All language subtitles for Highway to Heaven S04E14 Country Doctor (The Magi’s Gift).eng

[opening theme music playing]

-You're awful quiet tonight.
-Just thinking.

Hmm. [chuckles]

Yeah, you're right.

About what?

About what you were thinking.

Jonathan, I wasn't
thinking about anything
to be right about.

I was just thinking, you know?
I mean,
you don't know everything.

Then what were you
thinking about?

All right, you're so smart,
you tell me.

Old radio shows.

All right, so I was thinking
about old radio shows.

What's the big deal in that?

If you're gonna get mad
about it, let's forget it.

I'm not mad. And I do not
wanna forget about it.

I was thinking about
old radio shows.

How I used to listen to them
when I was a kid.

You know, The Shadow,
Fibber McGee and Molly,

-The Masked Rider,
and how they--
-Yeah, it was.

It really was.

There you go again.
It was what?

It was fun to use your
imagination on the radio,
it was fun.

All right, all right,
so you got that.

Jonathan,
will you do me one favor?

If you are gonna read my mind,

will you wait at least until
I finish a thought before
jumping ahead of me like that?

Fine, I'm sorry.
You better slow down.

Why? I'm not going too fast.

But we're gonna have to
stop pretty soon,

and I know how you hate it
when I do that for you.

Jonathan, I was a cop.

I was a cop, I have perfect
night vision, instant reflexes.

[tires screeching]

I was going to stop.

I really hate it when
you do that.

Rotten.

-Hey, you need--
-You watch the way
you're driving, bub.

The way you were barreling
down this road,

I'm lucky you saw me.

Yeah. Give you a hand there,
mister?

Doctor.

You want us to get a doctor?

No, you blamed fool,
I'm a doctor. I'm not a mister.

I have an emergency at a
farmhouse down the road here.

I'd appreciate a lift.

Yeah, sure. Hop in.

Probably I'm taking my life in
my hands, but it beats walking.

[car door slams]

-What happened back there?
-Car crashed,
or didn't you see it?

Yeah, I saw it.

Couldn't tell by the way
you were driving.

-How'd it happen?
-How'd it happen?

I'll tell you how it happened.

I'm too old to be driving
around at night,
that's how it happened.

Couldn't see.

Age is my excuse, what's yours?

Probably yapping away or
listening to punk-rock music.

My name is Doc Hudsbeth.
What's yours?

Mark Gordon.

Keep your eye on the road, son.

One crash a night's about
my limit.

Used to know an old lady named
Fiona Gordon, you any relation?

-No, I'm from--
-She's the only one
with that name

that lived around here.

Nice old lady.

How about you?

Smith. Jonathan Smith. I'm
not from around here either.

Just passing through, eh?

Well, you don't
look like criminals.

If you're looking for work,
it's worth 15 bucks
and food to me

if you'd drive me around
the rest of the night.

Got some calls to make.
What do you say?

-Well--
-Sounds good to me.

The first farmhouse
on the right.

And slow down, for Pete's sake.
There's a dip.

[doorbell dings]

[exclaims]

Oh, thanks for coming
out here, doc.

Don't thank me
till you see my bill.

These fellas are my
two new drivers, Maggie.

Pay them no mind.

Come on, boys, follow me,
you may learn something.

How bad has he been wheezing?

Awful bad, doc. It just
came on all of a sudden.

Poor guy, I don't know
what to do for him.

Well, the first thing you can
do is look less scared.

Little boy sees his mama
looking like that,

figures he must be real sick.

[Dr. Hudsbeth]
He doesn't have any infection
and it's not pneumonia

I'm gonna give him
some epinephrine.

And, Maggie,
I want you to get a sheet

and these two fellas here are
gonna help you rig up a tent

right here on Robbie's bed.

Now, Robbie,
roll over on your other side.

All right, now, Robbie,
I'm gonna give you a shot.

This is a little shot,
it's gonna hurt a little,

but the instant you feel the
hurt, the worst is over. Okay?

That's it, the worst is over.

Everything is downhill
from here.

Robbie, it's gonna make your
heart go a little fast, but
that's nothing to worry about.

And if you feel like crying,
you go right ahead and cry

because most folks do
when they get this shot.

-I've got the sheet.
-[Dr. Hudsbeth] All right.

[baby cries]

Oh, that's the little one.
She's feeling poorly, too.

Well, let's look in on her too.

Now would you fellas
build a tent right here
on Robbie's bed?

Put the vaporizer
inside the tent, all the steam
should be inside the tent.

I want a London fog.

Now, Maggie, you have that
other vaporizer I gave you?

Yes.

Give it to Mark here and
we'll get that one going, too.

I want a London fog
in this tent.

-Thanks for
all your help, mister.
-He kept asking for his dad.

Something about he promised
to make him a spaceship.

I know.

His father was drowned

in a fishing accident
about three months ago.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, they never found his body

and Robbie just won't
accept the fact he's gone.

How far apart are they, Gloria?

All right.

Now, where's Cleavon?

Okay, Gloria, be calm.

I'll be right there and
we'll take you to the hospital.

No, no, no, don't you worry.

That baby won't dare poke
his head out till I get there.

Okay? Bye.

Okay, let's go.

[Maggie] Doc,

I, uh...

I don't have any money to
pay you.

You don't, eh?

Well, I guess you'll have
to make me one of those pies.

I don't work for nothing,
you know.

Thanks, doc.

Call me first thing in the
morning, Maggie.

Let me know how he's doing.

[exclaims]

Doc, you all right?

Doc?

Of course I'm all right.

I'm not having the baby,
she is.

-[panting]
-[Dr. Hudsbeth] There,
now you're doing it.

That's it, Gloria,
now you're doing it.

Now ease up, ease up.

Ease up. There.

I told you this fella
wouldn't come down the pike
till I got here.

-Are we going
to the hospital, doc?
-Not tonight.

We're gonna do this
the same way your
great-grandmother did it.

-Wouldn't it be safer
in the hospital?
-Gloria.

You can have your baby here
or in this fella's car.

Take your pick.

I thought by now,
Cleavon would be back.

[Gloria] I tried to reach him.
He's on duty.

They got a big fire
over in Harley County

and they got paramedics
from three counties down there.

Well, we'll have to have
a surprise for him
when he gets home.

Mark, prop her up.

-[Dr. Hudsbeth] That's it.
-Easy does it. Easy does it.

-Come on, a little more.
-[screaming]

-Okay? All right.
-[panting]

Lean back.

That's a good one, missy.

Now, Gloria,

you get one more like that,

I want you to bear down
and help this little fella.

Doc,

you're the one that needs
to get to a hospital.

Have either one of you fellas
delivered a baby before?

I was a cop.
I've done it twice.

Well, tonight's gonna make
three times.[exclaims]

I gotta get him to a hospital.

I'm gonna use the stuff
to get him there.

-You go ahead.
-Go ahead?
I don't even know you.

Lady, before the night's out,
we're gonna be
on a first-name basis.

Heaven help me.

Yeah, you got that right.

[screams]

All right, Gloria, push down,
push down.

Come on.
The baby needs your help.

Here it comes again.

Gloria, push down. Come on.

I can't push. It hurts.

Come on, Gloria, push.

Boy, I'm gonna need some
help with this one.

You? What about me?

Come on, Gloria, push down.
Come on.

-Come on, you can do it.
-[screaming]

Where am I?

Harley County General.

-I gotta get back
to my patient.
-Be quiet, doc.

Don't you tell me to be quiet.

I brought you into this world,
and I'll take you out of it.
Sassing me.

Dr. Hudsbeth,
you are my patient

and you will kindly shut up.

Now, you haven't had
a heart attack.

Of course not.

If I passed out,
it was from arrhythmia.

[Dr. Gleason] Well,
that's exactly what happened.

But you need rest
and you need to be quiet.

I was practicing medicine for
20 years when you were
still playing jacks.

Now don't aggravate me.
I'm a sick man.

Just hand me a phone
so I can call my patient.

All right.

You are the stubbornest old man
that ever lived.

Here.

Turn over,
I wanna see your best side.

Push down, Gloria.
Come on, push down.

Good. Good effort. Outstanding.

[telephone rings]

I better get that, they may
have reached your husband.

Don't mind me, just make
yourself at home, you know?

[ring]

Hello.

Yeah. Just a minute.

It's for you.

Hello.

What?

Oh, yeah, they're real
close together now, doc.

[panting and moaning]

Here comes another one.

-Push. Push.
-What?

[yells] I said, push!

Push!

[Mark] Come on, Gloria,
bear down. Bear down.

That's it! That's it!
I can see him.

Come on, darling. Push.

Help that child.

Help him, Gloria.

Come on. Come on.

[baby cries]

That's the first one
I've ever done long distance.

Here we go.

-Oh!
-[baby cooing]

-Well, we did it.
-We sure did.

I'm gonna name you,
little baby,

after the man who made your
birth possible.

You're gonna call him Mark?

Alexander Graham Bell Johnson.

-I'll go get the car.
-Okay.

Doc, I wanna thank you
for everything.

There's no need to thank me
for a thing.

He's the reason
I went to med school.

[Dr. Hudsbeth]
Cornbread and fruit.

A mighty fine diet,
high in fiber content.

Probably a darn sight healthier
than what you're eating now.

I wanna see you back here in
two days for some more tests.

All right, all right.

Because I feel sorry for you,

I'll let you have the body
of an old man to experiment on.

I'll drop that medicine off
to Robbie's mom.

-Thank you, Jonathan.
-You bet.

What are we doing here?

What do you think we're
doing here? It's my office,
you blame fool.

Well, it says "market."

You can read,
but you can't drive.

-Morning, Minnie.
-Oh, morning, doc.

-Hear you've been
feeling poorly.
-You heard wrong.

Oh, good.

Well, when you have some time,
my bunions have been
acting up again.

Let me deal with the little
emergencies first, Minnie,

and then we'll get to the
life-threatening ones
like yours.

This fella's with me.
He's a brain surgeon.

Well, how we doing, Gloria?

And how's little Alexander?

-That is what you call him?
-He's doing fine.

He's no trouble at all.

Mark Gordon.
My husband, Cleavon.

-How you doing?
-Oh, good.

Look at this young man,
all puffed up

because he got him a son
first shot out of the gate.

You know, I wanna thank you
both for what you did.

Here. I made two of these,
one for each of you.

-Oh, sweet-potato pie.
-Ho-ho-ho-ho...

And we don't have to report
this to the infernal
Revenue Service.

How's the job going?

It's not going, it's gone.

What are you talking about?

You're the best paramedic
they've got.

Hell, you should be. I taught
you everything you know.

The county instituted some
cutbacks and I was
new on the job.

That's a shame.

What are you gonna do?

-Well...
-[baby cooing]

I'm gonna stop dreaming
about med school,
that's for sure.

You know you can't do that.
That's what you love,
you know it.

No way to save any money
on an orderly salary.

Orderly?

Hey, doc, you gotta take
what you can get.

Yeah, well,

let's go on inside and have
a look at the little fella.

It was nice to meet you.
Thanks again.

Hey, I'm glad I could help.

Oh, boy.

I shouldn't,
but I will. [chuckles]

Thanks for bringing
the medicine out here.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

Shouldn't have gone
to all this trouble.

No trouble at all.
You take care.

-Hey, how you doing, Robbie?
-Hi.

-How you feeling today?
Little better?
-I guess.

Kind of hard, giving up
on a sickness, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Well, I know when I was little
it used to be kind of
fun to be sick.

I mean, after you're over
being real sick and you're
just a little bit sick,

everybody pays attention to you
and real nice to you.

My dad always reads me stories
whenever I'm sick.

Oh, yeah, that's fun.

You know, I remember one time
when I was a kid,

I wanted attention so bad
I actually made myself sick.

And I'm not kidding you,
I ran a fever and everything.

If my dad knew I was sick,
I figured he'd get here.

But he just didn't know,
I guess,

or else he would have come.
He would have.

Somebody should
have called him.

Yeah, only if they
knew his number.

You know, Robbie, the only time
people can know what's going on

with the ones they love
when they're far, far away

and there's no phones or
letters or anything is when
they're in heaven.

My daddy ain't in heaven,
because my daddy ain't dead.

Maybe he's living with
pirates or something.

My daddy wouldn't have gone
off and died

without keeping his promise to
me about that spaceship.

My daddy never broke
a promise to me ever. Ever.

So he ain't dead.

-Hi, Mark.
-Mm.

Doc in there?

Yeah, you want some of
this sweet-potato pie?
It's really good.

No, no, I'll just say hello
to doc for a second.

[Dr. Hudsbeth]
Unless you're dying,
come back tomorrow.

-It's me, doc, can I come in?
-[Dr. Hudsbeth] Sure, why not.

Minnie, what are you doing?

I'm eavesdropping.
What does it look like?

You know, for a brain surgeon,
you're pretty slow
on the uptake.

You shouldn't be doing that.

Now you listen to me.

Charlie Sims wouldn't come
all the way here to see doc

if he didn't have
some very important news.

The problem isn't just one
thing, doc.

It's all the things together.

The problem is,
you got a very old heart.

It's a weak muscle,
it's not going to get
any stronger.

You need a rest
and now's the time to take it.

Rest?

All I own in the world
is a little piece of land
with a fat mortgage.

Why do you think
I work so hard?

You've had that place
for 30 years.
It has to be paid for by now.

And how do you think I've
kept body and soul together
for 30 years?

By refinancing that place.

I now owe more on it
than when I bought it.

That place is all I have
in the world

and I owe a hundred thousand
bucks on it.

If I quit working,
where am I gonna live?

Doc, if you don't give up
your practice,

you won't have to worry
about where you'll live.

The only piece of land you'll
need will be six feet deep.

And we both know that's true,
don't we?

Don't we?

Oh, Jonathan,
thank goodness you're back.

Look, I gotta talk fast
before the doc comes out.

-I know.
-Jonathan, it's about
the doc. He--

-Mark, I just told you, I know.
-Mark,

can you help me with some of
these boxes out here?

Oh, yeah, sure. I guess.

It's all right,
I'll take the doc home
and I'll meet you later.

It just doesn't seem fair.

He's given the people his
whole life and he can't
even afford to retire.

Mark!

The master's voice.

You feel like a cup of coffee?

-Sure, if you'd like me
to come in.
-Fine.

[Dr. Hudsbeth] I hope you like
your coffee with chicory.

That's how I drink it.

That's the way my mother
made it.

-Hot and strong,
keeps you regular.
-[chuckles]

-You can raise the dead
with this stuff.
-Mm.

That's good.

I see you were looking
at the collection.

And quite a collection it is.

And what about you, doc?
You have a family?

Nope.

Never had a family of my own.

Never seemed to have time.

You know, I must have
brought over a thousand babies
into the world.

I wouldn't mind having
a little grandchild of my own

to bounce on my knee,

make funny faces at.

Well, I guess it's too late
to do anything about that now.

It's too late for everything,
except dying.

Not if you slow down.

That's what young Charlie said.
He knows his medicine.

But he has a little bit more to
learn about people.

You know, doc,
I'm just passing through.

So if you wanna talk,
I can listen.
It won't go any further.

It better not.

You better keep a tight lip on
what I'm saying, you hear?

I've heard about your
hickory stick. I wouldn't
dream of crossing you.

What's gonna happen to them
without me, Jonathan?

Town without a doctor,

it falls apart, dies.

Young people don't wanna
stay here, and why should they?

The nearest one
is in the Emergency Ward

at Harley County General.

And that's 40 miles away
for most folks,

50 for some,

and they don't take them
sweet-potato pies for payment.

I was praying
I could keep going

till Cleavon finished
his internship,
but that's all over now.

Where are they gonna go,
Jonathan?

What are they gonna do?

-Question is,
what are you gonna do?
-About what?

About what Dr. Sims told you.
About slowing down.

Oh, I've gotta keep working
to keep a roof over my head.

Oh...

Now, that's the only
reason, huh?

Well...

They're not just my
patients, Jonathan,

they're my family.

And they don't have anybody
but me.

The way things look,
I won't be here very long.

You ever think
about finding a replacement?

[chuckles] Where?

Well, Harley County General
is a teaching hospital.

Maybe there's a country doctor
in that graduating class.

Not a chance.

All the young'uns today
wanna be specialists.

Well, maybe.

But you can't be sure
unless you try.

[groans]

There you go.

-That's all of them, I hope.
-Yeah.

I'm sorry, I had no idea
there was so much back there.

[chuckles] Of course
you didn't.

That's a sad thing about
old doc.

The poor guy's just working
himself to death trying to pay
off his mortgage.

Well, why don't you do
something to try to help?

-Like what?
-From all the pictures
in doc's office,

I'd say he's delivered
hundreds of babies in his life.

Well, I know that.

Well, the way I figure it,

the man has been giving to
people around here
for almost 50 years.

About time he got
something back.

Let them know he's in trouble,
that he needs help.

Thought that's what country
folks are all about.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm the mail carrier in
this county.

And I could slip letters in
everybody's mailbox asking
them to pitch in.

Now you're talking, Minnie.

Would you help me
with the letter?

You got it.

-Morning, Minnie.
-[car door closes]

You didn't have to
bring the mail all the way
up to the door.

Yeah, I know that, Harold.

I hear your business
is doing real well.

-It couldn't be better.
-Well, I'm glad to hear it.

-I need to talk to you.
-Well, I'm kind of busy,
actually.

This won't take long.
It's about Dr. Hudsbeth.

Yes, I would be more
comfortable talking inside.

Yeah, come on,
nice of you to ask me.

Floyd, this is Jonathan Smith,

a young friend of mine.
Jonathan, this is Doc Gleason.

-Pleasure to meet you.
-Pleased to meet you.

How you doing, Will?

Well, I'm ambulating.
How's yourself?

Just wrapping things up here
so I can retire.

I've put in my time
with administrative headaches.

Well, I've got them all
assembled and waiting for you.

Shall we give it a go?

Might as well.

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

Hey, excuse me.

Aren't you Cleavon Johnson,
Gloria's husband?

-Yeah. Do I know you?
-I'm Jonathan Smith.

-Oh, Mark's friend.
-Right.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

Mark told me about you being
laid off your paramedic job.

Yeah. Well,

you know, I used to dream
of going to med school here.

Guess I'll have to be satisfied
with just emptying bedpans.

-I'm really sorry.
-Yeah, me too. Me too.

But I'll survive, God willing.

Guess I better
get back to work.

-Tell Mark I said hi, okay?
-Will do it.

-Take care.
-You too.

[Dr. Hudsbeth] That's the way
of looking at things
because that's what they are.

-Is the doc having
any luck in there?
-No.

I think he's switched to
his preacher mode now,
trying to find a convert.

But is he getting anybody
to answer the call?

Afraid not.

But I can't blame them.

You know, it's hard for a
young person

to weigh financial security
in the balance

with the chance to practice
medicine the way my father did.

The way Will did
all these years.

Yeah, you mean dealing with
people instead of
budgets and paperwork?

Yeah.

My father was a country doctor.

That's why
I went into medicine.

I used to tag along with him
when he made house calls.

The way people looked at my dad
with such love.

And he loved them, loved his
work, loved-loved healing.

I take it they don't look at
hospital administrators
that way?

They look at me
like I'm from the IRS.

Let me ask you, doc,
what are you gonna do
now that you're retiring?

I'm not sure, really.

Thing is, I don't feel old.
But county policy,
mandatory retirement.

-Ain't that a crock?
-Yeah.

Dr. Gleason, when's the
last time you had some really
good cornbread?

Cornbread?

Mm-hmm, I'm not talking
about store-bought.

I'm talking about the real
McCoy like your aunt Clara
used to make.

Now how did you know
I had an Aunt Clara?

Come on, doesn't everybody?
Now, how long has it been?

It's been a long time.

Well, doc, I think it's time
we did something about that.

Well, I hope there aren't too
many sick farmers this morning.

I gotta head out
to the hospital,
see if there are any takers

among Floyd's
new crop of doctors.

-But I doubt it.
-You never know.

Oh, Mark, I've gotta stop
at the bank.

They called last night
and made an appointment.

-Trouble?
-No.

Just a few days late with your
payment and they get their
bowels in an uproar.

That's why they all live
on antacid pills.

Ed, gotta make this quick
because I have
a busy schedule today.

I know I'm late,
but you'll get your payment
by next Wednesday.

Well, I'm sorry, doc,
but next Wednesday is too late.

What?

Some papers here
for you to sign.

I can't believe
you're gonna do this to me.

Just because I'm
a few days late.

-Well, business
is business, doc.
-Oh, really?

Well, let me tell you something
about being late.

When your mama
was carrying you,

she was two weeks late
and I never gave up on her.

I was at her place every day
during those two weeks.

Just sign at the bottom.

You know, Ed,

in all my years of
delivering babies,

you're the only one I regret.

What is this?

What is this?

This says--

Paid in full?

Surprise!

♪ For he's
A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's
A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's
A jolly good fellow ♪

♪ That nobody can deny ♪

Doc.

Doc, there isn't a person
for 50 miles around
in any direction

that doesn't owe you,

and some of them even owe you
their lives.

And, well, everybody knows

that you could have done
much better for yourself
in a big city

or something and, well,

we figured that it was time

that you got more out of this
than just baked goods.

So we, uh--

Doc, what this poor,
unfortunate, tongue-tied soul
is trying to say

is that we love you

and this is just a tangible way
of saying those three words.

We love you, doc.

What is this thing?

It's a check, doc, for enough
money to pay off your mortgage.

So you can take it easy, doc.

You can stop working
and take it easy.

Stop working?

Well, who's gonna take care
of you if I do?

Who's gonna tend your
bunions or set your bones

or deliver your babies
if I quit?

I won't take this check.
I won't have it.

-Doc, we only meant--
-I know what you meant.

That I'm some kind of
charity case,

too feeble to be of any use
to anyone,

so you're going to ease me
into golden retirement

when there's gotta be
somebody to take care of you.

There is, Will.

Will, for 50 years,

every once in a while,
I'd envy you.

I retire in a month.

I've been everything but
a country doctor in my career,

I'd like to give it a try.

You've envied me?

Take a look around, Will.

Take a look at the faces
of the people in this room.

What man wouldn't envy
the kind of love

so many people have for you?

You wanna lance boils
on somebody's backside

in the back room
of a market, Floyd?

I must say,
your friend Jonathan

made a mighty persuasive
argument the other day.

How about it?

Yeah, sure.

But...

But what?

Well, you're an old duffer
yourself, Floyd.

I was kind of hoping
we'd get some young fella
or some young gal

who could stick around a while.

Before you know it,

you would be feeble-minded
or dead yourself.

Tact was never
your strong suit, Will.

What are you getting at?

What I'm getting at is this:

Half of this money

would be enough
to make my payments
for the rest of my life.

So if

you would give me
just a few minutes,

I'd like to talk over
something with you.

-You all right, doc?
-Of course I'm all right.

Just keep your eyes
on the road.

Hi, what brings you
all out here?

Oh, we just wanted to talk
with Cleavon.

He's out back.

-Is something wrong?
-Not a thing.

-Afternoon, Cleavon.
-Oh, hi.

What are you doing out here?

Well, Cleavon,
I got some bad news for you.

They just told me down
at the hospital they can't
keep you on in that job.

[sighs] That's just great.

Did they say why?

Well, it has to do with some
silly rule

about it interfering
with your work in med school
or something.

What are you talking about?

[Dr. Hudsbeth] Cleavon,

it gives me great pleasure
to inform you

that you have been awarded

the first William F. Hudsbeth
Pre-memorial Scholarship

that will cover
the full tuition at med school.

Doc, is this a joke?

Does it sound like
my sense of humor?

-Full tuition?
-[Dr. Hudsbeth]
You heard right.

Cleavon.

[sighs] But I mean,
it just won't work.

I still have to have a job.

What are you talking about?
I'll get a job.

What about the baby?

I'll take care
of the little fella.

I know a thing or two
about babies.

I got nothing else to do.

And if we're lucky,
old Floyd will
ward off feeble-mindedness

till you get out of school.

That is, if you still wanna be
a country doctor.

Doc,

I don't know what to say.

If you don't wanna feel
the business end
of a hickory switch,

say yes.

Yes.

Yes.

[knock on door]

I'll get it, you just
finish that arithmetic.

-Hi.
-Hi, come on in.

Oh, thanks.

We were just on our way
out of town

and we thought we'd stop
and say goodbye.

Well, that's mighty nice
of you.

Can I get you a cup of coffee?

[Mark] Oh, no, thanks.
We gotta be going.

We got another job
waiting for us.

Minnie asked if we could drop
off this package and letter.

She said she was sorry.
She should have delivered it
a long time ago.

Yes. It probably got misplaced
or something.

Minnie would misplace her head
if it wasn't stuck on.

Maggie, the letter's
from your husband.

He must've mailed it
before the accident.

A letter from my daddy?

-See, Mama, see? I told you.
-Robbie, it's not--

My hand is just

shaking like a leaf.

Would you read it?

"Dear, Maggie, Robbie
and baby Rachel,

it's nighttime now.

There was the most beautiful
sunset I've ever seen

and I just wanted
to get this letter off
before we go fishing tomorrow.

I've never seen a day end

with so much peace and beauty
all around.

It made me think what a lucky
guy I am to have all of you.

If I never knew another day
on God's good earth,

I could say I've had it all
because of loving you, Maggie,

and because of you, sweet boy,

and your baby sister.

I guess you have to get away
from things sometimes

in order to see them
more clearly.

I feel so at peace tonight,
holding all of you here
in my heart

and though I'm a long way away,
I've never felt closer to you.

I hope you can feel me
with you there now.

You be a good boy, Robbie,
and take care of Mom

and your baby sister
while daddy's gone.

I love you all.

P.S., Robbie, I'm sending
you something just to keep
my record clear

about never breaking a promise
to you.

Love, Daddy."

Here you go.

My daddy didn't send this
before any accident.

You know what I think?

I think my daddy found a way
to send something from heaven.

What do you think, Mr. Smith?

Maybe you're right, son.

Maybe you're right.

I've gotta go take care of my
mom now, like my dad said.

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