All language subtitles for Touched By An Angel s04e12 It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

town of Bethlehem how still we see

thee die above thy deep and

dreamless sleep the silent stars go by

yet in the dark streets shine

thee

What about it, Joey?

Looks like when we were kids, doesn't
it?

All it needs is an angel.

I got it special, because it looks like
Monica.

Yeah, that's Monica, all right. The only
thing missing is the glow.

I'm going to put her up.

I can't believe it's been two years
since we were last here, Tess.

You set this town aglow, all right. You
helped Wayne to see his baby brother as

a blessing instead of a burden.

Joey has changed a lot since then.

I think the whole town has.

It's nice to be back for another
Christmas.

There's still some work to do, hmm?

Yeah.

Oh, no.

It can't be Christmas without an angel.

Well, let's see.

All the stores in town are closed.

But we can go over the hill to the mall.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, why ain't...

The turkey's going to be done soon.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

I believe you can stay here and take
care of that by yourself.

That little thing, it pops up when the
turkey's ready, right?

Yeah, that's right.

You just keep your eye on that, and I'll
be back soon.

Okay, Wayne.

I'm going to keep my eye on it. I'm not
going to take my eye off it.

We're going to have a great Christmas,
Joey.

Can't find the hot pad.

What? No hot pads?

I believe that'll do it.

I'll be back before you know it.

So, what are we going to do for
Christmas, Tess?

We're staying right here.

You'll be spending another Yuletide in
this little town.

Look outside.

A Christmas snow. How lovely. It's
lovely now, but it's a cold winter's

night, and that snow is getting deep.

When you walk down the road,

heavy burden, heavy load,

I will ride...

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.

Believe me, I'll walk with you.

Here's your travel advisory for the rest
of Christmas Eve. We're expecting six

to eight inches and then...

Hello, God?

It's me, Joey.

Please keep my brother safe.

He only went out there because I asked
him, and if anything happens to him...

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Too dark. Too dark.

No. No, no. Help me.

Help me. Too dark. Too dark.

Don't be afraid, Joey.

Monica, you heard me.

God always hears you, Joey.

I'm so worried about Wayne.

He went out there, and now there's a big
storm, and it's all my fault.

Joey, I know that God is watching over
Wayne, just as he's watching over you.

It must be nice to be the watcher over
her, because you don't worry.

I don't worry, but I always care.

Wayne, he's got to be all right, because
Christmas can't come without him.

Christmas always comes, Joey.

I learned that a long time ago, back
when I had my worst Christmas ever.

Maybe my best.

It was in 1909.

1909? When was that?

A long time ago.

I met a man who made millions of people
laugh, but on the inside, he was really

sad.

Tell me a story.

I don't want to tell you a sad story at
Christmas, Joey.

Well, lookie there.

That's never happened.

Maybe I will tell you that story after
all.

It's about a famous writer.

He was America's favorite.

His life was filled with adventure and
tragedy.

His real name was Samuel Clemens, but
everyone called him Mark Twain.

The Christmas I met him, he'd just come
back from a long trip, and his daughter,

Jean, was waiting for him with a few of
their friends. There.

And if anyone wants to kiss me, here's
his excuse.

And tonight, I'll make an angel for the
top of the tree.

So much to do.

I hope he'll like it.

It's all beautiful.

It even smells beautiful.

You're astonishing, Jean.

Oh, sweet dear.

I'm so glad you brought Helen by. You'll
be father's welcome home party. You've

worked wonders with this house, Jean.

Miss Jean!

It came!

It came!

Oh, not a moment too soon.

Longfellow composed a beautiful
Christmas poem.

It's my father's favorite, but he could
never remember the second verse.

A friend in Cambridge found an original
copy in Longfellow's own hand.

Look at that verse.

Papa will be so pleased.

On Christmas morning, I'll stand right
here and sing him down the stairs and

hand him Longfellow's carol.

He'll surely treasure that surprise.

Because of the song, not the singer.

Now that Papa's well again, I want this
Christmas to shine.

I think he's here, Miss Jean.

Ah, quick.

Mrs. Allen, Helen, run into the billiard
room. You'll be his first Christmas

surprise.

He's here.

Here he is.

Jean, Jean, my Jean. Oh, Papa, you're
home.

You're really here. I'm here.

Home at last.

Oh, that train chilled me to the bone.

Good God, doesn't that damn rail line
know it's cold? Papa.

Oh, yes, Jean, I promise. No swearing,
no temper.

It's Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Katie Leary.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Twain. You're
looking awful good.

Clothes make the man.

Naked people have little or no influence
in society.

The paper's saying that you were ailing
terrible.

Katie, the reports of my death have been
greatly exaggerated.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Beautiful. But you've worked too hard.

Yes, she has. And she has a cold to show
for it. Just a little.

Look. Don't.

Bear of the tree, it's not done.

Come into the billiard room.

You have a guest.

Oh.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Come on, Papa.

Your guest is waiting.

Surprise!

Helen!

Oh, you came all the way.

Crosstown in the snow.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Twain. Helen
insisted on bringing your present over

Don't open it till Christmas. It's a
surprise.

Thank you.

He has another surprise waiting for him,
too.

Two surprises on one Christmas. I won't
be able to sleep tonight, I swear.

Come along now, Helen. I'm sure Mr.
Twain is tired.

Don't forget what I taught you.

Always obey your parents.

When they are present.

Now you're performing, Papa. You're
supposed to be relaxing.

Well, so are you. It's in the blood. We
can't stop ourselves.

Come on, Helen. I'll show you out.

Goodbye. Happy holidays.

Bye -bye. Merry Christmas.

Such a sweet creature.

Not such is the kingdom of heaven.

I'm back in form, Katie.

Yes, you are, sir.

Mr. Twain, Jean has been working too
hard.

There haven't been any seizures, have
there?

No, but she's got to slow down.

It's just that she wants to please you
so much.

It's healed you up.

No one in the world could please me
more.

But as for cheering me up, it's too late
for that. I'm 74. I've passed the

biblical statute of limitations.

Man knows life at 74.

There's no cheering up.

I look at these pictures.

My wife, Libby.

My daughter, Susie. And poor Langdon,
the baby.

Gone. Gone.

There's no cheering up for me.

Papa, there's one piece of business.

The best secretary I ever had.

But you're working too hard.

The only business for you is going to
bed.

Very well.

Only to save you, Papa, before my cold
gets worse.

Yes, yes. Now, you have to get some
rest. I haven't had a seizure in months,

Papa.

The osteopath says the epilepsy is on a
long ocean voyage.

Then I wish you bon voyage.

And bon nuit to you, Jean.

Now, give me a kiss goodnight. Kiss my
hand, Papa, so you won't get sick.

Goodnight, my dear.

Goodnight, Papa.

The next morning...

With the day before Christmas.

Oh, it must be Wayne.

Hi, Joey.

Oh, hey, Edna. Can I try your phone?

Sure.

The car's stuck in the snow, the line's
down.

Lord help anyone on the highway.

Line's dead.

Monica!

You're back.

Uh -oh. What have we done now?

Nothing, Edna. I just dropped in like
yourself on a snowy evening.

Well, then I'm glad I got stuck.

Where's Tess?

The E -flat pedal on the church organ
needs work.

Tess had a few appointments of her own
to keep.

Well, if you see her, tell her that
organ misses her.

Where's Wayne?

He's out there.

He went to go get an angel for the tree.
He hadn't come back.

I've been telling Joey a story to pass
the time while we're waiting.

It was a good one, too. It was about
Mark Twain. She knew him.

Really?

Yes. I was in search and rescue at the
time.

That's when you rescue people in danger.

It was the morning of Christmas Eve,
1909.

Miss Jean, are you alright in there?

Miss Jean?

Miss Jean?

Katie? Is something happening up there?

Are you all right?

Miss Jean!

Miss Jean!

Katie?

Miss Jean, please!

Miss... Miss... Katie!

What is it, Katie?

It's Miss Jean.

She's dead.

She died?

Where's Wayne?

Where's Wayne?

Why are you telling him this?

Because God needs him to hear it.

Oh, no.

I ruined it. I ruined the turkey. I
ruined everything.

Oh, Joey, it's okay. It's only a turkey.

I forgot to turn off the gas, too.

Where's Wayne?

Joey, someone once told me that it has
to get really dark before you can see

stars.

Did Mr.

Twain say that?

No.

Mr. Twain's head was bowed so low with
sorrow that he couldn't even look up.

I've sent for the doctor, but he'll be a
while.

It doesn't matter now.

Now I know what a soldier feels when a
bullet crashes through his heart.

Come on.

He knows,

Katie.

He knows.

Christmas Eve, 11 a .m., 1909.

Jean is dead.

I lost Susie 13 years ago.

I lost her mother, her incomparable
mother,

five years ago.

Clara has gone away to live in Europe.

I've lost Jean.

How poor I am who was once so rich.

We kissed hands goodbye at this door
last night and it

was forever.

Now she lies there and I sit here
writing.

Busying myself to keep my heart from
breaking.

How dazzling the sunshine is flooding
the hills around.

It's like a mockery.

Seventy -four years old yesterday.

Who can estimate my age today?

Only God.

Only God knows the depths of your
sorrow.

Who are you?

Who let you in?

Suppose I let myself in.

Please, leave me alone.

I have to talk to you, Mr. Twain. Who
the blazes are you?

An angel.

Am I dreaming?

No.

Are you Jean's angel?

No. She has an angel.

I was sent here for a different reason.

To rescue a precious gift.

Gift?

Your tree was on fire. I put it out
before it burned. You came down from the

infinite vastness of heaven to save my
Christmas tree while upstairs my

was dying?

That's why I wanted to stay. I felt so
awful and I wanted to speak with you. To

elucidate for me the infinite cruelty of
God?

To explain to you his mercy. The only
thing merciful about life is that it

You can't mean that. I believe it with
all my heart.

How could he say that?

Mr. Twain had been hurt so much he
decided the world was a bad place to

And he ended up thinking that life was
so sad it was better to be dead.

I don't know. Those are some mighty
strong words.

Well, if he loved his daughter like I do
Wayne.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Oh, Edna, what a storm.

A downright blizzard.

Hi, baby.

Tess, Wayne's out there in that storm.

I know he is, Joey.

Someone came with me.

Edna, Joey.

We found Wayne's truck by the side of
the road.

Oh, good.

No, Joy, it was empty.

He must have tried to make it on foot.

So I'm going to put on my snowshoes and
open up my umbrella and go out there and

find him one way or the other.

It's very cold out there, Tess. Maybe I
should go?

No, you stay here, angel girl. Don't you
have a story to finish?

Joy, what kind of clothing was Wayne
wearing?

Uh... He had on a black jacket. But he
didn't have any gloves.

He gave them to me.

You keep the faith, baby.

And you stay here and listen to what
Monica has to say. It's very important.

I don't understand why

bad stuff happens.

Stuff that not even an angel can fix.

Go on with the rest of your story,
Monica.

We want to hear it, don't we, Joey?

Well, Mark Twain was very unhappy that
Christmas Eve.

You're very unhappy tonight.

You're an angel.

Yes, I am.

You've seen the throne of God.

Yes, I have.

You've known celestial glory?

Yes, I do.

Is heaven a beautiful place?

Oh, yes, it is.

Is there eloquence up there, or are you
the best they've got?

Sorry.

Well, heaven for climate and hell for
society.

I don't doubt you're an angel.

When the world ends, I expect to see
angels.

I went up to her room.

They've laid her out there.

Christmas presents all around her.

They're all unmarked.

Presents all over her desk, her chair,
the floor.

She thought of everyone.

All half done.

Like her life.

I won't touch a thing.

I won't desecrate it.

Her hand touched this.

Just a few hours ago.

And now she lies on.

Strange.

Marvelous.

Incredible.

I've had this experience before.

But it would still be incredible if I'd
had it 10 ,000 times.

She's at peace now.

Yes, her cares are over, like her
sister, like Livy.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

I've wondered about this for years. Tell
me.

Why did God create humanity?

He had so much to share, he needed
someone to love.

To love?

Yes.

He needs someone to love just as men do.

We do.

We do.

And he's taken her away from me. God has
stolen her away.

God does not steal.

No, I can't accept your answer. I cannot
think why God invented this human race.

Why didn't he create something credible
instead?

God had his chance.

He could have made his reputation, but
no, he created us instead.

And made each individual a nest of
disease, a tub of illness. Why?

Can you tell me why the human race was
created?

To share his love.

Illness and disease were not part of the
original plan.

Plan?

Setting a poor girl up with epilepsy and
watching her die? He calls this a plan?

Mr. Twain, your pain is enormous.

But I promise you there's more to the
plan than you can see or feel right now.

Won't you pray with me?

To the one who knows all the answers for
it.

After all, it is Christmas Eve.

No. No prayers and no Christmas.

I will not bow my head to a God who
would let this happen.

I want his messenger and his holiday out
of my house.

Get out.

Get out!

I was devastated.

I went out into that cold, clear night,
and I prayed.

Wayne, that's got to be Wayne. He's
back.

Hello, Joey.

Well, who are you?

Are you from the sheriff?

No, no, I'm a friend of Monica's.

May I come in?

Okay.

Thanks.

Hello,

Andrew. What a surprise.

Do you have any news about Wayne?

No, not yet.

Are you an angel, too?

Yes, I am.

My, my, my.

Angels surely do watch over this little
town.

Tess is out looking for my brother. He's
out in the snow.

Yeah, I know. I know that. But I also
heard that Monica here is telling you a

really terrific Christmas story that I
actually remember, and I was hoping

I could come in with you and listen to
it until I'm needed somewhere else.

Well, let's see.

Where were we?

So, Mark Twain threw me right out of the
house, and I thought that was that.

But do you know what happened?

What? God sent me back the next morning.

Christmas morning.

I don't mean to be difficult, Father.

I know you always know what you're
doing, but... I just can't understand.

Why you sent me back here.

I mean, I know I saved the tree.

And rescued this. That's my job.

Rescuing things.

Don't you think there's a better angel
to rescue Mr. Twain?

You know, someone with more experience.

Mr. Twain, he's a crusty, angry,
brilliant,

sort of scary fellow.

I'll stay with it, I will.

Just... I could use a little help.

Right this way, please.

Just here is fine.

They said the carriage would be here at
four.

Thank you, Katie.

I'll have your coat ready.

I won't be going.

I said I never again would see someone I
loved lowered into the ground.

And I won't.

Yes, sir.

Good pooch. Good poochie.

Well, he followed us right in here. I
guess he's her first mourner.

Then he'll stand in my affections
forever.

I'm deeply sorry for your loss, sir.

You ever try quitting?

Oh, quitting tobacco is the easiest
thing in the world. I ought to know.

I've done it a thousand times.

I feel I've known you.

Well, it's not completely out of the
question.

You have met another angel recently.

Are there any more behind you?

Are they passing out numbers out there
in the hallway?

No, sir, I'm the second and last angel
you'll see this Christmas.

You don't seem to be particularly
surprised to find yourself conversing

angel.

Why should I be surprised?

How could anything shock me now?

I think I like you better than my first
apparition.

It seems as though the Almighty set her
in the pilot house without a map.

She has a good heart.

Like Jean.

Like Jean.

You know, every parent on this benighted
planet hopes

his child will bring something special
to the world.

Jean. Jean. Jean had a talent for love.

Yes.

I was the chief recipient of that gift.

And I squandered my riches.

I squandered them.

Poor Jean, my poor little girl.

She was afraid of me. Can you imagine?

For years, my damnable temper scared
her, and she never dared tell me.

When I found out... Oh, the lost years.

Lost.

Hopelessly lost.

I can see them in my mind again. My
children.

Susie, Gene.

I see them on the stairs. I sense them
in the other room.

I hear them romping on the lawn with
George.

Yes, George. That's it. George Griffin.
That's who you recall to me.

He came to our house one day to wash
windows and stayed for 18 years.

The children's idol.

He was an ex -slave.

I've never been a slave.

But you have.

Yes.

I don't deny it.

A slave to temperament.

Temperament is the master of man.

But God made me and my temper.

Well, that's the excuse you've used for
many years.

Your anger, your distance from your
daughters. Not my fault, he said.

Worst man who ever lived.

You'll never hear me deny that.

But even the worst human being is
morally superior to your God.

We have a God who could make good
children as easily as bad, yet preferred

make bad ones.

Who made men pride this bitter life,
then stingily cut it short.

There are some things that humans will
find...

Difficult to fully understand on this
side of heaven, but I'm here to assure

that God is faithful and worthy of your
praise.

Never.

I've thrown out one angel.

I'll throw out another.

Your heart is broken. Your mind needs
peace. I can offer you that.

Get out of my house. Leave me alone.

Well, I may leave you, but God never
will.

Then the devil take him! I'll fight him!

I'll fight him!

To the end!

There was his darkest hour.

His midnight.

Like it is now.

It's Christmas.

Thank God the power's back on.

No.

Now, it can't be Christmas yet.

Wayne's not here. Tess never found him.

Tess and the police are doing everything
they can.

And Joey, God is taking care of Wayne.

When God takes care of people, they die.

And that's what happened to my parents.

And that's what happened to Mr.

Twain's kids. And that's what's going to
happen to Wayne.

We don't know that, Joey.

Christmas can't come without Wayne.

Christmas will always come if you're
ready for it.

And if you don't think that you are,
that's when you need it the most.

No.

No.

No.

Wayne is dead.

Christmas can't come.

Mr. Twain was right. God is bad.

He lets people get hurt.

He let them die.

I think that's a die. I think that's a
die.

This just in, four residents are missing
in this Christmas storm.

Police are now recovering the body of
one man who still remains unidentified.

No, no, no.

Joey?

Joey, you can't go out there.

No, no, no, baby.

It's all my fault!

I did it.

I broke the angel.

May we go out into the snow?

What's going to happen to me?

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do without Wayne?

Oh, brother.

I forgot to tell him.

I forgot to tell him. I tell him.

Every day.

Every day I tell him that I love him.
But I forgot to tell him.

Now it's too late.

Joey, come on.

Let's go back, okay?

Wayne's... Wayne's never coming back.

Why are some angels here?

Joey.

You gotta remember that Christmas is a
season of miracles.

The tree, Joey.

Monica.

I'm just so scared.

I know you are, Joey.

Terrible things can happen in your life,
but Christmas always comes.

And it brings hope.

Let me tell you the rest of my story.

So you can see why I was sent here
tonight to tell it to you.

That Christmas, Jean's coffin was lifted
onto the carriage.

And Mr. Twain was true to his word. He
stayed in the house and watched from the

window as the horses disappeared into
the snow.

Oh, Mr.

Twain.

She's been released, Katie.

We're the ones in pain now.

Might I pick up the Christmas tree?

Jean is dead.

And Christmas is dead, too.

I shall do without it now and forever.

That's blasphemy, Mr. Twain.

Only if God were alive, dear lady.

But he's dead.

Oh, no.

You know that it usually only takes one
angel to help a human being in a case

like this.

You've felt it too.

But poor Mr.

Twain has more loss than ever.

The sad thing is that the only person
who could help him is the one person who

can't.

Dean.

We human beings, we're blown upon the
world.

We float on the air a while, showing off
our grace of form.

Then a little puff, and we vanish,
leaving nothing behind but a memory.

Sometimes not even that.

What is it, coach?

I came to offer con... con...
Condolences.

Enough.

I need to be alone.

No, sir, you don't.

Helen is here with what you really need.

I've brought Jean's gift.

Jean's gift?

Yes.

It's right there.

I'm not much of a singer, so Helen is
going to help me out.

This must be the...

I never could find the other verses.

Jean did.

She wanted you to have these words.

She meant to sing them to you herself.

She's singing them to you now.

Then in despair I bowed my head.

There is no peace on earth, I said.

For hate is strong and mocks the song of
peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Then peal the bells more loud and deep.

God is not dead, nor doth he sleep.

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail.

With peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Twain.

Merry Christmas, Helen.

Christmas comes, Mark Twain, no matter
what we do.

Christmas, the birth of hope, of a new
spirit, will always come,

especially in our darkest hour.

I am a great and sublime fool, but yet I
am God's fool,

and all his works must be contemplated
with respect.

No one is alone, Joey.

We don't know when our loved ones will
be taken.

But you can't live your life in fear.

That is God's gift to you and to
everyone at Christmas.

Fear not.

Live in peace.

I don't know how.

I'm not an angel.

You don't have to be an angel. You just
have to believe.

That's all that God asks of you.

He'll take care of the rest.

I'll try.

Edna, you know that carol, don't you?

I think I do.

Joey, Mark Twain found the courage to
hear these words and believe them.

Can you find that?

Well,

that was pretty.

Wayne! Oh, Wayne, you're okay.

You're back.

Just by the grace of God.

Hello, Monica. Hello, Wayne.

I honestly thought I was going to freeze
to death out there.

But you didn't, because God sent an
angel.

A very cold angel.

Oh, Joey, I slid off the road before I
got to the mall, so I didn't get your

angel.

Yes, you did.

You always have an angel with you,
Wayne.

And so do you, Joey.

Sometimes you can see them, and
sometimes you can't. But if you listen

hard, you can always hear them.

What will they say?

God loves you.

Well, I won't forget that ever again, no
matter what happens.

Well, since we are angels and since it's
Christmas, shouldn't we be singing?

Angels we have heard on high Sweetly
singing o

'er the plains And the mountains in
reply

Echoing their joyous strains Gloria

In

excelsis Deo