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: Two boys, four angels. Andrew
: I've seen it take as many as six, seven angels. Tess
: Yeah, but it only takes one God, 'cause He's the one that's got the plan.
: I'm - doing some fix-up work around here for the, uh, landlord. Mrs. Taggert
: Huh! *That* must've took an act of God. Andrew
: I couldn't say.
: Everything has a name. You just don't know what his is yet.
: Hey, ya know, there's nothing wrong with wearing something that somebody else has worn before. Except for the underwear. If I were you, I'd stay away from the underwear.
: Did you steal those? Andrew
: No. I just haven't, uh... plugged in the refrigerator yet. Tim
: Man, you are so weird. Andrew
: Thank you.
: Muhammad Ali was one of the greatest boxers of all time. No question about it. But when it came to the most important fight of his entire life, he never raised a hand to anybody. Tim
: You mean he lost? Andrew
: Nah. He won. Just not in the way you think. You see, Ali was asked to fight in a war. And he believed that God didn't want him to kill another man. So he fought for what he believed in. And he was even willing to go to jail for it, if he had to. Tim
: Well, what happened? Andrew
: They took away his heavyweight title. Tim
: No. Andrew
: Yeah. They took away the one thing he had fought all his life for, but they couldn't take away the thing that was most important to him. So if you wanna be like Muhammad Ali then maybe, you oughta start findin' out what's important to you.
: I hate everybody and everybody hates me! Andrew
: That's not true. That's not true; somebody loves you. Tim
: Yeah, who? Andrew
: God loves you. He made you, Tim; he knows you. And he knows what it's gonna take to get you to believe in Him.
John Wilkes Booth
: What state are you from? Andrew
: I like to think that I am from the State of Grace.
: God never made anyone a slave. People made people slaves. And slavery, sir, is an abomination.
John Wilkes Booth
: I'm a gentlemen; we can agree to disagree, right? Andrew
: Yes. John Wilkes Booth
: You can go your way, I can go mine, right? Andrew
: Yes. John Wilkes Booth
: So why can't the states do the same; if the South can't agree with the North, why can't we all just be gentlemen, and call it a day? Andrew
: Because if every disagreement dissolved the union there would be no marriage. There would be no friendship. There would be, no contracts... no country. There would be nothing but anarchy. And that is where tyrants come from, sir.
John Wilkes Booth
: It's amazing. The light from the fire. It, *illuminates* you. You like some sort of - *avenging angel*. It's quite theatrical, actually. Andrew
: I am an angel, John. Sent by God. John Wilkes Booth
: No doubt God wishes to congratulate me.
: What you have done was not ordained by God; what you have done, is murder a human being in cold blood. And yet by the grace of that same God there is still time for you to trade that - shame, for mercy.
: There's still time, John. You don't have to die alone. John Wilkes Booth
: ...I can't. Soldier
: Can't what? John Wilkes Booth
: My hands. Soldier
: What? John Wilkes Booth
: Put them in front of my face. Soldier
: Why? John Wilkes Booth
: ...Please. Soldier
: Get his hands over them. John Wilkes Booth
: [the soldiers move his arms so he is now in a position to pray
] ... Useless. Useless. Soldier
: What's useless? Andrew
: No. John - it's never useless to pray but the time is now, before...
[Booth is dead
: Before it's too late.
: It's over? Sam
: For him, yes. But there's still something left to be done. But that requires a different *kind* of angel.
[glances aside; Andrew follows his gaze to Lincoln
: I know it usually happens right away, but - the Father had a purpose. And he has new work for *you*, Andrew. Andrew
: An Angel of Death?
[Sam pats his shoulder and smiles
: I'd be honored... Hello, Abraham. My name's Andrew.
: My naee's Andrew. Joe Carpenter
: Death? Andrew
: Yes. I'm an angel. And I guess you can say that this is my, uh... my specialty. Monica's an angel, too. And we've been sent here to help your family make this passing with you. Joe Carpenter
: Afraid... afraid - death? Andrew
: Oh, no. No, no. Never. Besides, do I look scary to you?
] You know, Chris, this is... This is it. These are gonna be your last hours with the man. I think you better say it now. Chris Carpenter
: [starting to cry
] I wanted to... thank you. You taught me so much. And I don't know if anybody's ever told you, but you've lived a very good life. You're a good man. Andrew
: Did you ever think of him as a... strong man? Chris Carpenter
: I have a confession to make. I never really thought of you as a strong person. Patient, maybe... But how could a strong man live with a woman like Mother? Andrew
: Maybe that's the only kind of man who could? Chris Carpenter
: All of a sudden I'm startin' to think... it took more strength to stick with it. You know how to sit back and duck and ride it out... I'm not so good at that. But I'd like to know... Was it worth it, Dad? Hangin' in there all these years? What did you get out of it? Joe Carpenter
: [struggling to speak
] I... I... Andrew
: Chris... He got you.
[with this understanding, Chris kisses Joe's hand and they hug
: "Sometimes the answer is no, sometimes the answer is not yet." Monica
: What, are you makin' fun of me? Andrew
: No, no, I think you did great. Joe, she did great, didn't she?
: See? Monica
: Andrew, what do you think the chances are of a special dispensation? Andrew
: Monica... Uh, I-I don't know. Monica
: It's worth trying. 'Cause sometimes, the answer is yes.
: We'll see you again, won't we? Andrew
: [chuckling; of Joe
] He says you can count on it.
: [to Monica
] Go get 'em, girl.
: It is Mr. Carpenter's time. Monica
: Andrew is here. Why do you need me? Andrew
: [tossing the football to himself
] Well, what's a good receiver without a good passer?
: Do I know you? Andrew
: [Lifts his fencing mask
] The Angel of Death, at your service. Monica
: [of the sword
] Andrew. Put that away before you hurt someone. Andrew
: Hey. You're supposed to tell me how dashing I look.
: He's teaching me how to sword-fight. Andrew
: I've seen enough of 'em.
: I guess you got more out of those fencing lessons than either of us thought. But, whatever the problem was out there, dueling is not the way people handle things these days.
: You can start with the truth. It's always a good technique. Now it might now be pretty. But you've got a pressure cooker that's building up in you, and the truth? The truth is kind of like a safety valve, you know? Just let it out even and - and slow, and just maybe you won't blow up all at once.
: Sometimes I'm just an observer.
: The Father doesn't want you to say good-bye. Andrew
: What good could I possibly do here now? Tess
: Well, let's just see what could *He* can do.
: You know something, Molly, I've been an angel for a long... long time. And you know what amazes me about people; i-it's not that a few of you can't go on. It's that almost every one of you does... despite this - tough business of living. You get up, every morning, and you start over again, because there's this little voice inside you that says: "Hope." And most of you still listen to it. And the ones who don't, we have to release, and return, to the hands of the Father, where hope lives forever.
: [chuckling awkwardly
] Do angels ever, uhm... I mean, will I ever see you again? Andrew
: I dunno. Molly Avery
: What if I fry you up some chicken? Andrew
] Well, then, you know, I might just have to come by some Saturday.
: [to the cow
] Go away, go away, I have nothin' for ya, nothing. Nothing. Monica
] They're just friendly creatures, Tess. Andrew
: Oh, come on Tess, go and make yourself a new friend. Tess
: I don't need a new friend but I might need some new shoes after this.
[the others chuckle
: Everybody struggles to survive at some time. But they almost always beat the odds as long as they don't give up hope.
: So now you're moonlighting as a computer technician, huh?
: Andrew... Andrew
: Yes? Monica
: What are you doin' here? Andrew
: It's, my shift. Ah! Look at this, this - mm! I love computers! Monica
: Your shift? Andrew
: Yeah... You know, this is the toughest assignment that an Angel of Death can get - sitting around here, waiting to get the word. It's just, it's too hard. Monica
: But I thought you liked being an Angel of Death. Andrew
: I - oh, I do. I - I do. Sometimes, you know, the getting there... Meditating the murder of a child... So we take shifts.
: [of Frank dating Kathleen
] Talk about goin' to the Devil.
: Are you an angel? Andrew
: Yes. I am. Little girl
: I prayed for you to come. Andrew
: I know. God heard you. And, he sent me. Little girl
: I miss my mommy and daddy. Andrew
: I know you do honey. And they really miss you too. And someday, you'll all be together again, in a new home. But, you get to go there first.
[kisses and lifts her
: Here we go.
: Well... ya know - it's a team effort.
: You know, it's a funny thing about being afraid. It kinda has this way of getting in your face so that's all that you can see. There's always another choice out there. As long as you're afraid, you'll never be able to see it.
: Andrew, was I too late? Andrew
: No, you're just getting started.
: So you're the transplant coordinator. Andrew
: [for Marion
] That's right, it's a - it's a temporary assignment.
: Tess is a beautiful name for a girl. Andrew
: [reading the test results
] Yes! Tess
: Thank you, Andrew.
: I'm just gonna drop in on some friends. Adam
: [reading the tavern sign
] At the Sign of the Dove? Andrew
: Yeah. Adam
: How appropriate. Andrew
: More than you know.
: Had this guy, the other day - six minutes left to live and he's lookin' right *at* me, and he's telling me there is, no God. Andrew
: Been there. Adam
: So I told the guy, "Look at me. I'm *glowing*, pal. I'm an angel. And you're dying. The time for debate is long since past. So get with the program before..." Andrew
: I know. It happens a lot. Adam
] Yeah... Takes a lot outta ya, though.
: He was willing to risk death, so that he could enter life and you, are choosing death to *escape* your life.
: You know, sometimes in, um... in the course of human events, one man's history actually is, another man's future.
: I'm, uh, lookin' forward to getting to know you. Michael Russell
: You better hurry. Andrew
: Oh, I bet we have more time together than you think.
: Why are you always so cheerful? Andrew
: I, guess it's the line of work I'm in.
: Angels don't tell you what you should have done. We're here to tell you that God loves you. And that He wants you to deal with what you can, right now. Because now... is all you can change.
: I think I knew which angel you are. What's it like? You know... there? Andrew
: It is more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Whit Russell
: Maybe that's why it's been so hard... to believe in.
: [stuck on the phone
] The Angel of Death is on hold.
: [on the phone looking for a musician known only as The Countess
] Well, actually, I don't have a last name either.
: This three-dimensional living is very, very limited.
[John plans to blow up his high school
] You have *no idea* what hell is! John
: Yes I do. It's called HIGH SCHOOL!
: I've already been to hell. Andrew
: You have no idea what hell is. Cory
] Sure I do, it's called high school.
: I'm "Andy". Andy, the Agent of Death. Listen, one week with that guy and I wish he'd fire *me*.
: And now I've got five minutes to find someone... to find someone who looks good in tights. Tess
: Well, don't look at me. But I think I know someone.
: So how'd you like the show? Monica
: OK. The best bit was seein' the Angel of Death runnin' around in a T-shirt and headphones.
[he grins then frowns thoughtfully
: What's the matter? Andrew
: I was just tryin' to imagine what you would look like with a safety pin through your lower lip.
: [recalling the details of a night so he knows how he knows Claudia
] And the boyfriend... was in a really ugly blue tux...
: I'm one of his biggest fans. Tess
: Well, you're his silliest.
: Are - are you gonna save me? Andrew
: In a way. I'm your Angel of Death.
: I get caught up sometimes. Maybe I've been too hard on her. Andrew
: [wryly amused
] That's right; she has been. Tess
] Please, don't help.
: [Sarah, 13 years old, is in the home of an internet sex predator
] Ok, I'd better go. Dean
: [Grabs her arm
] No, you need to finish your drink. Sarah Radcliff
: Dan please! What are you doing? Stop! Dean
: I'm not going to hurt you... Charlie Radcliff
: [Andrew and Charlie, her father, break through the door
] Get away from him Sarah! Dean
: Hey I'm not doing nothing! Andrew
: You got that right! Andrew
: [Dean grabs a bat and swings at Andrew who ducks. He swings again and Andrew merely grabs it
] Sit down. Dean
: You can't just bust in here. Andrew
: [Andrew take the bat by the handle and smashes the computer
] Sit down.
: That was quite a sermon for a non-preacher Andrew
: Well, thank you. Thanks; I didn't have a lot of time to prepare, but - it came from the heart.
: Anyone care for a slice of mocha? Tess
: People can't control death so they make up these fantasies about it which they can control