Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 1, Episode 2 - Show Me the Way Home - full transcript

That's good.

That's good.

Just level it out.

I think I'm getting
the hang of it now.

Oh, it just takes
a little practice.

Just relax and let go.

Okay.

Ah, shoot.

Oh, don't worry
about it. You'll have it

when you need it.

Are you sure this
is how it's done?



You are speaking to the
angel who told the Babe

which way to point.

And you know who
kept Kirk Gibson

in that locker room till he
was ready to hit that home run?

Now keep your eye on the ball

and line up your knuckles.

Fire away.

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Way to go! Good stuff! Whoo!

Heads up! Heads up!

I got it! I got it!

All right!

Okay, come on. Hustle!



Bring it in!

Get around!

Come on, Dink.
Get off your heels.

Come on, Dink. Take it to it.

Come on, Dink.

This isn't a putting green.

You call yourself a ballplayer?

Huh? Do ya?

Do ya?

Can't hear ya!

Yes.

Let's go. Put some
pop in that bat.

Drive that ball. Let's go.

Come on, gang!

Yeah, man, come on.

Get some pop in that bat.

Get off your heels,
Dink. Let's go.

Bring it home. Bring it home.

Oh, for God's sakes.

I can't take this.
You're hopeless.

If you don't care

about the game,
son, let us know.

Don't put the rest
of us through this.

Come on, now.

What are you waiting
for, an invitation?

They're expecting
you. This week,

you'll be substituting
for the history teacher.

He's on jury duty.

Perfect.

I'll simply reminisce.

And you'll also be covering

his extracurricular
responsibilities.

He's the assistant
baseball coach.

Assistant coach to him?

Uh-huh.

Reset!

Heads up!

Oh, hold it, guys.

Hold it.

How can he hit the ball
if it's thrown like that?

You see that white
thing in front of him, huh?

That's the plate.
17 inches wide.

Do you think you can
get that ball over the plate?

That's the idea of pitching.

Pitch the ball over the plate.

Come on, now. What do you say?

He's got a temper the
size of Montana, this coach.

Oh, but the wind is changing.

A mighty storm is rising.

And the rains are about
to fall hard on that man.

And he's going to need an
angel to hold the umbrella.

Me.

Don't back up on it.

Tess, I know him.

Yes, you do.

That's why you're
the angel for the job.

Well...

Earl, it's nice to
see you again.

Heads up!

See, I told you

you'd have it
when you needed it.

You trying to kill
somebody, Dink?

Damn metal bats.

I guess it's time
to play ball, huh?

♪ ♪

♪ When you walk down the road ♪

♪ Heavy burden, heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ And I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Every time, I tell
you, I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Believe me, I'll
walk with you. ♪

You all right?

You okay?

I'm really sorry.

It's okay.

I'm fine, really.

What a catch.

Lucky catch.

I don't believe in luck.

That's an awfully solid
swing you have there.

Oh, don't encourage him, lady.

It seems to me
that encouragement

goes a lot farther with
a person than yelling.

Losers get encouraged.

Winners get coached.

Come on, guys.

That's funny.

I thought you caught a
lot more fleas with honey.

Flies.

Flies.

Well... you do it your way,

I'll do it mine.

Don't mind if I do.

May I?

Thank you.

It's Dink, isn't it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, come on with me, Dink.

Hey, guys, check it out!

Which one of those
sweet little boys is yours?

You can spot a proud
mother a mile away, I guess.

It's Peter... Peter Enloe.

And I'm Laura.

My name is Tess, and
that's my friend, Monica.

If you could recommend
a place in this town

where an honest woman
could get a T-bone steak,

I sure would be grateful.

Well, as a matter of fact,

I run a sports bar
right off the highway.

Best steaks in the county.

No!

Isn't that interesting

that I found you just in time?

When you get frustrated,

you take your head
out of the game.

And you have to keep it in.

So, just relax...
shoulders back.

Keep your weight
on your back leg.

Nice easy swing.

You know you're good.

Just let it happen.

Oh, and line up your knuckles.

All right!

The Dinkman!

Base hit.

Good swing, Dink.

All right, Enloe, get in here.

Now, don't think...
don't relax...

just do it.

Ah!

Yes!

That one's going
to need a passport.

All right, let's see what
the other ballerinas can do.

Let's go!

Are you a parent or a
relative or something?

No.

But we've met before, right?

Do I look familiar?

Look, see...

See, we get a lot of
baseball freaks around here...

People want to put
their two cents in...

And all it does is
jam the kids' minds,

so... don't interfere.

This is a private practice,
players and coaches only.

I know.

So...

You know that new
assistant coach?

The one who's substituting
for the history teacher?

No way.

What do you want me to say?

I asked the county

for somebody who was
qualified in baseball and history

and her name was
at the top of the list.

As a matter of fact,

Earl, she was the
only one available.

It's unacceptable.

Well, you're going
to have to accept it.

What's the matter
with you lately?

You're a lot meaner than usual.

Big game Friday.

We going to win?

You know why you're
not a coach, Artmeir?

'Cause you got to ask.

Showers, guys.

Come on, move it.

Enloe... in my office.

Yeah, Coach?

This won't take long.

Shut the door.

I'm making you team captain.

Wow!

"Wow"?

"Wow" is no answer.

Come on, Peter.
Be more articulate.

Thanks, Coach.

I can do it.

Don't jerk my chain, son.

You're the best
ballplayer in four counties

and you would've been ticked

if you hadn't made team captain.

It's a big responsibility...

all those cheerleaders
to fight off.

But you can handle it.

I can.

One more thing. Sit down.

Friday's game against West.

We're gonna win, no problem.

You have to do
better than win, Peter.

The baseball scout
I told you about,

my old buddy from the Army?

He's scouting for
Southern Colorado now.

He'll be here
Friday for the game.

Oh, that's great!

He's got a freshman
spot available

at Southern.

And I told him all about you.

Yeah?

The problem is he's going
to be checking out this kid

from West High
for the same spot.

Whoever he likes
gets the full scholarship

and all that goes with it, so...

you got to do more than win.

Understand?

Yes, sir, I do.

You got to play like
your life depends on it.

'Cause it does.

Yeah!

Yeah...

Glasses here.

Seltzer, soda, beer.

You have worked
as a bartender, right?

Hmm... honey, you
know the martini?

You know the olive?

You know that little
red thing in the middle?

That was my idea,
the little red thing.

Well, I sure could use the help.

But the pay is low.

You just keep cookin'
them T-bone steaks.

I am very happy.

My husband loved those, too.

Must be hard without him.

It is.

Especially the parent part.

Sometimes I lie awake
at night and wonder:

did I say the right
thing to my son?

Should I have let him do this?

Should I have said no to that?

What would Frank have done?

He would be doing the
same things you're doing.

I don't know.

Truth is, I'm much
too easy on Peter.

I think he gets his
discipline from baseball.

You saw the coach today, right?

Saw, heard, and experienced him.

I know Earl's a
lot to take at first.

But he is the local hero.

Captain of the varsity
team the year we took state.

First kid from this town

to get an athletic scholarship.

First guy I knew around here

to actually have a future
bigger than working the factory.

Of course, a Purple
Heart changed all that.

He's turned pretty
bitter losing his shot.

But he still knows how to win.

And somebody like that...

taking an interest in my boy?

Well, it gives Peter
a chance, you know?

Another round, barkeep!

Two drafts and a
cranberry juice coming up.

Thank you.

Well, if it isn't Tommy Lasorda.

Good evening, Coach.

You know, you don't strike
me as the cranberry juice type.

I'm in training.

Really?

You said you got a
job, but a barkeeper?

Well, she didn't
need a stripper.

Hi, Monica. Oh, hello.

Have you told her?

Not yet.

I have an announcement to make.

Cut the music!

Can I stand up on this?

Coach, after Friday,
you can have that bench.

Thank you.

All right, I have a
toast I want to make.

Peter, get over here.

Come on. Everybody raise 'em up.

Everybody lift 'em.

Here we go.

Hey, Coachette,
what the hell is that?

It's the best I can
do on short notice.

What?

What did you say?

It's the best I could
do on short notice.

Come on, Earl.

Make your toast.

Yeah, tonight...

I want to toast this great kid.

Hard work, skill,
determination...

And great coaching.

You're damn straight.

Peter Enloe has accomplished

what most of you losers
here can only dream of.

He's about to get a scholarship,

and a ride out of this
dead-end, one-horse town.

Now, Friday, this
kid's going to play

the game of his
life, right? Huh?

And I want all of your
butts in the bleachers

to cheer him on!

Here we go!

Hold it.

You got to drink what you toast,

or it doesn't work.

Well... oh, now, Coach,

don't tell me you're
superstitious?

Malicious is more like it.

Hey, Coachette,
drink what you toast.

It's a tradition.

You're not going to
be rude, now, are you?

Bottoms up.

Hold it!

Step back.

Peter... May the
road rise before you,

may your swing be straight,

may the ball fly high and far,

and may God himself
bring you home.

Oh, come on, Franco. This
is baseball we're playing here.

If you can't get that into
that pea brain of yours

there's an opening
on the girls' flag team.

Sorry, coach.

Stand over there.

Now, watch me.

Here you go.

Your weight back, your
hands loose, loose grip,

sit to hit.

What the hell is this?

It was the best I could
do on short notice.

All right, Coachette.

Let's take some infield.

May I?

Bats are over there.

No one uses that
bat but the coach.

His father gave it to him

after he hit his first home run.

He hit a grand slam with it

in division finals,

won a state
championship with it.

He's always got it.

And he'll probably die with it.

Here. Here's a good one.

Thank you.

All right, guys, look alive.

Let's hustle.

Third base.

That's it.

That a babe. Come on now.

Damn it, Dink.

You know, I'm going to change
your name from Dink to Stink

'cause you stink, son.

Then you stand there with
that goofy look on your face.

The play isn't over
because you made an error.

It's what you do
after you miss the ball.

Get the ball!

Hustle!

Peter!

Yeah, coach?

You're the captain.

How many laps do you
think it'll take Mr. Whitten here

before he learns to hustle?

I don't know. A couple?

A couple, he won't
break a sweat.

Uh... five?

Five, my grandmother
wouldn't break a sweat.

He was trying, Coach.

He was. I saw him.

Take it easy, Coachette.

Now, you're not getting
soft on Stinky here

because he's your
friend, are you?

He's a man. He can take it.

If you're a man,
you can dish it out.

Now, let me give you a hint.

We're talking
double-digits here.

Ten.

Ten!

Ten, the captain said.

Ten unforgettable laps.

Hustle.

Come on, now! Reset!

Sometimes I hate him
so much I could kill him.

You pickin' daisies?

Stand up. Let's get in the game!

All right.

He asks Peter... Peter--

To decide how
many laps to give him.

The man is impossible.

I can't change him.

Of course not.

That's not your job.

Will you go easy on that?

I think I'm starting to like it.

So what is my job?

I mean, if he needs an
umbrella, why doesn't it rain?

Tess, why doesn't
something happen?

It's been raining all along.

You just haven't noticed.

The storm is on the inside.

Hi, Coach. Here for dinner?

Yeah, whatever you got.

Coach.

What can I do you for?

Uh... Cranberry juice.

Hitting the sauce a
little hard, are we?

Thanks.

Can I ask you a question?

Because it works.

Hard on the kids
because it works.

It has to work or they lose.

You know...

they let down their
guard for one minute

or they get sloppy
for an instant,

that's the opening the
enemy is waiting for

and bingo, they're dead.

But this is baseball.

These are kids
playing against kids.

Not the enemy.

No difference.

Today it's baseball.

Someday it'll be something else.

The kids have got to learn
to fight to win a in job, or...

Or in a war?

So that's how it
happened... in the war.

You got sloppy and you got hurt?

Are you really

trying to save these
kids from the same thing?

Or do you just need to
make someone pay for it?

Enloe?

Yeah, Coach?

Your friend do
all his laps today?

Yeah.

Good.

I expect him to do

five more before
tomorrow's practice.

Unless that'll
upset you too much.

You got too much
riding on Friday's game.

So if Dink doesn't
shape up, Captain,

you're going to have
to kick him off the team.

"To be or not to be,
that is the question

"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind

"to suffer the slings and
arrows of outrageous fortune

"or to take arms against the
sea of troubles and by opposing

end them."

Now, who can give me
an example from history

of someone who
faced this dilemma

whether to fight back or not?

Jennifer?

The Boston Tea Party.

Excellent.

Dumping the tea to protest

the king's unfair
tax was a brave risk.

It started the Revolution,

not to mention the harbor
smelled of Earl Grey for weeks.

Another one.

Rosa Parks... refused to move

to the back of the bus. Good.

Sometimes we have
to stand up and fight

for what we believe in,

and sometimes it takes
even more courage to stay put,

to hold your ground

and refuse to be bullied.

That doesn't always stop it.

No, it doesn't change the
bully, but it changes you.

Okay, that's it for today.

Okay, let's go.

Tomorrow we play West.

They're good. They're tough.

And if they win, guys,
they go to division, not you.

So I need a team of
fighters, not crybabies.

Come on, now.

Stretch, Watkins,

or you'll be doing
laps like Stinky here.

What?

Did you do your five laps

for your captain today, Dinkman?

I didn't tell him.

What?

I didn't tell him.

I didn't make him run.

Get over here, Enloe.

I gave you an order.

Well, I'm the
captain, and I say no.

Well, I'm the coach,

and I say ten. Both of you, now!

I'm not going to be bullied.

Fifteen!

Why don't you kiss my...

You watch what
you're saying, Mister.

Don't touch me!
I'll do what I want.

Peter!

You're out of here, Mister.

You can forget
about Friday's game.

The scout, the scholarship
and the rest of your lousy life.

Now you're off my team.

Now get the hell off of my field

before I show you
what a real punch is.

Now!

Peter, no, no, don't do it.

Coach...

Get away!

Coach!

Are you all right?

Peter, call an ambulance.

Dr. Collins to Three West.

Dr. Collins to
Three West, please.

How is he?

I don't know. I...

I didn't even think
I hit him that hard.

Is the young man here

who punched Coach Rowley?

That's me.

Well, I won't go into the ethics

of a young man
punching out the coach,

but I will tell you that,
except for some redness

and slight tenderness
on Mr. Rowley's jaw,

that's all you did to him.

Then why did he fall down?

I'm sorry.

I can't discuss his condition

with anyone beside family.

He doesn't have any family.

Well, I still need his consent.

Then, can we see him?

No, I'm sorry.

He doesn't want any visitors.

Maybe we should all go home.

We'll see him tomorrow.

I think that's a good idea.

Ortho Tech to Pediatrics.

Ortho Tech to Pediatrics.

I'll catch up with you
in a minute, okay?

It's time, Monica.

I've come for the coach.

Tonight?

Soon.

I don't understand, Adam.

He looked fine.

Pancreas.

Doesn't start to really
show until the final phase.

And he fought me the whole way.

Started exercising.

He stopped drinking.

He just wouldn't give up.

Man's a real fighter.

Oh, I know.

How you doing, Coach?

That's a stupid question.

Well, technically, it's
meant to be a kind of a...

an ice-breaker.

You don't intimidate
easily, do you?

Could you cower a
little just to humor me?

It's okay to be
scared, you know?

I've been scared
once in my life,

and this is not it.

I know.

It was raining that day.

When I hit the dirt today,
I had this flashback thing.

Before I went out,

it all came back to
me in one second.

The rain, the war, the blood.

We had taken terrible losses,

and the rain was turning
everything into mud.

Then I heard this lieutenant

say the most horrible word
I ever heard: "advance."

So, we charge up this hill.

I'm shooting as
fast I can, and, uh...

this guy pops up in front of me

not ten yards away...
Same size, same age...

Just in a different
uniform, that's all.

And I let my guard
down for one second.

For one second,

I saw how ridiculous war is.

And in that one
second, he shot first.

And I'm laying
there in the mud...

in the rain...
bleeding to death.

I start crying and,
uh... "This is it.

"I'm gonna die.

Oh, God, don't
let me die alone."

And then... then,
there you were,

all in white.

You're not getting wet.

You're not getting dirty.

You bandage me
up, and you say...

"It's the best I could
do On short notice."

You're... you're an
angel, aren't you?

So, what am I
supposed to do now,

thank you, is that it?

What do you mean?

What did you save my life
for if I couldn't get to live it?

I had a future to go home to.

Baseball was my life.

I was supposed to be somebody,

and what am I?

A limping has-been, never-was
high school baseball coach.

A big fish in a stinking
little hometown pond.

You want to know
why I saved your life?

Because there was something

you were supposed to do with it.

You were supposed to share it.

You could have
let your guard down

every day for the
rest of your life,

and sent 100 boys to college.

You could have
let your guard down

and put your arms
around a thousand Dinks

and told them they were okay.

But what did you
choose to do with the gift?

Oh! You spent your life
thinking about what you'd lost,

making sure that you'd never

let your guard down again.

Never letting anybody in.

Now it's too late.

You see, because
you're going to die

even more alone than
you ever were before.

I told you he
needed an umbrella,

but I didn't tell you to hit
him on the head with it.

I know. I got angry.

Well, anger's not so bad.

You just got to be careful

where you put it.

So, now you're sitting out here

contemplating the infinite, huh?

And what it takes to run it.

I can't see the plan, Tess.

I know I'm supposed
to do something,

but I don't know what.

He said so many awful things.

You see, that anger
is clouding your brain.

Forget what he said.

What did you hear?

I heard fear.

Fear that his life
has been a waste.

He knows that he's dying,

and he knows that
he's dying by himself.

Oh, honey, we all
die by ourselves.

It's living by
ourselves that hurts.

What is he leaving
behind that will last?

I don't know.

Some of our best living

is done through the
people we leave behind.

Does he believe that?

I don't know what he believes.

♪ The Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ His wonders to perform ♪

♪ He plants His
footsteps on the sea ♪

♪ And He rides on every storm ♪

♪ But He is His
own interpreter ♪

♪ And He's gonna
make it plain... ♪

Don't worry, baby.

♪ The Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ His wonders to perform ♪

♪ He plants His
footsteps on the sea ♪

♪ And He rides on every storm ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mmm, the Lord
moves in mysterious ways... ♪

Peter, you're back on the team,

and you're playing tomorrow.

But the coach...

I'm acting on
behalf of the coach.

He's okay, then?

He's going to be.

That's wonderful news.

To tell you the truth,
I was pretty worried.

I honestly didn't know
what we were going to do

if the coach kept
him out of that game.

But he'll be there
tomorrow, right?

We'll see.

Is he okay?

Don't worry.

Go home and get some rest.

I'll see you at home.

What is Earl trying to do?

Laura, the coach is dying.

Oh, my God.

Did Peter...?

No, no, it had nothing
to do with Peter.

He'd been ill for months,
but he kept it hidden.

He is a proud man.

Then he didn't put Peter
back on the team, did he?

That was you.

Peter needs his chance.

But the chance means nothing
unless it comes from the coach.

The coach has
brought him this far.

He's got to take him
the rest of the way.

Then you must go to him.

Talk to him.

Hello, Earl.

Laura.

It's not as bad as it looks.

No, of course not.

Monica's put Peter
back in tomorrow's game.

I'd have put money on that.

She told Peter it was you.

What difference does it make?

The kid has his shot.

Who cares where it came from?

Peter cares.

You two have had your problems,

but whether you like it or
not, you're the closest thing

Peter has had to a father.

Your approval still matters.

And if you... If
anything happens to you

before my son can
make amends with you,

then winning that game
tomorrow won't change Peter's life,

but remembering your
last words to him will.

Hello.

Oh, the angel of good cheer.

I can't die alone

if you're hanging
around, you know.

You told Laura, didn't you?

Remember what you said,

that your life was a waste,

and that you were
supposed to be somebody?

This is not my idea of
angels singing me to my rest.

Well, you can still be somebody.

You can.

You can help that boy.

It doesn't take a lifetime.

It can take just a day.

If you had it, would
you take it, Earl?

Would you?

Adam... You'll have
to step aside, Monica.

I'm sorry.

Ach, no. Adam, no.

Please don't make
this any harder.

Mr. Rowley?

Please, Adam, don't.

It's not like this guy deserves
another chance, you know.

That's why he needs one.

Tomorrow, then.

You've got your chance, Coach.

Now it's up to you.

That's two for two!

Got it!

Heads up, guys.

That's it!

There you go!

Come on!

Come on! Second base.

That's it!

Tess, any last-minute pointers?

Well, same thing
I told the Babe:

Hit far and run fast.

That's it?

Well, I never got any
complaints out of him.

Is he here?

The scout?

I will pray for his
enlightenment.

Okay, fellas, listen up.

Today, we're really going
to go out there a-a-and...

a-a-and kick butt.

But just in case we
get kicked instead,

I want each and every one of you

to know that...
that you're terrific.

Well, that was inspiring.

Play ball!

Okay, let's go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Come on!

Peter?

He's a real bastard,
you know that?

I understand how you feel.

I've never played a
game without him here.

Peter, that scout
up in the stands

is going to recognize
your talent today.

And you'll have to play 100
games without Coach Rowley.

Today might just
be the first of them.

Batter up!

Safe!

He's outta there!

Yes.

Way to hustle, Peter.

Great play!

Safe.

Nice try, Dink.

Come on, come on!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go home!

You're out.

I've lost it.

Second base, second base!

You're outta there!

Go, baby, go, go, go!

Safe!

Ho-Hold up!

Strike three.

You're outta there.

Come on, Peter.

Time!

Let's go, Peter.

Bases loaded.

Two outs.

Run on anything.

Play ball!

Strike!

The other boy the
scout is considering?

That's him.

It's never simple, is it?

Strike two.

Take it easy, sweetheart.

Relax, Enloe.

You get frustrated,

you take your head
out of the game.

Time, Blue?

Time!

I deserved that
punch the other day.

Yeah, I'm just sorry

that I'm the one who
had to give it to you.

You know, I've been
doing some thinking,

and, uh, I've been pretty rough

on you guys the
last couple of weeks.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to hear it anymore.

You do the right thing,
you won't have to.

Wait a minute.

Give me that bat.

Damn metal bats.

Here you go, pal.

Let's do it.

All right, stick to it, Pete!

Stick to it! All right!

Here we go!

Here, you're going to need
a couple of swigs of this.

Hot sauce...

Pete, it's all
yours! You got it.

Let's play ball.

Let's go.

Nice and easy now, Peter.

Swing!

Yes!

Home.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Stay, stay, stay!

Home.

Come home.

Come home, kid.

Bring it on home.
Who loves you, baby?

Safe!

Yeah!

Yes!

Way to go, Peter.

Did you do that for me, kid?

Hell, no.

Attaboy!

Good boy you got there, Earl.

Yeah, I told you so.

You like Colorado, son?

Yes, sir, I do.

We'll see you in the fall.

Thanks, Hank.

Good hustle, Dink.

Thanks, Coach.

I do what I can.

I didn't think

I was going to make
it without you here.

Then I'm rounding those bases,

the only thing I can hear is
everybody telling me to stop.

And then I hear you in my head

telling me to go for it.

Sorry about that.

I'm not.

I want you to know,
every game I ever play

I'm going to hear
you in my head.

Thanks for this.

Yeah, hold on to
that for a while, huh?

I'll get it from you later.

Charley Gehringer. Roger Maris.

Tough to beat, but
what about Ralph Kiner?

Voice of the Mets.

No, when he led the league
seven years straight home runs.

You're tough, pal. Hi.

Hi.

We're just getting acquainted.

He's a big baseball fan, too.

Ah, that doesn't surprise me.

And I'm stalling for time, huh?

You know, until last night,
I was afraid of this... dying.

Until last night, you
weren't really living.

Thank you, Monica.

Batter up, Mr. Rowley.

Earl Rowley, rounding
third, heading for home.

What do I do?

Just let your guard down.

Would you hold my hand?

♪ The Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ His wonders to perform ♪

♪ Plants His
footsteps on the sea ♪

♪ And He rides on every storm ♪

♪ But He is His
own interpreter ♪

♪ And He's going
to make it plain ♪

♪ Hmm, the Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ And He can ride
on any storm... ♪