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Do you have it on?

Are you coming out?

Stop right there.

Turn around, please.

Ah, terrific synthesis of form and function, if I do say so myself.

And you do all the time.

Now flip on the switch.

You don't want to gather the other kids around to sing happy birthday first?

Mr. Wiseman.

Wow.

Look at you.

Very nice.

Want to tell me what the point is?

You're not thinking about lighting me up at night and running advertising all

over me, are you?

I'm an artist. I won't allow myself to be used that way.

Mr. Wiseman, you're about to make a historic contribution to science and

technology. And if all goes as planned, you will have been instrumental in

helping to protect your country from attacks by outside forces that seek to

it harm.

If I'd have known that, I would have worn clean underwear.

As incredible as it seems.

That suit will allow you to be seen from distances as far as 50 miles away and

from altitudes as high as 30 ,000 feet.

30 ,000 feet? What am I going to be doing at 30 ,000 feet?

Jumping out of an airplane.

I don't think so.

Think again.

Mr. Wiseman, you're only eight miles from the target. Any questions?

Yeah, I got a question.

Where the hell's my parachute?

Mr. Wiseman, we've been through all this.

The only effective way to test whether the zero -gravity super barrier actually

works is to have you fall towards it without the aid of a parachute and see

it prevents you from making contact with Earth.

Now you're only six miles from the target.

Let's light up the suit.

That's a negative. That's a negative. Gentlemen, as you can see on this

directly beneath this field, we've constructed a highly experimental

superconductor that rotates at such a high speed that, in theory, it should

create a shield of energy with a radius of five miles that will stop anything,

man, missile, or meteor, from striking the planet, while having no effect on

people or things that are already down here.

Mr. Wiseman, you're now within 90 seconds of target.

Gentlemen, now would be an excellent time to step outside and look towards

northern sky.

Mr. Wiseman, how are we doing?

We're not doing well.

Nobody told me I wouldn't have a shoot.

I can't do this.

I won't do this. I'm not...

Did you know there's people up here with guns?

Sir, subject is moving to the door.

Don't gloat.

You know, we got a hell of a storm going on up here.

If you wanted to call off tonight's game on account of rain, I'd be more than

happy to schedule a make -up kamikaze mission for you.

As I'm sure you know, tonight's experiment would not be possible without

intense electromagnetic surges created by this evening's storm.

We hope someday to be able to replicate these conditions without the benefit of

Mother Nature's help. But for the moment, yes, understood.

It appears the plane is directly over the target.

Jump, Mr. Wiseman.

This won't work. You can't lean down. Your feet keep pushing the door open and

lighting the light.

Is this happening?

Or is this not happening?

You cool?

Yeah, I'm cool.

You know, I told my mother we were going to the library.

Well, we were. We are. We just stopped here first.

Oh, no.

What are you looking at?

I don't know.

You see that light in the sky? It's just hanging there.

Star.

It's too low to be a star.

You're right. It's the freaking blue fairy coming to town to make Pinocchio a

real boy.

I'll see you guys in school tomorrow.

Heather!

She's probably just thinking about her dad.

How you doing up there, Mr.

Wiseman?

It's getting pretty wet and windy up here, Doc. What do you say you cut the

power on that big Hoover you got down there and get me down?

It's not that easy, Mr. Wiseman.

You shut off the superconductor and you plunge to your death.

We're going to try to get a plane up there to pick you up.

With this weather, it may be a few minutes. With this wind, I feel like I'm

going to blow off the edge of this thing. Mr. Wiseman?

Mr. Wiseman, can you hear me?

Mr.

Wiseman?

It's Dr. Morris. Can you hear me?

Mr. Wiseman?

We couldn't get a plane up there fast enough in that storm.

You literally blew off the edge of the barrier.

You must have hit your head when you landed on the ground.

Great.

Listen, next time Mr.

Salvage Parts here suggests using the parachute, let's say we humor the

artificial bastard and get him a parachute.

When we started this, when we first met, I told you to put your family and

friends out of your mind.

That was a good plan.

Good rule.

The problem is, men make rules.

God handles fate.

Where are we going with this?

In a perfect world you wouldn't know.

I'm concerned that if you found out, if you discovered that I didn't tell you...

Hey. Help me out here.

I just fell from the sky.

What's the subject of this conversation?

Your daughter's been very badly hurt.

She was apparently struck by lightning.

Oh, my God.

A man walking his dog found her in the woods between the high school and

Foxhurst Road. She was carrying a library card, which is how we knew to

you.

Mrs. Weissman, your daughter's in a very deep coma.

At the moment, we have no idea what, if any, brain damage she sustained as a

result of the lightning strike or the fall to the ground she took immediately

after it.

Okay.

There's also the very real possibility we may never be able to raise her from

this coma.

Okay.

What I'd like to suggest to you before you go in and see her, if there are any

other family members that need to be called.

No.

There's no one to call. I'd just like to go be with my daughter now.

I need to be clear with you on how this is going to work.

How what's going to work?

You can't expect to just go walking into this hospital.

Then what are we doing? Why'd you even tell me?

I told you because there's something awful were to happen.

I didn't want you to spend the rest of your existence.

Presenting the fact that you didn't get one last look.

But you just said... I said you just can't go walking in there.

The hospital has guards and nurses and policies.

And nobody but you and I know that she's your daughter.

Not to mention the fact that your wife is in there.

So what's the point?

The point is to be there.

Even if it's just sitting in the car outside.

A man inside.

monitoring her condition on a minute -by -minute basis.

And I'm giving you my word, if something dire happens, I will find a way for you

to at least see your daughter.

Say goodbye one last time.

Wake up.

Mrs. Weissman, I'm Reverend Miller from St.

Mark's.

I was here visiting some ailing congregants, and one of the doctors

stop by.

What is that?

Heather. Heather, sweetie.

Heather, Mrs. Weissman.

Please let the doctor do his job. What happened? What's going on? We're losing

her. I'm going to need some adrenaline. Get the crash cart. We may need to

intubate her. I mean, it's behind you.

Begin come crack.

What?

Yes, absolutely.

I understand.

I need confirmation.

God Almighty, look on Heather, who you made your child in baptism, and comfort

her with the promise of love and the promise of life.

What?

It's not good.

The wife's up there. The minister's up there.

She's had some kind of seizure.

Ah, that's it.

I'm going up.

Just a minute.

No, I don't have a minute.

Then take a minute.

Don't make a fool out of me.

You go marching in there and I'm honor bound to make a call that'll have a

sharpshooters here so fast they'll create a breeze.

And they will take you down.

Now let's do this the right way.

My way.

God the Father in heaven, have mercy on your servant.

That's a room there.

Fourth floor.

Be discreet.

Pulse is 47 and falling.

God, the son, redeemer of the world, have mercy on your servant.

VP is 75 over 40. She's crashing again.

God, the Holy Spirit, have mercy on your servant.

May you be one with the one who formed us in the dust of the earth.

Almighty God, look on Heather and comfort her with the promise of life.

God the Father in heaven, have mercy on your servant.

God the Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy on your servant.

God the Holy Spirit, have mercy on your servant.

God the Father in heaven, have mercy on your servant.

May you be well.

The angels and saints triumphant come to meet you.

What are

you doing?

Shut off that damn suit.

What happened?

Where am I?

Oh, baby.

Get down here.

You were struck by lightning.

You were in a cold blood.

No, I mean, I heard his voice talking about angels and saints, and I saw one

right out there. Yes.

Well, you were on the fourth floor in a hospital.

He was really bright and really beautiful.

and make sure she's okay.

No.

Elbow.

Elbow.

You have any kids?

The question of whether or not I have children is irrelevant to the

that we are having, which is about whether or not I make further inquiries

your behalf regarding your daughter, which I will not.

Fist. What's the problem here?

Pretty simple question.

Not out of line, considering we've spent every single day of my second life

together.

I bet you do.

I bet you have some.

What I can't figure out is whether you made them the old -fashioned way or put

them together from some kind of kit.

Do I have to?

What do you give me?

Well, maybe I do know a little something.

The others get easier every day.

But that one?

This better be good.

She was released from the hospital two days ago.

And according to my sources, she should be headed back to school right about

now.

So what do you think?

Do you think God made the egg so the chicken would have children which will

up and be our dinner?

Or did God make the egg thinking we would snatch it before it hatches and

it for breakfast?

Is this for an assignment?

No, it's just a question.

Do you have any questions about sex?

I mean, it just seems so cruel and ugly.

Where is this headed? I mean, are you telling me you want to be a vegetarian?

You want cereal for breakfast? No, I'm just confused.

I mean, I saw this angel, and he was so beautiful.

I mean, just this ball of light.

And, well, you see something like that, and you think, there must be a god, and

he or she must be really amazing.

But then you think about things like chickens or eggs or things on the news

what happened to Daddy and... People take the eggs and

people eat the chickens and people do the things that you see on the news and

was people that caused the accident that killed your father.

But God makes the people and the chickens and the eggs and God made the

Yes, of course.

So then you believe me?

About? What I saw.

I believe that you think you saw an angel, yes.

Mom, that isn't what I asked. I asked you to believe that I did see an angel.

Heather, you were struck by lightning. You were in a coma.

Mom, I saw what I saw.

I mean, stop and think a minute.

Have you ever known me to be a deeply religious or spiritual person?

I mean, who's someone that always has a stomachache on Sunday morning?

Yeah, I have actually wondered about that.

And I mean, take the gifts out of Christmas morning, and well, let's face

I'd probably sleep in.

A year ago, you were the best wise person in the pageant.

Mom, my point here is, I'm not really an obvious candidate for this kind of

thing, but for some reason, God chose me.

And he or she did it for a reason.

Really?

You think?

I think I'm supposed to spread the word.

The word? What word?

You know, like, let people know that I've witnessed this miracle.

Oh, God.

What?

Heather, it's your first day back to school.

Maybe you just want to go easy on the wording and the spreading.

You're not ashamed, are you?

No.

Of course not.

It's just that people get upset.

When they see somebody out there telling them what the word is and how they have

to spread it, they just do.

So I'm saying maybe you just want to locate it.

Okay?

Okay.

I'll grab something to eat on my way out the door. I'm going up and getting

dressed.

Jeez Louise.

It's impossible. You know, it couldn't really happen, but it still tells some

sort of truth.

Now, in Bernard Malamud's book, The Natural, give me an example of romantic

imagery.

Great. When lightning strikes the tree and the guy uses the wood from it to

his bat wonder boy.

Fabulous example.

I mean, what are the chances?

Lightning hitting a tree. OK, happens all the time. But now the wood from that

tree becomes a baseball bat that only hits home runs.

But the most interesting part of it is, in the context of the story that Malamud

is telling, we don't question it. We embrace it.

We want to believe it.

Yeah, Gretchen.

Heather got hit by lightning.

Wow.

And what was that like?

Well, I wouldn't recommend it.

No, come on.

Tell us.

Well, there's this flash.

And it hurt. And then I guess somebody took me to the hospital.

Have you taken batting practice lately?

She was in a coma.

Wow, again.

What was that like?

Well, I didn't know I was in a coma, not until I woke up and someone told me.

Who was the first person you saw?

Your mother? The doctor? What did they say?

He gives us all his love.

He gives us all his love.

He's smiling down on us. From up above, he gives us

all his love.

What? That's what happened.

He gives us all his love.

Mom's in there, huh?

An angel?

A freaking angel?

I got your card. It was nice.

Why are you going around telling everybody you saw an angel?

Because I did.

How do you think this reflects on me?

It doesn't reflect on you at all.

How does it reflect on you?

I don't know. I go out with a girl who sees stuff.

Oh, poor you.

What about me? I don't believe in anything, and I'm the one who saw it.

waking up with that every day.

So was he, like, good -looking?

No way!

People think you're crazy, you know?

They think, like, maybe the lightning, like, nuked your brain or something.

And what do you think?

I don't know what I think.

Excuse me.

Are you Heather Wiseman?

You are, aren't you?

My name's Brian. I'm with the Bugle.

School paper?

I'd like to talk to you.

Interview you.

That's okay.

Yeah, sure.

So how much trouble am I in?

Well, I wouldn't call it trouble.

Principal Barnhart thinks maybe it would be a good idea if we spent a little

more time at home. Let all of us settle down.

People think I'm crazy.

People don't think you're crazy.

Some people think that maybe with everything that happened in the

That maybe I imagined it.

Maybe. What do you think?

I think a week and a half ago, you almost died.

I think the fact that you're sitting here with me now is maybe a miracle.

And so I think that it is entirely possible that these miracles may become

bunches.

I just also think we should probably keep them to ourselves.

He knows how hard we try.

He hears the babies cry.

He sees the old folks die.

He gives us all his love.

Now if you need someone to talk to,

you can always talk.

And if you need someone to

lean on, you can lean on him.

He gives us all his love.

Mom, I think we have a problem. He gives us all his love.

He's smiling down on us.

Heather, do you know what all these people are doing out there?

Yes, can I help you? Hi, I'm with Action News 3, and we were wondering if we

could speak with the little girl who saw the angel?

No, no, she's got soccer today.

That won't be possible.

Oh, God.

Please, he's the one who got us into this.

Yes. Hi, I'm with the New Rochelle Gazette, your local paper, a division of

United General, a subsidiary of Worldwide Ideas, Inc., one of the mega

group companies dedicated to keeping your local paper local. We were

if we could possibly get 15 minutes with Heather Weisberg. No, that won't be

possible.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I just noticed the rightmost upstairs window.

I'm quite sure I saw the image of the face of a man in the glass.

Yes, but I've been meaning to wash those windows for months now. Thank you.

Mr.

Wiseman? Please, call me, sir.

We have a problem.

If it's about that extra Brussels sprout I ate at dinner, I'll make it up to

you. I'll go easy on the garbanzos at lunch.

What's this?

I win the lottery? Your daughter's on the verge of becoming some kind of

prophet. Seems the night that she was struck by lightning, she saw a man

surrounded by a blindingly bright ball of light outside her hospital room

four floors up.

What? You in that damn suit.

It's my daughter.

Your daughter.

Send that to Ripley and he wouldn't believe it.

It gets better.

Earlier in the evening, she vividly recalls seeing a light falling in the

Precisely where we ran our test.

Now hundreds of others are remembering that they saw it too.

News crews are combing the area in planes trying to debunk your daughter.

Trying to find a scientific explanation for this unexplained phenomenon.

Every night, people are camping out waiting to see another angel descend

the heavens.

The northern heavens, exactly where we aimed our zero -gravity super barrier.

As a result, all testing has been halted.

All work has come to a complete standstill.

Your little girl is bringing the United States government to its knees.

So what do you want me to do?

I want you to visit her again.

to convince her to let everyone know that from now on you will be appearing

the southern sky.

In fact, you can tell her that you'll be making another appearance tomorrow

night at 8 o 'clock.

You want me to tell her that I'll be falling through the sky again tomorrow

night at 8 o 'clock?

Precisely. Tell her to tell her friends. The more, the merrier.

The sooner we get everybody's attention off the northern sky, the better it will

be for everyone.

It's said in the paper that a lot of people think she's a kook.

She's doing this for attention.

The Red Sea hasn't parted in a long time.

Makes some people dubious, I guess.

What did you have in mind?

You want me to climb up to her window and talk to her through the glass?

This being your house, I was rather hoping you might know where a key would

You mean walk in the front door?

It's one in the morning, Mr. Wiseman.

I don't think we want the neighbors to see a white hot ball of light hanging

outside your daughter's window.

Just walk in, go up to her room, turn on the suit, and give her the message.

But what if Lisa wakes up? What if she thinks there's been a break -in?

I have great confidence that you can handle yourself, should local law

enforcement arrive.

I'm following a suggestion.

Don't get close enough for her to touch you.

I fear it will destroy the illusion, not to mention the temptation for you to

hug her.

might just prove overwhelming.

Last time I saw you, you were in a hospital bed.

You look better.

Woody. Don't speak.

Just listen.

I know what you've been going through. So I want you to tell everyone that if

they want to, they can see me tonight.

Just like you did.

Only I'll be in the southern sky.

Do you understand what I mean when I say in the southern sky?

I never meant for any of this to hurt you, Heather.

And I'm going to do everything I can to put everything back the way it was.

Can I wake my mom?

Can I bring her in here to see you?

No, I'm sorry. You mustn't do that.

Bring her tonight with the others.

The southern sky, 8 o 'clock.

Wait.

If you see my daddy, will you tell him that I love him?

Oh.

He knows, honey.

He knows.

He gives us all his love.

He gives us all his love.

He's smiling down on us from up above and he's giving us

all his love.

He knows how hard we try.

He hears the babies cry.

He sees the old folks dying.

He gives us all his love.

And if you need someone to lean on,

you can lean on him.

He gives us all his love.

He gives us all his love.

He's smiling down on us. Is that you trembling or me trembling or the ground

trembling? It's okay, Mom. It's going to be beautiful. Right there in the

southern sky.

He's smiling down on us. Just 20 more minutes.

From up above, he's giving us all his love.

Hi, Mrs. Wiseman.

Hi, Gretchen.

Craig? Nick.

12 minutes to the big show, huh?

We're going to go sit on the boulder over there.

Bill, what did you like? I'm okay.

I like it here.

We'll catch up with you later.

Do you know it's almost ten till eight? We have to go.

And where's my suit?

Don't you want me to slip into that thing that turns me into a human

I mean, what's going on?

What's going on is you're not going up.

What? But you told me to tell my little girl... To look in the southern sky.

To gather all her friends and tell them to look in the southern sky.

To make sure that everyone looked in the southern sky so they could see.

Nothing?

What better way to convince people that there was nothing up there for them to

see than to invite everyone to look and show them nothing?

For what it's worth, you did a magnificent job.

My people tell me the woods are packed.

But my child.

You tricked me into lying to my child.

Tricked you?

You couldn't make it back to your house fast enough.

And forgive me, Mr. Wiseman, but you are not an angel. You never have been, and

you've always known it.

All I did was add my little fib to the cavalcade of misrepresentations that

already in place.

Besides, I don't really see that we've done all that much harm.

Don't you understand?

That night at the hospital, she honestly believes that she saw an angel. She's

honestly going to believe that for the rest of her life. What a wonderful gift.

Oh, but tonight she won't see anything.

The angel will have let her down, will have betrayed her.

A true test of faith.

Yeah, but she'll be embarrassed.

She'll be humiliated.

One day older and one day wiser.

And if her mother loves her as much as I think she does, then she'll be just

fine, Mr. Wiseman.

And yes, she will always have the horrible memory of that night everyone

around and waited to see the impossible vision that she was certain would

appear.

And right next to it, the unbelievable certainty that comes from having stood

death's door.

knowing that there was an angelic figure just outside her hospital room window,

looking over you, making sure you won't die.

You don't understand, because you don't have children.

I can't let this happen. It's five to eight.

You have no choice. It is happening. No, it isn't.

I'm going to her. I can't let her face this moment without me.

Mr. Wiseman.

Your top speed is maybe 35 miles an hour, and you're at least a good 25

away.

I'm going.

It's 8 o 'clock!

Man,

that's a plane.

Just a wang.

Come

on,

it's 10 after 8. Let's get out of here.

Watching the weather channel is more exciting than this.

Angels, punch a bull.

Look, there's an elf. Look, there's a fairy. Look, there's a nut. What are you

calling a nut?

Nobody.

Look up in the sky and tell me exactly what you see.

I don't know. Stars.

Lots of stars.

What else? I don't know. It just goes on forever. It's endless. There could be

anything up there. Exactly.

We're going to go get something to eat.

You want to come?

Can I catch up with you?

Okay.

We'll wait for you.

going to tell you everything i know about this business of faith but i'm

telling you up front i don't know a whole lot so if i let you down just save

and wait till you're older and i'm gone and you're seeing a shrink okay feel all

right faith is believing in someone

something when absolutely all the evidence

Tells you, shouts at you that it just ain't so.

Like?

Like God.

Like goodness.

Like there was an angel in your hospital room.

So you believe me?

Yeah.

Sorry.

I'm sorry that I wasn't right there for you the first time you told me.

It's okay.

Because I get it, Devin.

I really get it.

I'm done.

Even though it makes no sense, I still feel like your dad is

here with me.

Like now?

Yeah.

Look, this is getting kind of icky. Do you want to come and get something to

with me and my friends?

Do you have any money?

Now you can need someone to talk to.

You can always talk to him.

Well, look who's here.

Answer to my prayers.

May I offer you a ride?

He gives us all his love.

He gives us all his love.

He's smiling down on us from up above. He's giving us

all his love.

He's smiling down on us from up above.

He's giving us all his love.