Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 8, Episode 19 - The Bells of St. Peters - full transcript
Taxi!
I know you're
concerned, but fortunately,
we caught the tumor early,
and that's a big positive.
That's good. So, when?
As soon as Dr. Winslow
can schedule the surgery,
we'll get you in there.
How's Wednesday
morning, 6:00 a.m.?
Wow. So soon?
Sooner, the better.
Listen to me, Kyle.
You're strong.
I know you can
do this, all right?
I'll be with you
every step of the way.
You guys have my
cell phone number.
- You can call me whenever you need.
- Okay.
- All right?
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
- Hang in there.
Dr. Lombardo, you're wanted
in ER. 4 for consultation.
Dr. Lombardo to
ER. 4 for consultation.
Just a second, okay?
Scrub nurse to OR. 3 stat.
Scrub nurse to OR. 3 stat.
We'd better get going.
Your mother's making
brunch for us at the condo.
Wonderful.
I just got to log this in.
Dr. Lombardo, you're wanted
in ER. 4 for consultation.
Dr. Lombardo to
ER. 4 for consultation.
They seem like two
very dedicated doctors.
Oh, they are very
dedicated doctors,
but sometimes, when you
believe so much in what you do,
it's hard to find anything
left for your loved ones.
- That's Maggie.
- That's Maggie.
Nurse Monaco,
please call operator 22.
Oh.
Rose?
Oh, hello.
50 milligrams every two hours.
Yeah.
Well, are you in a lot of pain?
- Hi, dear.
- Hi.
Good. Okay.
Yeah, not a problem.
How'd it go with Kyle and Janet?
Well, they took it
pretty well, considering.
They're such sweet people.
And you're wonderful kids
to go see them on a Sunday.
Sunday, Monday, what
difference does it make?
- If you never turn off your cell phone.
- You got it.
If I promise
someone I'll be there,
then I'll be there,
whenever it is.
Well, my patients need me, too,
but I still manage to
take some time off.
Onion or poppy seed?
What's that?
That is a very famous painting.
The Liberation of
St. Peter from Prison.
We're gonna see the original
when we go to Europe next month.
Oh. God willing.
- Where is it, Paris?
- No, Rome.
The Vatican.
We're gonna be there for Easter.
I cannot wait to hear
the bells ringing
at St. Peter's.
They say it's very inspiring.
Maybe it'll inspire you two
to finally start a family.
Stop. I don't know
about this trip, Mom.
It's a very busy time for me.
It's always a busy time.
Dr. DeSanto.
Yeah.
Annie, what's wrong?
Well, do you have a fever?
Well, is your sister
there with you?
That's good.
Maggie can't go on like this,
and neither can her marriage.
And Rose is
praying for a miracle.
Yes, and she might get one,
but not the one
she's praying for.
♪ 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. ♪
Hello? Any pigeons
out here? Pigeons?
Pigeons. Wait a minute.
Piccione. Huh? Piccione?
Dove gli piccioni, eh?
No?
- Oh.
- Hello.
I'm Monica.
I'm here about
the job interview.
Oh, that's wonderful.
You're so prompt.
The doctor will like that.
The doctor's my daughter.
Did you know that?
Yes, I had heard.
And she's a stickler for
getting things done on time.
Didn't come from my side.
I'm a "qué sera, sera"
kind of girl myself.
Have a seat, honey.
Frankly, between
her private practice
and the work she does
in the hospital here,
well, just between you
and me and the lamppost,
it's her marriage that
needs some quality time.
That's why you're here.
I thought I was
filling in for you.
Oh, yeah, you are, you are.
I just told her that if I didn't go
to Europe now, I never would,
so I went out and
bought a ticket,
and, of course, she said
I couldn't go by myself.
And her husband said
she can't go without him, so
voila" we have
a family vacation.
Now we just have to
keep our fingers crossed
so she doesn't back out.
Look.
- They seem like a lovely couple.
- They are.
But very progressive, too.
Maggie's kept her last name,
and Brian's a neurologist.
A doctor of the brain.
Not to be confused
with a urologist,
which is the kind
that killed my Freddy,
may he rest in peace.
20 years ago,
he went to some
fancy-schmancy specialist
who told him he
had a lazy kidney.
By the time we found
out it was prostate cancer,
it was too late.
- I'm so sorry.
- Thank you, dear.
But, you know, there's
always a silver lining
if you look hard enough.
Because of what happened
to her father, Maggie
decided to become a doctor.
I hear she's a very good one.
Of course she is.
She's your daughter.
Have a bagel.
You're hired.
Stay calm, Annie.
I'm calling for an ambulance.
I'll page Dr. Michaels.
She and I will be
waiting for you at the ER.
No, the baby is not gonna die.
We're not gonna let that happen.
Excuse me, Monica. Oh.
Rose, are you all right?
Never felt better.
Your call is important to us.
Please stay on the line.
Maggie?
The insurance company's
got me on hold again.
But I am putting
Annie in the hospital
whether they like it or not.
I'll send up one of
my Rose Specials.
She's going to need
more than a prayer, Mom.
We got to get the baby out.
She's got to let me
treat the leukemia.
She never let me do the chemo.
Well, if there's a
chance it can affect
the baby, I don't blame her.
There is such a thing
as acceptable risk.
Not to Annie.
When you're a mother,
you'll understand.
Then I may never understand.
- Bite your tongue.
- Right now,
marriage is enough
for me to handle.
Last night, we
got in this big thing
over where to put that
damn painting you gave us.
Well, marriage is
about compromise.
- And watch your mouth.
- I am not
having this
conversation right now.
Excuse me, Rose.
Your travel agent's here.
Maggie, this is Monica.
She's gonna take care of
our office while we're gone.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Mom, we have to
talk about this trip.
Your passport came this morning.
I'll hold on to it
for safekeeping.
Mom.
Oh.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You're not gonna
get away with that.
Any time the conversation
doesn't go her way,
she has a dizzy spell.
This is Tanya from Claims.
How can I help you?
Hi, Tanya.
- This is Dr. DeSanto again.
- Yes, Doctor.
Listen, I'm really tired
of getting the runaround
from you people.
No, don't you dare
put me on hold again.
I have an emergency here.
Yes.
Seven, seven, three,
four, four, four, three, oh.
Right.
I have your plane tickets,
your airport
shuttle information,
your hotel reservations
for London and Paris,
but there's a few
options in Rome
that I think we should go over.
Doesn't matter. Whatever's
closest to St. Peter's.
Okay.
Brian.
Hey, Rose.
This is our travel
agent, Gloria.
- This is Brian.
- Don't tell me.
Winslow. Dr. Brian. Seat 27-A.
I've got your plane
tickets right here.
Hold on. Uh, didn't
Maggie tell you?
We're not going.
What?
That's nonsense.
Will you excuse us, Gloria?
Last night, we had a fight.
Yeah, I know.
About the painting.
It started with that
and ended with Maggie
announcing she wasn't going
on the trip because
her patients need her.
And now I'm getting the...
Silent treatment?
Oh, don't worry about that.
I can fix that.
Oh.
Rose, are you okay?
You don't look so good.
Just... I feel worn down.
I think I get anemic.
Anemia is a symptom,
not a diagnosis.
Why don't we have you stop by
the lab and do a blood work-up?
No. No, I'm fine.
Uh...
Y-You know what?
Maybe you're right.
But I hate going
down there by myself.
Would you mind taking me, Brian?
Now?
Yeah.
Sure. Let me call my office.
Okay.
- Is everything all right?
- Everything's fine.
I just remembered that
Maggie ought to be down there
right about now.
God works in mysterious
ways, and so does Rose.
You hold on to those tickets,
'cause we are
going on this trip.
It's not everybody who
gets their blood drawn
from such a big shot.
Well, for you, Rose, anything.
There you are, Rose.
- Are you all right?
- Oh, fine.
Oh, Brian, this is Monica.
She's gonna cover the office
for me while we're on our trip.
I'm telling you, Rose,
it's not gonna happen.
It is, too. I'm gonna
talk her into it.
No, you won't. I'm
looking for Annie's file.
Oh. Right here.
Thank you.
Excuse me,
we're gonna need to
repeat these labs stat.
Yes, ma'am.
What are you doing down here?
Oh, she's feeling
a little tired.
I figured I'd do
some blood work.
Just a touch of anemia.
But thank God
Brian's here to help.
Sounds more like a
case of meddling, Mom.
Now, I've about had it with you.
Dr. DeSanto...
Monica, will you go to ER.
And page Dr. Michaels again?
She's in neonatal; she should
have been here ten minutes ago.
Aren't you being a little harsh?
Harsh?
I have a woman coming
in who won't follow protocol
because she says
her baby comes first,
and an insurance
company who won't let me
keep her in the hospital
where we might be able
to save both their lives.
Honey... you do
the best you can.
After that, it's
"qué sera, sera."
- No.
- Maggie,
she's just trying to help.
Dr. Michaels to the ER.
Doctor, the ambulance is here.
Coming through.
- How you doing?
- Not too good.
Well, let's see what
we can do about that.
Dr. Michaels is scrubbing
up for a C-section.
At seven months, this baby
has a really good chance.
I can't feel the baby.
Can I have a Doppler? Oh.
Sorry if it's a little cold.
Let's have a listen here.
What's that, huh?
See, good and strong.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
You gonna let me
start this chemo
as soon as they
get her delivered?
- Whatever you say, Doc.
- Okay.
Let's get you moving.
♪♪
Save my baby.
No news yet, Monica.
Would you like
some coffee, Rose?
No. I've been
drinking it all day,
and it hasn't done a darn thing.
I'm still tired. I
guess we all are.
- What are you knitting?
- Oh...
it's a christening
blanket for Annie's baby.
I made one of these for Maggie.
She was such a sensitive
child, and so temperamental.
She wouldn't go to sleep unless
I wrapped her in that blanket
and sang her favorite song.
Oh, oh, honey.
I'm sorry.
She's so fussy today, Rose.
- Hey.
- The neonatal team
just took the baby to
the intensive care unit.
She's on a ventilator.
It's touch and go right now.
It's a girl?
I bet she's a fighter,
just like Annie.
Annie didn't make it.
No...
Maggie, I'm sorry.
- Once she went septic,
she was hypotensive. We just...
could not get her
pressure back up after that.
Annie asked you to save
her baby, and you did.
As far as I'm concerned,
that's a miracle.
Don't, okay?!
You're not helping.
You have to believe that.
Believe what, Mom? What
do you want me to believe in?
You want me to believe
in "qué sera, sera"?
You want me to believe in
God? You want me to believe
in crossing my fingers? What?
You don't really
believe in anything.
It doesn't matter to you.
You just pick whatever
works out best.
God, fate, luck...
It's all the same.
I believe in science.
Something real.
Something that works.
And if it doesn't work, I have
to take responsibility for it!
I don't go around giving God
credit when things go right,
and I don't go around blaming
fate when things go wrong.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
You know what, Mom?
This work situation
is not good for us.
I'm sorry, Mom.
Monica, I'm gonna need you
to work full-time from now on.
- But, Maggie...
- First thing tomorrow morning,
9:00.
I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry.
It was the right thing to do.
It's been coming
for a long time.
Maybe.
But it was nice to have
your mother around there.
Somebody who
actually believed in things
- like angels and miracles.
- Oh, yeah.
She's the Kmart shopper
of positive thinking.
She goes up and down the aisles,
tossing every feel-good
philosophy into her cart.
- What's wrong with that?
- It's dangerous, Brian.
And it doesn't make sense.
Either you believe in
something or you don't.
You can't have it both ways.
Where are you going?
I got to get out of
here for a little while.
Well...
I guess I shouldn't have
expected you to understand
what I'm going
through right now.
What are you going through
that I don't go through?
You can't be serious.
You're a neurosurgeon, Brian.
You don't treat
patients; you treat brains.
That is beyond insulting.
They're under sedation
when you see them.
They can't argue
with you, or cry,
or fall apart.
You have office hours
where you examine CAT scans
and lab reports, and you
schedule your surgeries
around your golf games.
You think you're a more
dedicated doctor than I am?
No.
You just don't have to deal with
the real world as much as I do.
You don't have to fight
with insurance companies...
or generate a ridiculous
amount of paperwork
to justify a treatment plan.
You don't have to convince
someone to have chemo...
when you know
it's a form of poison.
Because until a real
cure comes along,
it's the only
chance they've got.
I mean... show a
little compassion here.
You're gonna talk to
me about compassion
after the way you
treated your mother?
Why do you always
stick up for her?
No, the real question is,
Maggie, why does she
always stick up for you?
She's your biggest fan.
She devoted her whole
life to making you happy.
And that's supposed
to make me feel better?
When I know
there's a little baby
sitting in an incubator
fighting for her life
who's gonna be an
orphan because I failed!
You did everything
medically possible for Annie.
No, I didn't! She
wouldn't let me!
That was her choice!
Maggie...
you're great with your patients.
You make them feel loved,
and like there's nothing
you wouldn't do for them.
That's what a doctor does.
It's also what
married people
are supposed to do.
You're a good person.
You're a great doctor.
I just wish you'd fight for us
as hard as you fight
for your patients.
Yes, you should
receive that tomorrow.
My pleasure.
Pardon me?
Of course, I'll tell
Rose you said hello.
Bye.
Good morning.
Oh, good morning.
I have a few messages for you,
and there's someone
from the hospital board
waiting in your office.
Internal Auditing.
Oh, great.
Just what I need this morning.
Thanks.
Hello.
Hello. My name is Tess.
Tess, I have a problem
with Internal Auditing.
I'm a good doctor,
and I resent having
to defend my actions.
Well, whenever there's
an unexpected death,
we must investigate.
For insurance purposes.
Yes, and for humanitarian
purposes just as well.
Here we go.
Do you think you should've
brought the patient in earlier?
How could I?
The insurance company would
not approve the hospital stay.
If I hadn't stuck my neck out,
who knows if that baby
would even be alive right now?
Dr. DeSanto, we're well aware
of what a fine doctor you are,
but even the best
sometimes suffer burnout.
I am not suffering,
and I do not burn out,
and there is no evidence
to suggest otherwise.
Well, that's not what I heard
from some of the members
of the hospital staff.
I may have had a problem with
my office manager yesterday,
but it's been taken care of.
You took care of it
in front of your staff
and other patients.
What do you want me to say?
Nothing... yet.
But there's something I
want you to think about.
You're in a very
stressful field,
one where losing a patient
is a part of the landscape,
and I don't believe you've
given yourself an outlet
to deal with the
loss and frustration.
I don't have time to deal
with my loss and frustration.
All I can do is just push
through and keep on going.
But it's getting harder
to push through, isn't it?
You want to know why?
Turn around, Doctor.
You're dragging that loss and
frustration around behind you.
Housekeeping,
call extension 319.
Housekeeping, extension 319.
Rose, how are you feeling?
Oh, to tell the truth,
I've been better.
I just came by to get
this stuff out of your way.
I always have fresh
flowers for the waiting room.
Makes it nice and bright.
And this... Maggie
made this for me
in Girl Scouts...
for Mother's Day.
Well, maybe I'll leave it here.
You know, patients
seem to like it.
Oh.
Rose?
Ooh.
Rose, you all right?
Your mother's not doing well.
I... I think I
picked up the flu.
Look, Mom... I just...
I can't deal with you right now.
Brian walked out on me
last night, and I just don't think
I can handle another
one of your dramas.
Oh, Maggie.
I had my fingers
crossed for you two.
I even lit a candle.
Stop.
Just stop.
Hello. Dr. DeSanto's office.
Monica, can I speak
to my wife, please?
It's Brian.
Yes?
Maggie, can you come
down here right away?
Your mother's blood came back.
White count is very high.
What?
There's got to be a mistake.
Take a look at the slide.
Oh, my God, look
at those blasts.
No wonder she's tired.
Dr. Palmer, call
Pediatrics, extension 103.
Mom?
I didn't want to wake her.
Mom, wake up.
Hmm? What?
Oh, I must have dozed off.
Was I snoring?
Mom, listen. Listen to me.
We got your blood work back,
and there's a reason
why you've been so tired.
Your white blood
count is through the roof.
I'm gonna check you
into the hospital right now.
Oh, no, I'm just run-down.
Will you get a
wheelchair for me?
No.
I can walk.
No, you can't, Mom.
You can't.
Don't worry, Monica.
I've got the best
doctor in the world.
Trauma team to ICU on Six West.
Trauma team to ICU on Six West.
You need to eat, Rose.
I'm not hungry.
I tried to give the
pigeons some of my food.
It looks like
they don't eat on this
side of the hospital, either.
Oh, well.
Qué sera, sera.
Do you mean that?
What?
Qué sera, sera...
Whatever will be, will be.
Oh, I just say
that all the time.
But do you mean it?
Well... yeah, sure.
You can't go crazy about
worrying what's going to happen.
The future's not ours to see,
so you... you got
to leave it up to fate.
But you also say that God
moves in mysterious ways.
You believe in miracles, but
you also cross your fingers,
and you throw salt
over your shoulder.
You got to cover the
bases, honey, you know?
What's wrong with that?
Faith is not about
covering your bases.
Faith is about trusting
God above all else
when you're in trouble.
You think this is
serious, don't you?
Yes, I do.
When you get to be my age,
death always seems
so close anyway
that you do whatever you
can not to think about it.
You tell jokes, you plan trips.
You even try to
convince your kids
to give you some grandchildren.
Anything to keep your
mind from the inevitable.
But it still comes.
That's why you
need to have faith.
I have all kinds of faith.
I know.
I'm talking about one kind.
In these times when
storms come up quickly
and you need a
lamppost to cling to,
you don't want
to waste your time
deciding which lamppost
that's going to be.
That's not a time
to put your faith
in luck or fate, Rose.
Only in God.
Portable X-ray to ER. 1.
Portable X-ray - to ER. 1.
- Hey, Monica.
Hey, Mom. How you doing?
I have a feeling
you're about to tell me.
I'll see you later, Rose.
Okay, honey, give
it to me straight.
Okay, here's the deal.
That test you took
was a flow cytometry.
Annie had that when she
first came into the hospital.
Right.
And the test results
are the same.
Isn't it strange?
How many times have I
typed the word "leukemia"
on somebody else's file?
I'm much too busy to die.
That's a good attitude, Mom.
Okay, let's talk about
what we're gonna do.
First we drill a tiny
hole in the skull.
Then we insert a plastic bubble
about the size of a quarter.
- Hmm.
- You okay?
Fine.
Go ahead, Brian.
We thread a tube into the
ventricle from the bubble
which delivers chemo
straight into the spinal fluid.
And this
bubbly thing you put...
Where does that go?
Right here.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
I bought a lovely hat,
and I'm not gonna
show up in Rome
with something
sticking out of my head.
Mom, you're not going anywhere
except back to the oncology
ward to start your treatments.
Europe is not gonna
happen right now.
Oh, but it is.
I'm gonna get
through this, honey.
I'm gonna do what I have to do,
and it's gonna work,
because God's
gonna make it work.
I believe that now,
and I've made a decision.
No more "qué sera, sera"
or knocking on wood
or crossing my fingers.
It's times like this when
the rubber meets the road,
you got to make a
decision on who's driving.
If you don't want the cranial,
your other option is
a lumbar puncture.
I don't want to lie to you.
It's painful, and
you'll be awake,
and either way, you're gonna
have to deal with nausea,
and you're probably
gonna lose your hair.
I can afford to
shed a few pounds,
and if I lose my hair,
I'll cover it with my hat.
Well, let's get going,
'cause we got a plane to catch.
♪♪
♪♪
Radiation therapist to oncology.
Radiation therapist to oncology.
What day is today?
Thursday?
It's Good Friday,
but I don't know
what's so good about it.
She hasn't called you at all?
No. We don't talk
much these days.
But don't you worry
about us, Rose.
You just concentrate
on getting better.
Dr. Baum, you're
wanted in Emergency.
Dr. Baum to Emergency.
Good afternoon, Doctor.
What are you doing in my office?
I'm just checking in with you.
Well, I haven't killed
anybody in five weeks,
if that's what you're asking.
Maggie, you haven't had
a vacation in ten years.
Your mother has leukemia,
and your husband has left you.
Don't you think maybe, just
maybe, you need a break?
No. I need to be
here with my mom.
Maggie, your mom's
not in her room.
Rose? Where are you going?
Oh, Gloria.
I'm going to the airport.
This Sunday is Easter,
and I'm gonna be in Rome.
You're not well
enough to travel.
Nonsense, honey.
I'm definitely on the mend,
and if I get to Europe,
then Maggie and Brian will
have to come over together
just to bring me back.
- You still have their tickets?
- Yes.
Oh, good.
Oh, there he is.
I'm going to JFK.
I don't think that's
a good idea, Rose.
How did you know
my name was Rose?
Mom.
Mom.
Dr. Jansen,
emergency room, stat.
Dr. Jansen,
emergency room, stat.
Oh. Maggie?
Brian?
We're here, Rose.
It's gonna be okay, Mom.
You made it.
Did Gloria give you your
tickets and your passports?
Where's my hat?
I've got it, Rose.
Oh, thank you, Monica.
I want to wear it on the plane.
Oh, Monica,
you are so sweet to
come and see us off.
Where am I?
Help me, Monica.
That's why I'm here, Rose.
I've got to get to the airport.
- Mom, stay calm.
- No. Wait. Wait.
Don't let them
take off without me.
Maggie, it's almost Easter.
Mom, it's okay.
It's okay. Shh.
Inhalation therapist
to the fourth floor
nurses' station.
Inhalation therapist
to the fourth floor
nurses' station.
Hello, Rose.
Who are you?
My name's Andrew.
You look familiar.
That beautiful glow.
You look like the
angel in the painting.
I'm a different kind of angel.
An angel?
Monica was right.
I made the right decision.
I chose the right
lamppost, right?
Yes, you did, Rose.
Monica, I thought...
Yes, I know, Andrew,
but I have a message for Rose.
Could you give us a
few minutes, please?
Of course.
You know him?
I thought it was the medication,
'cause I thought he
said he was an angel.
He is an angel, Rose.
An angel of death.
What?
I am an angel, too.
I knew it. I knew it.
There was something
about you not normal.
Uh, no offense.
- Well, now you know.
- Well,
isn't this something?
Two angels.
I mean, I prayed for a
miracle but nothing like this.
Not-not for me but
for my daughter.
Yes, you prayed for
a miracle for Maggie,
but then you didn't trust
God to make it happen.
You took matters
into your own hands.
I-I wanted her to hear
the bells of St. Peter's.
I thought that would
give her some faith.
Rose,
you don't have to go
around the world to find God,
and you can't schedule Him
to appear to someone else.
God works on each
heart individually,
and He speaks when
someone is ready to listen.
Well, it's gonna take more than
a wild story by her crazy mother
about two angels to
make an impression on her.
I mean, no offense to God,
but she's a tough cookie.
Well, He must know
that. He made her, right?
Yes, He did.
And He made you, too.
And He loves you, Rose.
He loves you so very much.
Yeah?
Yes.
And He has heard
your prayers, all of them.
Give Him time to answer
them in His own way.
Okay. Okay.
And, Rose...
He didn't forget
your Easter dream.
Oh.
Oh. It's so beautiful.
I hear them.
Oh. Oh.
- Happy Easter, Rose.
- Oh.
Mom?
Please don't die.
Please.
I love you.
There's so much that
I should've said to you
while I had the chance.
Mom?
It's not too late.
It's never too late
to tell someone what
you feel in your heart.
What are you doing here?
I'm here to help you
understand that you've got to love
and appreciate the
people in your life
while they're still around
and not just take
their love for granted.
I don't have time
to listen to this.
You don't have
time for a miracle?
What miracle?
My m-mom believed in miracles.
- What good did it do her?
- Look at her face.
You know what that is?
Peace.
The peace that comes when you
put your life wholly and
completely in God's hands.
Peace?
She's dying.
She's not gonna get
to go on her dream trip.
God didn't cure her.
Let me ask you a
question, Maggie.
Have you ever seen a miracle?
No.
Are you sure?
Yes. Why?
Because miracles happen
around you every day.
Name one.
Annie's baby.
That wasn't a miracle.
That was skill.
Doctors saved
that baby, not God.
Who guides the
doctor's hand, Maggie?
Don't you know that
God works through you?
Who are you to speak for God?
I'm an angel.
God wants you to
know He's very proud
of the way you've dedicated
your life to healing the sick
and caring for
those you can't heal.
And He wants to work with you
today, tomorrow and every
day for the rest of your life,
if you'll just let Him.
You're crazy.
And I work alone.
There's been a new
development, angel boy.
You've been reassigned.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm glad to hear that.
Housekeeping, extension 409.
Dr. DeSanto?
You got to look at this.
It doesn't make
sense. Run it again.
I did, several
times, and I checked
to make sure it
was the right smear.
Maggie, what's going on?
I don't know. According
to these results,
Mom's white count
is back to normal.
Brian, that doesn't just happen.
People don't spontaneously
cure themselves.
- Well, it happens sometimes.
- Yeah, but rarely.
Oh, my God.
It's really true.
Maggie, what is it?
- Brian,
do you see an angel?
What?
Ciao, bambini. Come va?
Oh.
I know you're
concerned, but fortunately,
we caught the tumor early,
and that's a big positive.
That's good. So, when?
As soon as Dr. Winslow
can schedule the surgery,
we'll get you in there.
How's Wednesday
morning, 6:00 a.m.?
Wow. So soon?
Sooner, the better.
Listen to me, Kyle.
You're strong.
I know you can
do this, all right?
I'll be with you
every step of the way.
You guys have my
cell phone number.
- You can call me whenever you need.
- Okay.
- All right?
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
- Hang in there.
Dr. Lombardo, you're wanted
in ER. 4 for consultation.
Dr. Lombardo to
ER. 4 for consultation.
Just a second, okay?
Scrub nurse to OR. 3 stat.
Scrub nurse to OR. 3 stat.
We'd better get going.
Your mother's making
brunch for us at the condo.
Wonderful.
I just got to log this in.
Dr. Lombardo, you're wanted
in ER. 4 for consultation.
Dr. Lombardo to
ER. 4 for consultation.
They seem like two
very dedicated doctors.
Oh, they are very
dedicated doctors,
but sometimes, when you
believe so much in what you do,
it's hard to find anything
left for your loved ones.
- That's Maggie.
- That's Maggie.
Nurse Monaco,
please call operator 22.
Oh.
Rose?
Oh, hello.
50 milligrams every two hours.
Yeah.
Well, are you in a lot of pain?
- Hi, dear.
- Hi.
Good. Okay.
Yeah, not a problem.
How'd it go with Kyle and Janet?
Well, they took it
pretty well, considering.
They're such sweet people.
And you're wonderful kids
to go see them on a Sunday.
Sunday, Monday, what
difference does it make?
- If you never turn off your cell phone.
- You got it.
If I promise
someone I'll be there,
then I'll be there,
whenever it is.
Well, my patients need me, too,
but I still manage to
take some time off.
Onion or poppy seed?
What's that?
That is a very famous painting.
The Liberation of
St. Peter from Prison.
We're gonna see the original
when we go to Europe next month.
Oh. God willing.
- Where is it, Paris?
- No, Rome.
The Vatican.
We're gonna be there for Easter.
I cannot wait to hear
the bells ringing
at St. Peter's.
They say it's very inspiring.
Maybe it'll inspire you two
to finally start a family.
Stop. I don't know
about this trip, Mom.
It's a very busy time for me.
It's always a busy time.
Dr. DeSanto.
Yeah.
Annie, what's wrong?
Well, do you have a fever?
Well, is your sister
there with you?
That's good.
Maggie can't go on like this,
and neither can her marriage.
And Rose is
praying for a miracle.
Yes, and she might get one,
but not the one
she's praying for.
♪ 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. ♪
Hello? Any pigeons
out here? Pigeons?
Pigeons. Wait a minute.
Piccione. Huh? Piccione?
Dove gli piccioni, eh?
No?
- Oh.
- Hello.
I'm Monica.
I'm here about
the job interview.
Oh, that's wonderful.
You're so prompt.
The doctor will like that.
The doctor's my daughter.
Did you know that?
Yes, I had heard.
And she's a stickler for
getting things done on time.
Didn't come from my side.
I'm a "qué sera, sera"
kind of girl myself.
Have a seat, honey.
Frankly, between
her private practice
and the work she does
in the hospital here,
well, just between you
and me and the lamppost,
it's her marriage that
needs some quality time.
That's why you're here.
I thought I was
filling in for you.
Oh, yeah, you are, you are.
I just told her that if I didn't go
to Europe now, I never would,
so I went out and
bought a ticket,
and, of course, she said
I couldn't go by myself.
And her husband said
she can't go without him, so
voila" we have
a family vacation.
Now we just have to
keep our fingers crossed
so she doesn't back out.
Look.
- They seem like a lovely couple.
- They are.
But very progressive, too.
Maggie's kept her last name,
and Brian's a neurologist.
A doctor of the brain.
Not to be confused
with a urologist,
which is the kind
that killed my Freddy,
may he rest in peace.
20 years ago,
he went to some
fancy-schmancy specialist
who told him he
had a lazy kidney.
By the time we found
out it was prostate cancer,
it was too late.
- I'm so sorry.
- Thank you, dear.
But, you know, there's
always a silver lining
if you look hard enough.
Because of what happened
to her father, Maggie
decided to become a doctor.
I hear she's a very good one.
Of course she is.
She's your daughter.
Have a bagel.
You're hired.
Stay calm, Annie.
I'm calling for an ambulance.
I'll page Dr. Michaels.
She and I will be
waiting for you at the ER.
No, the baby is not gonna die.
We're not gonna let that happen.
Excuse me, Monica. Oh.
Rose, are you all right?
Never felt better.
Your call is important to us.
Please stay on the line.
Maggie?
The insurance company's
got me on hold again.
But I am putting
Annie in the hospital
whether they like it or not.
I'll send up one of
my Rose Specials.
She's going to need
more than a prayer, Mom.
We got to get the baby out.
She's got to let me
treat the leukemia.
She never let me do the chemo.
Well, if there's a
chance it can affect
the baby, I don't blame her.
There is such a thing
as acceptable risk.
Not to Annie.
When you're a mother,
you'll understand.
Then I may never understand.
- Bite your tongue.
- Right now,
marriage is enough
for me to handle.
Last night, we
got in this big thing
over where to put that
damn painting you gave us.
Well, marriage is
about compromise.
- And watch your mouth.
- I am not
having this
conversation right now.
Excuse me, Rose.
Your travel agent's here.
Maggie, this is Monica.
She's gonna take care of
our office while we're gone.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Mom, we have to
talk about this trip.
Your passport came this morning.
I'll hold on to it
for safekeeping.
Mom.
Oh.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You're not gonna
get away with that.
Any time the conversation
doesn't go her way,
she has a dizzy spell.
This is Tanya from Claims.
How can I help you?
Hi, Tanya.
- This is Dr. DeSanto again.
- Yes, Doctor.
Listen, I'm really tired
of getting the runaround
from you people.
No, don't you dare
put me on hold again.
I have an emergency here.
Yes.
Seven, seven, three,
four, four, four, three, oh.
Right.
I have your plane tickets,
your airport
shuttle information,
your hotel reservations
for London and Paris,
but there's a few
options in Rome
that I think we should go over.
Doesn't matter. Whatever's
closest to St. Peter's.
Okay.
Brian.
Hey, Rose.
This is our travel
agent, Gloria.
- This is Brian.
- Don't tell me.
Winslow. Dr. Brian. Seat 27-A.
I've got your plane
tickets right here.
Hold on. Uh, didn't
Maggie tell you?
We're not going.
What?
That's nonsense.
Will you excuse us, Gloria?
Last night, we had a fight.
Yeah, I know.
About the painting.
It started with that
and ended with Maggie
announcing she wasn't going
on the trip because
her patients need her.
And now I'm getting the...
Silent treatment?
Oh, don't worry about that.
I can fix that.
Oh.
Rose, are you okay?
You don't look so good.
Just... I feel worn down.
I think I get anemic.
Anemia is a symptom,
not a diagnosis.
Why don't we have you stop by
the lab and do a blood work-up?
No. No, I'm fine.
Uh...
Y-You know what?
Maybe you're right.
But I hate going
down there by myself.
Would you mind taking me, Brian?
Now?
Yeah.
Sure. Let me call my office.
Okay.
- Is everything all right?
- Everything's fine.
I just remembered that
Maggie ought to be down there
right about now.
God works in mysterious
ways, and so does Rose.
You hold on to those tickets,
'cause we are
going on this trip.
It's not everybody who
gets their blood drawn
from such a big shot.
Well, for you, Rose, anything.
There you are, Rose.
- Are you all right?
- Oh, fine.
Oh, Brian, this is Monica.
She's gonna cover the office
for me while we're on our trip.
I'm telling you, Rose,
it's not gonna happen.
It is, too. I'm gonna
talk her into it.
No, you won't. I'm
looking for Annie's file.
Oh. Right here.
Thank you.
Excuse me,
we're gonna need to
repeat these labs stat.
Yes, ma'am.
What are you doing down here?
Oh, she's feeling
a little tired.
I figured I'd do
some blood work.
Just a touch of anemia.
But thank God
Brian's here to help.
Sounds more like a
case of meddling, Mom.
Now, I've about had it with you.
Dr. DeSanto...
Monica, will you go to ER.
And page Dr. Michaels again?
She's in neonatal; she should
have been here ten minutes ago.
Aren't you being a little harsh?
Harsh?
I have a woman coming
in who won't follow protocol
because she says
her baby comes first,
and an insurance
company who won't let me
keep her in the hospital
where we might be able
to save both their lives.
Honey... you do
the best you can.
After that, it's
"qué sera, sera."
- No.
- Maggie,
she's just trying to help.
Dr. Michaels to the ER.
Doctor, the ambulance is here.
Coming through.
- How you doing?
- Not too good.
Well, let's see what
we can do about that.
Dr. Michaels is scrubbing
up for a C-section.
At seven months, this baby
has a really good chance.
I can't feel the baby.
Can I have a Doppler? Oh.
Sorry if it's a little cold.
Let's have a listen here.
What's that, huh?
See, good and strong.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
You gonna let me
start this chemo
as soon as they
get her delivered?
- Whatever you say, Doc.
- Okay.
Let's get you moving.
♪♪
Save my baby.
No news yet, Monica.
Would you like
some coffee, Rose?
No. I've been
drinking it all day,
and it hasn't done a darn thing.
I'm still tired. I
guess we all are.
- What are you knitting?
- Oh...
it's a christening
blanket for Annie's baby.
I made one of these for Maggie.
She was such a sensitive
child, and so temperamental.
She wouldn't go to sleep unless
I wrapped her in that blanket
and sang her favorite song.
Oh, oh, honey.
I'm sorry.
She's so fussy today, Rose.
- Hey.
- The neonatal team
just took the baby to
the intensive care unit.
She's on a ventilator.
It's touch and go right now.
It's a girl?
I bet she's a fighter,
just like Annie.
Annie didn't make it.
No...
Maggie, I'm sorry.
- Once she went septic,
she was hypotensive. We just...
could not get her
pressure back up after that.
Annie asked you to save
her baby, and you did.
As far as I'm concerned,
that's a miracle.
Don't, okay?!
You're not helping.
You have to believe that.
Believe what, Mom? What
do you want me to believe in?
You want me to believe
in "qué sera, sera"?
You want me to believe in
God? You want me to believe
in crossing my fingers? What?
You don't really
believe in anything.
It doesn't matter to you.
You just pick whatever
works out best.
God, fate, luck...
It's all the same.
I believe in science.
Something real.
Something that works.
And if it doesn't work, I have
to take responsibility for it!
I don't go around giving God
credit when things go right,
and I don't go around blaming
fate when things go wrong.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
You know what, Mom?
This work situation
is not good for us.
I'm sorry, Mom.
Monica, I'm gonna need you
to work full-time from now on.
- But, Maggie...
- First thing tomorrow morning,
9:00.
I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry.
It was the right thing to do.
It's been coming
for a long time.
Maybe.
But it was nice to have
your mother around there.
Somebody who
actually believed in things
- like angels and miracles.
- Oh, yeah.
She's the Kmart shopper
of positive thinking.
She goes up and down the aisles,
tossing every feel-good
philosophy into her cart.
- What's wrong with that?
- It's dangerous, Brian.
And it doesn't make sense.
Either you believe in
something or you don't.
You can't have it both ways.
Where are you going?
I got to get out of
here for a little while.
Well...
I guess I shouldn't have
expected you to understand
what I'm going
through right now.
What are you going through
that I don't go through?
You can't be serious.
You're a neurosurgeon, Brian.
You don't treat
patients; you treat brains.
That is beyond insulting.
They're under sedation
when you see them.
They can't argue
with you, or cry,
or fall apart.
You have office hours
where you examine CAT scans
and lab reports, and you
schedule your surgeries
around your golf games.
You think you're a more
dedicated doctor than I am?
No.
You just don't have to deal with
the real world as much as I do.
You don't have to fight
with insurance companies...
or generate a ridiculous
amount of paperwork
to justify a treatment plan.
You don't have to convince
someone to have chemo...
when you know
it's a form of poison.
Because until a real
cure comes along,
it's the only
chance they've got.
I mean... show a
little compassion here.
You're gonna talk to
me about compassion
after the way you
treated your mother?
Why do you always
stick up for her?
No, the real question is,
Maggie, why does she
always stick up for you?
She's your biggest fan.
She devoted her whole
life to making you happy.
And that's supposed
to make me feel better?
When I know
there's a little baby
sitting in an incubator
fighting for her life
who's gonna be an
orphan because I failed!
You did everything
medically possible for Annie.
No, I didn't! She
wouldn't let me!
That was her choice!
Maggie...
you're great with your patients.
You make them feel loved,
and like there's nothing
you wouldn't do for them.
That's what a doctor does.
It's also what
married people
are supposed to do.
You're a good person.
You're a great doctor.
I just wish you'd fight for us
as hard as you fight
for your patients.
Yes, you should
receive that tomorrow.
My pleasure.
Pardon me?
Of course, I'll tell
Rose you said hello.
Bye.
Good morning.
Oh, good morning.
I have a few messages for you,
and there's someone
from the hospital board
waiting in your office.
Internal Auditing.
Oh, great.
Just what I need this morning.
Thanks.
Hello.
Hello. My name is Tess.
Tess, I have a problem
with Internal Auditing.
I'm a good doctor,
and I resent having
to defend my actions.
Well, whenever there's
an unexpected death,
we must investigate.
For insurance purposes.
Yes, and for humanitarian
purposes just as well.
Here we go.
Do you think you should've
brought the patient in earlier?
How could I?
The insurance company would
not approve the hospital stay.
If I hadn't stuck my neck out,
who knows if that baby
would even be alive right now?
Dr. DeSanto, we're well aware
of what a fine doctor you are,
but even the best
sometimes suffer burnout.
I am not suffering,
and I do not burn out,
and there is no evidence
to suggest otherwise.
Well, that's not what I heard
from some of the members
of the hospital staff.
I may have had a problem with
my office manager yesterday,
but it's been taken care of.
You took care of it
in front of your staff
and other patients.
What do you want me to say?
Nothing... yet.
But there's something I
want you to think about.
You're in a very
stressful field,
one where losing a patient
is a part of the landscape,
and I don't believe you've
given yourself an outlet
to deal with the
loss and frustration.
I don't have time to deal
with my loss and frustration.
All I can do is just push
through and keep on going.
But it's getting harder
to push through, isn't it?
You want to know why?
Turn around, Doctor.
You're dragging that loss and
frustration around behind you.
Housekeeping,
call extension 319.
Housekeeping, extension 319.
Rose, how are you feeling?
Oh, to tell the truth,
I've been better.
I just came by to get
this stuff out of your way.
I always have fresh
flowers for the waiting room.
Makes it nice and bright.
And this... Maggie
made this for me
in Girl Scouts...
for Mother's Day.
Well, maybe I'll leave it here.
You know, patients
seem to like it.
Oh.
Rose?
Ooh.
Rose, you all right?
Your mother's not doing well.
I... I think I
picked up the flu.
Look, Mom... I just...
I can't deal with you right now.
Brian walked out on me
last night, and I just don't think
I can handle another
one of your dramas.
Oh, Maggie.
I had my fingers
crossed for you two.
I even lit a candle.
Stop.
Just stop.
Hello. Dr. DeSanto's office.
Monica, can I speak
to my wife, please?
It's Brian.
Yes?
Maggie, can you come
down here right away?
Your mother's blood came back.
White count is very high.
What?
There's got to be a mistake.
Take a look at the slide.
Oh, my God, look
at those blasts.
No wonder she's tired.
Dr. Palmer, call
Pediatrics, extension 103.
Mom?
I didn't want to wake her.
Mom, wake up.
Hmm? What?
Oh, I must have dozed off.
Was I snoring?
Mom, listen. Listen to me.
We got your blood work back,
and there's a reason
why you've been so tired.
Your white blood
count is through the roof.
I'm gonna check you
into the hospital right now.
Oh, no, I'm just run-down.
Will you get a
wheelchair for me?
No.
I can walk.
No, you can't, Mom.
You can't.
Don't worry, Monica.
I've got the best
doctor in the world.
Trauma team to ICU on Six West.
Trauma team to ICU on Six West.
You need to eat, Rose.
I'm not hungry.
I tried to give the
pigeons some of my food.
It looks like
they don't eat on this
side of the hospital, either.
Oh, well.
Qué sera, sera.
Do you mean that?
What?
Qué sera, sera...
Whatever will be, will be.
Oh, I just say
that all the time.
But do you mean it?
Well... yeah, sure.
You can't go crazy about
worrying what's going to happen.
The future's not ours to see,
so you... you got
to leave it up to fate.
But you also say that God
moves in mysterious ways.
You believe in miracles, but
you also cross your fingers,
and you throw salt
over your shoulder.
You got to cover the
bases, honey, you know?
What's wrong with that?
Faith is not about
covering your bases.
Faith is about trusting
God above all else
when you're in trouble.
You think this is
serious, don't you?
Yes, I do.
When you get to be my age,
death always seems
so close anyway
that you do whatever you
can not to think about it.
You tell jokes, you plan trips.
You even try to
convince your kids
to give you some grandchildren.
Anything to keep your
mind from the inevitable.
But it still comes.
That's why you
need to have faith.
I have all kinds of faith.
I know.
I'm talking about one kind.
In these times when
storms come up quickly
and you need a
lamppost to cling to,
you don't want
to waste your time
deciding which lamppost
that's going to be.
That's not a time
to put your faith
in luck or fate, Rose.
Only in God.
Portable X-ray to ER. 1.
Portable X-ray - to ER. 1.
- Hey, Monica.
Hey, Mom. How you doing?
I have a feeling
you're about to tell me.
I'll see you later, Rose.
Okay, honey, give
it to me straight.
Okay, here's the deal.
That test you took
was a flow cytometry.
Annie had that when she
first came into the hospital.
Right.
And the test results
are the same.
Isn't it strange?
How many times have I
typed the word "leukemia"
on somebody else's file?
I'm much too busy to die.
That's a good attitude, Mom.
Okay, let's talk about
what we're gonna do.
First we drill a tiny
hole in the skull.
Then we insert a plastic bubble
about the size of a quarter.
- Hmm.
- You okay?
Fine.
Go ahead, Brian.
We thread a tube into the
ventricle from the bubble
which delivers chemo
straight into the spinal fluid.
And this
bubbly thing you put...
Where does that go?
Right here.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
I bought a lovely hat,
and I'm not gonna
show up in Rome
with something
sticking out of my head.
Mom, you're not going anywhere
except back to the oncology
ward to start your treatments.
Europe is not gonna
happen right now.
Oh, but it is.
I'm gonna get
through this, honey.
I'm gonna do what I have to do,
and it's gonna work,
because God's
gonna make it work.
I believe that now,
and I've made a decision.
No more "qué sera, sera"
or knocking on wood
or crossing my fingers.
It's times like this when
the rubber meets the road,
you got to make a
decision on who's driving.
If you don't want the cranial,
your other option is
a lumbar puncture.
I don't want to lie to you.
It's painful, and
you'll be awake,
and either way, you're gonna
have to deal with nausea,
and you're probably
gonna lose your hair.
I can afford to
shed a few pounds,
and if I lose my hair,
I'll cover it with my hat.
Well, let's get going,
'cause we got a plane to catch.
♪♪
♪♪
Radiation therapist to oncology.
Radiation therapist to oncology.
What day is today?
Thursday?
It's Good Friday,
but I don't know
what's so good about it.
She hasn't called you at all?
No. We don't talk
much these days.
But don't you worry
about us, Rose.
You just concentrate
on getting better.
Dr. Baum, you're
wanted in Emergency.
Dr. Baum to Emergency.
Good afternoon, Doctor.
What are you doing in my office?
I'm just checking in with you.
Well, I haven't killed
anybody in five weeks,
if that's what you're asking.
Maggie, you haven't had
a vacation in ten years.
Your mother has leukemia,
and your husband has left you.
Don't you think maybe, just
maybe, you need a break?
No. I need to be
here with my mom.
Maggie, your mom's
not in her room.
Rose? Where are you going?
Oh, Gloria.
I'm going to the airport.
This Sunday is Easter,
and I'm gonna be in Rome.
You're not well
enough to travel.
Nonsense, honey.
I'm definitely on the mend,
and if I get to Europe,
then Maggie and Brian will
have to come over together
just to bring me back.
- You still have their tickets?
- Yes.
Oh, good.
Oh, there he is.
I'm going to JFK.
I don't think that's
a good idea, Rose.
How did you know
my name was Rose?
Mom.
Mom.
Dr. Jansen,
emergency room, stat.
Dr. Jansen,
emergency room, stat.
Oh. Maggie?
Brian?
We're here, Rose.
It's gonna be okay, Mom.
You made it.
Did Gloria give you your
tickets and your passports?
Where's my hat?
I've got it, Rose.
Oh, thank you, Monica.
I want to wear it on the plane.
Oh, Monica,
you are so sweet to
come and see us off.
Where am I?
Help me, Monica.
That's why I'm here, Rose.
I've got to get to the airport.
- Mom, stay calm.
- No. Wait. Wait.
Don't let them
take off without me.
Maggie, it's almost Easter.
Mom, it's okay.
It's okay. Shh.
Inhalation therapist
to the fourth floor
nurses' station.
Inhalation therapist
to the fourth floor
nurses' station.
Hello, Rose.
Who are you?
My name's Andrew.
You look familiar.
That beautiful glow.
You look like the
angel in the painting.
I'm a different kind of angel.
An angel?
Monica was right.
I made the right decision.
I chose the right
lamppost, right?
Yes, you did, Rose.
Monica, I thought...
Yes, I know, Andrew,
but I have a message for Rose.
Could you give us a
few minutes, please?
Of course.
You know him?
I thought it was the medication,
'cause I thought he
said he was an angel.
He is an angel, Rose.
An angel of death.
What?
I am an angel, too.
I knew it. I knew it.
There was something
about you not normal.
Uh, no offense.
- Well, now you know.
- Well,
isn't this something?
Two angels.
I mean, I prayed for a
miracle but nothing like this.
Not-not for me but
for my daughter.
Yes, you prayed for
a miracle for Maggie,
but then you didn't trust
God to make it happen.
You took matters
into your own hands.
I-I wanted her to hear
the bells of St. Peter's.
I thought that would
give her some faith.
Rose,
you don't have to go
around the world to find God,
and you can't schedule Him
to appear to someone else.
God works on each
heart individually,
and He speaks when
someone is ready to listen.
Well, it's gonna take more than
a wild story by her crazy mother
about two angels to
make an impression on her.
I mean, no offense to God,
but she's a tough cookie.
Well, He must know
that. He made her, right?
Yes, He did.
And He made you, too.
And He loves you, Rose.
He loves you so very much.
Yeah?
Yes.
And He has heard
your prayers, all of them.
Give Him time to answer
them in His own way.
Okay. Okay.
And, Rose...
He didn't forget
your Easter dream.
Oh.
Oh. It's so beautiful.
I hear them.
Oh. Oh.
- Happy Easter, Rose.
- Oh.
Mom?
Please don't die.
Please.
I love you.
There's so much that
I should've said to you
while I had the chance.
Mom?
It's not too late.
It's never too late
to tell someone what
you feel in your heart.
What are you doing here?
I'm here to help you
understand that you've got to love
and appreciate the
people in your life
while they're still around
and not just take
their love for granted.
I don't have time
to listen to this.
You don't have
time for a miracle?
What miracle?
My m-mom believed in miracles.
- What good did it do her?
- Look at her face.
You know what that is?
Peace.
The peace that comes when you
put your life wholly and
completely in God's hands.
Peace?
She's dying.
She's not gonna get
to go on her dream trip.
God didn't cure her.
Let me ask you a
question, Maggie.
Have you ever seen a miracle?
No.
Are you sure?
Yes. Why?
Because miracles happen
around you every day.
Name one.
Annie's baby.
That wasn't a miracle.
That was skill.
Doctors saved
that baby, not God.
Who guides the
doctor's hand, Maggie?
Don't you know that
God works through you?
Who are you to speak for God?
I'm an angel.
God wants you to
know He's very proud
of the way you've dedicated
your life to healing the sick
and caring for
those you can't heal.
And He wants to work with you
today, tomorrow and every
day for the rest of your life,
if you'll just let Him.
You're crazy.
And I work alone.
There's been a new
development, angel boy.
You've been reassigned.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm glad to hear that.
Housekeeping, extension 409.
Dr. DeSanto?
You got to look at this.
It doesn't make
sense. Run it again.
I did, several
times, and I checked
to make sure it
was the right smear.
Maggie, what's going on?
I don't know. According
to these results,
Mom's white count
is back to normal.
Brian, that doesn't just happen.
People don't spontaneously
cure themselves.
- Well, it happens sometimes.
- Yeah, but rarely.
Oh, my God.
It's really true.
Maggie, what is it?
- Brian,
do you see an angel?
What?
Ciao, bambini. Come va?
Oh.