definitely a solo job.

I'm not going
to ask you
what you're doing,

but I would like
to know why.

Why are you so intent
on helping out?

That's my job.

Helping people
who need help.

Were your parents
very religious, Terry?

Nah.

Devout atheists,
from memory.

The only time
I went in the church
as a kid

was to knock off
the poor box.

Well, I was poor.

What changed you?

God, when he gave me
this job as a...

When I was,
like you said,
born again,

God told me that...

Well, he told me
not to talk about it.

You just have to
trust me, Steve.

Yeah, I do.

I don't know why,
but I do.

Hey, I'm afraid
your old faithful
getaway driver

wouldn't have been
much use anyway.

I seem to be getting
low on gas lately.

Yeah, well...

Get a good night's
rest, Sundance.

Leave this one
to old Butch.

Terry.

Next time
you're talking to God,

do you think
you could put in
a good word for me?

You got it.

I don't know if it will
carry much weight, though.

Last time I talked to him,
he called me a scumbag.

He's really
not a scumbag. He's...

Now he's got me doing it.

He's got me doing it.

TERRY: I'm not
trying to tell you
how to do the job,

but Steve deserves
better than me.

He deserves a proper,
professional angel.

I'm not even sure
this is how to help him.

You haven't given me a sign.

[GRUNTS]

[EXCLAIMS]

Jesus Christ!

Sorry about the blasphemy.

It wasn't my fault.

I just forgot
I was immortal, okay?

And besides, if you'd
given me the wings,

it would have made
the job a lot easier.

Think about it.

"Omnipresent.
Everywhere at all times."

So that's how you knew
about all those crimes
I committed.

Every time I
did the wrong thing,
you were there.

Uh...

I'd like to explain
about that weekend
in Las Vegas

with Rocky Franchetti's
wife...

And his mother-in-law.

They were both
in the Jacuzzi...

MRS. GARNER: Good.

I was hoping
to catch you alone.

I need your help, Terry.

Oh, sure.

Oh, a favor.

Oh, you got it.

Uh, firstly, I want to
thank you about Steven.

I know his condition
hasn't improved,

but he's really perked up
since you came along.

Ah, the kid's
got ball...

Uh, guts, Mrs. Garner.

Oh, yeah. More
than most of us,
I'm afraid.

You know, it's terrible
to watch your child
dragged down by illness.

Worse when it's
both of them.

Rose hasn't got it.

Hmm? Oh, no,
not physically.

But when Steve got sick,
she turned off her life

and gave up
a good job
in public relations,

and all her
friends in the city,

and came home to help him.

I know she loves working
with the children,

but she's still
young and attractive.

She should
have a fuller life.

Yeah, I know
what you mean.

Um...

Do you find Rose
attractive, Terry?

Yeah. I reckon
your daughter's
a real class act, Mrs. G.

Good.

Then why don't you
make a pass at her?

Invite her out. Anything.

Well, I was
going to do that,

but Steve said
she's pretty fussy,

and I know I'm not
exactly off the top shelf.

[CHUCKLES]
Being fussy
is just an act

for Steven's benefit.

A woman should be told
she's attractive
and desirable,

otherwise she
ceases to be either.

Remind her.

Put a move on her.
[CHUCKLES]

You have her
mother's blessing.

Oh, for God's sake,
don't tell her that.

I'm a lone wolf,
Mrs. G.

I'm not looking
for any ties,

but I'd be delighted
to put a move
on your daughter,

as a favor.

I'm not sure that Rose
would be all that
thrilled, though.

Oh, don't worry.
She's well aware of you.

Has she said something?

Mmm... She, uh,
takes off her glasses,

fixes her hair
whenever you're around.

That says enough for me.

Is... Is tonight
too soon?

[GASPS] The sooner,
the better.

Terry...

I think you're
a class act yourself.

Yeah?

Hey, did you hear that?

A class act.

I hope you're taking notes.

Hi, Rose.

Hi.

Just preparing
for the royal visit,
are you?

Oh, I was just trying
to clean up a little bit.

I guess a dump's a dump.

I still don't understand

why Mr. Bealeman seems
to have changed his mind
about helping us.

Ah, you know
what they say, Rose.

The Lord works
in mysterious ways.

Rose, could I take
you out to dinner?

I mean, just to
sort of celebrate
George coming through.

It would be a little
premature to celebrate.

Yeah. Well, yeah.

But, uh, yes.

I'd love to have
dinner with you.

You would?

Well, great.

I'd have asked
you sooner, only, uh...Only?

I guess I figured
you were sort of
way out of my league.

That's probably
the nicest thing
anyone ever said to me.

Eight o'clock.

I'll go meet
George out front.

It's dark, you know.

We don't want him
to trip over and break
his checkbook, do we?

[CHUCKLES]

Mr. Bealeman.

Terry Dean.
We met the other night.

Oh, yes, of course.
With Rose.

I thought I better
lead you up there, sir.

It's quite
dark around here.

It certainly is.
Thank you.

There are some lights about,
but except for the rec hall,

all the power around here
was disconnected years ago.

My God, it's obvious
there's power somewhere.

Beg your pardon?

The light.

On the cross.

Where abouts?

Didn't you see that,
the cross all lit up?

Oh, the old church.

You've got better eyes
than me, Mr. Bealeman.

No, it was bright.
It was glowing.

Ah! It must have
been the lights
of a passing car

or something.

I can guarantee there's
no lights in the old church.

Went through it yesterday,

trying to
scrounge anything
for the kids' hall.

Not even a light bulb.

No, there's no power
in the old church.

Except maybe...

The power of the Lord.

[CHUCKLES]

I think we got him.

We're a good team,
you and me.

Listen, mate...

Oh, I guess you've
been asked this question

a million times, but...

Is Elvis with you?

[MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

Sir...

Detective Freebody,
Robbery Division, LAPD.

What's the problem,
officer?

We're looking
for a good friend.
Mr. Terry Dean.

Got a tip he was
around these parts.

Dean... Dean.

No. Doesn't ring a bell.

What's he wanted for?

He's not wanted
for anything.

We were just hoping
you could maybe help us out.

BARTENDER: Yeah. Yeah,
he's been in here.

He picked a fight
with Stevie Garner.

That was
the darnedest thing
I ever seen

'cause Stevie's a cri...

He's in a wheelchair.

Then they drank
together, all night.

Try asking Stevie.
He's here now.

He should know.

Hi.
How are you?

He just left.
[CHUCKLES]

Check around the back.

Mr. Garner!

Police officer!

Hey!

Uhh!

[GRUNTS]

[CRUNCH]

STEVE: Damn!

Huh...

[CHUCKLES]

Beaten by a wheelchair.
Very funny.

[PANTING]

Oh...

[GRUNTING]

[STRAINING]

Oh, [CHUCKLES]
not necessary, my boy.

My path is brightly lit.
Oh, well.

Good night, then,
Mr. Bealeman.

Good night.

Good night, indeed.

Nah.

Quit while you're ahead.

Well, how did it go?

He's not going
to fix up the hall.

What?

He's going
to build a new one.

[LAUGHS]

I can't wait
till we tell Steve.

I don't think
I even thanked him.

I reckon he knows
you're grateful.

You know,
he said the Lord works
in mysterious ways,

but I have a feeling
the Lord had a little
extra help on this one.

Well, he's a busy God.

Thanks.

Well, why don't you
buy me that dinner?

And maybe fill in
a few blank spaces,
mystery man.

Me? I'm no mystery, Rose.

I'm about as deep
as a teaspoon.

Something's wrong.

Stevie, what's wrong?

[GASPS]
You're bleeding.

[WEAKLY]
Carrying some bottles...

Broke in town.

In town? How long ago?
Long time.

I'll call an ambulance.
Keep that bandage tight.

Terry...

Two cops...

Looking for you.

They'll know where I live.
You got to go.

Oh, shit.

Well, we'll get you
fixed up first.

[EXHALES]
I must have cut a vein.

You know, they say you bleed
to death in 15 minutes.

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

It's been a lot longer.

Terry...

I'm dying.

And I'm scared.

Yeah...

I know.

But there's nothing
to be afraid of.

Trust me, Steve.
This isn't the end.

This is just the beginning.

I know.

How do you know?
How can you know?

'Cause you gave your life
for another.

That's the way I died.

That's the noblest
way to go.

God told me that.

God... God told you? God?

Yeah, God.

God sent me back

to help you, Rose,

the kids,
to help the needy.

But you...

You're not a scumbag
like I was.

No probation for you.

Where you're going,
you can forget the chair.

You'll be able
to run the 100 in 9.5.

[SCOFFS, CHUCKLES]

Steve...

I'm only
a probationary angel.

You're going to be
the real McCoy.

I know it.

Terry, I know you believe...

And I want to...

But I'm scared.

[SOBS] I am...

I'm scared.

Can't you let this kid know
it's going to be all right?

Please, God.

Give us a sign
to let him know
I'm telling the truth.

Oh, God.

Thank God.

Hey, sis.

I'll run the 100 in 9.5.

Mmm...

Stevie.

[SNIFFLES, CRYING]

[CRYING] Stevie.

He'll be fine, Rose.

He just looks so young.

Steve's with God now.

I know that for a fact.

You really do believe that,
don't you?

Yeah.

God gave me a sign.

This isn't powered
by God, Terry.

Just batteries.

I don't need
batteries, Rose.

God told me to do that.

Terry, I heard
what you told Steve,

and I'm glad
he believed you...

But you can't expect...
Rose...

Look at me.

I don't wear funny robes
or carry signs around.

I'm not a religious nut.

I just help people,
like you do.

I don't think
I'm an angel.

Oh, I don't think
I'm an angel, Rose.

I know I am.

[SIREN IN DISTANCE]

I've got to go now.

Now?

You're just going
to walk away?

I have to go.

There are things
I have to do,

but God said
I can come back...

If you want me to.

I want you to.

I will come back.
I promise.

And I can't tell lies.

I'm an angel.

Well, almost.

[SIREN GETTING NEARER]

Ma'am, what time
did this happen?

Let's go.

All right.

You got him?
Yeah.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Are you going
to be all right?

All right. I've got it.

[CLICKS]

I hope I was right
about him running
the 100 in 9.5.

Any slower than that,
he's gonna be after my hide
when I see him again.

Terry!

[EXCLAIMS]

[GASPS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Holy Je...

I'm cool.

I'm getting used to it.

Indestructible, right?

I'll be back!

TERRY: Steve's with
God now, Rose.

♪ Wings made of paper

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Or airplane

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♪ Some wings
are much harder to see

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♪ And always much larger

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♪ Some wings
are much harder to see

♪ Some are hidden completely

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are much harder to see

♪ Are they hidden
inside of you

♪ And me ♪