Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 5, Episode 8 - The Wind Beneath My Wings - full transcript

Hey, kiddo, do you
mind scooching over?

You're sitting in my seat.

I look like a "kiddo" to you?

Everybody looks
like a kiddo to me.

I'm Emma.

Tess.

All rise.

The Honorable Judge
Dolores Chapin presiding.

EMMA: That's Monica,
Judge Chapin's clerk.

Been here only three days.

She's cute, seems
like a hard worker,



but, well, we'll see
how she works out.

You're awfully
familiar with this court.

What are you, a career criminal?

Something worse:
a career mother.

Judge Chapin is my daughter.

So what are you in here for?

Oh, I just like to
see justice in action.

Why, you have come
to the right place.

Dorrie is the best.

(banging gavel)

Court will come to order.

The problem with this job is

that I only get to
see the end of things,

not the beginning or the middle.



Maybe that's why I can
see the bigger picture

through all your
talk of incompatibility.

As my mother always says,

"That's a nice, long legal term

for something as simple
as forgetting how to talk."

Life gets so busy,
we forget to check

how the person across from the
microwave pancakes is feeling.

We don't ask how the meeting
with the boss went yesterday,

or maybe you're tired of seafood

because you had
it for lunch that day.

"No" sounds louder than "yes,"

and it's easier
just to say nothing

rather than explain yourself,

so Karen, Tom, I want
you to do me a favor.

Go out on a date.

Maybe three.

Talk to each other.

Now, you and I both know that
I can't legally make you do that,

but I would hope that
when you come back here,

if you come back here,

well, maybe you'll
see a different picture.

I'm postponing my
judgment for two weeks.

(bangs gavel)

We're adjourned.

BAILIFF: All rise!

EMMA: What did I tell you?

Well, she's certainly
her mother's daughter.

Hi, Emma, how are you today?

Hi, kiddo.

I couldn't be
better if I was twins.

Uh, this is Tess. She's new.

Kind of a lookie loo.

Uh, would you tell my
daughter I'm getting some coffee,

and I've got some
papers for her to sign.

Will do.

She always likes
to get her coffee

from the jury waiting room.

None of the others
quite fills a full cup.

Well, I hope you've got

some better information
than that, Miss Wings.

I do.

Emma comes to court
at least once a week,

and she usually has something

for her daughter
to sign or approve.

Sort of a Mom Friday.

But between you and me,

I think she likes to
come for the sheer joy

of watching her
daughter be a judge.

They're very close.

You think maybe
they're too close?

Well, they're a bit dependent.

Somewhat symbiotic,

connected in a very special way.

Those two have the
apron strings twisted

so you don't know
who's holding on to who.

So I guess what you're
saying is: snip, snip.

Bye-bye, apron strings.

It's a very
complicated operation,

because the Father wants
both patients to survive.

♪ 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. ♪

Interesting strategy with
that last couple, sweetheart.

I saw your father give
the same advice once.

I know.

It was your idea that
I do that, remember?

Last week at dinner?

More talk, less litigation.

That's right. I forgot.

Of course, it was
also your suggestion

that I could save my
marriage that way.

And that would have worked, too,

if Bill hadn't been all
chest and no heart.

Hmm, but what a chest.

Eh, I had different
priorities then.

So what have you
got for me, huh?

Oh, this is just car work here.

Yeah.

I renewed your
membership in the auto club.

We don't want you stranded
in that fancy car of yours.

And why not? You
changed the tire the last time.

Well, every woman has
to be independent, darling,

but not stupid.

And your automobile
insurance is due on Friday,

so initial this change
there and then I'll mail it.

Okay.

(knock at door)

Excuse me, Your Honor,

there's someone here from
the governor's office to see you.

The governor's office?

Must be charity fundraising
time. Send him in.

You want me to wait outside?

Yeah. Would you?

As if I could keep
anything secret from you.

ANDREW: Hello.

Judge Chapin.

Yes.

It's a pleasure to
finally meet you.

Thank you.

I'm Andrew, and I
bet you are Emma.

I bet you're right.

Now, why do you know me?

Well, you're something
of a legend around here,

as was your husband.

Ah, thank you.

He was a lovely man.

What can I do for you, Andrew?

Well, as you may know,

the governor is
considering candidates

for the open seat on
the state supreme court,

and he's narrowed
his list down to you.

Me.

(gasps)

On the state supreme court.

We'll take it!

(laughter)

We'll think about it.

My mother, in her more rational
moments, always taught me

to consider everything
fully before answering.

Actually, that was more
of her father's philosophy.

I'm more of a fly-by-the-seat-
of-your-pants kind of a gal.

Well, Your Honor, um,

you are the
governor's first choice,

but he is gonna need
an answer pretty soon.

I'll get him one. Thank you.

A pleasure.

(both screaming and laughing)

(whooping and cheering)

So, who's next?

Are you wearing any
clothes under that robe?

(all laugh)

Yes, I am.

Okay.

DOLORES: Yes, dear?

How many ladies are judges?

Well, as I always
tell my daughter,

Jenny, not enough.

There's still not enough
lady doctors or lady lawyers

or lady Indian
chiefs for that matter.

It's good for women to do things
that their mothers couldn't do.

If ladies never did this,
how do you know you could?

Remember the rhyme about
Jack and Jill going up the hill?

Well, my father was
a district court judge,

and my mother, who is
sitting in the back of the room,

she always said,

"If Jack can do
it, Jill can do it."

Hmm?

And she's living proof of that.

Not only was she a math teacher,

she was also a WASP
in the second world war.

You were a bug?

(laughter)

No. I was a pilot.

In fact, I was a commander

in the Women's Air
Force Service Pilots.

You see, that's WASP.

And our motto was "We
live in the wind and the sand,

but our eyes are
always on the stars."

Girls don't fly in wars.

They do, too.

MAN: They do now,

but back in World War
II, that was very unusual.

Maybe if we sit quietly,

Jenny's grandmother
will explain to us

why they needed
woman pilots then.

EMMA: Sure.

See, the Army needed
to free up the men

to go and fight in Europe.

We flew the planes
from the factories,

where they were made
through the bases,

where the men took
them on missions.

You did?

Top secret missions?

Sometimes.

Did you fly any top
secret missions, Grandma?

If I tell you, they won't
be secret anymore.

- (school bell ringing)
- MAN: I'm really sorry.

We're out of time.

Let's all thank Jenny's
mom and grandma for coming

- and talking to us today.
- Thank you.

(overlapping chatter)

Hey, I've got to
rush back to court.

How do you guys feel
about walking home, hmm?

Can we, Grandma? We
hardly ever get to walk anymore.

EMMA: Sure, kiddo.
As a matter of fact,

I want you all come
to my house for dinner.

I've invited Tess and Monica.

We are celebrating...

(chuckling): We'll see.

We've got to talk about
that, but dinner sounds great.

I'll see you at Grandma's
house at 6:00, huh?

Okay. Bye, baby.

Oh, bye-bye, Dolores.

EMMA (sighing): Ah... (exhaling)

Well, this doesn't look like...

Doesn't look like what?

Oh...
- (horn honking)
- Oh.

(Emma panting)

(Emma groans)

What's wrong?

Well, Grandma's getting tired.

We've never walked this
way to your house before.

Well, think of it
as an adventure.

(sighs)

Oh... Oh!

We're right back
where we started.

Oh?

Maybe we should call Mom.

No, no.

We can take care of ourselves.

I think we're lost.

Our eyes are
always on the stars.

If this isn't a surprise party,
I'm going to be very unhappy.

Mom? Jenny?

Didn't Emma know we were coming?

She invited us all
to dinner, didn't she?

Yes.

They should have
been home hours ago.

Nothing's been started.

They definitely
haven't been here.

I'm sure that Emma
and Jenny are just fine.

(sighs) Of course they're fine.

They have to be fine.

The question is:
where are they fine?

(knock at door)

(chuckles)

I hope I'm not too early.

I came to help your
mother in the kitchen.

You're Tess?

- Yes.
- Oh.

Uh, do you know
where my mother is?

Isn't she here?

No, she's not. Uh...

Look, I am going to take a drive

from here down
to Jenny's school.

Um, I'm sorry, Tess.

It doesn't look like we're
going to have dinner.

Sure, we are.

I'll just go and get it started.

Those two will be
home before you know it,

and they'll be hungry.

Kitchen's right over here, huh?

Yes, it is. Uh...

You know, there's
something about that woman.

Are you sure you
checked her out?

Oh, yes.

Her record is spotless.

Her reputation beyond reproach.

She's the kind of person
that puts the sun in Sundays.

Yeah, well, her mother
and little girl aren't missing.

Mommy! Mommy!

(laughs excitedly) Jenny.

Where have you been?

You had me scared to death.

Andrew, everything okay?

Yes, yes.

I-I found them
sitting on a bench,

and I just gave
them a lift home.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

What were you doing
sitting on a bench?

We got lost.

We weren't lost.

We just lost track of time.

DOLORES: How do you
lose track of five hours?

You really had me
worried, Mother.

Oh, come on.

I know how to take
care of myself, daughter.

TESS: Everything's fine in here.

No problem.

Who is that?

- Tess.
- Tess?

(gasps) Tess!

ANDREW: Uh, well, I, uh...

I got to get going,
but, uh, Emma,

I will take a rain
check on that meat loaf.

- DOLORES: Andrew.
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- It's no problem.

Yeah.

I'd better go help Tess.

Honey, you better
go do your homework.

That woman cannot go
from A to B without stopping

somewhere in between.

So, you don't think
she got lost, then.

My mother? Are you kidding?

You need help with that, Emma?

Did I... did I salt
these potatoes?

- You want me to taste-test it?
- No.

Why is everything
a test these days?

This afternoon...

Please don't say anything
to Dorrie about this.

But I just...

suddenly couldn't
find my way back.

To home.

That I have lived
in for 40 years.

The home that my husband
and I bought in our salad days

and we were going to keep
for our golden years together.

But he didn't get
as many as I did.

(sighs)

And these days
don't feel so golden.

Emma, why don't you just
tell Dorrie what's happening?

There's nothing wrong with
needing a little extra help.

No, I don't want to be a burden,

and especially
with this new job,

she's going to rely
on me more than ever.

Emma, she's a grown woman.

It's time she took
care of herself.

Oh, dear.

Hmm?

DOLORES: Well, this is the
house I grew up in, Monica.

My mom used these same
dishes for every family meal

ever since I was
in the eighth grade.

And my father used
to sit in this chair

every night and tell us about
the cases he had heard that day

and the judgments he'd rendered.

I always thought he was
the smartest man in the world.

He was the one who inspired
you to be a judge, then?

He inspired, but my
mother convinced me.

She always made
everything seem possible.

Did you see that desk?

When I was a kid, this
was strictly off-limits.

Mom's territory.

She always kept it
rolled down and locked.

(laughs)

And I finally jimmied it open
when I was in high school.

And all I discovered inside
were bankbooks and-and bills.

And I remember...

finding out for the first time
how rich we really weren't.

And somehow she had
managed every month to...

to balance everything.

And she was the reason
why I always felt so safe.

Mothers are one of
God's greatest miracles.

Well, I know mine is.

I know...

people probably
think our relationship

is pretty unusual, but...

she's not just my mother;
she's my best friend,

and I don't know
what I'd do without her.

Have you ever tried to find out?

The truth is, it's kind
of a scary thought.

She's always been there for me.

Every time I get
up on that bench,

I'm holding people's
lives in my hands,

and there are days when
I honestly feel I can't do it.

And I look out
there, and I see her,

the one person who always
said I could do it, and I...

It keeps me going.

Being asked to be on
the Supreme Court today...

It was an incredible
thrill for me,

but it wouldn't have
meant half as much

if she hadn't been
there to see it.

Are you going to
accept the nomination?

Oh, we'll see.

I haven't decided yet.

Why wouldn't you?

It's a big commitment.

And they don't allow
spectators at the Supreme Court.

BAILIFF: All
parties, please rise.

The Honorable Judge
Dolores Chapin presiding.

- (bangs gavel)
- You may be seated.

(whispering): Ought to be good.

Counselor, you may proceed.

Ms. Miller, are you
feeling better today?

Yes, Your Honor.

All right.

Please continue.

But remember that
you're still under oath.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Your
Honor, for getting so upset.

It's just that...

well, he's... he's my father.

And I can't help but remember
all the wonderful things

that he did for me
when I was too little

to take care of myself.

And now he can't tie his shoes,

take a bath, he can't
cook his own meals,

and I would just like the
chance to do that for him

like he did for me when I was...

too little.

I love my brother, but I
will never ever let anyone...

Anyone... put my
father in a home when...

as long as I can take
care of him by myself.

Your Honor, may we
approach the bench?

Ugh. You know, I
think I must have picked

the wrong day to drop by.

This is a bummer.

Let's blow this pop stand.

Okay.

Lindy was the one who
made me want to fly.

- Mm-hmm.
- But five years later,

when Amelia Earhart
flew across the Atlantic,

that was when I knew I could.

(Emma sighing)

Are you all right?

I tell you, Tess, some days,

it takes just everything
I've got to get here.

This old gray mare...

ain't what she used to be.

Come on, baby.

I'm taking you to the doctor.

Okay.

Come on.

That a girl.

DOLORES: Judge Chapin.

- How can I help you?
- MAN: Hello, Your Honor.

This is Dr. Jameson.
You're Emma's daughter?

- My mother?
- Yeah, she came to see me yesterday.

Yesterday? No.

She was here yesterday.

She seemed fine.

- Is she taking her pills?
- What pills?

Blood pressure... she's been
taking them for over a year.

Uh... no.

No, I didn't know
she was taking any.

Well, I think she's
forgetting to take them.

- Her blood pressure isn't normal.
- You're kidding.

Didn't she tell you about the
problems she's been having?

No, she didn't tell me a thing.

Well, can you tell her that she
needs to keep up with them?

Okay, I-I... I will.

Thank you for letting
me know, Doctor.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Everything all right?

That was my mother's doctor.

He said she went
to see him yesterday

and that she's been taking

blood pressure
pills for over a year

and he thinks she's
forgetting to take them.

(chuckles) Doesn't
sound like her.

You mean forgetting?

I hate these doctors
who look at a calendar

and decide it's time for
you to start falling apart.

People do grow old, you know.

People do... (laughing):
but not my mother.

EMMA: ♪ This is
the Army, Mr. Jones ♪

TESS: ♪ Oh, Mr. Jones ♪

EMMA: ♪ No private
rooms or telephones ♪

TESS: ♪ No telephones ♪

♪ You had your breakfast ♪

♪ In bed before ♪

BOTH: ♪ Oh, but you
won't have it there anymore ♪

♪ This is the Army, Mr. Green ♪

♪ Hey, Mr. Green ♪

EMMA: ♪ We like our
barracks nice and clean ♪

TESS: ♪ Nice and clean ♪

EMMA: ♪ You had a
housemaid to wash your floor ♪

♪ Oh, but she won't
help you out anymore. ♪

DOLORES: Whoo!

Ma, did you take
your pills this morning?

Oh, did that old goat,
Jameson, rat on me?

You're taking heart pills,
and you didn't tell me.

- No.
- (Tess clears throat)

Well, yeah, sort of.

- I mentioned them.
- No, you didn't.

Well, I referred to them
as kind of a new vitamin.

Is this serious?

- Well, you see what...
- Absolutely not.

It's preventative measures,
kind of like flossing.

Now, kiddo, what is
on the docket for today?

The Millers... They're
still fighting it out.

Today, the brother
takes his shot.

But I really think I need
to hear from the father.

I think Dad would have
done that. Don't you?

Certainly, if he thought of it.

Yeah. Oh, that poor Mr. Miller.

I've got Jenny's report
card I want you to sign.

- Mm-hmm.
- And...

And-and we've
got to go to lunch.

TESS: See you, kiddo.

MAN: Look, my sister talks

a good game, but when
push comes to shove,

she never follows through.

She'd like to be the
devoted daughter,

but she doesn't have a
clue what it's gonna take.

She can't think that far ahead.

Hey, I could think circles
around you, you idiot!

(gavel banging)

That's enough!

You will show respect
for this court, both of you.

Now... (snoring)

We'll take a recess
for 15 minutes.

(gavel raps)

Mom? Mom, come on.

Hey, you fell asleep.

- Mom?
- (Dolores chuckles)

Who are you?

Thanks for the water, kiddo.

You're all right?
You know who I am?

I'm fine, Dorrie.

I'm gonna just go splash
some water on my face

and fix up this paint job.

We'll be back on the flight
line before you know it.

Then we still have to
sign that report card.

- I'll stay with her.
- Thanks.

(sighs) It's so tedious in
there, I almost fell asleep.

No, you didn't.

And Emma didn't fall asleep
because she was bored.

She's tired, Dorrie.

She's getting older
and she's slowing down.

My mother doesn't
know how to slow down.

She's trying her best
to make you believe

that nothing has
changed... but it has.

Her body is changing,
her mind is changing.

And she hides it
from you very well

because she saves
the best moments

and hours of the day for you.

But she's not as good at
hiding it as she used to be.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I know you don't,

but your mother has
something important to do.

Much more important than
balancing your checkbook

and being your cheerleader

And I'm here to tell
you the clock is ticking,

and you're going to have

to recognize your
mama's limitations,

and then you're going to
have to recognize her potential.

She's 78. What potential?

You see potential in
your little girl, don't you?

(scoffs) Jenny has
great possibility.

Well, Emma is
somebody's little girl, too.

God's little girl.

And she may be 78,

but to the Father,
she's still His baby.

And He's got plans for her.

And Dorrie, when
he looks at her,

He sees a lot of potential.

God?

Well, that's very sweet, Tess...

but I live in the real world,
and if you don't mind,

I'd like to keep my
mother living there, too,

if you know what I mean.

It scares you, doesn't it?

What?

Thinking of living
without your mama.

Jenny's sleeping
with a friend tonight,

so I think I'll burn
the midnight oil,

see if I can catch
up on a few things.

And don't forget,

the the Governor really needs
an answer in the morning.

Yeah. Monica, have you spent
time alone with my mother?

I mean, when I'm not around?

Yes, I have.

How does she act?
Does she act old?

Well, she's certainly reserves
her best moments for her family.

She hid the blood
pressure pills from me.

You think she's
hiding something else?

I think she's doing
the best she can.

Good night.

Good night.

(sighs)

(door shuts)

(sighs)

♪♪

(grunts)

♪♪

♪♪

What are you doing here
at this hour in my house!

Mother, I didn't
mean to scare you.

This is my house!

How dare you go
through my things!

Mother, I was worried about you.

Well, that doesn't give you
any right to invade my privacy!

Mother, it's a good
thing that I did.

They are going to turn off
your electricity next Thursday.

Your telephone bill
is five-weeks late.

You paid the same magazine
subscription three times!

I have a system that you
don't know anything about

because you never bothered
to ask, you just broke in!

There is no system.
It's just a mess!

Well, it's my mess!

No, it is mine, too!

You did not mail
in my car insurance.

I am driving without coverage!

Oh! Oh, I forgot. Oh,
honey, I'm so sorry.

Okay... Mom, what is going on?

If you don't want me
to handle your bills,

maybe you should
get somebody else.

I would. I offered,
Mother, but you insisted.

Now, all of a sudden,
the bills aren't being paid

So what is going on?

I'm getting old.

That's ridiculous.

Mother, if you don't
want to do it anymore...

- No, Dorrie, I do.
- You just tell me

I do. I want to help
you in every way I can,

but I can't keep up anymore.

Mother, you are not getting old.

Dorrie, listen to me, Dorrie.

I don't remember putting
those bills in that drawer.

And I forgot completely
about that insurance check.

I'm not senile, I'm not
getting Alzheimer's.

I'm slowing down.

Takes me twice as much
energy to do half the things

that I used to do.

That is what I keep telling you.

You've got to take
better care of yourself.

You've got to exercise more.
You eat meatloaf all the time.

What about the supplements
that I bought you?

Dorrie, honey,
please, listen to me.

Mother, you can't
go on like this.

I have no choice.

You have a choice!

I have no choice!

The best thing that I can
hope for is to just keep in shape

for the shape that I am in.

And the shape that
I'm in, honey, is old!

And I'm getting older!

Mama! You're not!

"Mama..."

you only call me mama
when you're frightened.

(voice breaks): Listen to me.

We are going to
fight this, Mama.

No, we're going to accept it

because the battle
against old age

only ends one way, sweetheart.

You are giving up!

And I am sorry. I'm
not giving up on you.

(door opens, shuts)

Before this, I, I thought
custody cases were,

were for children.

And, and I suppose,
in a way, they are.

'Cause here we are all
talking about who's going

to feed me... change my diapers,

take me for walks.

In my mind, I, I always
think of these as things

I want to do for myself.

But my body...
(chuckles ruefully)

my body stopped
listening a long time ago.

Funny thing is, I raised
my kids to do the right thing,

and here they are,

can't decide what
the right thing is.

I love my boy, and I
know he only wants

to do the best thing for me.

I love my little girl.

I appreciate she's willing
to take care of me herself.

I love her so much,
I can't let her do that.

I've lived a good life,

and it's time for
her to live hers.

It's all right, honey. I-I
know that you love me.

You don't have to
prove it this way.

Just make sure you bring

the kids by for a
visit when you can.

It's, it's all I need now.

Truth is, I...

I-I'm going to nice,
clean place where...

nobody's heard
any of my stories yet.

I can't have it much
better than that.

Now...

I don't want to hear
another word about this.

Thank you, Mr. Miller.

In light of
Mr. Miller's testimony,

I am going to call for a recess.

And perhaps Ms. Miller's
attorneys would like

to use this time to consider
a motion to withdraw.

(bangs gavel)

BAILIFF: All rise.

(sniffles)

(door slamming)

(sniffles)

Dorrie?

(Dolores sobbing)

Are you all right?

I'm fine, Monica.

I just needed a moment.

Um, Andrew is here from the
governor's office to see you.

Y-Your Honor... very
sorry to disturb you.

The governor is under a lot of
pressure to name his nominee.

He's gonna need an answer today.

I understand.

Tell the governor

I'm very grateful
for the opportunity,

but I'm sorry I have to decline.

I'm sorry, too.

Um, do you think you could
stall the governor a bit longer?

Monica!

I'll see what I can do.

How dare you!

I made my decision
and that's final.

You can't make a
decision when you're upset.

I make decisions all
the time; that's what I do.

It was not a decision.

It was a reaction.

It was fear.

You're damn right it was fear.

I am about to lose
my mother, Monica,

and this is not the time
to take on a new job!

It would kill her to think

you gave up this
chance because of her.

Well, I would give
up anything for her.

I listened to that
man out there...

That poor dear man...

And all I could think of
was that I would rather die

than let someone I love
sit in a wheelchair for hours

in some disinfected hallway,

waiting to be pushed
to the community room

to watch game shows.

(gasping breaths)

I can't let that
happen to my mother,

and I can't let
that happen to me.

What do you mean?

I need her.

Nobody... nobody can
make the things all okay

the way my mom can.

And if that is childish
and selfish and dependant,

then I'm guilty.

Because it just
scares me to death,

the thought of losing her.

Because I can't bear the day

when she'll look at me and
she won't remember who I am

and that will be the day
that I will finally realize

that I am truly
alone in this world.

(stifling sobs)

(voice crackling):
Will you please...

just leave me now?

(sniffles)

I know you're afraid, Dorrie,

but you haven't
lost your mother yet.

You've just found
out that she's human.

(quiet sobs)

TESS: I thought this
was the shopping day.

What are you doing here?

I'm quitting.

Quitting what?

I can't do it anymore, Tess.

I'm getting tired, and
I'm making mistakes.

(sighs)

And Dorrie won't
let me go peacefully.

So you're just gonna quit?

I've got all her stuff here.

She'll find somebody
else to take care of it all.

It's time for me
to... I don't know.

To what?

Shop for a rocking
chair, I guess.

Uh, wait just a minute.

Let me see if I
got this straight.

You can no longer be the
manager and the shopper

and the babysitter

and the therapist and the cook

and the mom and the grandma.

You just can't do it
all like you used to,

so you're gonna find someplace
to lay down and wait to die?

Well, what else is there?

I've been waiting for you
to ask me that question.

Step right this way.

What on earth is going on here?

Have a seat, Your Honor.

This is between
my mother and me.

That's not exactly true.

MONICA: Dorrie...

you told me that you were afraid
your mother would leave somehow,

someday, and that you would
be all alone, but that's not true.

No one is ever alone.

You and your mother and
Jenny have always had angels

watching over you.

And you've had three angels
walking side by side with you

these last few days.

What are you trying to say?

I think she's trying to tell us

that she is an angel.

I don't believe in angels.

Oh, I do.

In fact, I think I
even saw one once

on a recon mission
over Guadalcanal.

That was Andrew.

Andrew?

What, the governor's Andrew?

Yes.

He remembers you well.

(wry laugh)

I'm sorry, this is crazy.

I can't accept it.

(gasps)

What is going on?

Oh, my goodness.

We are angels... sent by God

because He loves you.

And we have a message for you.

You know, Tessa,
I think, you know,

I could have jumped the gun
out there in the hall with you.

I really don't think
I'm ready to die yet.

Well, that's good, because
God has more work for you to do.

But you can't do it until the
fear is out of the way first.

I've never been
afraid of anything.

I've always been
afraid of everything.

Your mama showed
you how to be strong,

and now is the time to
show her that you can.

God doesn't just want you to
be as good as your father, Dorrie.

He wants you to surpass him.

And you can.

Parents are God's gift,

but they're not a
replacement for God.

God will never die.

He'll never leave you alone.

He is life itself, and
He will never grow old.

I never thought much about God.

It's hard to believe he
thinks that much about me.

But somehow, I
know, I know it's true.

So then, what do we do?

TESS: God wants
you to give up the fear

of being alone, of growing old,

the fear of losing each other.

MONICA: Fear is a thief.

It steals all your todays by
making you dread tomorrow.

But today is all you have.

It's all anyone has.

And there's no reason
to worry about tomorrow.

God is already there.

You know, I was so
scared of losing you.

And I thought that
if this is how it feels

for you to be gone
for just one day,

how will I go on
when it's forever?

You'll just go on, honey.

You'll just go on
because you have to.

I know.

But I am going to
miss you so very much.

And I won't be
anybody's baby anymore.

You'll always be my baby.

There's one more item of
business on the agenda.

Oh, can't it wait?

No, it cannot.

God has a mission for you, Emma.

God wants me to do something?

There's a new millennium
approaching, Emma.

And the next thousand
years could be peaceful ones

if the next generations
can learn the lessons

that you and others have learned
from the wars of this century.

But there are very few
voices left to tell the story.

Yours is one of them,

and God has called
you to lift your voice.

Okay, kiddo,
we're set to take off.

Come on, Tigrettes.

Let's get this show on the road.

(Emma laughs)

Oh, isn't this wonderful?

I haven't seen
these girls in years.

Esther is gonna be kind
of a problem, though.

She wants to
bring her boyfriend.

JENNY: Grandma and
her friends are gonna come

to my school first,

and there's gonna be a big
assembly and everything.

EMMA: Well, that's
the least we can do.

Jenny's the one that
brought this gang together

in the first place
on the Internet.

Dorrie, you're going to be late.

Yeah, right.

Well, not a good idea
to be late on my first day.

Mm, ha! Mwa!

Bye, baby.

Okay.

I'll see you tonight.

Okay.

(Dolores sighs)

This is as far as I'd go.

All right, just one more time.

You've got your socks,
the extra sweater,

your traveler's checks, the
emergency phone numbers?

I am gonna be just fine, honey.

I want you to know
how proud I am of you,

and I think Daddy would have
been proud of you, too, Mommy.

He is... I have on
the highest authority.

(Dolores laughing)

(Emma patting Dolores's back)

I love you, Mama.

And I love you forever and ever.

Yeah.

Go get 'em, girl.

(engine starts)

♪ I'll be seeing you ♪

♪ In all the old
familiar places ♪

♪ That this heart
of mine embraces ♪

♪ All day through ♪

♪ In the small café ♪

♪ The park across the way ♪

♪ The children's carousel ♪

♪ The chestnut trees ♪

(voices trail off): ♪
The wishing well... ♪

ANDREW: Madam Justice.

Monica said you were
the Angel of Death.

Yes.

And you know what died today?

Fear.

I made you some
meatloaf for the trip.

Uh, this is supposed to
be a pleasant experience.

Oh, baby.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

EMMA: Bye, kiddos!

GROUP (on bus): Bye!

(bus engine starting)

(dove cooing)