Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 3, Episode 14 - The Violin Lesson - full transcript

( elegant violin music playing )

TESS: They say that
the sound of a violin

is like an angel singing.

But I say it's the most
human instrument of them all.

Over the centuries, I've heard
some mighty sweet playing.

Like that little Wolfgang.

He could charm the birds
out of the trees

with his itty-bitty violin.

Little Wolfgang?

Wolfgang Mozart.

He used to call me
Frãulein Tess.



He wrote a concerto for me
when he was 6.

Course, I've heard
a lot of bad fiddling too.

You remember Jack Benny?

( Both laughing )

Now, this man, is he
a good violinist or a bad one?

Jordan is a violinmaker,

and he's very proud of his work,
his family and his life.

Sounds like a good man.

He is.

Jordan only has one problem,
and it will not go away,

no matter how hard
he tries to hide it.

MONICA: A violin?

That's his problem?

Well, his problem started
the same time the violin did.



He's been working on it
for almost 30 years.

TESS: Now each day he just
sits and stares at it.

MONICA: Well, why
doesn't he finish it?

TESS: It's got a flaw. At least,
that's what he thinks it is.

He likes everything perfect,
and that violin is not perfect.

Sometimes what people think of
as a flaw

is what makes something
so special.

Something or someone.

( Knocking at door )

Just a minute.

I'll be right with you.

MAN: Take your time. I
charge by the hour.

Tony.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Well, it sure is now.

I don't believe this.

I was just waiting for my next
apprentice to arrive, and I...

Do you want me
to come back another year?

Oh, no. I've waited
too long for this.

Welcome home, son.

TESS:
Tony was born on December 25th,

the same day that Jordan
started working on that violin.

And your job is to see to it
that he's finished by Christmas.

But that's only
three days from now.

Well, that's all the time
that we've got left,

and that's all the time
that they've got left.

God wants to give
this father and son

something special this year.

What's that?

A violin lesson.

( Emotive violin melody
playing )

( Della Reese & The Verity
All-Stars' "Walk With You" playing )

REESE: ♫ When you walk ♫

♫ Down the road ♫

♫ Heavy burden ♫

♫ Hea-ea-eavy load ♫

♫ I will rise ♫

♫ And I will walk with you ♫

REESE: ♫ I'll walk with you ♫
CHORUS: ♫ I'll walk with you ♫

♫ Till the sun
Don't even shine ♫

♫ Walk with you ♫
♫ Walk with you ♫

♫ Every time ♫

♫ I tell ya I'll walk with you ♫

♫ Walk with you ♫

♫ Believe me
I'll walk with you ♫

I smell my mom's
famous Christmas angels.

Oh, Tony!

Oh! What a surprise!

Tell us you're gonna stay
for Christmas.

Of course he's staying
for Christmas, right?

That's what I'm here for.

I need a real Christmas
this year,

right down to the stockings,

the candlelight service...

And my apple cobbler.

Oh, Mom. I missed you so much.

How come you don't come home

more often now,
Mr. Big Shot Attorney?

Jordan, he's here now.

Why don't you show him
your latest project?

The Du Bois family tree.

Oh, it's right over here.

Goes all the way back
to the French Revolution.

Now, let's see. Look... Uh...

Look here.
Colonel Louis Du Bois.

Did I ever tell you he made
a violin for Thomas Jefferson?

Ten thousand times.

Oh, Tony, don't pay
any attention to him.

The only thing
he knows how to make

are violins and trouble.

( Knocking at door )

Hello?

I knocked on the workshop door,

but nobody answered.

I'm Monica.

Oh, my new apprentice,
Monica. Welcome!

MONICA: Okay.

Oh, this is my wife, Willa.

Nice to meet you, Monica.

And my son, Tony.

Hey. Nice to meet you.

Just got promoted to partner
in his law firm.

Handles all these big cases
out there in L.A.

TONY: Dad.

It's not just the big ones.

( Woman gasps )

Matt! Look who's here!

Uncle Tony!

Oh, Matty!

Oh! Hey!

Monica, this is my sister, Nora.

My much, much
older sister, Nora.

Oh, excuse me, but isn't someone
about to hit 30 on Christmas?

I love to rub it in. Hi.

It's very nice to meet you.

MATT: What about me?

How could I forget about you?

This is my favourite
nephew, Matthew.

I'm your only nephew.

Hello, Matthew.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

( Watch beeping )

Oh! Um... Um...

I'm in the middle of a big case.

I have to call in
every couple of hours.

I'll be right down.

You look tired, Tony.

It was a long flight, Mom.

It's nice meeting you, Monica.

JORDAN: Choosing the
wood is the key

to making a fine instrument.

Take this one, for example.

Look at the pattern
of the grain,

the density of the fiber.

Every detail must be perfect.

A flaw in the wood...

( knocks )

is a flaw in the music.

If I'm not mistaken,
your name is French, Du Bois,

and it means "from the wood."

My last apprentice didn't
know a viola from a violin.

( Both chuckling )

So, what's in here?

Uh, just an old storage cabinet.

Why is it locked?

Uh, I lost the key, years ago.

Oh, we'd better get started.

The Chicago Symphony
is waiting for this.

It just needs a little polish.

( Plays lively melody )

Each one is unique,
like a child.

Capable of expressing
joy and grief, pain and love.

You must be very happy
that your son is home.

I named him after

one of the greatest
violinmakers in the world.

Antonio Stradivari.

Tony was the most gifted student
I ever taught.

But then when he was a teenager,
he just stopped.

Why?

I don't know.

Well.

I suppose
instead of Carnegie Hall,

he now appears
in the halls of justice.

Monica, you seem to be
a very nice young lady.

Are... Are you involved
with anybody?

Involved?

( Chuckles )

No. I'm very career-oriented.

Just like Tony.

I couldn't help noticing
the sparks flying between you.

( Chuckles )

Sparks?

TONY: Hey!

It's time to pick out the tree.

Ah! Come on, Monica.
You are going to love this!

Come on!

JORDAN: Keep up, everybody.
Come on, here it is.

Here it is.

Monica, you see these trees?

These are the secrets
to my success.

Dad's got some of the best
blue spruce in the country.

Look, perfect for violins.

And Christmas trees!

Grandma? Yes?

Aren't I old enough
to pick it out this year?

Well, I don't know why not, huh?

All right, but remember,

it's gotta be lush and full.

No scraggly limbs,
no crooked trunks,

no bald spots.

The really great trees
all shine.

Dad's not picky
or anything, you know?

Okay, let's split into groups,

or else we'll be
out here for hours.

Monica, why don't
you go with Tony.

Go ahead, go ahead.

Me too! Go ahead.

What are you doing?

Oh!

Look, what about those?

Uh-uh. Those are
Grandpa's special trees.

He plants one every time
someone in the family gets born.

Or when they die. Uh-huh.

This is my tree. Ah.

And that one's Uncle Tony's.

( Watch beeping )

Um, you know,
we'd better head home.

Not without a tree.
Please, Uncle Tony?

Okay.

But what about that one?

We already looked over there.

( Magical theme playing )

We found it! We found the tree!

We found the tree! Come on!

It's right there!

Perfect.

( Nora gasps )

Congratulations, Matty.
Oh, it's great!

Monica was the one who
really found it. I just helped.

JORDAN: Hey, Matty,
have you told Monica

about our other tradition?

The one that comes
after we find the tree?

Go ahead.

( all shouting & squealing )

NORA: Oh, my gosh!

Tess! Is that you?

No, it's the abominable snowman.

And I'm feeling more
abominable every minute.

It's cold out here.

How's that violin coming along,
Miss Wings?

Well, Jordan seems more
interested in making matches

than violins.

He, uh... He seems to hope
that Tony and I...

Well, you tell him the truth.
You are not available.

Sometimes it's so hard

not to be able to tell people
who you really are.

( Tony gasping )

Tony, are you okay?

( Breathlessly ): I'm fine.

Just a little winded.

We don't have too many
snowball fights in Los Angeles.

( Gasping )

Oh, everything was wonderful.

It was a delicious dinner,
especially the cobbler.

Now you know the real reason

I came home for Christmas.

Mom, come help.

I can't get the zipper.

NORA: Matt's going to play
the violin after supper.

He wants to wear the costume
his grandma made him.

MATT: Mom! I'm coming, honey.

Mom, this is so good.

Thank you.

Yeah. If you were married, you
could eat this good every night.

Do you cook?

Jordan.

Dad. Please, would you cool it?

( Watch beeping )

Excuse me. I have to call L.A.

I'll be back in a minute.

Where's Uncle Tony?

He's upstairs. Go get him.

I don't want him to see me
till I play.

You go, Mom. Matthew...

I'll go.

( Softly ): Thank you.

( Knocks on door )

Please shut the door.

Sorry.

It's okay.

What's wrong?

I can't get this open.

Let me try.

Thanks.

Christmas used to be
my favourite holiday.

The truth is, I didn't come home

to celebrate Christmas
or my birthday.

I came home because I'm dying.

You're going to die?

Well...

I...

I have AIDS.

Oh, Tony.

I almost died, Thanksgiving.

I had, um, pneumonia.

So I finally started
listening to my doctor.

That's why this beeper of mine
goes off every two hours:

Remind me
to take all these things.

Are you going to
tell your family?

No, no. I just...

You know, I wanted to come home

to share one last
perfect Christmas with them.

I'll wait till
I get back to L.A.

to deal with the reality.

The reality is

that you have a family,

and you need them now.

And they need you.

Anyway, that's what
families are for.

For love, support,
understanding.

( Playing "Joy to the World" )

JORDAN: I would like
to propose a toast.

A toast, a toast.

Here, help me with those.
Thank you.

You are so amazing.

Thanks. JORDAN: To Matty.

Next stop, Carnegie Hall!

( Tony coughing )

Do you have a fever? No.

You... You... You're warm.
Mom, I'm fine. Thanks.

Um...

I... I do... I want to, um...

Say something.

Um...

Um...

Listening to Matt play

reminded me, actually,
of why I came home.

I, um...

You know, I want you all to know
how much I love you.

Okay? I mean...

No matter what.

We love you, too, Tony.
Is something wrong?

What could be wrong?
He's home with us.

It's Christmas. Right, Tony?

Yeah, Dad. Everything's perfect.

Oh, Matt.

Did you know that

that used to be my violin
when I was a kid?

Will you play something on it?

Oh, I'd like to, but, you know,

it's kind of
too small for me now.

Hold on. Hold on.
Don't anybody move!

( Sighs )

Here. Come on.

Look, I haven't played
for years.

It's like riding a bicycle.
You never forget. Come on!

Oh, come on.

Make it my Christmas present.

It's the only thing I want
this year.

Not tonight, Dad, okay?

Look, I'm really tired.

How can that violin
be so important

at a time like this?

What does it matter
if it has a flaw?

JORDAN: Hi.

Hiya.

Feeling okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Good.

Never felt better, actually.

Good, because I...
I just want you to be happy.

That's all I've ever
wanted for you.

That's why... That's why
I think Monica is so special.

Yeah.

Now, there is a girl
who could really make you happy.

Smart. She's sensitive.

She's got the face of an angel.

Hey, hey.

Let me have a bite of this.

No! No!

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

Tony, what's wrong? Tell me!

No, I... I don't know
why I did that.

You can't get it from a spoon,
glass or anything like that.

I can't get "it"?
"It"? What is "it"?

Are you sick, son?

Yeah.

I'm sick.

Dad, I have AIDS.

What?

What are you saying here, son?

No, no, no.
How could you get AIDS?

Have you been using drugs?

No, no.

Dad, I'm gay.

And I wasn't careful.

Look, Dad.

I know, you know, I should
have told you before now.

And I know that this is a lot
to take in all at one time.

Dad.

You better clean that up.

( Somber theme playing )

WILLA: Good morning, sleepyhead.

Morning, Dad.

( Coughs )

Tony, scrambled or fried?

No, just coffee.

( Coughs )

Are you coming down
with something?

No, I'm fine.

Uncle Tony!

Matty, don't do that.
Dad, what's wrong?

Well, he's too old
to be kissing and hugging men.

You want some
orange juice, Matty?

MATT: Sure.

Just let them
enjoy their Christmas.

( Pensive theme playing )

WILLA: Don't mind Grandpa.

He didn't sleep very well
last night.

What's going on?

Oh, I found the key.

Look what was inside.
It's so beautiful.

You call that beautiful?

It appeared years ago
when I was planing the wood.

I don't understand.

There was nothing I could do
to get rid of it.

I tried everything.

Why don't you just
replace this piece of wood.

Oh, well, this is going
to sound pretty crazy,

but I got it from an angel.

( Plays "Silent Night" )

JORDAN: It was Christmas Eve.

My wife was expecting.

But she wasn't due
for a week, I thought.

I was getting so nervous,
I spent all my time in here.

( angelic theme playing )

Jordan Du Bois,
I am an angel sent by God

to bring you two things.

The first is a message.

A child will be born to you
on December 25th.

Christmas Day.

You have a problem with that?

No! Thank you. Thank God!

And the second thing.

A piece of wood.

Think of it as a violin
yet to be played.

It's a gift from God,

as your son is a gift
from the creator.

And each has
a beautiful tune to play,

each in its own time.

And each begins its life
tonight.

Next thing I knew, she was gone.

Tony was such a beautiful child.

He still is.

I don't wanna
talk about it anymore.

Monica, would you
excuse us, please?

JORDAN: We're busy here.
It can't wait.

This is family business!

Monica already knows.

I do not want
to talk about this.

It is Christmas,
for God's sakes!

Well, when do you want
to talk about it? Easter?

Mother's Day? Or Father's Day?

Or all the other holidays
I don't come home for

because it hurts too much
to pretend, to play a role!

That's the one thing
I play even better

than these violins of yours!

Be quiet!

I've done that most of my life.

I don't even know
who you are anymore.

I'm your son.

No, you are not!

( Dramatic theme playing )

Tony, he doesn't mean that.

Oh, he does.
See these pieces of wood?

This chip? This crack?
This wormhole?

This is a scrapheap!

It's where things go
when they're not perfect.

Right, Dad?

Shut up!

Yesterday I was your son,

and I was a lawyer.

I was a brother and an uncle,

a man who played soccer
on Saturday afternoons

and volunteered at legal aid
on Fridays.

And loved books and music
and cars and apple cobbler!

And I was gay too.

Oh, you didn't know that
yesterday.

But today you do.

And now... what?

That's all I am?

That's all you see?

And you wonder why

I couldn't tell you!

Tell him what?

NORA: Tony?

Don't touch him! He's sick!

What's wrong with him?

Ma...

Ma.

I have AIDS.

AIDS?

Yeah.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

I should never have come home.

No.

Hey, is this where you guys
are hiding presents?

Tony. Tony.

( Tony coughing )

( door slams )

( gasping )

( coughing )

I don't understand.

One minute Tony was fine,
and the next, he...

That's the way it can be
with this disease.

There's so much
that the doctors can do now,

but...

It's too late for Tony.

But at least
he's in a good place.

This is a great hospice.

Did you see the snowman?

Yes.

It's nice to see a smile
on a day like this.

One of the patients made it
with his family.

Carlos.

He and his wife and his kids.

They had such a good time
last Sunday.

I came for Carlos this morning.

How long does Tony have?

I don't know.

Where's his family?

It is so hard

to think about Tony
in there all alone.

He's not alone, Andrew.

You know that.

I do. I do.

But he doesn't.

Are you coming in?

Not until I have to.

( Somber theme playing )

TESS: Looking good!

Don't let it get
too clumpy here, now.

You're talking
to the icicle queen.

Monica.

Happy Christmas Eve,
as in the day before Christmas.

How's that violin coming?

Tony is dying.

Who cares if Jordan
finishes the violin?

God cares.

I can't get Jordan

to even look at that violin.

He just sits there
and stares out into space.

It's the same thing with Tony.

Praise the Lord!

Looks like we're
finally gonna make

some progress around here.

Daddy, I can't believe
you're acting like this.

I'm ashamed of you!

Are you coming or not?

How can you
love your son one minute

and then turn your back
on him the next?

He lied to us.

He lied to us all these years
about who he was.

Did he lie, Jordan?

Or did we lie to ourselves?

Maybe we just saw
what we wanted to see.

When I realize
how lonely he must have been

and how much of his life
that we've missed.

I've only had one dream, Willa.

To be a good man.

Good husband, good father.

To love my family.

To leave the world
a better place for my children

so that they can do the same
with theirs.

That's how I was raised.

I'm a Du Bois,
and I'm proud to be one.

Are you blaming Tony

for who he is?

No.

I blame myself.

Jordan Du Bois!

This isn't about you

or your family name.

It's Tony's life
we're talking about.

I am his father.

I loved him! I taught him!
I fed him!

For God's sake, Willa,

I tried to mold his character
into a complete...

Damn it, Jordan!

Your son is not a violin!

He's not an instrument
that you can just carve

to your specifications.

He is the good, loving son
that we wanted him to be.

And he will leave this world
a better place.

Now, we're his parents.

We just can't sit here
talking about his life

when he's...

dying.

Nora and I are going in
to see Tony.

Now, for the last time,
are you coming or not?

( Exhaling )

( slams car door )

Tony.

Tony, honey.

( Gasps )

Ma.

How you feeling?

Okay. Hey, Nora.

Tony.

I... I left your Christmas
presents in the hall.

( Emotionally ):
I'll be right back.

( Coughing )

Tony.

Why didn't you tell us?

I'm sorry, Mom.

No, no.

I think I always knew
somewhere deep inside.

Mothers know things
about their children.

You're such a part of me.

The best part.

Tony...

I... I... I...

I couldn't love you
any more than I do already,

but I could love you better.

I'm sorry.

My... My baby. My baby.

I love you, Mom.

My precious baby.

NORA: Ta-da!

Hmm, CD player.

And... classical music.

And...

( all laughing )

A Chipmunk Christmas.
I love that.

You know,

I bet Dad's home right now

sneaking too much tinsel
onto the tree.

You better go.

No, I don't want to leave you.

Mom.

It's Christmas Eve.

Go. Be with your grandson.

Matt's going to read
The Christmas Story this year.

That used to be my job.

Tony, honey, come home.

We'll take care of you.

Ma, I can't. Not like this.

( Gasping ): I'm fine.

I love you.

I love you.

Hey.

Love you.

We'll see you.

I... I... I hope you don't mind
if we keep calling to check in.

You call as often as you like.

And you'll call if...?

Of course. Of course. Thank you.

God bless you. God bless you.

MATT: "And she brought forth"

"her first-born son

and wrapped him in swad..."

Swaddling?

Swaddling clothes.

( Jordan opens door )

It's so good.

"Swaddling clothes

and laid him in a manger."

( gasping )

CAROLERS:
♫ Angels we have heard on high ♫

♫ Sweetly singing
O'er the plains ♫

( door opens )

How are you doing, Tony?

Not great.

You need a little more morphine?

Yeah.

Remember what I said
about hallucinations.

CAROLERS: ♫ ...In excelsis deo ♫

( gasping )

( singing softly )

♫ Gloria ♫

( wheezily ): You know...

You know, I'd like to see
one of those angels.

If you saw an angel,
what would you say?

I'd say...

I'd say...

"Tell God I'm sorry

"for turning out the way I did.

I know I'm a disappointment."

No, you're not.

In God's eyes,
you're his beautiful child.

Now you're hallucinating.

I am an angel.

I was sent by God
to bring you a message.

No!

You have not disappointed God.

Because you can't surprise God.

He never expected you to be
anyone but who you are.

You just didn't expect him
to love you.

But he does.

That's not what I heard.

What you've heard
were words of someone else.

Words of hate and confusion.

But God is not the source
of hate and confusion.

God is the source
and the completer of your faith.

And that's what you need
right now.

Faith that God really knows
who you are.

No. No. You're not perfect.

No one is perfect, Anthony.

No one.

But God's love is perfect.

And no one can love us better
than he does.

I thought this was a punishment.

This is a disease.

And it is going
to take your body,

but don't let it take your soul.

And when it gets real bad...

hold on to your faith, baby.

( Sobbing )

God, help me.

( Gasping )

Get... Get...

Get this IV out of me!

I'm being poisoned!

God!

Help me!

It's like the truth, Jordan.

It won't go away.

I-I can't talk right now.
I'm working.

Tony is very sick. He needs you.

There's nothing
I can do for him.

You can love him.

Love is no cure for what he has.

There is no cure, not yet.
But there's peace.

And you can help him find that.

( Sighs )

I don't know what else to say.

Who are you?

My name's Andrew.

I'm here to talk about your son.

If you're a friend of Tony's,

you're not welcome here.

I am Tony's friend.

I'm one of the few
he has tonight.

I have nothing to say
to you or him.

Now get out.

Your son is going to die, soon.

Maybe even tonight.

Well, it's not my fault.

There's nothing
I can do about it.

You're wrong. You're wrong.

He needs you, and you need him.

Don't you understand?

This violin is not
your masterpiece. Your son is.

And by the time you realize it,

it's gonna be too late.
He'll be gone!

No!

( Deep, brooding theme playing )

TESS: You know what gets
my goat on Christmas?

An angel with a bad attitude.

Monica needed help.

Yes, she did.

But not the kind that gets
violins all smashed up.

MONICA: It's a total loss.

Nothing is a total loss.

Now, you get back off to
that workshop, Miss Wings.

That man needs an angel now
more than ever.

Yes, but my assignment is the
violin, and it's broken in two.

Well, you'll have to just
put it back together.

How?

The only thing that's
going to repair the damage

is the truth,

and nothing but.

Now, what's wrong
with you, angel boy?

It's not fair, Tess.

You and I both know

that death can be
a beautiful thing

and that dying...
Dying can be hideous.

And to watch someone die
like that, the way...

The way Tony is dying tonight,

and the way that Jordan
is letting him. It's...

It's wrong for Jordan
to use death as a punishment.

Now, you listen to me, Andrew.

In this world,

judgment can be
the worst kind of punishment.

And God doesn't want you
judging Jordan

any more than he wants
Jordan judging his son.

And remember.

Christmas is a time
for miracles.

All those years of work... gone.

Ruined.

Maybe it's for the best.

It was never
going to be perfect.

What are you doing?

I'm putting it where
you think it belongs.

On the scrapheap.

No, no, no, wait. Wait!

You don't understand.

Yes, I do.

It's like a child to you.

Capable of expressing
joy, pain, love, grief.

Everything that
the human heart can hold.

But what happened
to your heart, Jordan?

It's broken.

My heart...

is broken.

Why?

Don't you understand?

An angel appeared to me
when he was born.

He had to be perfect.

No. The only thing
that he had to be was Tony.

( Angelic theme playing )

I am an angel.

A messenger from God.

And I have been sent here
to help you see the truth.

The truth is that your son

is not the person
you want him to be.

It's too late for Tony.
He can't change.

I'm not asking him to change.
I'm asking you.

Are you telling me God wants me
to be happy about this?

God wants you to accept
your son for who he is.

He's gay. He is your son.

What is an angel from God
doing on the side of a queer?

Nothing that is made by God
is queer.

God loves all his creations.

Neither of you is perfect,
for many reasons,

but you don't have to be perfect
to receive God's love.

In fact, no one ever is.

You see, every person
on this earth is like a violin.

And whatever wood
we are made of,

the music is always the purest
and the most beautiful

when we put ourselves
in the hands of the master.

What's going on?

Don't let your son die
in silence, Jordan,

when there's so much
beautiful music to be heard.

He is going to die.

God will be there.

Will you?

JORDAN: Tony?

( Grunts )

It's me, Dad.

I'm here.

Why?

I wanted to give you something.

I don't play anymore.

Why, Tony?

Why did you stop?

It's for you, Dad.

For me?

Yeah.

When I was a teenager,

I began to realize who I was,

that I was different.

And I... I felt so flawed.

I wanted to kill myself.

Kill yourself?

Dad, when you taught me to play,

you taught me to open my heart,

let my feelings out.

But I couldn't keep doing that.

Not after I realized the truth
about who I was.

Not if I wanted you
to be proud of me.

To love me.

So you gave it up for me?

I thought I could
hide the truth from you,

from the family.

From... From G...

( coughing )

I just wanted you to be happy,

to know the joy of having
a child, a beautiful son.

Tony, I love you.

What?

I said, I love you.

And God loves you too.
I know that.

( Softly ): Dad, you hear that?

Hear what?

Oh, the music.

Music?

Yeah.

Let the music in, Tony.
I want you to let it in.

Oh, Dad, I hear it.
It's all around me.

What does it sound like?

Violins.

Violins.

Violins.

Tony? Dad.

Dad, what time is it?
Is it Christmas yet?

It's past midnight.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Happy birthday, son.

Mmm...

Tony. Mm?

Is there anything
I can get for you?

No, I just need...
Need a little sleep.

Oh. Mm...

I'll play you a lullaby.

Such a beautiful violin, Dad.

WILLA: Tony!

Oh, no. Oh!

Tony?

( All weeping )

Tony.

I'm Andrew.

Don't be afraid.

( Family weeping )

They love you very much,

and your memory will live
in their hearts forever.

Like a beautiful melody.

( Flowing violin melody
playing )

( heartfelt theme playing )