Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 2, Episode 20 - The Portrait of Mrs. Campbell - full transcript
Makes you think, doesn't it?
Yeah. Makes me think
this man's in the
wrong line of work.
This looks like
an interesting one.
It's as if there's another
painting underneath.
Pentimento.
The wee red thing in an olive?
No, that's a pimento.
I love olives.
Please, stay with me here.
Pentimento is when
one painting is
painted over another.
It's like
the artist started
painting a sunny day
and something changed,
and she painted
right over the top of it.
Well, why wouldn't she
just start a new canvas?
'Cause she thought
she could hide it.
People do that
all the time, baby,
whether they're artists or not.
They find something in
their lives they don't like,
they paint right over it
so no one else can see it.
But it doesn't go away.
No, it doesn't.
Your job is to help them expose
their true colours to the light.
Hmm.
Look, Tess, over here.
Ah, now that's the
kind of art I'm good at.
I know. You're going
to have to work on that.
Neil, it's getting late.
Honey, hurry up.
Your mum wants to say good-bye.
Oh, I'm not saying
good-bye here.
I'm going with you.
To the base?
Yes, of course.
Well, Marian, it's...
it's usually the wives
who take the husbands,
uh, not... not the mothers.
I'm not like most mothers.
You're not going to
take pictures, are you?
Neil doesn't like
his picture taken.
We're taking my car.
So which one of them
is my assignment?
Both of them... Mother
and daughter-in-law.
Two?
But how can I keep track
of two assignments at once?
Don't worry.
You can always find them
at each other's throats.
So this is about two
women that don't get along?
Things are never that simple,
and you know it, Miss Wings.
Then, are there
lives at stake here?
More lives and
souls than you know.
♫ 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. ♫
I guess this is it.
Yeah, I guess so.
I'm going to miss you.
I'm packing you a sweater.
Thanks, Mom.
I already put one in there.
Oh, one more won't hurt.
There is a weight limit, Marian.
Well, then he'll want to
take his favourite, hmm?
I'm going to need
a minute in private.
All right. We'll
be in the kitchen.
No, Mom, I mean
I want to be alone with April.
Oh. Of course.
Are you okay, Mom?
Fine. It's nothing.
I... I have a plan.
I'm going to have a baby
on a nuclear submarine,
and you're going to
live with your mum
for the next six months.
Well, at least you're
sounding positive.
I am?
You're not saying "if we
have a baby" this time.
I've got to be positive.
I just wish I didn't
have to go through it all
with your mother.
Baby, we've been through this.
You can't take any
chances this time.
You can't be alone, and
I can't be there for you.
Look, just hang
in there, all right?
And when I get back,
we'll get a nice transfer
to someplace in paradise.
Palm trees and an
officer's bungalow.
Mmm.
And a hut for the mother-in-law.
You just watch out
for the peanut, okay?
Jennifer.
Honey, you've got to
call her by her name,
even before she's born.
Jennifer.
Hey, Jenny?
You remember to tell your
mommy how much I love her.
Duty calls.
You're going to be late.
Marian, could you just... What?
Okay.
Wait a second, all right?
You two are going to be
spending six months together.
I love you.
And I love you, too.
And I would like very much
for the women in this family
to be in once piece
when I get back.
All right, let's go.
I'm driving.
What about the sweater?
We'll pack it in the car.
Okay, I have a theory.
Oh, this should be good.
The two women
are obviously jealous
because they both
love the same man,
in different ways, of course.
And as soon as they see
that they have love
in common, "Poof."
"Poof"?
Mm. Case closed.
Oh, I see.
So their problem is love, huh?
Yes.
Well, no, not exactly.
That's a dandy theory.
It's too bad it's all wrong.
There's more to this
than meets the eye, angel girl.
Pentimento?
Pentimento.
I don't know if I
can do this, Tess.
Oh, that's not true.
I've seen you
paint. You're good.
Well, that was a room.
This is a face.
Well, think of a face
as a nice, flat wall.
I wish I knew more
about this case.
Well, you'll know what you need
when you need it.
I'll be back to check on you.
Three things to remember:
I love you.
Number two, you're
not here for the art...
You're here for the people.
Number three, take off this hat.
Mrs. Campbell?
Yes?
My name is Monica,
and, uh... I'm sorry,
but whatever it is you're
selling I'm not interested.
Oh, no, I'm not
selling anything.
I have a gift for you.
A gift?
Yes, I'm here to paint
your portrait as a gift.
From whom?
I don't know
anything about this.
It's from Neil, I know it is.
My husband.
My son.
I guess he wanted us
to do something together
to take our minds
off being together.
Well, let's see.
It says here, the
subject is Mrs. Campbell.
Just me.
What do you mean, just you?
April would Neil want
a portrait taken of you
the way you look now?
Excuse me?
I-I have an idea.
Why don't we paint both of you
at the same time, side by side?
Well, not at the
same time, then?
Maybe Mrs. Campbell
on the left first,
and then later, Mrs.
Campbell on the right?
It's very nice.
Mail's here.
Junk, bills, bills,
Hampshire Hall, junk...
Please don't go through my mail.
Fine. Can you just tell me
if there's anything here for me?
Of course.
Uh, just put it over there.
Do you think maybe
you could lift your
chin up a wee bit?
And smile.
I'm, uh, tired.
You, uh, have been
looking a little worn out lately.
Well, company does that to you.
You're not doing anything
abstract, are you?
Oh, no. It's, um, it's
more impressionist.
Do you think you could
hold your hands in your lap?
You know, more natural.
Oh.
I need an eraser.
You know, I-I can
help you find one.
April!
I'm happy to share
my house with you,
but this desk is off limits.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I was just
looking for an eraser.
Do you understand?
Yes.
I understand.
Monica, it's, uh, 2:30,
and I need to go out.
Oh, but I haven't nearly
finished sketching.
I'm sorry, but I have a
standing appointment
every Wednesday at 3:00.
What kind of appointment?
A standing appointment.
Um... perhaps tomorrow then?
Yes.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Good-bye, Monica.
Bye.
She's a very powerful woman.
Yeah.
I don't think that that canvas
is big enough
for the both of us.
Monica, do you... have
to leave right away?
No.
You see, we've had
three miscarriages,
but this time we're further
along than ever before.
I don't know, I just feel
different about this one.
There.
Oh, it's going to take
days before I finish this.
Do you think this is too cute?
It is too cute, isn't it?
No. Not for a baby.
Oh, I can't believe
I'm already tired.
Why don't you sit down
and have a wee rest,
and I'll press on?
Oh, no, that's all right.
Go on, really. Please?
Thanks.
It's great having a real
artist around the house.
Oh, here.
April?
I thought I heard...
What have you done?
Uh. Mmm.
Marian, we thought
we'd get started.
Oh, Monica.
It's perfect!
How did you do that?
How dare you?!
This is my house.
How it's decorated
is no one else's
decision but mine.
Excuse me.
I'm terribly sorry.
Please confine
your artistic efforts
to the portrait, from
now on, Monica.
Yes, of course.
We told you this day would come.
What else did you
expect, Marian Jane?
I'll get it.
Hello?
Hey, babe.
Honey!
Neil.
Where are you?
I can't tell you, sorry.
But I'm definitely
at a pay phone
with the whole Navy
waiting to use the phone.
I just wanted to call you
and tell you I love you
one more time
before I hit the water.
Well, go for it.
Hey, are you and
Mom getting along?
Uh, not at all.
So, she's standing
right there, huh?
Uh-huh, absolutely.
You know, why don't you
talk to your mum for a minute,
before she takes
the phone from me,
and then I'll say good-bye.
Okay. Neil!
Is everything okay?
Yes, of course.
Everything's just fine.
You keeping an eye on April?
Of course I'm
keeping an eye on her.
It's not as if she's due
tomorrow, you know.
And remember to write us
as much as you can, okay?
Take care, honey.
You hung up.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sure he'll call back again.
No, he won't call back again.
He's in a nuclear submarine.
You don't just pick
up the phone and call.
Now it could be months.
It was an accident.
It was no accident;
You did it on purpose,
like you do everything
on purpose, Marian.
That is not true.
Just admit it.
You don't like me,
you don't want me in your house,
and now finally that
I'm going to have a baby,
you don't even care.
April! April. Oh,
please, don't even go
and give me one
of those dizzy spells.
You're not fooling
any... Marian?
Marian?
Oh, my God, Marian.
Andrew, was I too late?
Oh, no; You're
just getting started.
Yes, this is an emergency.
We need an ambulance right away.
Doctor Toma, please
see the nutritionist.
Doctor Toma, please
see the nutritionist.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Thanks for coming with me.
I, I don't know a soul here.
I guess that's the
life of a military wife.
Every day I promise myself
we are not going to fight.
And then she says
something to me,
and the words just come
flying out of my mouth.
I don't know why.
Mrs. Campbell?
Yes?
I have the test results.
What we're looking
at is aplastic anemia.
What's that?
Well, she's unable to produce
healthy new blood cells.
This has probably been
developing for many months,
but it reached a crisis
point the other night.
She's going to need a bone
marrow transplant right away.
Oh, God.
Now, our best chance
of finding a match
is to use a relative,
preferably a sibling.
My husband is the
only relative she has.
He's in the Navy.
He just shipped out.
Okay, well, we need to
contact him right away.
Even though the chances
of a successful
match are very slim,
this may be our best option.
Uh, I'll try.
The sooner we
perform the transplant,
the better the chance she has.
Are you saying
that she could die?
Yes.
She's awake now.
You can go see her.
Oh, good.
Shall we go in, April?
No, uh, y-you go without me.
I think I should try
to reach Neil first.
Hi. I'm sorry to
keep you waiting.
I'm Andrew.
Hi, I'm Mrs. Campbell,
and this is Monica.
Hello. Hello.
So, you're the
transplant coordinator?
That's right.
It's a temporary
assignment, but I assure you
that you will have
everything you need.
Now, have you been able
to reach your husband?
No, they're still cutting
through some red tape.
Nobody knows how
long it's going to take.
Okay, well, I've been in touch
with the National
Marrow Donor Program,
so we'll see if we can
find a match through them.
How good are the chances?
They're not good.
Your mother-in-law
has certain antibodies
which will make locating a match
like finding a
needle in a haystack.
Well, is there
anything that I can do?
Yes, you start calling friends
and get them down
here to be tested...
Anybody, everybody
that she knows.
Because, really, at this
point, it's a numbers game.
Just get her friends down here.
I don't think that she
has many friends.
Hello, is this, um,
Thomas Ambercrombie?
Yes.
Hi, uh, you don't know me.
My name is, is April Campbell.
I'm Marian Campbell's
daughter-in-law.
I-I found your name
in her phone book.
Um... s-she isn't well.
She needs a bone marrow
transplant, and we were hoping
that her closest
friends would...
Well, I'm just her plumber.
You're her plumber?
Well, th-that's okay.
Well, if you just
leave Marian's name,
they'll take care of you.
Yes, thank you, Mr. Weeblestock,
and if I ever need
my furniture refinished,
I'll give you a call.
Good luck; Take care.
Right, thanks.
I don't know.
I called everybody
from Ambercrombie
to Weeblestock,
and, well, none of them
were personal friends.
You were right.
She must be so lonely.
Hello?
Mrs. Campbell?
Yes?
This is Georgette.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Is everything all right?
Oh, you must mean
my mother-in-law.
I'm the other Mrs. Campbell.
Hello?
Hmm, that was strange.
April, I know this
may be a bad time,
but it may be the
only time we have.
I have a favour to ask.
I'm so glad Monica's been
around to help you out.
Monica, I'll be happy to
compensate you for your time.
Oh, that's not necessary.
Don't worry about the money.
I've always paid my own way.
Even to your wedding.
We offered to
pay for your ticket.
You refused.
I didn't want to be a burden.
Besides, by the time you offered
to pay for it, I'd already
bought my own ticket.
We asked you when
we got engaged.
You did not. Yes, I did.
Hey. Hey, how's it going?
Bearing up.
Good, great.
It's... it's coming
along, isn't it?
Marian, who's Georgette?
You went through my letters
after I specifically
asked you not to do it?
No, I didn't.
Someone named Georgette
called looking for you.
I am not interested in excuses.
I'm tired, and I
want to be left alone.
That's fine with me.
Uh, maybe we
should call it a day.
It'll just take me a
minute to pack up.
April?
Hmm? Hi.
Hey. How you feeling?
I'm fine.
How's the, uh, testing going?
There's no match yet.
Can a pregnant woman be tested?
Absolutely.
It's as simple as
a blood test, really.
It's a long shot, but
I think it's worth it.
I wonder if she'd mind.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why on earth would she mind?
I'm afraid she might not
want anything from me.
Come on.
So, it's going to be a girl.
Mm-hmm.
Tess is a beautiful
name for a girl.
Yes!
Thank you, Andrew.
April, you're a match.
That was fast.
I'm the donor?
Yup.
There's one more thing.
Lunch.
No thank you.
I'm not hungry.
Well, I'll just leave it in case
you change your mind.
You must be relieved.
What do you mean?
Now that they found
a match.
Who is it?
Your daughter-in-law.
April?
And not many women
would take that risk, either.
What do you mean?
Donating bone marrow
is uncomfortable for anyone,
but for a pregnant woman...
Could anything
happen to the baby?
Well, any medical
procedure is risky
when you're that far along.
But it seems to be a
chance she's willing to take.
She must love you very much.
Uh, excuse me.
I saw your mother-in-law.
You didn't tell her
you're donating
your bone marrow?
It wouldn't matter.
I can't win no matter what I do.
Still, she should be
in on the decisions.
It's her grandchild.
Jennifer will not
be her grandchild.
She'll be another
female competing
for her son's affections.
Well, honey, if
you don't like her,
why are you doing this?
Because I love her son.
And if he came home and realized
that there was a chance
I could have saved her,
and I didn't take it,
he would never forgive me.
Well, what if he
comes home and finds
he's lost his mother
and his baby?
Then I would never forgive her.
Let me get this straight.
You're doing this, not to
save your mother-in-law.
Not out of love.
Tess, I don't understand.
I mean, what
difference does it make
why April is
donating her marrow?
Doing the right thing
for the wrong reason
won't bring those
two one step closer.
Yeah, but it'll
save Marian's life.
We're not here
just to save a life.
There are souls involved here.
Five to be exact.
Five?
Well, there's Marian and April
and Jennifer and Neil and...
who?
Hi.
I, uh... I brought you a robe.
I was sure I put one
in the bag for you.
I wanted to talk to you.
I, uh... used the
robe as an excuse.
I'm sorry.
Wait a minute.
Please.
Hear me out.
I can't let you
jeopardize the baby.
But I will never forget
that you were willing to do it.
Marian, you could die.
I can accept that.
Maybe I deserve to.
I-I... I don't understand you.
We told you this day would come.
What else did you
expect, Marian Jane?
You broke God's law.
And now you will
have to pay for that
for the rest of your life.
All right, 7:00 on the dot.
And remember, don't
have anything to eat
after 7:00 the night before.
You are gonna be there?
Absolutely.
Are you sure you
want to do this?
No, not really.
I'm a... I'm a little afraid.
But I don't have
any other choice.
You know, it's a funny
thing about being afraid.
It kind of has this way
of getting in your face
so that it's all
that you can see.
And there's always
another choice out there.
But as long as you're afraid,
you'll never be able to see it.
You don't have to die, you know.
I don't want to die.
Keep your mouth shut till
we get your temperature.
You think by
letting yourself die
you can protect somebody else.
You die, you can't
protect anybody.
If you die,
you're abandoning your
son, your daughter-in-law,
your grandchild, and the
one who needs you the most.
You know who I'm talking about.
You cannot keep
that secret forever.
If you keep quiet,
not only will you die...
but your family will
find out about it anyway.
Then there will
be more questions
that will lead to
more heartaches
'cause you won't be
around to answer 'em.
Mrs. Campbell,
this is Georgette.
I'm just calling to say
that we've missed
you again today.
Please give me a
call when you get in.
Georgette.
The mysterious Georgette.
I wish I could understand her.
Jennifer, your...
Your grandma wants to die.
So that just leaves
you and me all alone.
So you got to be strong, okay?
You got to hang in there.
'Cause I'm afraid
I'm losing you, too.
April?
You scared me.
You're not supposed to
open that desk, are you?
Uh, no, I'm not.
What are you, um...?
What are you doing here?
I'm waiting for you.
Don't be afraid.
I'm an angel.
Sent by God to tell you
that fear has no
place in your life.
But I am afraid.
I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid that my...
my baby's gonna die,
that Marian's gonna die.
That she wants to die.
And if she does...
Oh, God, if she does.
God has many names.
Jehovah, Almighty,
Everlasting Father,
Alpha and Omega,
but do you know
what He calls Himself?
I am.
If you ask God who He
is, that's what He'll tell you.
I am.
Not I was, or I'm
going to be, but I am.
And He'll tell you, I am here
because you need me to be.
And April, if God is here,
right here, right now,
then what is there to fear?
There is so much that
God wants to show you,
but your fear gets in the way.
Give it to Him,
right here, right now.
And then you will see
that the answer is
right there in your hand.
Take it... please.
Take it.
Georgette.
I'm very sorry to hear this.
Mrs. Campbell is quite
a remarkable woman.
She means a lot
to the people here.
She sends you money every month?
Money, clothing, books,
whatever she can
get her hands on.
She's never missed
her weekly visit,
which is why I called.
I'm sorry. I-I just
don't understand.
If she volunteers here,
why does she keep it a secret?
That's why I asked you to come.
Under any other circumstances,
I'd keep this confidential.
She's always insisted on it.
But if it's a matter
of life or death,
then there's someone
in here you should meet.
Hi, Tommy.
Hi, Georgette.
Do you know who this is?
April.
Where did you...?
This is Tommy, Marian's son.
One more minute,
and I'll be all finished.
I can't wait to see
it when it's done.
Ah, there's no hurry.
"Patience is a virtue."
"He who hesitates is lost."
"Haste makes waste."
Marian... I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'll get out of your way.
I'm all finished.
What is that?
It's the portrait
of the two of you.
No, really, what is it?
No, really.
Are you sure you're an angel?
We all have different gifts.
I'm going to go and
clean my brushes.
Marian, I, uh, I
need to talk to you.
There's nothing to talk about.
I'm not taking your marrow.
I saw Tommy.
Does Neil know about him?
Why haven't you ever told him?
It's none of your business.
But what about Neil?
I mean, isn't it his business?
My God.
Marian, he has a brother.
Shouldn't you have
at least told him?
Is there nothing sacred to you?
I take you into my home,
and this is how you repay me?
By invading my privacy?
Going through my things?
I didn't do that.
Get out of here.
Do you understand?
Now get out of here.
Get out!
What do you want?
I think the question
is: What do you want?
What do I want?
What do I want?
Oh, God.
Just some peace.
That's all I want is
just a little peace.
Well, that's definitely
something you can have.
What are you?
I'm an angel, Marian.
And I've got a message
for you from God.
I know, I know.
I know it already.
God isn't through with me.
He's going to punish
me again, isn't He?
Let my grandchild
die, so that I can live?
Then He's going to
torture me again, isn't He?
God, when is this going to stop?
God loves you, Marian.
And, yes, you made a
mistake a long time ago.
That's true.
But you weren't ready
to be a mother at 16,
and you certainly weren't ready
to raise a special
child like Tommy.
That's true also.
But somebody took the truth
and twisted it into shame
and told you that
Tommy was a punishment
instead of a gift.
God did not judge you
when you had that baby.
Others did.
And you believed their lies
and accepted their shame
instead of God's love.
God... loves me?
More than you know.
April is trying very
hard to love you.
It's not easy for her,
because she's afraid.
Afraid of what?
Of your rejection.
Of being all alone.
Of not being a good mother
to that baby she's carrying.
But she'll be a
wonderful mother.
Did you ever tell her?
Have you ever once
thought of what it must be like
growing up without a mother?
I know what it's like.
My mother didn't die, but
she was never there for me,
especially when...
Especially when you needed her.
April needs you.
She's afraid to
admit it, but she does.
And you, sweetheart,
you need her.
And if you would open
that door in your heart,
you might just find
that you love her, too.
It's time for
forgiveness, Marian.
Forgive, and be forgiven,
and God will fill your heart
with a peace beyond
understanding.
Marian, I'm...
I'm... I'm sorry.
What?
I am so sorry.
Come here.
Please.
I was 16.
I thought I was in love.
Tommy was born physically
and mentally handicapped.
My father said that Tommy
was God's punishment for my sin.
They made me give him up.
When I was 18, I left home.
It took me quite a while,
but I finally found my baby.
He was in a terrible place.
A state institution.
He was three years old.
And he was the
sweetest little thing.
But nobody wanted him.
So I went to work,
and I found a place
that would take
good care of him.
And I visited him
every chance I got.
And you never told anybody?
I was ashamed.
I loved him, but
I-I was ashamed.
So, no, I never told anyone.
I never told my husband.
I never told Neil.
No one except you.
Hello?
Tommy.
Mommy.
Oh.
They told me you were sick.
Uh, I'm just a little tired.
You don't think
I know, but I do.
You could die.
You could go away forever
and never come back.
But I can help.
Tommy.
No.
You are not going to
use him to save me.
He doesn't understand.
Mommy?
Marian, he is a perfect match.
A perfect match.
And I explained
everything to him.
He does understand.
Mommy, please.
I want to help you.
I want to do
something that matters.
Everything you've ever
done has mattered, Tommy.
Did you tell her, April?
Tell her what, Tommy?
April's going to have a baby.
I know.
And she is going to
be a wonderful mother.
Thank you.
And so are you.
Come in.
Hi.
Hey, babe.
You made it.
Red Cross picked me up
as soon as we surfaced.
Is everything okay?
Mm. Everything is fine
with me, your mother,
and baby Marian's fine.
Marian?
What happened to Jennifer?
Well, we'll just have to
work on her for the next time.
Neil.
Mom.
Oh, Neil.
Tommy, this is your brother.
Yeah, I know.
Hi, bro.
Hey, buddy.
And here's your daughter.
Hi, baby.
Yes.
You want to hold her?
Yeah.
Be careful with her head.
Oh. Yes.
Okay.
Monica.
I just came to say good-bye.
Thank you.
You have a beautiful family.
What about the portrait?
Ah, well, now,
it's funny you
should mention that,
because I can't find it.
I found it.
Ah.
Ladies and gentlemen,
and uh, baby,
the most recent work
of a remarkable artist, Monica.
Oh, it's beautiful.
It is.
Hey, I'm in it.
Me, too.
Monica, how did you do...?
I prayed.
Imagine that.
Yeah. Makes me think
this man's in the
wrong line of work.
This looks like
an interesting one.
It's as if there's another
painting underneath.
Pentimento.
The wee red thing in an olive?
No, that's a pimento.
I love olives.
Please, stay with me here.
Pentimento is when
one painting is
painted over another.
It's like
the artist started
painting a sunny day
and something changed,
and she painted
right over the top of it.
Well, why wouldn't she
just start a new canvas?
'Cause she thought
she could hide it.
People do that
all the time, baby,
whether they're artists or not.
They find something in
their lives they don't like,
they paint right over it
so no one else can see it.
But it doesn't go away.
No, it doesn't.
Your job is to help them expose
their true colours to the light.
Hmm.
Look, Tess, over here.
Ah, now that's the
kind of art I'm good at.
I know. You're going
to have to work on that.
Neil, it's getting late.
Honey, hurry up.
Your mum wants to say good-bye.
Oh, I'm not saying
good-bye here.
I'm going with you.
To the base?
Yes, of course.
Well, Marian, it's...
it's usually the wives
who take the husbands,
uh, not... not the mothers.
I'm not like most mothers.
You're not going to
take pictures, are you?
Neil doesn't like
his picture taken.
We're taking my car.
So which one of them
is my assignment?
Both of them... Mother
and daughter-in-law.
Two?
But how can I keep track
of two assignments at once?
Don't worry.
You can always find them
at each other's throats.
So this is about two
women that don't get along?
Things are never that simple,
and you know it, Miss Wings.
Then, are there
lives at stake here?
More lives and
souls than you know.
♫ 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. ♫
I guess this is it.
Yeah, I guess so.
I'm going to miss you.
I'm packing you a sweater.
Thanks, Mom.
I already put one in there.
Oh, one more won't hurt.
There is a weight limit, Marian.
Well, then he'll want to
take his favourite, hmm?
I'm going to need
a minute in private.
All right. We'll
be in the kitchen.
No, Mom, I mean
I want to be alone with April.
Oh. Of course.
Are you okay, Mom?
Fine. It's nothing.
I... I have a plan.
I'm going to have a baby
on a nuclear submarine,
and you're going to
live with your mum
for the next six months.
Well, at least you're
sounding positive.
I am?
You're not saying "if we
have a baby" this time.
I've got to be positive.
I just wish I didn't
have to go through it all
with your mother.
Baby, we've been through this.
You can't take any
chances this time.
You can't be alone, and
I can't be there for you.
Look, just hang
in there, all right?
And when I get back,
we'll get a nice transfer
to someplace in paradise.
Palm trees and an
officer's bungalow.
Mmm.
And a hut for the mother-in-law.
You just watch out
for the peanut, okay?
Jennifer.
Honey, you've got to
call her by her name,
even before she's born.
Jennifer.
Hey, Jenny?
You remember to tell your
mommy how much I love her.
Duty calls.
You're going to be late.
Marian, could you just... What?
Okay.
Wait a second, all right?
You two are going to be
spending six months together.
I love you.
And I love you, too.
And I would like very much
for the women in this family
to be in once piece
when I get back.
All right, let's go.
I'm driving.
What about the sweater?
We'll pack it in the car.
Okay, I have a theory.
Oh, this should be good.
The two women
are obviously jealous
because they both
love the same man,
in different ways, of course.
And as soon as they see
that they have love
in common, "Poof."
"Poof"?
Mm. Case closed.
Oh, I see.
So their problem is love, huh?
Yes.
Well, no, not exactly.
That's a dandy theory.
It's too bad it's all wrong.
There's more to this
than meets the eye, angel girl.
Pentimento?
Pentimento.
I don't know if I
can do this, Tess.
Oh, that's not true.
I've seen you
paint. You're good.
Well, that was a room.
This is a face.
Well, think of a face
as a nice, flat wall.
I wish I knew more
about this case.
Well, you'll know what you need
when you need it.
I'll be back to check on you.
Three things to remember:
I love you.
Number two, you're
not here for the art...
You're here for the people.
Number three, take off this hat.
Mrs. Campbell?
Yes?
My name is Monica,
and, uh... I'm sorry,
but whatever it is you're
selling I'm not interested.
Oh, no, I'm not
selling anything.
I have a gift for you.
A gift?
Yes, I'm here to paint
your portrait as a gift.
From whom?
I don't know
anything about this.
It's from Neil, I know it is.
My husband.
My son.
I guess he wanted us
to do something together
to take our minds
off being together.
Well, let's see.
It says here, the
subject is Mrs. Campbell.
Just me.
What do you mean, just you?
April would Neil want
a portrait taken of you
the way you look now?
Excuse me?
I-I have an idea.
Why don't we paint both of you
at the same time, side by side?
Well, not at the
same time, then?
Maybe Mrs. Campbell
on the left first,
and then later, Mrs.
Campbell on the right?
It's very nice.
Mail's here.
Junk, bills, bills,
Hampshire Hall, junk...
Please don't go through my mail.
Fine. Can you just tell me
if there's anything here for me?
Of course.
Uh, just put it over there.
Do you think maybe
you could lift your
chin up a wee bit?
And smile.
I'm, uh, tired.
You, uh, have been
looking a little worn out lately.
Well, company does that to you.
You're not doing anything
abstract, are you?
Oh, no. It's, um, it's
more impressionist.
Do you think you could
hold your hands in your lap?
You know, more natural.
Oh.
I need an eraser.
You know, I-I can
help you find one.
April!
I'm happy to share
my house with you,
but this desk is off limits.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I was just
looking for an eraser.
Do you understand?
Yes.
I understand.
Monica, it's, uh, 2:30,
and I need to go out.
Oh, but I haven't nearly
finished sketching.
I'm sorry, but I have a
standing appointment
every Wednesday at 3:00.
What kind of appointment?
A standing appointment.
Um... perhaps tomorrow then?
Yes.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Good-bye, Monica.
Bye.
She's a very powerful woman.
Yeah.
I don't think that that canvas
is big enough
for the both of us.
Monica, do you... have
to leave right away?
No.
You see, we've had
three miscarriages,
but this time we're further
along than ever before.
I don't know, I just feel
different about this one.
There.
Oh, it's going to take
days before I finish this.
Do you think this is too cute?
It is too cute, isn't it?
No. Not for a baby.
Oh, I can't believe
I'm already tired.
Why don't you sit down
and have a wee rest,
and I'll press on?
Oh, no, that's all right.
Go on, really. Please?
Thanks.
It's great having a real
artist around the house.
Oh, here.
April?
I thought I heard...
What have you done?
Uh. Mmm.
Marian, we thought
we'd get started.
Oh, Monica.
It's perfect!
How did you do that?
How dare you?!
This is my house.
How it's decorated
is no one else's
decision but mine.
Excuse me.
I'm terribly sorry.
Please confine
your artistic efforts
to the portrait, from
now on, Monica.
Yes, of course.
We told you this day would come.
What else did you
expect, Marian Jane?
I'll get it.
Hello?
Hey, babe.
Honey!
Neil.
Where are you?
I can't tell you, sorry.
But I'm definitely
at a pay phone
with the whole Navy
waiting to use the phone.
I just wanted to call you
and tell you I love you
one more time
before I hit the water.
Well, go for it.
Hey, are you and
Mom getting along?
Uh, not at all.
So, she's standing
right there, huh?
Uh-huh, absolutely.
You know, why don't you
talk to your mum for a minute,
before she takes
the phone from me,
and then I'll say good-bye.
Okay. Neil!
Is everything okay?
Yes, of course.
Everything's just fine.
You keeping an eye on April?
Of course I'm
keeping an eye on her.
It's not as if she's due
tomorrow, you know.
And remember to write us
as much as you can, okay?
Take care, honey.
You hung up.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sure he'll call back again.
No, he won't call back again.
He's in a nuclear submarine.
You don't just pick
up the phone and call.
Now it could be months.
It was an accident.
It was no accident;
You did it on purpose,
like you do everything
on purpose, Marian.
That is not true.
Just admit it.
You don't like me,
you don't want me in your house,
and now finally that
I'm going to have a baby,
you don't even care.
April! April. Oh,
please, don't even go
and give me one
of those dizzy spells.
You're not fooling
any... Marian?
Marian?
Oh, my God, Marian.
Andrew, was I too late?
Oh, no; You're
just getting started.
Yes, this is an emergency.
We need an ambulance right away.
Doctor Toma, please
see the nutritionist.
Doctor Toma, please
see the nutritionist.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Thanks for coming with me.
I, I don't know a soul here.
I guess that's the
life of a military wife.
Every day I promise myself
we are not going to fight.
And then she says
something to me,
and the words just come
flying out of my mouth.
I don't know why.
Mrs. Campbell?
Yes?
I have the test results.
What we're looking
at is aplastic anemia.
What's that?
Well, she's unable to produce
healthy new blood cells.
This has probably been
developing for many months,
but it reached a crisis
point the other night.
She's going to need a bone
marrow transplant right away.
Oh, God.
Now, our best chance
of finding a match
is to use a relative,
preferably a sibling.
My husband is the
only relative she has.
He's in the Navy.
He just shipped out.
Okay, well, we need to
contact him right away.
Even though the chances
of a successful
match are very slim,
this may be our best option.
Uh, I'll try.
The sooner we
perform the transplant,
the better the chance she has.
Are you saying
that she could die?
Yes.
She's awake now.
You can go see her.
Oh, good.
Shall we go in, April?
No, uh, y-you go without me.
I think I should try
to reach Neil first.
Hi. I'm sorry to
keep you waiting.
I'm Andrew.
Hi, I'm Mrs. Campbell,
and this is Monica.
Hello. Hello.
So, you're the
transplant coordinator?
That's right.
It's a temporary
assignment, but I assure you
that you will have
everything you need.
Now, have you been able
to reach your husband?
No, they're still cutting
through some red tape.
Nobody knows how
long it's going to take.
Okay, well, I've been in touch
with the National
Marrow Donor Program,
so we'll see if we can
find a match through them.
How good are the chances?
They're not good.
Your mother-in-law
has certain antibodies
which will make locating a match
like finding a
needle in a haystack.
Well, is there
anything that I can do?
Yes, you start calling friends
and get them down
here to be tested...
Anybody, everybody
that she knows.
Because, really, at this
point, it's a numbers game.
Just get her friends down here.
I don't think that she
has many friends.
Hello, is this, um,
Thomas Ambercrombie?
Yes.
Hi, uh, you don't know me.
My name is, is April Campbell.
I'm Marian Campbell's
daughter-in-law.
I-I found your name
in her phone book.
Um... s-she isn't well.
She needs a bone marrow
transplant, and we were hoping
that her closest
friends would...
Well, I'm just her plumber.
You're her plumber?
Well, th-that's okay.
Well, if you just
leave Marian's name,
they'll take care of you.
Yes, thank you, Mr. Weeblestock,
and if I ever need
my furniture refinished,
I'll give you a call.
Good luck; Take care.
Right, thanks.
I don't know.
I called everybody
from Ambercrombie
to Weeblestock,
and, well, none of them
were personal friends.
You were right.
She must be so lonely.
Hello?
Mrs. Campbell?
Yes?
This is Georgette.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Is everything all right?
Oh, you must mean
my mother-in-law.
I'm the other Mrs. Campbell.
Hello?
Hmm, that was strange.
April, I know this
may be a bad time,
but it may be the
only time we have.
I have a favour to ask.
I'm so glad Monica's been
around to help you out.
Monica, I'll be happy to
compensate you for your time.
Oh, that's not necessary.
Don't worry about the money.
I've always paid my own way.
Even to your wedding.
We offered to
pay for your ticket.
You refused.
I didn't want to be a burden.
Besides, by the time you offered
to pay for it, I'd already
bought my own ticket.
We asked you when
we got engaged.
You did not. Yes, I did.
Hey. Hey, how's it going?
Bearing up.
Good, great.
It's... it's coming
along, isn't it?
Marian, who's Georgette?
You went through my letters
after I specifically
asked you not to do it?
No, I didn't.
Someone named Georgette
called looking for you.
I am not interested in excuses.
I'm tired, and I
want to be left alone.
That's fine with me.
Uh, maybe we
should call it a day.
It'll just take me a
minute to pack up.
April?
Hmm? Hi.
Hey. How you feeling?
I'm fine.
How's the, uh, testing going?
There's no match yet.
Can a pregnant woman be tested?
Absolutely.
It's as simple as
a blood test, really.
It's a long shot, but
I think it's worth it.
I wonder if she'd mind.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why on earth would she mind?
I'm afraid she might not
want anything from me.
Come on.
So, it's going to be a girl.
Mm-hmm.
Tess is a beautiful
name for a girl.
Yes!
Thank you, Andrew.
April, you're a match.
That was fast.
I'm the donor?
Yup.
There's one more thing.
Lunch.
No thank you.
I'm not hungry.
Well, I'll just leave it in case
you change your mind.
You must be relieved.
What do you mean?
Now that they found
a match.
Who is it?
Your daughter-in-law.
April?
And not many women
would take that risk, either.
What do you mean?
Donating bone marrow
is uncomfortable for anyone,
but for a pregnant woman...
Could anything
happen to the baby?
Well, any medical
procedure is risky
when you're that far along.
But it seems to be a
chance she's willing to take.
She must love you very much.
Uh, excuse me.
I saw your mother-in-law.
You didn't tell her
you're donating
your bone marrow?
It wouldn't matter.
I can't win no matter what I do.
Still, she should be
in on the decisions.
It's her grandchild.
Jennifer will not
be her grandchild.
She'll be another
female competing
for her son's affections.
Well, honey, if
you don't like her,
why are you doing this?
Because I love her son.
And if he came home and realized
that there was a chance
I could have saved her,
and I didn't take it,
he would never forgive me.
Well, what if he
comes home and finds
he's lost his mother
and his baby?
Then I would never forgive her.
Let me get this straight.
You're doing this, not to
save your mother-in-law.
Not out of love.
Tess, I don't understand.
I mean, what
difference does it make
why April is
donating her marrow?
Doing the right thing
for the wrong reason
won't bring those
two one step closer.
Yeah, but it'll
save Marian's life.
We're not here
just to save a life.
There are souls involved here.
Five to be exact.
Five?
Well, there's Marian and April
and Jennifer and Neil and...
who?
Hi.
I, uh... I brought you a robe.
I was sure I put one
in the bag for you.
I wanted to talk to you.
I, uh... used the
robe as an excuse.
I'm sorry.
Wait a minute.
Please.
Hear me out.
I can't let you
jeopardize the baby.
But I will never forget
that you were willing to do it.
Marian, you could die.
I can accept that.
Maybe I deserve to.
I-I... I don't understand you.
We told you this day would come.
What else did you
expect, Marian Jane?
You broke God's law.
And now you will
have to pay for that
for the rest of your life.
All right, 7:00 on the dot.
And remember, don't
have anything to eat
after 7:00 the night before.
You are gonna be there?
Absolutely.
Are you sure you
want to do this?
No, not really.
I'm a... I'm a little afraid.
But I don't have
any other choice.
You know, it's a funny
thing about being afraid.
It kind of has this way
of getting in your face
so that it's all
that you can see.
And there's always
another choice out there.
But as long as you're afraid,
you'll never be able to see it.
You don't have to die, you know.
I don't want to die.
Keep your mouth shut till
we get your temperature.
You think by
letting yourself die
you can protect somebody else.
You die, you can't
protect anybody.
If you die,
you're abandoning your
son, your daughter-in-law,
your grandchild, and the
one who needs you the most.
You know who I'm talking about.
You cannot keep
that secret forever.
If you keep quiet,
not only will you die...
but your family will
find out about it anyway.
Then there will
be more questions
that will lead to
more heartaches
'cause you won't be
around to answer 'em.
Mrs. Campbell,
this is Georgette.
I'm just calling to say
that we've missed
you again today.
Please give me a
call when you get in.
Georgette.
The mysterious Georgette.
I wish I could understand her.
Jennifer, your...
Your grandma wants to die.
So that just leaves
you and me all alone.
So you got to be strong, okay?
You got to hang in there.
'Cause I'm afraid
I'm losing you, too.
April?
You scared me.
You're not supposed to
open that desk, are you?
Uh, no, I'm not.
What are you, um...?
What are you doing here?
I'm waiting for you.
Don't be afraid.
I'm an angel.
Sent by God to tell you
that fear has no
place in your life.
But I am afraid.
I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid that my...
my baby's gonna die,
that Marian's gonna die.
That she wants to die.
And if she does...
Oh, God, if she does.
God has many names.
Jehovah, Almighty,
Everlasting Father,
Alpha and Omega,
but do you know
what He calls Himself?
I am.
If you ask God who He
is, that's what He'll tell you.
I am.
Not I was, or I'm
going to be, but I am.
And He'll tell you, I am here
because you need me to be.
And April, if God is here,
right here, right now,
then what is there to fear?
There is so much that
God wants to show you,
but your fear gets in the way.
Give it to Him,
right here, right now.
And then you will see
that the answer is
right there in your hand.
Take it... please.
Take it.
Georgette.
I'm very sorry to hear this.
Mrs. Campbell is quite
a remarkable woman.
She means a lot
to the people here.
She sends you money every month?
Money, clothing, books,
whatever she can
get her hands on.
She's never missed
her weekly visit,
which is why I called.
I'm sorry. I-I just
don't understand.
If she volunteers here,
why does she keep it a secret?
That's why I asked you to come.
Under any other circumstances,
I'd keep this confidential.
She's always insisted on it.
But if it's a matter
of life or death,
then there's someone
in here you should meet.
Hi, Tommy.
Hi, Georgette.
Do you know who this is?
April.
Where did you...?
This is Tommy, Marian's son.
One more minute,
and I'll be all finished.
I can't wait to see
it when it's done.
Ah, there's no hurry.
"Patience is a virtue."
"He who hesitates is lost."
"Haste makes waste."
Marian... I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'll get out of your way.
I'm all finished.
What is that?
It's the portrait
of the two of you.
No, really, what is it?
No, really.
Are you sure you're an angel?
We all have different gifts.
I'm going to go and
clean my brushes.
Marian, I, uh, I
need to talk to you.
There's nothing to talk about.
I'm not taking your marrow.
I saw Tommy.
Does Neil know about him?
Why haven't you ever told him?
It's none of your business.
But what about Neil?
I mean, isn't it his business?
My God.
Marian, he has a brother.
Shouldn't you have
at least told him?
Is there nothing sacred to you?
I take you into my home,
and this is how you repay me?
By invading my privacy?
Going through my things?
I didn't do that.
Get out of here.
Do you understand?
Now get out of here.
Get out!
What do you want?
I think the question
is: What do you want?
What do I want?
What do I want?
Oh, God.
Just some peace.
That's all I want is
just a little peace.
Well, that's definitely
something you can have.
What are you?
I'm an angel, Marian.
And I've got a message
for you from God.
I know, I know.
I know it already.
God isn't through with me.
He's going to punish
me again, isn't He?
Let my grandchild
die, so that I can live?
Then He's going to
torture me again, isn't He?
God, when is this going to stop?
God loves you, Marian.
And, yes, you made a
mistake a long time ago.
That's true.
But you weren't ready
to be a mother at 16,
and you certainly weren't ready
to raise a special
child like Tommy.
That's true also.
But somebody took the truth
and twisted it into shame
and told you that
Tommy was a punishment
instead of a gift.
God did not judge you
when you had that baby.
Others did.
And you believed their lies
and accepted their shame
instead of God's love.
God... loves me?
More than you know.
April is trying very
hard to love you.
It's not easy for her,
because she's afraid.
Afraid of what?
Of your rejection.
Of being all alone.
Of not being a good mother
to that baby she's carrying.
But she'll be a
wonderful mother.
Did you ever tell her?
Have you ever once
thought of what it must be like
growing up without a mother?
I know what it's like.
My mother didn't die, but
she was never there for me,
especially when...
Especially when you needed her.
April needs you.
She's afraid to
admit it, but she does.
And you, sweetheart,
you need her.
And if you would open
that door in your heart,
you might just find
that you love her, too.
It's time for
forgiveness, Marian.
Forgive, and be forgiven,
and God will fill your heart
with a peace beyond
understanding.
Marian, I'm...
I'm... I'm sorry.
What?
I am so sorry.
Come here.
Please.
I was 16.
I thought I was in love.
Tommy was born physically
and mentally handicapped.
My father said that Tommy
was God's punishment for my sin.
They made me give him up.
When I was 18, I left home.
It took me quite a while,
but I finally found my baby.
He was in a terrible place.
A state institution.
He was three years old.
And he was the
sweetest little thing.
But nobody wanted him.
So I went to work,
and I found a place
that would take
good care of him.
And I visited him
every chance I got.
And you never told anybody?
I was ashamed.
I loved him, but
I-I was ashamed.
So, no, I never told anyone.
I never told my husband.
I never told Neil.
No one except you.
Hello?
Tommy.
Mommy.
Oh.
They told me you were sick.
Uh, I'm just a little tired.
You don't think
I know, but I do.
You could die.
You could go away forever
and never come back.
But I can help.
Tommy.
No.
You are not going to
use him to save me.
He doesn't understand.
Mommy?
Marian, he is a perfect match.
A perfect match.
And I explained
everything to him.
He does understand.
Mommy, please.
I want to help you.
I want to do
something that matters.
Everything you've ever
done has mattered, Tommy.
Did you tell her, April?
Tell her what, Tommy?
April's going to have a baby.
I know.
And she is going to
be a wonderful mother.
Thank you.
And so are you.
Come in.
Hi.
Hey, babe.
You made it.
Red Cross picked me up
as soon as we surfaced.
Is everything okay?
Mm. Everything is fine
with me, your mother,
and baby Marian's fine.
Marian?
What happened to Jennifer?
Well, we'll just have to
work on her for the next time.
Neil.
Mom.
Oh, Neil.
Tommy, this is your brother.
Yeah, I know.
Hi, bro.
Hey, buddy.
And here's your daughter.
Hi, baby.
Yes.
You want to hold her?
Yeah.
Be careful with her head.
Oh. Yes.
Okay.
Monica.
I just came to say good-bye.
Thank you.
You have a beautiful family.
What about the portrait?
Ah, well, now,
it's funny you
should mention that,
because I can't find it.
I found it.
Ah.
Ladies and gentlemen,
and uh, baby,
the most recent work
of a remarkable artist, Monica.
Oh, it's beautiful.
It is.
Hey, I'm in it.
Me, too.
Monica, how did you do...?
I prayed.
Imagine that.