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TESS: ♪ I sing ♪
♪ Because I'm happy ♪
♪ And I sing ♪
♪ Because I'm free ♪
♪ His eye is on even the little sparrow ♪
♪ That's how I know he watches over me. ♪
MONICA: There are over ten million stories
in the naked city,
and maybe 30 million pigeons, I think,
but I have never even seen a sparrow in Manhattan, Tess.
TESS: Forget the sparrow. It's a metaphor.
If you wanna do good in this job,
you gotta stop being so literal.
I know what a metaphor is.
This... is a metaphor.
That is an artichoke.
I bought it in a market down there in the street,
and the little man said that it has a heart inside
that is so fragile and so delicious,
it's worth all the trouble to get to it.
What have I told you about taking human form
and then starting on the food?
You just stay away from these little men
and their metaphors.
But you just said...
I know what I just said, but sometimes I don't think
you have the sense God gave the goat.
What's the matter, Tess?
You're not yourself.
Oh, I got a new assignment for you,
and it's-- it's not like anything
you've ever done before.
This is my new assignment? But I can't--
Answer this ad.
A tabloid magazine, Tess?
"Your mail is delivered by aliens"?
"Boy sees through ear"?
What, so this Miss Martin needs an angel, huh?
There are one million journalists
in the naked city,
and they need a little faith, too.
But what if they don't know that they do?
Well, I know a lot of people who don't believe in angels,
but I've never met a soul
that didn't want to believe in them.
This Miss Martin, she didn't have to run this ad.
She could have made up something about angels
like the rest of them do,
but somewhere deep inside, she wants something better.
She wants the truth.
Think of her as an artichoke.
So which one is it?
There. Two over and four down.
She's the editor of the Weekly.
Watch out. She's a handful.
I don't know. It was always a risky shot.
Why don't we just use what we got?
I mean, there's some crazy stuff here.
All right, listen to this.
"Dear Ms. Martin, I've been channeling
"an angel named Owen for six years
"and he just left me for a girl named Sue."
All right.
"Sirs, I've enclosed a copy of my book
How to Download Your Angel after 40.
All right.
"To whom it may concern,
"an angel changed my oil on the Taconic Parkway."
But there's no proof.
Since when do we need proof?
We're missing the hook here, Chris.
I mean, you can get anybody
to say they've seen a miracle,
but to prove one-- now there's a story.
(knock on door)
How did you get in here? Do you have an appointment?
Well, I came about the ad.
Oh, let me guess.
You've had some sort of angel experience?
Well, I am an angel experience.
I am an angel.
♪ 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. ♪
You're an angel?
Yes.
Well, thanks for coming in, really,
but we're axing the story.
How long have you been an angel?
Forever.
Let's narrow it down.
Was it before or after you were captured
by Elvis clones?
Why don't I just tell you my story,
and by the time I'm finished, I promise,
you will believe.
What are you doing for lunch?
I heard about this great new place down on 57th street.
Back in an hour, Chris.
CHRIS: No, no.
What? This is just the hook I've been looking for...
a real nut.
All right...
full name and where do you live?
Monica.
Everywhere.
Let's get the ground rules down.
I'm looking for facts.
I need solid proof here, like wings.
Do you got any wings you carry around or something?
I don't think you're ready for those.
Anyway, this is not about proof.
This is about faith.
Faith doesn't sell.
I need evidence,
something the readers can see.
Faith is the evidence of things unseen.
Yeah, okay. Um... Why don't you start talking,
and we'll see how it goes, hmm?
Okay.
Um, well, my name is Monica,
and I've always been an angel,
although I've only been a caseworker for a year,
which isn't very long, as you can imagine,
in the scope of eternity, so I'm still learning.
Yeah, well, wait. Back up.
A caseworker?
Well, I started out in the choir,
but then, of course, everybody does.
And then I spent a little while
in special appearances-- you know, "behold,"
and so on and so forth,
but that didn't last too long,
and then I got transferred over to Search and Rescue--
you know, zoom, push a train back on the track,
zoom, you're out of there.
It was all very exciting, of course,
but I never got to spend more
than a few seconds at a time on Earth.
There were centuries
of little bits and pieces of lifesaving,
but nothing you could really get your teeth into.
And then Tess-- well, she's my supervisor--
well, actually, she's really more of my friend--
she thought that I would make a great caseworker.
I mean, saving lives has its merits,
but saving souls and futures and families--
that's something else altogether.
I think I've really found my niche.
Did you ever wonder why some foods are free
and some you have to pay for?
No. Go on about being a caseworker.
Tell me about a typical case.
Well, I mean, that's all very confidential--
you know, high level stuff.
Well, about eight months ago,
I was watching this young man Andy.
He was climbing up the side of a rock face
with his friends-- no help, no ropes.
To begin with,
I thought that Andy was my assignment,
but lesson number one: assume nothing.
WOMAN: Nothing.
No activity on the EEG, Doctor.
No blood flow to the brain on the scan.
I think Andy can be an organ donor.
Let's keep him ventilated. Run a chem 7, LFTs and CPKs.
And notify the family,
get the organ release on this, stat.
I found a donor card in his wallet.
Get the family onboard anyway.
I don't want this falling apart at the last minute.
Mark time.
Brain death-- 2:52 p.m.
DOCTOR: Let's go. Call the transplant team.
This one can go septic on us easy.
It's amazing how one moment can change everything.
( pager beeping )
Like handling a fillet--
Can't think of it as anything but meat.
Honey, your jacket's calling you.
Oh, excuse me.
You are so talented, Lisa.
You make these gorgeous works of art,
and I can hardly make a hair appointment.
Oh, I knew it. Randy Arnam just upped my bid.
I'm gonna go stand over there and protect it.
Are you staying for the banquet?
LISA: I can't. I have to install a piece
at the new wing at the hospital.
It's gonna take me all night.
Well, see ya.
Yeah.
Oh, good.
Can I get the keys?
Yeah.
No, don't worry about me.
I'll just get a ride.
MONICA: There are just a few forms to be completed.
Thank you.
This one, it gives your consent
to harvest the following organs from your husband.
Andy signed his donor card just last week.
He's, um, always thinking of everybody else.
He was.
He's not dead really, is he?
He's only being kept alive by machines.
But maybe if we waited,
he could come back in a month, couldn't he?
I mean, miracles happen, don't they?
Yes, they do,
but the real miracle here is that Andy's death
will help save many other lives,
and that's something that you can always be proud of.
What have we got, Rintz.
A 24-year-old male-- massive hematoma.
We went in, but we found a closed head injury
with severe brain swelling, so he was no good.
We've had him on a respirator since 3:00.
Timing's perfect. I was just about to order a margarita.
So we've got the liver and lungs
going out to St. Agnes. One kidney we lost,
but the other one flies up to Albany.
I mean, they're flipping out up there.
They're gonna lose their boy in 24 hours.
The harvest is set for 7:00 tonight
once the paperwork gets done.
The heart's all yours.
I'm passing, you're receiving.
Recipient?
A 30-year-old male-- Stage Two.
He's been waiting for a match for two years,
and this one's perfect.
He's, um, he's Gus Jacobson's patient.
I mean, Gus gave him maybe a week.
This is his last shot.
30, Huh?
Yeah, congenital heart,
and the guy shouldn't have even made it this far,
but, I don't know, looks like he hit the second-chance express.
The ambulance is bringing him in.
He's at home?
Yeah. Gus sent him home to die. Who knew?
Donor family?
Married six weeks.
Mountain climbing-- he was climbing solo, unroped.
She hasn't signed yet.
Um, excuse me. I'm Dr. Patcherik.
I'm the surgeon
who's gonna be supervising the procedure.
I just wanted to tell you that I understand
what a terrible loss this is for you
and to assure you
that your husband will be treated
with all the care and respect he deserves.
Let them know, the ones that, uh...
just tell them how much we love him.
He had a very good, kind heart.
I promise.
Yeah.
Hello, Doctor. I'm your Transplant Coordinator.
I've never seen you before.
They like to rotate the coordinators.
It keeps us objective.
I'm really glad we found the perfect match for you.
Monica.
Monica, that kid's organs could go bad any minute.
I got a recipient in here who's not gonna see Tuesday
if I don't get that paperwork signed now.
Well, she just needed a little time.
I mean, she is going to sign.
I know. Just do it, okay?
Let's change him over.
Ready? One, two, three.
Are you doing okay?
He's steady, alert, excited,
and we're just in time.
Oh, there's his cardiologist. Have you met Gus yet?
She's the one from Memorial.
She took Jack Caldwell's chair.
That's Gus?
RINTZ: Augusta.
Papers are signed, everything's in order.
Just need your signature.
Good girl.
RINTZ: Gus, this is Joe Patcherik.
Hi. Heard a lot about you.
Oh, sorry.
I just pulled the engine out of my '63 Merc.
You know, I use that volcano stuff,
but I think an extra hour of scrub ought to do it.
You're scrubbing?
I hope you don't mind if I sit in,
but Ethan's a special patient of mine.
Interesting guy.
He's had more than his share of problems
besides this heart stuff, and I'll tell you,
he's overdue for some good news.
He's a good guy.
"Thomas Ethan Parker."
Everybody calls him Ethan.
Oh, my God.
I didn't see that, Joe.
Get yourself another surgeon.
Ethan Parker murdered Joe's children.
Wait a minute.
A surgeon refuses to do a transplant
on the guy who murdered his kids?
How come I've never heard about this?
TESS: May I take your order?
Yeah, a club sandwich and an iced tea.
I'll have an artichoke
and a double-decaf mocha latte with a spoon
and, ooh, you know, those little bowls
with the sauce to dip it in.
The spoon?
Yeah, Chris,
get all the info you got
on an Ethan Parker.
I'm down here at Roylance's on 57th street.
Yeah.
Can you get me some backup on this?
I mean, any litigation pending?
There's gotta be some sort of lawsuit out there.
But we had a deal here.
I mean, you can't get sidetracked with facts.
See, I knew this was going to be a difficult assignment
the moment I realized
that Ethan had only seven hours to live.
Wait a minute. The doctor said he had a week.
He didn't. He had seven hours,
and I knew that the moment I saw Henry.
Henry?
The Angel of Death.
The Angel of Death?
You make him sound so grim.
No, those guys are real sweethearts.
Guys... plural?
Well, it takes a lot of angels like Henry
to cover it all.
You see them all the time.
Well, I do.
Oh, my God. I never made the connection.
But he didn't *** them.
It was an accident, right?
RINTZ: The guy was driving drunk
and plowed into five kids.
That's ***.
You know, I knew that Ethan spent a couple years in jail
for drunken driving, but I never put the two together.
Oh, God.
Guess what, Ethan.
You know, the good news is
we finally found you a new heart.
The bad news is your surgeon doesn't want to do it
'cause you ran over his kids.
What am I gonna tell him?
Have you ever come across anything like this before?
In one form or another.
Well, I suppose there's always the long-shot chance
we'll get another heart in the next week.
But another perfect match?
Well, let's not count on it.
Would you excuse me for a moment, please?
Sure.
Henry.
Monica.
Just when things start getting predictable-- voilà.
Voilà? That's all you learned after a century in France?
Well, that and-- oh, "A glass of red wine a day
keeps the Angel of Death away..."
for awhile.
Is Ethan...?
Yeah, I thought I'd get here a little early,
get him used to the idea.
You know, it's always harder in hospitals,
making it something special.
How much time do I have?
Um, well, unless you think of something,
we'll be gone by midnight.
Look, it's no problem, buddy.
I don't blame you for a second.
If I could do it for you myself, I would.
Frankly, I'm glad I don't know how.
What about Phil Stalter?
The whole red team had the weekend.
Now, he said something
about taking his kids to the Berkshires.
We could stall the harvest an hour maybe, if he left now.
I'm on it. I'll find him. Don't worry.
( door closes )
ANNOUNCER: Drives the middle and slams it in.
The Orangemen are up by two.
They've gotta box out...
Daddy, it's time.
Yeah, okay, pal.
Be over in just a minute, all right?
But you said that hours ago.
You said when it snowed,
we could go sledding as soon as it snowed.
Okay, okay, be right there.
Go, go. Come on.
Go to the hoop. Jeez.
Joe, are you gonna take them or not?
Yeah, honey. They're in overtime.
Can't be much longer-- ten minutes tops.
Oh, come on. Ten minutes is forever to these guys.
Let me just take them, all right?
No, no, no, no, no. I'll do it. I'll do it.
Okay, here I come. This is me leaving.
Getting out of the chair.
Oh, foul. Come on.
That was a charge. You saw that.
I saw it. Sweetie, they've been waiting since christmas.
You've had 24 games since then, okay?
I'm gonna take them to the park.
Come on, guys, let's go.
Okay, I'm right behind you.
Good-bye, sweetheart. See you later.
Okay, I'm coming.
Okay, let's go.
Oh, jeez. Let him have the lane.
Hey, hey, hey. Give me that hand.
Give me that hand.
( giving kisses )
You have fun. Bring me a snowball.
Bye.
LISA: Mary Ann, come on, sweetie!
ANNOUNCER: Watch out for Wilkins.
He's breaking loose.
Pass to the middle...
( tires screech )
( crash )
LISA: No!
( siren blaring )
So I hope you're getting paid by the pound for this.
No. Actually, I'm donating this piece
because my husband's a doctor here.
Well, any chance he could spare a minute
to give us a hand?
He's doing a heart transplant.
Oh, transplants, huh?
Well, I could use a new back.
Tell him I'll wait for him in the, uh, what is it?
Atrium. He's never been in it.
( knock on door )
Come in.
We haven't had much success finding another surgeon.
I know you can't imagine going ahead with this,
but I'm here to see you through,
and I'll do anything I can to help.
Weird world, huh?
What are the odds of this happening?
The laws of probability never seem to matter
when it happens to you.
I have been a prisoner of probability.
Chance disappears when you make a decision.
Oh, I made a decision a long time ago--
if I ever saw that man again,
I would kill him with my bare hands.
This will just take a minute.
Mm-hmm.
yogurt and dill,
curry, white wine and mustard,
drawn butter and garlic.
Isn't food a great perk?
Well, you enjoy it while you can.
Thank you.
Okay, here we go.
CHRIS: Hey, I got it.
Thomas Ethan Parker, 30,
served two and a half years on a DUI in Jersey--
ran over the curb about four years ago
and killed five kids
getting into a car in front of their house.
Two and a half years?
First offense. That's all I got.
They named a hospital or something after the kids.
There's a picture in there from the guy's arraignment.
Thanks.
Sure.
So I'll, uh, I'll see you later?
Oh, ye of little faith.
Okay, so he existed. Look at this.
The guy kills five children,
and all he got was a bad cut on his face.
You know what's missing here?
Where's the headline that says this piece of *** died?
I mean, how could anybody seriously consider
giving him a second chance?
And don't tell me that it's God's will.
Why don't you let me finish my story
and then you decide.
WOMAN ( over P.A ): Dr. White to the pharmacy.
Dr. White to the pharmacy, please.
TESS: Do you wanna go in there, Dr. Patcherik?
Um, no. I changed my mind.
Have you seen in there?
It looks more like a garden than a hospital lobby.
No, no, i've never been in there.
Oh, come on, take a peek.
No, that's all right, really.
Oh, they're putting a little statute up.
It's gonna be real cute when they get through.
No, really, it's okay. I don't...
( sighs )
Never mind. I'll-I'll see you later.
It seems he wanted to talk to you.
He hasn't wanted to talk to me for a long time.
Well, somebody should start saying something.
That door swings both ways, you know.
GUS: There's nothing to worry about, Ethan.
It happens all the time.
ETHAN: Well, it's almost 7:00.
Just because they said 7:00 doesn't mean
that they're gonna go in at 7:00 on the dot.
And don't forget,
we've got five surgeries to coordinate
before we can harvest,
and that might take a few hours.
Don't you worry.
You know, you're gonna be right next door to that heart,
and as soon as they get it out,
their gonna serve it up faster than a burger and fries, honey.
You can bet on it, Ethan.
Gus, I...
I don't think I have a few hours.
I can feel it,
like death is in the room.
So why don't you just get a substitute surgeon?
That's not the point, and you know it.
A substitute is not what he needs.
You're beautiful when you're cosmic.
Hi. I thought you could use this.
Hello, Ethan, I'm Monica.
I'm coordinating the transplant for the hospital.
You've, um...
got a lot to look forward to, my friend.
I hope so.
I'm looking for my husband.
He's doing a heart transplant-- Joe Patcherik.
Oh, my-- oh, no.
Maybe I can help you.
Patcherik, oh, no.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Ethan, it's okay.
I heard.
You want to say something to me?
Just a word.
Maybe fill your quota for the year.
Just been thinking.
When we buried...
when we buried our babies, I, um...
I stopped believing in God.
Do you remember when Sylvie used to point up at the stars?
She'd ask which one God lived on.
You'd point at her heart
and say, "You're the star.
"God lives inside you..."
Stop it, Lisa. Just stop that.
There is no God.
( sighs )
No. No, maybe there is.
Yeah.
How could I hate him so much if he didn't exist?
Oh, God, that's bull.
It's not God you hate. It's me.
Come on, Lisa...
No, no, no. Get it over with. Say it!
I see it. I see it every time you look at me--
When you look at me.
You blame me. I couldn't wait.
I had to park the car outside in the street.
I should have waited until the basketball game was over.
You're damn right you should have waited!