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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.

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