Touched by an Angel (1994–2003): Season 8, Episode 9 - When Sunny Gets Blue - full transcript

That's good enough.

Yeah.

Right there.

No. No.

I think if I were a human
being, I'd like to live on the street

and-and sell books
on a table over there.

Of course, I wouldn't
charge very much money.

Just enough to pay for
my food and my apartment.

Oh, and then there's
clothes, I suppose,

and-and of course
there'd be taxes

and gas and electric.



How does anybody
lead a simple life

when it's all so
compli... cated?

Monica?

Excuse me.

Did you happen to see
someone I was walking with

a minute ago, about so tall,

long reddish-brown
hair, beautiful smile?

Thank you. You're
very observant.

Monica, where did you go?

I was just looking
at this table.

Do you think we could
use something like this

in our next assignment?

What's the matter?

I-I don't know.



One minute you were there,

and then, all of a
sudden, you weren't.

And I knew you had
to be somewhere,

but I didn't know where.

I felt... I felt...

- Abandoned.
- Abandoned.

And confused and upset

and even a little angry
with you for leaving me.

I'm sorry, Gloria, but...

This was very upsetting.

I know.

And I'm really sorry.

But do you see that
man with the shovel?

His name is Mike,
and he's 21 years old.

But when he was five,
he ran into his kitchen

in his pajamas, looking to
have breakfast with his daddy,

but his daddy was gone,

and Mike hasn't
seen his father since.

I felt abandoned for a minute.

He's had 16 years.

Okay, guys, let's go to lunch!

Mike!

16 years for the ones
who were left behind.

16 years for the one who left.

And we are here
for all of them, Gloria.

♪ 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. ♪

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

Mmm, that smells good.

See you later, Allison.

- Michael.
- Hey, Mom.

What are you doing here?

I'm working the
street over there.

- You never work downtown.
- I know.

But I got to thinking, if
we both worked downtown,

then we can, uh, carpool
and have lunch together,

and I can keep an eye on you.

I can handle myself.

Yeah, well, I already
got the transfer,

- so you're stuck with me.
- No, no.

I will not have my son
hanging around babysitting me.

I see enough of you already.

Which reminds me,
you left the milk out

on the table again, so
you buy the next one.

Fine.

And as for this transfer,

I-I love you, but...

Ha! Got him.

That's a junior partner
at that new law firm

in the corporate towers.

You know, you cannot
make every lawyer in Denver

pay for what one man did.

You know, do you think that
we could get through one meal

without you bringing that up?

Not until you tell me about Dad.

We've been through this.

Yeah, which is
what you always say.

And that's what
I'll keep saying.

If you really want to
figure out your life, Michael,

you'll stop turning a
summer job into a lifestyle

and go to college
like you promised.

Can't hear you.

Got to get back to work, sorry.

Come back here.

And stop listening to that jazz.

Jazz.

Music with a strong but
rhythmic under-structure

with solo and
ensemble improvisations

on basic tunes
and chord patterns.

What could Allison
possibly object to?

For some people,
jazz is more than music.

It's a way of life.

And it's the key to
your assignment.

We have some homework to do.

Hey, good morning, Chris.

Hey, how's it going? Morning.

All right.

I haven't heard this
particular gentleman's music,

but I'm told it's the best
thing Liberace's ever done.

Hey.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Mike, this is Monica.

She's with the city
inspector's office.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, is Jerry here?

Uh, no, Jerry called in sick,

so I am playing
foreman this week.

Oh. Well, we just had a call
from a concerned local merchant

about where you're digging, and
I need to compare the site plan

with the gas main plans.

I don't have them.

- They're in Jerry's truck.
- I could probably find

what I need on the
city planner's Web site

if I could get on the Internet.

Uh, there's a cyber
café right over there.

And they have
computers you can use.

Oh, great. Uh, Mike, why don't
you take Monica over there,

'cause I've got to
get the guys working.

So we're linked up to
the city planner's Web site.

Now to narrow it
down to this block.

There. And it shows no gas
lines where you're working.

There's nothing to worry about.

Ah, you're pretty
good on this thing.

I tried to look something
up on the Internet once,

but I didn't get very far.

Really? What was
it? Maybe I can help.

Oh, it's a missing
person, actually.

Could you try Simon K. Miller?

Shouldn't you be working?

Oh, um, I am.

Uh, this is Monica; she's
from the city inspector's.

She's just making sure we
don't blow up the neighborhood.

Ah, very important.

Just doing my job.

I'm gonna be late for lunch.

I'm working the towers.

Yeah, where else?

I'll meet you there around 1:00.

Okay.

She hates that place.

My dad used to work there.

And would that happen
to be Simon Miller?

Yeah.

What's so funny?

That's the weirdest coincidence.
This is the Ramsey Lewis Trio.

It's the same album
that I have on here.

Ah, so you like jazz?

I love it.

A friend of mine is
selling old jazz records

out on the street.

Oh, you mean that girl
at the table out there?

Mm-hmm.

So, can you tell
me something else

about your dad to help me
narrow down the search?

Uh, well, he, um...

he up and left me and
my mom when I was a kid,

and she doesn't really
like to talk about it,

so I don't know that much about
him, except that he's a lawyer

and, uh, he was
born in Chattanooga.

This might take a while.

I'll wait outside.

Okay.

First I had them
sorted by color,

and then H had
them sorted by artist,

and I still couldn't figure
out where to put this.

"Lorne Greene Sings Bonanza"?

Artist or color... see?

Mike, I found something;
it's not very much.

Well, what?

Well, there was
a Simon K. Miller

in the Denver Bar Association
up until ten years ago.

Then he never shows up again,

not in any bar
association in the country.

Huh.

He also has some unclaimed

disability checks
waiting for him,

and that's all I could find.

Disability?

Oh, it must be
another Simon Miller.

Simon K. Miller.
Simon K. Miller.

Where did I just see that name?

Gloria, doesn't that
name ring a bell?

Oh! Oh, yes.

Yes, of course it does.

It's here somewhere.

Here it is.

Simon K. And the
Chattanooga Express.

Look.

"All compositions
by Simon K. Miller."

Is that who you want?

Yeah.

Dad only went into law because
his parents wanted him to.

All he wanted to
do was play jazz.

He started this band
when he was in college.

They played a
lot of local dances.

That's how I met him.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because that's
how we lost him, too.

All he wanted to
do was play music.

Jazz was an obsession with him.

He didn't want us, Mike.

And I couldn't bring myself
to tell you that... I'm sorry.

Do you know where he is?

Last I heard, he was
touring in Europe,

and that was ten years ago.

Honey, you have got
to stop looking for him.

It's only gonna
break your heart.

And I don't want to
see that in the house.

I'm just never gonna
understand you.

He's wonderful.

Yeah, he is.

Hey.

It's my album.

No, it's not; I just bought it.

I don't care if you
bought it, it's my album.

Just... just calm down, Simon.

Now, give the nice young
man his record back, okay?

But it's my album.

Simon.

Wait.

Is this really you?

Are-are you Simon Miller?

Who's asking?

Well, I'm... I'm a fan.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Here you go.

Plain black coffee.

I don't owe you
nothing... You got that?

Yeah, it's on me.

I don't usually look
like this, you know.

Like what?

Like this.

I'm just between
gigs at the moment.

So that really is
you on the cover?

You are Simon Miller?

Could be.

You know, they have
sandwiches here.

Do you want a sandwich?

I don't take charity.

Let me get you one.

Uh, hey.

Can I get a menu?

Oh, sure, coming right up.

So...

What's it like to play
in a jazz club like this?

I mean, it must be
pretty awesome.

Jazz is all about
letting the music

take you where it wants to go.

Sometimes you
just don't come back.

Hey, are you... are you married?

What's that got to
do with anything?

I was just curious... You're
wearing a wedding ring.

The truth is that I'm trying
to figure out some things

about my own life right now,
and one of my questions is

about who my dad is,
and if you are Simon Miller,

you're him.

I'm your son.

I don't want to talk
to you right now.

I'm late.

I've got a gig.

I said, I don't want
to talk to you now.

And no lawyers.

No!

Oh!

Dr. Cheney to the pharmacy.

Um, the doctor said
there's no internal injury,

just minor cuts and bruises,
but thanks for coming.

You're welcome.

You know that outburst your
father had at the coffee shop?

It seems to have had
all the characteristics

of paranoid schizophrenia.

Well, that's what the
nurses tried to say.

I guess he's been here before,

but I don't buy it, all right?

We had a perfectly
normal conversation.

A person with schizophrenia can
have very lucid moments, Mike,

and lead a normal life
with the proper treatment.

It's important that you see
your father for who he is.

That's the best way to help him.

Just because he lives on the
streets doesn't automatically

make him some
sort of a mental case.

He's homeless and he's scared.

That's all.

Excuse me.

Mr. Doren?

We try to get Simon back
on his meds every time

he comes in, but it's
impossible to get him up

to the proper levels
Without consistent treatment,

and once he leaves, we
can't keep track of him.

And he really
needs this medicine?

Yes, he does.

Okay, well, I'll make
sure he takes it.

Good luck.

Simon just went A.M.A. again.

Wait, what?

Against medical advice.

He walked out.

I didn't even get a chance
to medicate him this time.

Sorry.

Well, they can't keep him in
the hospital against his will.

Yeah, and from the
sound of it, he'll be back.

I just wish I knew where
he went in the meantime.

Mike?

Hey, how's your dad?

I don't know.

He ran away from the hospital.

Why don't you take
the rest of the day off?

Oh, thanks, Andrew.

What's a gig? Didn't
he say he had a gig?

Yeah, it's a musician's
word for a job,

but, uh, I mean, he's hardly
in any shape to perform.

Maybe he believes
he's gonna perform.

Come on, I have an idea.

This place is the
bane of my existence.

It's-it's ugly, the
design is flawed,

and it's full of lawyers.

What have you
got against lawyers?

My son's father was a lawyer.

You mean your husband.

Not my husband anymore.

Then why are you still
wearing that wedding band?

Ha!

Lexus, one o'clock.

Looks like all the old jazz
clubs in town are gone.

The Moonshadow's a parking lot.

The Gardenia is a
Greek restaurant.

How about that place?

"Profile Room."

Oh.

The address is a
few blocks away.

Curious decor.

They must have an
interesting clientele.

- The club is closed, Gloria.
- Oh.

I'll bet no one's set foot
in there for more than...

Go away.

Go away.

Go away, please go away.

Go away.

Please go away.

I can't talk now.

Please.

No...

Go away, go away.

Please go away.

They're coming for you, Simon.

They're trying to hurt you.

Just as before.

We told you, if
they found you...

We'd never leave.

No, no, you can't
take it from me.

It's mine.

It's mine!

No, don't.

Don't take it away from me!

No, don't take it away!

Don't take it away from me.

Please!

No, don't.

Don't take it away from me.

It's mine!

- No, don't take it away from me, please.
- What's he doing?

Dad.

Can you hear me?

He's hallucinating, Mike.

He doesn't even
know that we're here.

Go away.

Simon.

You stand accused

of crimes against
the corporate order.

But it's not my fault.

It wasn't me.

You know what must be done.

Simon?

Simon Miller?

Who... who are you?

My name is Monica.

I'm an angel and
I'm here to help you.

An angel?

Angel... angel,

they're trying to take
my music away from me.

They're-they're taking
my... Listen to me.

This place, these
voices, they are not real.

Oh, they're real.

You're lying to me.

Let me help you.

Come, I will show
you the way out.

Hello, Simon.

Mom?

Are you home?

Mike?

Where have you...?

Oh, my God.

You look familiar.

What is he doing here?

I found him, Mom.

He's been living on the streets.

I've seen him downtown...
You must have, too.

You probably walked
right by him a million times.

You're the meter maid lady.

I remember you now.

I want him out of here, Michael.

Get him out of this house.

He's sick, Mom.

He's got schizophrenia
and he needs our help.

This is not negotiable.

He does not stay in this house.

I know he hurt you, Mom,

and I know how shocking
it is to see him like this.

Believe me, I was shocked,
too, but think about it.

Maybe it's the answer.

To what?

Maybe that's why he left us.

Maybe he was sick
and didn't even know it,

and by the time he got to
Europe, he didn't have anyone

to help him, and he found
his way back here somehow

and wandered the streets,
waiting for us to recognize him.

Oh, honey, I know you'd like

to believe that, but...

What is your problem?

Don't you get it?
It wasn't his fault.

Michael... Fine.

You don't want him here,

I'll get a hotel room

until I can get my own place

and I'll take care
of him by myself.

They have good jazz in Europe.

Three days.

We'll try it for three days.

How's it sound, Dad, huh?

No, you can stay in my room.

L-Let's get you in a shower.

Good night, Sunny.

No, Dad, no, that's Allison.

That's-that's Mom.

That's your wife... come on.

I'm thinking about
taking advanced physics

next semester, Allison.

It's normally for
juniors and seniors,

but I've already taken

all the prerequisites,
so I-I might as well.

Yeah?

It'll put me ahead,

and I might even get off-campus.

How about you?

Um, I'm studying
to be an architect.

I want to go into urban design.

Ah.

♪ When Sunny gets blue ♪

♪ Her eyes get gray and cloudy ♪

♪ Then the rain ♪

♪ Begins to fall ♪

♪ Fitter-patter, pitta-patter ♪

♪ Love is gone ♪

♪ So what can matter? ♪

♪ No sweet lovin' man ♪

♪ Comes to call ♪

♪ When Sunny gets blue ♪

♪ She breathes ♪

♪ A sigh of sadness... ♪

Can I cut in?

Yes.

♪ Like the wind ♪

♪ That stirs the trees ♪

♪ Wind that sets the
leaves to swayin' ♪

♪ Like some violins
are playin'... ♪

What's your name?

Allison.

♪ Weird and haunting ♪

♪ Melodies... ♪

You know, I think from now
on I'm gonna call you Sunny.

♪ Hold her near when Sunny... ♪

From now on?

Yeah.

♪ When Sunny gets blue... ♪

Tomorrow we can get
you some new clothes.

My clothes are fine.

That is the only picture
that I have of us together.

Lake Thomas.

Yeah, Lake Thomas...
you remember.

It was the biggest
fish I ever caught.

You helped me reel him in.

Your mom was
afraid you were going

to fall in the lake.

Mom was there? She
never said anything.

Who do you think
took the picture?

Guess there's a lot of things
Mom just doesn't talk about.

Here.

You know, it's weird.

I used to lie here

and wish you'd come
back and tuck me in.

Now you're back,
I'm tucking you in.

I'm sorry I wasn't here
to watch you grow up.

So am I.

But you're back now.

Oh, here.

Medicine.

I don't need it.

I'm fine.

No, and I want you to stay fine.

You need to take this.

It's really important.

Okay.

Good night, Dad.

Hey, I'm just gonna
sleep on the couch.

Why did he call you Sunny?

I don't know.

It's no use, Simon.

You've been a bad boy.

Do what must be done.

No, no, I didn't take any pill.

Look, look... here it is.

We warned you about this.

It's your fault, Simon.

. I m sorry, I'm sorry.

We were better off without you.

You know what to do.

No, no!

Do what must be done.

You know what to do.

Fire!

Dad.

What happened, Dad?

He's gone.

Now will you please
let him go this time?

How can you be so selfish?

I mean, don't you
have any compassion?

Or are you just so bitter
that you have to make a lost,

sick man pay for a mistake

he probably doesn't
even remember making?

How dare you?

You...

have no idea what
you're talking about.

You think it's been easy for me?

Worrying, wondering,

watching him like
that... day after...

Day after day?

Watching him day after day.

My God, you knew.

You've known all along.

You don't understand.

No, I think I do.

He didn't leave us
and then get sick later.

He got sick and
then you left him.

It's not that simple.

I can't believe you.

You know, you may hate
him, but he is still my father.

How could my own mother do this?

I was trying to... Just save it.

I'll take care of him...
We don't need you.

♪♪

Dad?

Simon?

Dad?

Dad, are you okay, what...?

Dad, what's wrong?

Oh.

Dad, I'm gonna go
get some help, okay?

Look, I'm not
leaving you, I'm just...

I'll be right back, okay?

Oh, Andrew.

Oh, thank God...
I need your help.

Let's, uh...

let's just get him
to the hospital.

Okay?

All he has to do is take a pill,

and he won't even do that,

- and I don't know why.
- You never will.

You don't have his disease.

And you can't see
life through his eyes.

Well, at least I didn't turn my
back on him like my mother did.

Are you sure that's
what happened?

Andrew, the woman's been
working in the same neighborhood

with him for years.

She probably saw him every day

and she never
mentioned a thing about it.

I mean, how cold is that?

Is it possible to hate
someone that much?

Gentlemen, you can see him now.

It's the worst I've seen
him in quite a while.

It's good you're here.

I'm all he's got.

Well, you and Sunny.

What'd you say? Who?

His friend Sunny,
the meter maid.

She's the one who
usually brings him in,

and for some reason
he listens to her.

As much as he can, anyway.

She's the only one who
can bring him out of it,

and you wouldn't
believe how she does it.

We could sure use her tonight.

Sunny... you know who that is?

I think it's my mom.

Oh, man.

Anesthesiologist
to Pre-Op, please.

Mike, why don't
you go talk to her?

And I'll stay here
with your dad.

Give her a chance this time.

Okay?

I found him, Mom.

He's at the hospital.

The nurse says he needs Sunny.

One day,

when you were just
a year and a half,

I came home from shopping

and your dad was gone.

He'd left you home alone,
and I couldn't believe it.

I found him at this jazz
club where he always played,

up on stage with that saxophone.

I was so angry.

I yelled at him,
I-I even hit him,

but I couldn't get
him to stop playing.

The owner said that he'd
come in there like there was

something chasing him,

and then he picked up
that sax and started playing

like a madman.

He played for three hours
straight before he passed out.

And that was the
first time that I knew...

that something was really wrong.

I don't-I don't remember
anything about that.

I tried to stand
by him, Mike, I did.

I took him to every
doctor in town

before the insurance ran out.

I didn't know what else to do.

I tried to keep him
home, but it's not like

I could tie him up, and
schizophrenics can do

dangerous things when
they're hallucinating,

like he did tonight.

I had to protect you, and...

I didn't know how to help him.

And that's why you
became a meter maid.

You think writing
parking tickets was

my dream in life?

I couldn't keep him home,

and I couldn't keep
him off the streets,

but I could keep
him out of jail.

Why didn't you tell me?

A lot of kids grow up

thinking their fathers left.

Not a lot grow up thinking
their fathers are insane.

I was trying to protect you.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I lost my dream

and I lost my husband, but...

my son was safe.

Simon.

Go away, angel.

I want to help you.

And that's what they said.

They don't exist.

Maybe you don't exist either.

Oh, God, help me.

Oh, please let me die this time.

The voices that you hear,
the ones who lie to you...

They want you to die.

But I want you to live.

God wants you to live.

The voices who lie to you,

you hear them in your mind,

but listen to my words, Simon.

Are they in your ears?

In your head?

No.

They are in your heart.

The real Simon,

the Simon that
you were born to be,

the Simon who fell
in love with Allison,

was a father to Michael...

That Simon still exists.

That's the Simon
that I'm speaking to.

That's the Simon
that hears me now.

Your mind is sick.

And your body has
followed its direction.

But your spirit...

your spirit is safe with God.

There's no need to despair,

for He has a way to help you.

The medication you
refuse to take is not poison.

It's a miracle.

Trust me, Simon.

Trust your family.

Trust God.

Please let us help you.

Sunny helped me.

Yes, she does,

but she can only bring
you out for a while.

Only you can decide to stay

out there in the world with her.

Nobody understands me, you know.

I think I do, Simon.

It's like you're all alone.

And you don't
know who to turn to.

Like you've been abandoned.

Yes.

But you haven't been abandoned.

God is here, and He is love.

You come from love, Simon.

From a place where
you are completely safe,

completely forgiven,
and never, ever lost.

God loves me?

Oh, yes.

He does.

♪ No sweet lovin' man ♪

♪ Comes to call ♪

♪ When Sunny gets blue ♪

♪ She breathes ♪

♪ A sigh of sadness ♪

♪ Like the wind ♪

♪ That stirs the trees... ♪

♪♪

♪ But memories will fade ♪

♪ And pretty
dreams will rise up ♪

♪ Where her other dreams ♪

♪ Fell through ♪

♪ Hurry, new love ♪

♪ Hurry here ♪

♪ To kiss away ♪

♪ Each lonely tear ♪

♪ And hold her near ♪

♪ When Sunny gets ♪

♪ Blue. ♪