Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 3, Episode 8 - The Sky Is Falling - full transcript

( magical theme playing )

( children chattering)

CHILDREN: Trick or treat!

TESS: Crud bars,

gummy gophers

and sugar-coated yuck-yucks.

Whatever happened to candy corn?

I hate Halloween.

It gives death
such a bad reputation.

MONICA: Actually,

I'm not that fond of it meself.



How is the Angel of Death
supposed to compete

with this kind of propaganda?

I mean,
this starts when they are kids.

And by the time they're adults,

they really do believe
that death is something scary.

Like it's some evil, dark,
gruesome horror show.

Makes me wanna cry.

Have a crud bar, angel boy.

You gonna tell him the real
reason you don't like Halloween?

Uh, no, Tess.

I'd rather not discuss it.
TESS: Uh-uh.

You can't just not discuss it,

or you'll end up
like your new assignment.

MONICA: Who's he?



TESS: Why is it

when people look at an old face,

they never see the child inside?

MONICA: Is that Leonard?

The little boy
that was afraid of the dark?

I wondered what happened to him.

Oh, he went on
to live a full, rich life.

He became a famous writer.

He still has stories to tell,

but there's one
he'd love to forget.

And you're the only one

that can make sure
that he doesn't.

Oh, no, Tess. I'd rather not.

Oh, yeah, baby. You going back.

He needs you,

and you need him.

Well, can't another angel
handle this?

No, because
if you don't handle it,

the Angel of Death will have to.

( Sighs )

October 30th, 1938.

Every time I think
of that night...

You blush.

ANDREW: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You mean this happened
on Halloween?

Great.

It was the night
I first met Leonard.

The night that I first
worked with Tess.

It was the night
that the Martians landed.

( Mysterious theme playing )

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

♫ 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 ♫

♫ Every time ♫

♫ I tell ya I'll walk with you ♫

♫ Walk with you ♫

♫ Believe me
I'll walk with you ♫

( typewriter clacking )

( doorbell rings )

( doorbell rings )

( doorbell rings )

Dad, didn't you hear
the doorbell?

Yeah, I'm old.

Old people don't hear so good.

You're not old.
You're just ornery.

Send 'em to medical school,
they got all the answers.

You shouldn't smoke.
It's bad for your heart.

Yeah, well, so's living.

Dad, there's someone
I'd like you to meet.

I don't want to meet anybody.

Come on.
I met J.F.K, I met Hemingway,

I met... Audrey Hepburn.

This is Monica.

Hello.

You look...

You look so familiar.

Do I? Yeah.

Well, I meet a lot of people
in my line of work.

Monica's your new nurse.

It's wonderful to meet
such a great writer, Mr. Pound.

I can't wait for your next book.

Well, don't hold your breath.

He hasn't written
a word since Mom died.

You know, you look more handsome
than your book jacket.

Is that the Pulitzer Prize?

Look, there's the very pipe
you were smoking on 60 Minutes.

I don't need a nurse.

I don't need a cheerleader,
okay?

Yes, you do.

He forgot to take
his pills last week,

he ended up in the hospital.

Remember to take
your pills today, Dad?

I'm gonna take 'em before
I go to bed, all right?

Ah, don't worry.

I'll remind you.

LEONARD: Well, you be careful.

My bite's worse than my bark.

You'll get used to him.

Before I go,
let me check your heart, okay?

You can't hear
what's going on in my heart.

Nobody can.

You're a practicing physician.

Go practice
on somebody else, would you?

GIRL: Come on, Daddy.

We're gonna miss
all the good candy.

Amy, show Grandpa
how pretty you look.

Daddy...

SON:
Give Grandpa a nice, big hug.

Daddy...

Come on.

( Stirring theme playing )

Penny.

I'm Amy.

Oh.

Sure. SON: Come on, sweetheart.

Let's go, sweetheart.
Let's go trick-or-treating.

Wanna walk us downstairs? Sure.

I'll be right back.

Huh?

Yeah. Mm-hm.

She's...

perky.

Can't stand a perky person.

Grandpa doesn't like me.

Oh, he loves you, sweetheart.

He's just not himself lately.

Why don't you go wait
in the car for me?

Bye-bye, Amy.

Goodbye.
You sure are a pretty nurse.

Heh-heh. And you're
a lovely wee angel.

Looks like no one lives here.

My mum died a year ago.

Dad kept thinking
she'd beat the cancer.

Ever since, he's just retreated
to his own world upstairs.

He won't let anyone in,
won't take his pills.

It's hard to find
the right medicine for grief.

At the funeral,
he just stood there,

didn't shed a tear.

It's been like that ever since.

It's like his heart is frozen.

Looks like I have
my work cut out for me.

Well...

here's his medication
and my beeper number.

And, oh...

You don't mind
answering the door?

Of course not.
I have it under control.

Thanks, Monica. Okay.

Monica, please.

Please, don't make me.

Andrew,

they're just little children.

You mean those gruesome
little specters of death?

( Chuckles )

I especially
like wee Frankenstein

and his lovely bride.

( Sighs)

( children chattering
in distance )

Hello, Leonard.

Are you, uh...?

Are you ready
to take your pills?

You know, I never let nurses
take care of my wife.

I took care of her all by myself
till the day she died.

Her name was Grace.

That's one
of my favourite names...

and states.

Yeah, we would have been married
50 years this spring.

You must have a lot
of wonderful memories.

Yeah, but... what good are they?

Everything good in me
died with Grace.

Ah.

( Doorbell rings )

( knocking on door )

Are you gonna open that door?

I can't, Tess.
It's too insulting.

It doesn't become
the Angel of Death to whine.

( Doorbell ringing )

MONICA: Tess.

And what is your problem,
Miss Wings?

You supposed to be up there,
not down here.

Leonard wants to be alone.

Nobody wants to be alone.

I don't know how
to get through to him.

Well, you might try
taking him back to a time

when he wasn't alone.
( knocking on door )

And I think you know
the night I'm talking about.

He doesn't
want to remember that.

Neither do you.

TESS: But you've got to,

angel girl. ( Doorbell rings )

This memory will do you both

a lot of good.

Now, you've got to keep
knocking on that door.

( Knocking on door) And you...

you got to keep
answering that door.

( Whimsical theme playing )

( doorbell rings )

Trick or treat.

Great.

Okay, pal.
Who do you think you are?

I'm Death.

Oh, really?

You gonna give me my candy?

Yeah, yeah.

You'll get your candy.

But first,

I think you and I need
to have a little chat.

Leonard?

It's time for your pills.

Oh, all right.

Listen,
it's getting kind of chilly.

Could you get me a blanket
or something? Sure.

Satisfied?

Ah.

That's such
a beautiful comforter.

Ah, yeah. Grace made that.

Yeah, she used to sit
by that old radio there

with her knitting
needles just going

clickety-clack, clickety-clack.

Hm.

Oh.

His Master's Voice.

I haven't seen
this little dog in a long time.

LEONARD:
Yeah, what was his name?

Er, uh, Skipper?
Gipper or something?

Nipper. Nipper.

How would you know?
You weren't even born.

I've been around
a lot longer than you think.

Do you mind if I have a listen?

Ah, it hasn't worked in years.

How did you do that?

ANNOUNCER: Columbia Broadcasting
System and its affiliated stations

present Orson Welles and the
Mercury Theatre on The Air in:

The War of the Worlds
by H.G. Wells.

( dramatic music playing )

The War of the Worlds.

It's an old radio show.

I haven't heard it
since I was a little kid.

( Grumbles )

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

the director
of the Mercury Theatre,

and the star of these
broadcasts, Orson Welles.

WELLES: We know now that in the
early years of the 20th Century...

( car horn honks )

( children chattering )

( cool swing theme playing )

ANNOUNCER: An atmospheric disturbance
of undetermined origin has...

( static squealing )

Stop fooling with that, Jimmy.
I want the news.

Oh, come on, Grandpa,
it's Halloween.

Let's hear somethin' scary.

Unless it's gonna scare
little scaredy-cat, Leonard?

I'm not a scaredy-cat. Oh, yeah?

Then how come you still
sleep with the flash-light

and that stupid
ray gun under your pillow?

You'll be sorry when the
invaders come from outer space.

Stop fighting, boys.

There's enough trouble
in the world already.

Don't worry, Grandpa.

Little Buck Rogers here
can lick those Nazis.

He's not afraid of anything,
except the dark.

Am not. Are so.

Am not. Are so.

Am not. Are so.

WOMAN: All right! Stop
your shenanigans.

I don't want you upsetting your
daddy before he goes to work.

Now, let's put on
some nice music.

( Radio squeals )

ANNOUNCER:
With a touch of the Spanish,

Ramon Raquello leads off
with "La Cumparsita."

They played
that song at our wedding.

( Tango music playing )

May I have this dance?

Watch this.

Ah, jeepers.

Shh.

You look beautiful.

FATHER: Remember that night?

Doesn't seem that long ago,
does it?

Hey! Give me back my gun!

Hey, Jimmy. Come on.

Jimmy, give it back
right now. Come on.

Hey, hey. What's this?

Come on now.

Big boys don't cry. Come here.

Look at me.

Hey, come on now.

I got a surprise for you.

( Chuckles )

Wow! A Buck Rogers decoder ring.

Yeah. I got one for me too.

That way we can
send each other messages,

always be in touch,

no matter what.

Gimme a hug.

eastern standard time.
This confirms earlier reports

received from
American observatories.

Now, nearer home,

comes a special bulletin
from Trenton, New Jersey.

a huge, flaming object,

believed to be a meteorite,
fell on a farm

in the neighbourhood
of Grover's Mill, New Jersey,

22 miles from Trenton.

Grover's Mill?

That's just down the road.

Yeah, I better get over there.

FATHER: You boys be good.

You mind your grandpa
and your ma.

ANNOUNCER: We'll have our
commentator, Carl Phillips,

give you a word picture
of the scene

as soon as he can
reach there from Princeton.

In the meantime, we take you

to the Hotel Martinet
in Brooklyn,

where Bobby Millette
and his orchestra...

It's probably just...

some kids with some
Fourth of July fireworks.

Or Martians.

( Over radio ): This is Carl Phillips
again, out at the Wilmuth farm,

Grover's Mill, New Jersey.

I don't wanna listen to this.

PHILLIPS: Well, I hardly
know where to begin.

( static squeals )
PHILLIPS: Before my eyes.

What's wrong with this?

Maybe someone thinks
we should hear it.

Well, not me.

It was hard enough
the first time.

Yes.

PHILLIPS: That's the
thing in front of me.

I was so scared that night.

PHILLIPS: Now, there's
something I haven't mentioned

in all this excitement,

but it's becoming more distinct.

Perhaps you've caught it
already on your radio.

Listen, please.

I don't hear nothin'. Shh.

PHILLIPS: Do you hear it?

A curious humming sound

that seems to come
from inside the object.

I'll, uh,
move the microphone nearer.

Here.

Ah, come on, Mom.
That's kid's stuff.

PHILLIPS: Now, we're not
more than 25 feet away.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is terrific.

This end of the thing
is beginning to flake off.

The top is beginning
to rotate like a screw,

and this thing must be hollow.

MAN: Move it! What's
the matter...?

The Martians. It's the Nazis.

That Hitler's a madman.

Better call Tom.

MAN: She's off! The top's loose!

PHILLIPS: This is the
most terrifying thing I...

I've ever witnessed.

Wait a minute.

Someone's crawling out of...
Someone or something...

I can see peering
out of that black hole

two luminous disks.

Are they eyes?
It might be a face.

It might be...

( men shouting )

Something wriggling
out like a grey snake.

Now, it's another one and...
( gun cocks )

another one, and another one.

They look like tentacles to me.

GRANDPA: Storm troopers.

They've got big black
helmets and long grey coats.

I can't get through.

PHILLIPS: It's indescribable.
I can hardly force myself

to keep looking at it,
it's so awful.

Its eyes are black,
and they gleam like a serpent.

The mouth is...

Don't cry, Jimmy.

Big boys don't cry.

PHILLIPS: Quiver and pulsate.

And the monster, or whatever
it is, can hardly move.

It's weighed down by possibly
gravity or something.

The thing's rising up now,
and the crowd falls back.

They've seen plenty.

I still can't place you.

( Doorbell rings)

Would you excuse me a minute?
Sure.

PHILLIPS: Have to stop till
I can take a new position.

Hold on, I'll be right back.

ANNOUNCER: We are bringing
you an eyewitness account...

You going somewhere, angel girl?

Tess, I am not
the right angel for Leonard.

If I couldn't help him in 1938,
how can I help him now?

Well, who says
you didn't help him?

How could I?
I wasn't even a caseworker then.

I was just getting
my feet wet in Annunciations.

You certainly made a splash.

I was only supposed
to deliver a simple message:

"Fear not."

MOM: Come on, kids.

Go, go, go, go, go.

( People shouting )

( horn honks )

( siren wailing )

( yelling)

( glass smashes )

Fear not.

It took me two years
to pay this off.

I'm not letting any Martian
take my Singer sewing machine.

It's stuck, Mom. It's stuck.

MOTHER: Everyone, stand back!

( Tires squealing )

LEONARD: Mom,

the garage door!

We won't need it anymore.
Get in.

Fear not.

BIRD: Fear not, fear not.

( Bird squawks )

( car horn honks )

LEONARD:
Mom, you almost hit that lady.

They all thought
it was the end of the world.

Well, for one little boy,
it was.

You better get back upstairs,
angel girl.

And remember one thing:

Fear not.

ANNOUNCER: We continue now
with our piano interlude.

What's wrong with this thing?

( Hits radio ) See? It's stuck.

( Hits radio ) Stuck.

( Sighs )

LEONARD: Mom, what are
we gonna do about Dad?

I don't know, Leonard.

I don't know.

ANNOUNCER: At least 40 people,

including six state troopers,
lie dead.

State troopers?

Oh, my God.

Tom?

ANNOUNCER:
The next voice you'll hear

will be that of Brigadier
General Montgomery Smith...

She was so sure
my father was dead.

But she never cried
in front of us.

Just tried so hard to be brave,

to be strong.

Just like you.

She didn't know what to do
or where to go.

Funny where we ended up.

BOY: Daddy!

LEONARD: In a church.

BOY: I want my daddy.

( Baby crying )

( all chattering )

It don't seem right
bringing a gun into church.

It won't do you no good.

They've got death rays,
them Martians.

Used them to blow up
New York City.

I had a brother
in New York City.

Gotta send a message to Dad.

JIMMY: Don't you get it?

He's dead.

No, he's not. He can't be.

I wanna go find Dad.

You stay right here, Lenny.

MAN: Okay, folks.

It's the secretary of
the interior on the radio.

MAN: Citizens of the nation,

I shall not try to conceal
the gravity of the situation

that confronts the country.

Nor the concern of your
government in protecting...

CHILD: Mama...
WOMAN: Shh, shh, shh.

However, I wish
to impress upon you,

private citizens
and public officials,

all of you, the urgent need...
( sirens wailing in distance )

Where you goin'?

None of your beeswax.

Who are you supposed to be?

Buck Rogers.

I'm an angel.

My mum wanted
me to be Shirley Temple.

But I was
Shirley Temple last year.

Yeah, well, go back to your mum.

I don't know where she is.

I was at an apple-bobbing party.

That's why
Mrs. Carmichael brought us here.

She says
it's the end of the world.

Look, I gotta go.

Can I come?

No. Scram.

( Dog barks )

In the meantime,

placing our faith in God,

we must continue
the performance of our duties.

MOM: Where was God

when the Martians
killed my husband?

( Chattering )

TESS: Where is God?

Right here,
where he's always been.

Why is it that you have
the power to believe

that there are Martians,

but you don't
have the power to believe

that there's
a God that really exists?

A God who loves you
and has never forsaken you?

We heard the Martians
on the radio.

It's the Columbia
Broadcasting System.

( Crowd clamoring )

Do you believe
everything you hear?

Is there one person
in this church

that has actually
seen a Martian?

( Crowd muttering )

WOMAN: There are Martians.

♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫

♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫

Sing!

ALL:
♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫

♫ His truth is marching on ♫

Sing it again.

♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫

♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫

♫ Glory, glory, hallelujah ♫

♫ His truth is marching on ♫

Put some feeling in it!

♫ Glory, glory... ♫

TESS: ♫ Hallelujah ♫

Glor...

Fear not.

It's a Martian!

( Screaming )

MOM: Leonard!

Leonard!

Leonard?

( All screaming )

MOTHER: Leonard?

Leonard!

Leonard!

( Dramatic theme playing )

ANNOUNCER: Speaking from the
broadcasting building, New York City.

The bells you hear
are ringing to warn the people

to evacuate the city

as the Martians approach.

Estimated in the last two hours,

three million people
have moved out along the roads.

Oh, God.

Leonard,

are you okay?

Leonard, your pills.

Avoid bridges to Long Island,
hopelessly jammed.

All communication
with Jersey shore

closed 10 minutes ago.

Tess, he won't
take his medication.

He doesn't want to remember.

How could this be good for him?

The memories are the medicine.

And it wouldn't hurt for you
to take a spoonful either.

( Sighs )

You were in such
a dither that night.

And I felt about yay high.

Who are you,

and what do you think
you're doing?

I'm an angel sent by God.

Don't tell me God sent you.

You're from
Search and Rescue, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Yes, but...

I'm on loan to Annunciations.

Have you ever heard
the expression,

"Fools rush in
where angels fear to tread"?

No, ma'am.

Well, add it to your repertoire

before you rush in next time

and upset
the whole celestial apple cart.

I was just trying
to help people.

You just run along down the road

and see if there are
some animals who need help,

like a lost lamb,
some stray cows.

Let's see how you handle that,

angel girl.

MONICA: It was the first time

you called me "angel girl."

Little did I know. ( Chuckles)

LEONARD: Monica? Monica.

Go on, angel girl.

ANNOUNCER:
A bulletin is handed me.

Martian cylinders...

Will you turn that off?

I can't listen to it anymore.

Or I don't want to remember.

Please.

ANNOUNCER: St. Louis.

Seem to be timed and spaced.

Now the first machine
reaches the shore.

He...

stands watching,
looking over the city.

I don't understand.

Steel, cowlish head is
even with the skyscrapers.

( grunts )

ANNOUNCER: - -for the others.

They rise like a line
of new towers...

Why is this happening?

ANNOUNCER: Now, they're
lifting their metal hands.

This is the end now.

Smoke comes out, black smoke

drifting over the city.

( people screaming )

( branch snaps )

Take that and that!

Hi.

( Sighs )

What are you doing here?

You shot me.
How come I'm not dead?

It only works on Martians.
You're just a dumb girl.

Not as dumb as some
of the people in there.

They all think
the sky is falling.

Huh?

You know, that story

where Chicken Little
thinks the sky is falling,

and all the animals
think it's the end of the world.

Ducky Lucky,
Goosey Lucy, Henny Penny.

That's my nickname.
Penny, I mean.

I wasn't named
after Henny Penny or anything.

Look, I gotta go.

What's your name?

Leonard.

Sure is dark out there, Leonard.

Yeah.

It's got fresh batteries
and everything.

I use it to make my halo shine.

Okay, come on.

But I get
to hold the flash-light.

Okay, Father,

I'm waiting here
for guidance patiently.

WOMAN: Ha!

Moses was patient.

Job was patient.

You... not patient.

I beg your pardon?

You gonna snap the head off
every angel you meet today?

You're an angel?

Just a sec.

I've got a card
in here somewhere.

I never saw you at roll call.

Life Saver?

No, thank you.

Mm.

Little peppermint halo.

Ah. Here.

( Chuckles )

Your name

is Dottie?

You surprised?

What department are you with?

Etiquette.

I'm here to help you
improve your manners.

And just what's wrong
with my manners?

I got a list in here somewhere.

But for starters,
you're supposed to be

a heavenly being,
not a holy terror.

Uh, you're not talking about
"Little Miss Fear Not"?

Her name is Monica,

and someone up there's
got big plans for her.

No. She's going places,

and you're going with her: Up.

It may be difficult
to see right now,

But you and Monica
will make a great team,

The perfect match,
like bagels and cream cheese.

Some things just go together.

She will drive me crazy.

Then you do the driving.

Just remember one thing:

God always has a plan.

Come on.

Try one.

Little halos, huh?

Mm, peppermint.

Mm.

( Crickets chirping )

Look,

over there.

MAN ( over radio ):
2X2L calling CQ.

2X2L calling CQ, New York.

Is there anyone on the air?

Is there anyone on the air?

2X2L...

isn't there anyone?

I'll bet we're practically
the last two people on Earth.

Know my dad's out there.

I gotta find him.

You think he's okay?

He's gotta be.

He's a state trooper.

You're lucky.
My dad died last year.

But I still talk
to him every night.

How? Well...

I pray.

He's the one
who gave me my nickname.

Said I was
his penny from heaven.

Now that's where he is.

I guess that's why
you wanted to be an angel.

Don't know what I'm doing wrong.

I guess sometimes
you're just in the wrong place

at the wrong time,
even though you mean well.

That's a...
That's a lovely wee bell.

I'm sure someone will hear it
and come and find you.

( Cow moos )

Looks like we're both
a little lost, hey?

Just remember,

God loves you.

He really does.

And he always helps us
find our way.

I don't know where we are.

You mean, we're lost?

Yeah.

Are you scared?

No.

How come boys
never say they're scared,

even when they are?

Leonard?

Do you see that?

You think it's a Martian?

Look, Penny,

I don't know what it is,

but before it gets here,
let's make a pact,

like Buck Rogers did

in The Marauders
From the Red Planet.

I never saw that.

If one of us doesn't make it,

the other must carry on.

How do we seal it?

We have to kiss
the Buck Rogers decoder ring.

Okay.

Stand back, Penny.
I'll protect you.

( Siren wailing )

LEONARD: Look! Penny.

It's not the Martians,
it's a police car.

Dad, Dad!

( Suspenseful theme playing )

LEONARD: Where's my dad?

Where are we going?

Leonard,

there's been an accident.

Oh, I wish there
was another road home.

( Melancholy theme playing )

MAN: I let all the
animals out of the barn.

I didn't want
the Martians to get them.

Then I heard

that it was just
a dang radio program.

Dad!

Dad!

Leonard!

Leonard!

MONICA: Leonard?

What is it?
Where are your pills?

What have you done
with your pills?

( Dramatic theme playing )

( graceful classical music
playing over radio )

Leonard.

Leonard, where are they?

Where are your pills? No.

ANNOUNCER: CBS
presentation of Orson Welles

and the Mercury Theatre
on the Air,

an original dramatization

of The War of the Worlds
by H.G. Wells.

The performance will continue
after a brief intermission.

( static buzzes )

What's happening?

I'd hate to see him
die like this.

Here they are.

Those pills will not help him.

I told you what he needs.

No, Tess.

He can't listen anymore.
The memories are too painful.

No, baby.

This memory
will take away the pain,

if he has the courage
to face it one more time.

Leonard...

try to remember.

Just one more time, please.
Monica.

I'll help you.

No!

No!

PENNY: Leonard!

Leonard! Leonard!

Leonard!

Leonard.

( Dramatic theme playing )

FATHER: Always be in
touch, no matter what.

No matter what.

No matter what.

What's the matter with you,
angel girl?

He needs you.

But you told me...

Now, I want you to hear me
and hear me good.

It wasn't right for me
to speak to you that way.

I don't say this very often.

We just got off
on the wrong foot.

We could stand here
all night trying to figure out

how many angels it takes

to dance on the head of a pin.

But that's not
gonna help that little boy.

His daddy is dead,

and he thinks
it's the end of the world.

Why me?

Because what he needs,
you've got.

And what's that? Two things:

A shining spirit...

and yours truly to back you up.

Now, go on, angel girl.

Fear not.

I'm not afraid.

Who said I was afraid?

No one.

But you do seem a wee bit upset.

You talk funny.
Are you from Mars?

If there were Martians,

don't you think that God
would have created them,

just as he created
everything else in the universe?

And that he would love them,

just as he loves you?

If he loved me,
then why did he let my dad die?

I can't answer that.

Then what good are you? Go away.

Just go away!

But I want to help you.

I don't want your help!
I want my dad!

Oh, but, I...

Go away. I just wanna be alone.

( Melancholy theme playing )

Have you seen my friend?
His name is Leonard.

Thanks.

Leonard, Leonard!

I couldn't help him.

The story isn't over
until it says "the end."

Oh, baby.

I know.

( Tearfully ):
I'm not gonna cry, Dad.

I'll be a big boy.

But I'm afraid, Dad.

I'm afraid.

I don't know what to do.

( Leaves rustling )

Go ahead and cry, Leonard.

It's okay to cry.

( Sobs )

( owl hoots )

Oh.

Ah, she was an angel.

Such an angel.

And there's one here
right now, Leonard.

Oh, it was you.

You were there.

Who are you?

I am an angel, sent by God.

I couldn't help you then, but...

I'm going to try
to help you now.

I don't want you. I want Penny.

Penny from heaven.

I fell in love with that smile

the first time
I set eyes on her.

Penny was her nickname? Mm.

She grew up and...

And I married her.

Oh, now I understand.

Understand what?

Oh, Leonard.

God had a plan.

Well, he always does,
but sometimes people forget.

Sometimes angels do too.

But you see,
if I had helped you that night,

you and Penny would never
have spent your lives together.

She needed to help you then,
so that I can help you now.

But she's gone now.

And there's nothing
you could do.

I can help you remember.

You had a pact.

The promise

that you and Penny
made to each other that night.

You said,

"If one of us doesn't make it,

the other one must carry on."

And you sealed it with a kiss.

She's the only girl
I ever kissed.

And just as Penny was there

to help you
grieve for your father,

so now I am here,
to help you grieve for her.

How?

Tell me how.

Just cry, Leonard.

It's okay.

It's okay to cry.

( Crying )

Sometimes all an angel
can do is cry with you.

( Crying): Thank you.

Congratulations, Dad.

Thank you.

Daddy,

you promised to tell me a story.

Amy, come here a second,
sweetheart. Come on.

Come on, don't be scared.

Attagirl.

Now, look, Grandpa's
got something for you here.

Something very special.
I'll show you.

AMY: What is it, Grandpa?

LEONARD: Oh, that

is a secret decoder ring,

and you use it when you want
to send secret messages.

Like what?

Mm...

( whispering )

What'd he say?

That's a secret
between Amy and me.

Now, look, sweetheart.

Grandpa just
finished writing this story.

See? You wanna hear it?

"The Sky Is Falling."

What does that mean, Grandpa?

Uh... Tell you what.

Well, once upon a time,

long, long ago...

And to think, all these years,

I thought
I had messed things up.

Turned out to be
your first shining moment.

Sometimes the only way
to get the right perspective

is to let enough time pass.

Fine wine only
gets better with age.

Why don't people understand?
It's the same thing

with all of God's children?

Tess. Mm?

How old are you?

ANDREW: No, now tell us.

Are we talking
centuries or millennia?

Have you ever
heard the expression,

"Fools rush in..."

ALL:
"Where angels fear to tread."

( laughing )

( cooing )

( heartfelt theme playing )