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(dramatic classical music)

- Andy?

Andy?

That's a very nice rainbow, Andy.

- Thanks.

- Is that the Rainbow Meadow rainbow?

- No.

- Oh.

Okay, art time's almost over.

I think tomorrow you could make a frame,

and put it in your room.

Would you like that?

- Yeah.

- 'Kay.

Alright.

Alright, come on everybody.

C'mon, Andy.

(jazz piano music)

(energetic rock music)

- Rayne Davis,

You have been found guilty

of shoplifting and resisting arrest.

Again.

I suggest you stop this trend before you turn 18

and might have to face a real punishment.

But for now, 14 days juvenile detention,

or 50 hours community service.

You pick.

- Oh gee, let me think.

(grunts)

- Alright, miss Davis.

Here's the deal.

You have one month to complete

50 hours of community service.

How you divide your time up is up to you.

- Well, what do I need to do?

- D'you know where Rainbow Meadow is at?

- That's the gayest thing I've ever heard.

- Do you know where it's at?

It's a youth home just outside town, on Henderson Street.

- A youth home?

- Yes.

For, uh, special needs children.

- Special needs?

Like retards?

- Special needs.

Anyway, their groundskeeper is in need of some volunteers.

So, here you go.

(sighs)

- So, they're not gonna like,

bite me or anything, are they?

- No, I seriously doubt that.

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(sighs)

- Oh.

Hello.

Uh, sorry, I didn't see you.

Uh, chemo.

Can I help you?

- I'm Rayne Davis, I'm here to help your groundskeeper.

- Oh yes, they told me you were coming.

Okay, uh, let's go meet Mr. Reeves.

The plantation house was also used

as a makeshift hospital during the Civil War.

And, oh, anyway, and once the owner died,

then it was left unused until the state

refurbished it in 1984 , and here we are.

Mr. Reeves, this is your help, Rayne,

and Rayne, this is Mr. Reeves, our groundskeeper.

- How do you do?

- Well, I'll leave you two to your work.

- Wanna hand me that, uh, seven sixteenths?

- The what?

- Seven-sixteenths.

You just gonna stand there lookin' pretty?

- No.

- You ever done any uh, weedeating?

I'm not talking about the pot brownies.

- I know what weedeating is.

- Well, good.

Trimmer's in the shed.

- Hey.

Hey!

Move!

(sighs)

(grunts angrily)

- You didn't turn it on.

- I tried, Sherlock.

It won't start.

- My name is Andy.

- I really don't care.

- 'Kay.

(annoyed grunt)

You didn't turn it on.

- Really?

You don't say?

- You have to turn on the switch.

- Hey.

You forgot your book.

- Thanks.

My name is Andy, what's your? (motor drowning out voice)

'Kay.

(gentle piano music)

- Where you been?

- Rainbow Meadow.

- Rainbow what?

- The youth home?

For my community service?

- Oh yeah.

Well, you didn't tell me you were going.

- Yes I did Dad, you were just drunk.

- Well, maybe you shouldn't talk to me when I'm drunk.

- Then I'd probably never get to talk to you.

- What?

- Nothing.

- I'm hungry.

Why don't you go make some supper?

- I'm not hungry, I'm gonna go to bed.

- I said I want some supper.

(scoffs)

- [Rayne] Eat up.

- [Jeremy] What is your problem?

- [Rayne] I don't have a problem.

- Get back here.

Get back here now!

- [Erin] So, what's her problem?

- Oh, I don't know.

But if she has a problem,

then she can come tell me to my face.

I mean, Ryan dumped her anyways.

That's not my fault.

- So are you going to prom with him?

- I don't know.

I mean, I guess, if things work out.

It's not for another month anyway, so.

- What happened?

- What?

- Your face.

What happened?

- Oh, I fell.

- Uh huh.

- So Rayne, Erin tells me you got arrested.

What happened?

- Nothing happened.

I just have to do community service

at this freak show special needs home.

- Rainbow Meadow?

- Yep.

That's the one.

I get to be drooled on by idiots all day.

- My cousin lives at Rainbow Meadow.

- Ooh.

He's cute.

- Who's that?

- That's Scott Owens.

I used to date him.

- You used to date everyone, Samantha.

- He's coming this way.

- [Scott] Is this seat taken?

- [Joyce] No.

- Hey, Sam.

- Oh.

Hi, Scott.

- [Scott] How's it going?

- So I'm so excited for prom, right?

Oh, I have this dress picked out,

it's just gorgeous.

- Hey.

- Hi.

(grunts)

- Hi.

Do you want some help?

- I'm fine.

- I can help.

- I said that I'm.

- You fell.

- Yeah, I see that.

(sighs)

- [Andy] I can help.

- No.

(sighs)

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

- Why are you mean?

- I don't know.

Why are you not mean?

- It's just the way I am.

- Well you see, that's just the way I am.

- I don't like that.

- Well, luckily for me, I don't really care what you like.

Now please stop annoying me.

- Alright class.

Next week's assignment,

a one-page essay on Javert's descent into darkness,

including a breakdown of his thoughts and emotions

leading to his suicide.

I don't want this to look like Dick and Jane.

I expect 12 point, Roman font, at least 500 words.

I want to see into this man's soul.

Seniors, be thinking about your final writing assignment,

what I expect from life, or rather, uh,

What life means to me.

- Where's the lighter fluid?

- Um, I think I put it in the cabinet by the stove.

- Listen, I'm, I'm really sorry about the other night.

- Oh.

You remember that?

- Yeah.

Ever since, uh.

With your momma gone, sometimes I just,

I get confused.

I don't, I don't know who I am.

I lose control.

- Okay.

- You know I would never hurt you.

(gentle piano music)

- Yeah, Dad.

- Burgers will be ready, about 15 minutes.

- Okay.

(gentle piano music)

- [Dr. Kennedy] Have a good night.

- Okay, bye.

What?

- Nothing. - What do you want?

- Nothing.

- Why are you staring at me?

- I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

- I'm just reading my book.

Do you like books?

- No.

- Silly.

Everyone likes books.

Who are you talking to?

- Um, none of your business.

- Is it your boyfriend?

- No.

I mean, maybe.

Kind of.

But, but not yet,

and why am I even discussing this with you?

- Is he the one that hit you?

- What?

- I saw your-your face had a bruise.

- No.

No, that wasn't him, that was.

I mean, I fell.

That's all.

I fell.

- You should be more careful.

- Yeah.

Well, I gotta go.

- What's your name?

- Rayne.

- I'm Andy.

(gentle piano music)

(knocking)

Come in.

- Hi, Andy.

- Hi, Dr. Kennedy.

- Just wanted to check on you.

- I'm fine.

I'm just saying my prayers.

- You ready for the big day?

- Yeah.

- Alright.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- [Andy] Sweet dreams.

- [Andy's Father] Go, Andy, get out!

- [Andy's Mother] Andy, go honey, get out! (coughing)

- [Andy's Father] Andy, go, just go!

- [Andy's Mother] Andy!

(gentle piano music)

- So, uh, how much longer do you have to be there?

- Well, I've put in about 10 hours now, so, a while.

- That stinks.

- Yeah.

So, what's your story?

- Me?

Nothing, really,

I moved here about 3 years ago, I guess, and,

and I'm really not sure what I'm gonna do with myself

after I graduate.

- Oh, that sounds fascinating.

(laughs)

- Oh, you know it.

How bout you?

- Hmm.

I don't have much of a story.

- Oh, come on.

No story?

Nothing exciting?

- No, not really.

- Well.

We're gonna do something about that.

What?

- Nothing.

- Oh, uh, I'm in a band.

So I guess that's something.

- Yeah, that's cool.

- Yeah.

- Where've you played?

- Uh, well, not really anywhere yet.

- Ah. - But we will.

Once we, uh, write some songs.

- You don't have any songs?

- (laughs) Okay.

Like, I play the guitar and my friend plays the drum set

and we jam like, once a month.

I don't know.

- Oh, wow.

You just get more exciting by the second, don't you?

- Um,

sorry, I.

- Don't be.

(gentle piano music)

- Hi, Rayne.

- Hey.

- Andy. - Andy, right.

- The flowers are looking good.

You're doing a good job.

- Thanks.

- My birthday was yesterday.

- Oh?

- Eighteen years old.

- [Rayne] Well, happy birthday.

- Thanks.

Can I help?

- Uh, be my guest.

Just don't mess anything up.

- I won't.

I know what I'm doing.

I'm good with weeds.

Why do you come here?

- Because I have to do community service.

- What's community service?

- Something you have to do sometimes

instead of going to jail.

- Oh.

What'd you do?

- I stole something.

- Like what?

- A necklace.

- Oh.

You shouldn't steal, you know.

That's bad.

- Yeah, I know.

- If you know, why did you do it?

- I don't know.

I guess because I felt like it.

Oh, great.

- Uh, that's a flower.

You're not supposed to pull those up.

- Oh, you don't say?

- He's coming.

Mr. Reeves is coming.

- Oh, shoot. - Quick, quick.

Put it back in.

Back in. - How's it going?

- It's going real good, Mr. Reeves.

How's it going with you?

- You're not bothering Miss Davis, are you?

- No, he's fine.

- Hm, well, then.

Rayne, when you're finished up here, uh,

come see me.

I got a couple things for you to do.

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

- It's good to have a friend.

- I wouldn't really call us friends, Andy.

- I wanna be friends.

- You don't wanna be my friend.

- Why not?

- Because I'm leaving soon.

I won't be here very long.

- That's what everybody says.

Nobody that comes through wants to be friends.

They don't wanna look at you,

or talk to you, or be friends with you because,

'cause you're different.

Because you're,

retarded.

You know what I think?

I think that the people who don't wanna be friends

with people because they're different are the,

retarded people.

- Andy?

(knocking) Andy?

Andy, are you okay?

- Yes, Dr. Kennedy.

- It's a beautiful day, why aren't you outside?

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Wow, this is beautiful.

- Thanks.

- Seems like you put a new one up every day.

- Not every day.

- Can we talk?

- What do you wanna talk about?

- Well,

you know, you're eighteen now.

- Yeah.

- And, well, you can't stay here forever,

- I like it here.

- I know.

And we like you here.

But the reality of it all is that

the state won't let us keep you.

- Darn state.

- Tell me about it.

- Where will I go?

- Well, you don't have to go anywhere right now, but soon,

we'll have to find you a job and a place to stay,

- I won't have to go to another home?

- No, not one like this,

but,

you're smart, Andy.

And you are smart enough

and capable enough to be on your own.

- I've never been on my own before.

- It's a step that we all have to take sometime.

- It's scary.

- Freedom can be scary at first.

But you'll do great.

- You really think so?

- I know so.

Well, I'll leave you alone.

Um, do you need anything?

- No.

- 'Kay.

(light tapping)

- But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

That's all I know.

- Scott, what are you doing here?

- I just wanted to talk, is there a way up there?

- Up here?

- Yeah, like a ladder?

- Um, no, but, just wait one second.

I'll let you in.

Be really quiet, 'cause my dad's asleep.

- Okay.

- Sorry, ignore the mess.

- Think I care if your room is messy or not?

- Well, I don't want you thinking

I'm some kind of troglodyte or something.

- Well, whatever that is,

it's the furthest thing from my mind.

- So,

what did you wanna talk about?

- What're you up to?

Homework?

- Yeah.

- Have you started that paper for English yet?

- No.

Scott, what did you need to talk about?

- Nothing in particular.

- Really now?

- Yeah.

Oh, we got a new singer for our band,

so we can finally start writing some stuff.

- Oh, cool. - Yeah.

- Are you sure that everything's okay?

- Yeah.

Never been better.

- You're just, you're acting really strange.

- I'm fine.

I'm great.

- Get out. - Dad,

- Get outta my house right now.

- Sir, I'm so-- - Right now!

- Dad, please. - Look, I--

- Move.

You stay out of my house.

You stay away from my daughter.

- Sir, I-- - Is that clear?

- Yes, sir. - Get out.

- Scott.

- Get out!

- What is wrong with you?.

- Shut up.

- You never cared about my life before, why do you care now?

- I said shut up, you little slut.

(yelps)

(glass shattering)

(shouting)

Rayne, you open this door! (knocking)

You open this door! (knocking)

Rayne!

You open it right now!

Alright, that's it.

(bells chiming)

Rayne.

Get back here.

- Joyce, can I come over?

- [Joyce] Right now?

- [Rayne Voiceover] Yeah.

What does life mean to me?

What makes you think life means anything to me?

I don't think it's anyone's business how I feel about life,

but since it accounts for 50% of my final grade

I guess I'll suck it up and tell you.

One morning, last February,

my mother got in her little blue station wagon and left

for work at the Murphy, Hamilton & Schulz Law Firm.

About 10 minutes out, some idiot in a pickup truck

ran a stop sign and smashed into her driver's side door.

She was dead before she even knew what happened.

And that's life.

You're born, you live, and then one day you die.

Nothing can be done to change that,

and there's no way of knowing how much longer you have.

You ask me what I expect in life?

I don't expect anything.

Life is random, life is minute, and life is meaningless.

The only thing more pointless than life itself,

is to ever expect anything out of it.

- [Andy's Mother] Andy.

Andy, go honey, go get outside, save yourself.

- [Andy's Father] Andy, get out.

Go Andy.

- [Andy's Father] Andy!

- [Andy's Mother] Go, Andy, get out.

- [Andy's Father] Andy, go, get out!

(coughing)

- [Andy's Mother] Andy, go, just go.

- [Andy's Father] Andy, please, go, Andy!

(panting)

(birds chirping)

- Hi Andy.

Don't talk like that,

Hi, Andy.

- Hi.

- Thanks, Joyce. - See ya.

- Hey, there.

- Hi.

- Mower broke again.

- Great.

- Yep.

If it's not fixed after this,

go around I think I'm gonna get a new one.

Hey, there's a, uh, crescent wrench in the tool shed there,

it's on the back shelf.

You care to get it for me?

- Sure.

Uh, I don't see it.

- It should be there.

- Well, I can't find it.

Why'd you shut it?

- It's gotta be in here somewhere.

- Um, well, what color is it?

- It's red.

- Ugh.

How can you find anything in this dump?

- Yeah, I know.

Just never got around to organizing it.

So, um, you still in school?

- Yep.

I'm a senior.

- What's that make you, uh, eighteen?

- Seventeen.

I jumped ahead. - Ah.

You, um, you got a boyfriend?

- What?

- I mean, I was just wondering if, you know,

you were dating anybody.

- Um, yeah.

I have a boyfriend.

- Oh, good.

I mean, it'd be a real waste if you didn't.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you're just a really pretty young lady.

- Um, thank you.

- I don't mean any harm by it.

It's just, well, it's a fact.

- Can we open the door?

It's really stuffy. - Rayne.

- Mr. Reeves,

- You alright?

- Please let me open the door.

- It's not that stuffy in here.

- Okay, um.

- Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Rayne, listen, shh.

- Okay.

Please let me go.

Okay, let go.

(cries out)

(whimpering)

(shushing)

- Calm down.

You really are very beautiful.

- Okay.

Please stop.

- Come here.

- No, let go.

Let go.

- Let go of her, Mr. Reeves.

- Andy.

- You need to leave right now, Andy.

- No, Mr. Reeves, you stay off of her.

- Shut the door, Andy.

- No.

- Andy.

You need to leave right.

(cries out)

- Come on, Andy.

Let's go.

(panting)

- Are you okay?

(crying)

- Why are you so good to me?

- Everybody should be good to each other.

And boys shouldn't treat girls like that.

- It's okay.

It's not the first time that's happened.

Just the first time anyone's been there to help.

(crying)

I guess I never really had anyone around that cared.

- I care.

- You should tell Dr. Kennedy.

- I can't.

- Why?

- I don't know.

I just can't.

- You should tell someone.

- This has to be our secret, Andy.

- Why?

- My life is enough trouble as it is.

I can't have any more drama.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Thank you.

(gentle piano music)

(thunder booming)

- Who's that?

- My dad.

What are you doing here?

- Well, I came to pick you up.

- I'll walk.

- Honey, no.

There's a storm coming in.

- I don't care.

- Fine.

Rayne.

Just get in.

- I'd rather not.

- Hi, I'm Jeremy.

- 'Kay.

- And your name is?

- Andy Chauser.

- Alright, Andy, can we have a moment?

Can we have a moment?

(thunder booming)

- 'Kay.

- Alone?

- Oh.

- (snickers) You sure know how to pick them.

- I'm not going home, Dad.

- Rayne. - I'm not.

- Honey, I am really sorry,

- I am so sick of your sorrys.

You're not sorry.

- Yes, I am.

- [Rayne] No, you're not.

- Can we just talk about this in the truck?

- I'm not getting in the truck.

- Honey, your boyfriend, he startled me.

I did what any father would do.

Okay, okay, I overreacted,

but it's only because I care about you.

- Well Dad, last time I checked,

people don't hit people that they care about.

- [Jeremy] Look, I just said I'm sorry.

What more do you want?

You want a card and flowers?

- That's, no.

What I want is for you to leave me alone.

- [Jeremy] Get in the truck.

- No.

- Get in the truck right now.

- No.

- Fine.

This is the thanks I get for trying to be a good father.

This is really hard.

And with Abigail gone, it's hard to be both parents.

- You were never even one parent.

- You're on your own.

(door slamming)

- Some days can be hard sometimes.

- [Rayne] You think?

- [Andy] Yeah.

- [Rayne] Yeah.

(thunder booming)

- [Andy] It's going to storm soon.

- [Rayne] I know.

- [Andy] Where will you go?

(thunder booming)

- Okay.

Yeah.

Alright, well, I'll see you in a little bit.

Okay, thanks again, Joyce.

Okay, bye-bye.

She said she'll be here in about twenty minutes.

- Well, this is my room.

- It's nice.

- Yeah.

Oh, that's my favorite book.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

- How come?

- Well, see, there's,

there's all these bad people in the world,

in fact everyone is bad, except for this guy.

Noah.

And,

and God wants to start all over with the world,

so he,

he tells this guy

to build a big boat

called an Ark,

and put a bunch of

animals on it.

And so he does.

And then

a bunch of,

God sends a bunch of rain and water

to cover the world, it's like a whole big,

ocean and stuff.

- And then everybody dies.

- What?

- If they're not on the boat, then they die.

- Yeah.

- That doesn't seem like a very happy story, Andy.

- But we haven't gotten to my favorite part yet.

See, they go around on the boat

for a long time.

And then

the water all dries up,

and then they get out of the boat and look.

See, God sends a big rainbow into the sky.

And,

what the rainbow is,

it's God's promise.

That the flood won't happen again.

That the bad thing won't happen again.

That it'll all be okay.

- So is that why you make all these drawings?

Because of the rainbow in the book?

- No.

- You just like drawing rainbows?

- These are my rainbow.

- Your rainbow?

- This is my family. - Aw.

You were such a cute kid.

And your parents look really nice.

So, where are they?

(thunder booming)

Oh, Andy.

- That was the last picture that we took.

- What happened?

- Our house caught on fire.

It was the big house on Main Street.

There's a gas station there now.

- Yeah, I remember when that happened.

- I was in bed, it was nighttime.

My daddy,

he woke me up and said,

"Get up.

"There's a fire.

"We have to leave."

So I got up.

And we ran outside.

But when we got outside,

my mommy, she wasn't with us.

(thunder booming)

She was still in the house.

And my daddy, he said,

he said to me, he said, "Stay here,

"and he ran back inside."

And so I stayed there.

And I waited, and I waited,

and he wasn't coming back.

And I couldn't wait any longer,

I ran back after him, I couldn't,

I couldn't wait.

The house was

all full of, was all smoke.

And fire.

And I called to them, "Mommy.

"Mommy!"

I couldn't hear anything, the fire was, it was,

it was too loud.

Then I heard my mommy

yelling upstairs.

And I ran upstairs,

and the roof was all,

it was all down.

It was down in the hallway.

And I heard my mommy,

yelling on the other side,

I heard my daddy too, they were both back there

trapped,

And I called to them, I said, "Mommy.

"Daddy!"

And they yelled back at me, "Andy.

"Get out, Andy!"

And I couldn't,

I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't move,

I couldn't help.

And I just stood there, crying and screaming,

and they

were crying and screaming, screaming,

And then they were quiet.

Then someone grabbed me.

That's all I remember.

They said it was a firefighter,

but I like to pretend it was an angel.

And then it started raining.

And I had to go to the police station

because I had no place else to go.

Then it stopped raining, and they let me go outside.

And I sat on a bench outside the police station

and then I saw it.

- Saw what?

- My rainbow.

It was there.

It was like

like God put it there

just for me.

Like it was his way of

like him telling me

It's okay.

That

that bad feeling,

that hurting,

you won't feel that again.

Everything will,

be okay.

Like in the book

with the flood, and the boat.

God will make it okay.

(rain drizzling)

- Hey, Joyce. - Hey.

- Thank you.

For everything.

I'll see you later?

- 'Kay. - Bye.

- [Andy] Bye.

(light rock music)

* True love is hard to find

* But I can't get you off my mind I'm goin' crazy

* And I can't tell why

* Just say you love me or I might die

* Say you love me or I might die.

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

- Whatcha think?

- Sounds good.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Uh, guys, can we take a five-minute break?

- Yeah, sure. - That's fine.

I'm gonna get a beer, you guys want anything?

- Yeah, what have ya got?

- You alright?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

- I'm not going back there.

I'm staying at Joyce's until I can get a place of my own.

- That's good.

- [Rayne] Yeah.

- Did he hurt you?

- I don't.

I don't really wanna talk about that.

- Okay, alright.

Well, what do you wanna talk about?

- Hmm,

prom.

- Prom?

- Yeah, prom.

You wanna go?

- You're, you're asking me if I wanna go to prom?

- Uh, yeah.

- Isn't the guy supposed to do the asking?

- Well, that the tradition set aside

by our annoyingly sexist society, yes.

But considering that it's a week away,

and you haven't even brought it up.

I thought I'd ask.

- Sure.

Yeah.

That'd be great.

- Great.

- [Aaron] Hey Scott, did you want anything?

- [Scott] Nah man, I'm good.

- Alright, well, I'll let you guys get back to it.

- You don't wanna stay around?

- No, I'm actually on my way to work,

so I'll catch up with you later.

- Okay.

Bye, babe.

- Bye.

(phone vibrating)

- [Neil] Man, you about ready?

- Yeah.

- Hi, Rayne.

- Hey, Andy.

- How're you?

- Great.

I'm going to prom next week with Scott.

- Who's Scott?

- My boyfriend.

- Oh.

- Yeah, I'm thinking a black dress, maybe even purple.

But it has to have straps because strapless dresses

make me look like an ironing board.

(laughs) You okay?

- Yeah.

- Well, have you ever been to prom?

- No.

We had a dance once, though.

At my school.

I went with a girl named Susie.

She had

that thing where you, look different.

- You mean Down Syndrome?

- Yeah.

She had that.

She was pretty, though.

And sweet.

She's dead now, though.

- Oh.

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.

They said that people with that

sometimes don't live to be very old.

We didn't dance though.

We just kinda sat there.

The music was too loud, anyway.

- Was she special to you?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, did you like her?

- I didn't know her very well.

- Well, have you ever liked anyone?

(screaming)

- Petey.

Petey, stop.

(screeching)

Petey, stop it.

Stop.

Stop.

(whimpers)

Get the bear.

Bear.

It's okay, Petey.

It's okay.

Okay.

- You could've been hurt, Andy.

- I know.

- Why didn't you ask someone from the staff to help?

- I'm sorry.

- Well, don't be sorry.

You didn't get hurt and Petey didn't get hurt.

How did you know how to do that?

- I've seen people do it before.

When I was a little boy, my daddy,

he had to do it to me sometimes.

What?

- You.

You fascinate me.

I've never had a patient like you before.

You always think of others, and you're selfless.

There's a lot of people out there,

and you're the only one who stopped to help.

I guess I haven't seen many patients

who wanna help other patients.

- I think it's that way with most people.

Not just patients.

- Well, you're right about that.

Oh, I have a job interview for you.

- What's that?

- Okay, well.

You, um, go to a store and the manager talks to you

and decides whether he wants to give you a job or not.

- Oh.

- No.

It's easy.

You'll be great.

It's just stocking shelves and sweeping,

and just let your personality shine through.

It'll be a piece of cake.

Um, and we can, 'till you move out, we can drive you

and pick you up, me, a volunteer, Mr. Reeves, or--

- Dr. Kennedy.

- [Dr. Kennedy] Yeah?

- I need to tell you something.

But you can't tell Rayne I told you.

- Okay.

What is it?

- The other day, she was helping Mr. Reeves down by the--

- Andy?

Carol?

When you have a moment, I need to talk to you.

- Okay.

What were you saying, Andy?

- It's nothing.

- Are you sure?

- [Andy] Yeah.

- Okay.

Hi, Rayne. - Hey.

- Calling it a day?

- Yep.

- So, what did you work today?

About four hours?

- I guess so.

- Okay.

Hm.

- What?

- You're 30 minutes over.

- What do you mean?

- 50 hours and 30 minutes.

Time's up.

Congratulations.

- So.

Um, I'm done.

- With what?

- I'm finished with my community service.

- What does that mean?

- Well, that means that I don't have to work here anymore.

I'm really sorry, Andy.

- Will I ever see you again?

- I'm sure we'll see each other again sometime.

- 'Kay.

- Goodbye, Andy.

- Andy.

Andy!

Dr. Kennedy wants to talk to you.

- Dr. Kennedy?

- [Mr. Reeeves] Andy, listen.

- Mr. Reeves. - Listen.

- Please. - Shut up.

Think you can go around

telling everybody what happened with Rayne?

- I didn't tell anyone. - You were going to.

- [Andy] Ow!

(glass shatters)

- Listen, Andy.

This job is the only thing that I've got.

If you tell anybody, if you tell a soul, I'll kill you.

You understand?

You understand?

- [Andy] Yes.

- Retarded son-of-a.

(grunts)

I'll kill you.

- [Andy] Mr. Reeves, please stop, please.

Please, please.

Mr. Reeves.

(crying)

(gentle piano music)

- So, Andy.

Tell me about yourself.

- Uh,

well,

my name's Andy.

Andy Chauser.

Um,

I like books.

And rainbows.

And books with rainbows, like Noah's Ark.

Have you ever read that book?

- Yes, I have.

- That's my favorite book.

- Do you have any past experience?

- Experience?

- Yeah.

Have you, you know, worked anywhere else before?

- Oh,

no, no.

I haven't.

That's why, that's why I need to work now.

So that I can live by myself

because the state

won't let me live at Rainbow Meadow anymore.

- Alright, well.

The job pays $7.25 cents an hour.

And for right now, it looks like.

You'd be working evenings.

Is that alright?

- Mmhm.

- Yes, sir.

- Alright.

I'll call and let you know by Friday.

- Let me know what?

- If you've got the job.

- Oh.

- Thank you, Mr. Hall.

- No problem.

- Is that it?

- [Dr. Kennedy] Yup.

- Oh.

It was good to meet you

- Yeah, you too.

- I think that went well, don't you?

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- What is it, Andy?

- It's nothing.

- Alright.

- Rayne!

- [Rayne] Hey.

- Ms. Davis?

- What are you doing here?

- I heard that you need a new groundskeeper.

- And then he said, he said, "I'll kill you."

And we started fighting.

And I fought pretty good.

He didn't have much of a chance.

- Oh, I'm sure.

- He's lucky, he's lucky that's when Dr. Kennedy came in.

And she called the policeman and he came and took him away.

- Well.

- It was pretty exciting.

- Were you scared?

- Oh, no.

No.

A little bit.

- (chuckles) I bet.

- Yeah.

Why'd you come back?

- Well.

I think I just really missed the peace and quiet.

- Oh.

(laughs)

Oh.

Oh, you.

(laughs) Silly.

- Hey.

- You need to come see this.

Rayne, do you know where Scott is?

- He's supposed to be helping Mr. Parker.

- Mr. Parker isn't here today.

- What?

- He's sick.

- Rayne.

- Screw you.

- Rayne, wait.

Come on, Rayne, Rayne, stop.

(phone ringing)

- Rainbow Meadow, Dr. Kennedy.

Hi, Mr. Hall.

That's wonderful.

Okay, I'll tell him right away.

Thanks a lot.

Bye.

- I got a job.

Rayne, I got a job.

- What?

- At the hardware store, I got a job.

- That's good.

- I start on Monday.

I'll be sweeping floors, and stocking shelves,

and I'll get $7.25 cents every hour.

- Good for you, Andy.

- Why are you sad?

- Don't worry about it.

It's just, is it too much to ask to want to trust somebody?

To be able to go one full day without someone hurting you.

I mean, is that too much to ask?

- No.

- Yeah, I didn't think so either.

I don't know.

I mean, maybe I deserve it.

I don't know.

(exasperated sigh)

I was so stupid.

I mean, that's all relationships are anymore.

What did I expect?

You meet somebody, you mess around a couple times,

get bored, and then just find somebody else.

I mean, that's all men think about.

Who can I sleep with next?

- Not all men.

- Not you, Andy.

You're a really good guy,

and any girl would be lucky to have you.

Andy?

Do you wanna go to prom?

- What?

- Prom.

You said you never went.

- My school never had one.

- Okay, so, do you wanna go?

- With you?

- Yeah.

You can be my date.

And it'll be really fun.

There'll be music and dancing,

and I just really don't wanna go by myself.

So, will you go with me?

- Yeah.

- No.

- Why?

- I don't think it's a good idea.

- I've been to a dance before, though.

- Well, but not a dance with.

- Normal people?

- No, that's not what I'm saying.

As your doctor, and friend, I

don't think it's a good idea.

I don't like it.

- Why not?

- Well, as your guardian,

I can't condone a romance between a patient and an outsider,

especially if the outsider is someone like Rayne.

- A romance?

- Well, I've seen the way you look at her,

and I know you have feelings for her.

- I would never hurt her.

- I know.

I'm not worried about you hurting her.

I'm worried about her hurting you.

Okay, Andy, listen.

You're 18 years old now,

and you're leaving here soon, and, according to the state,

you are a grown, functional adult.

So, although I would advise against it,

ultimately, it is your choice.

- So, I can go?

- If you must.

- Oh thank you, Dr. Kennedy.

Thank you.

- Oh.

Oh.

- [Andy] Thank you, Dr. Kennedy.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

- [Andy] Thank you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You alright?

- Yeah.

- Morning, girls.

- Morning.

- So, um, you girls ready for prom?

- Just about.

I'm still trying to figure out what hairstyle I-

(coughing)

- Joyce.

101.5.

- [Joyce] Lovely.

- I'm sorry, sweetie.

- Joyce.

What are you doing?

You cannot be sick today.

Nobody's sick for the prom.

- I kinda can't help it.

- (sigh) Well then, what am I gonna do?

You were my ride.

- You can use my car.

It's okay.

It's not like I had a date anyway.

I'll be fine.

- Joyce.

- I'll be fine.

(sighs)

(knocking)

- My, don't you look handsome.

She's downstairs.

- [Rayne] Hey.

- Hey.

- [Rayne] You look very good.

- So do you.

- Well, your tie's a little, here.

Okay, so, are you ready to go?

- [Andy] Yeah.

- [Rayne] Okay.

- Have a good time.

(bass-heavy rock music)

- Andy.

Andy.

Don't you wanna dance?

- It's too loud.

- So, who's that boy you came in with?

Well, is he just going to sit there all night?

Rayne?

What, so now you're just not gonna talk to me

because Scott likes me more than he likes you?

(scoffs) Fine.

So, what?

Is he your boyfriend or something?

(scoffs) He's not one of those

brainless friends of yours, is he?

(shrieks indignantly)

Stop!

Rayne!

Stop!

Stop!

Rayne!

What're you doing?.

(applauding)

- [DJ] Alright, boys and girls.

Here's a slow one for ya,

so grab your sweetheart and get out there.

- Hey, Andy.

This one isn't loud.

- Yeah.

- You wanna dance to this one?

- I-- - Come on.

- I don't know how.

- It's easy, come on.

- 'Kay.

- Okay.

So you're gonna put your hand in my hand,

and then you're gonna put your hand on my waist.

Like this, see?

Okay, then just sway back and forth with the music.

Yeah.

- Like this? - Mmhm.

* God above, show me what this feeling is

* Show me the way

- It's nice. - Yeah.

* When I questioned it God

- Whoops. - Oh.

- Sorry. - Yeah.

* God gave me you

- 'Kay. - Try again.

- [Andy] Yeah.

* One look into your eyes

* And I see that all the world seems to stop magically

* I was lost but now I have been found by you

* Love let me stay

* When I questioned if God

* Was truth

* God gave me you

* God gave me you

(sweeping orchestra music)

* When I questioned if

* God was true

* God gave me you

(applauding)

- Andy.

- That was nice.

- Yeah.

(crying)

- Look what Rayne did.

- I'm so sorry.

- You wanna get out of here?

(loud rock music)

- Yeah. - Okay.

(crickets chirping)

The stars are pretty, aren't they?

- Yeah.

- I just never really noticed them before.

Not in a long time, anyway.

- I like to look at them a lot.

- I guess I just never really thought I had time

to sit and watch them.

I thought it was so, pointless.

I was so focused on racing through life and thrill seeking

that I never took time to appreciate the simple things.

- Dr. Kennedy says that sometimes,

the most simple things are the most beautiful.

- So I've noticed.

- That's not happened to me before.

- Yeah?

Well, what'd you think?

- It was nice.

- Yeah?

- Don't take that off, it's chilly.

- I'll be fine.

- Rayne.

- Andy. - Don't.

- Don't what?

- You don't have to do that.

- No, it's okay, I want to.

- No.

Rayne.

You don't have to do that.

I'm sorry.

- No.

Don't be sorry.

What is it?

Is it me?

Is there something wrong with me?

- No.

- Then what is it?

- It's not right.

- Says who?

What's not right about it?

- I don't think it's something God wants me to do.

- Oh.

Here we go.

So that's why you're such a gentleman?

Because you're afraid of God?

- No.

- You're afraid God's gonna send you to hell

for having a little fun?

Is that it?

- No.

- I don't see how you could believe in God anyway.

- You don't believe in God?

- Why would I?

- How can you not believe in God?

- Well, when you live a life like I have,

it's hard to believe in much of anything.

- My life's been hard, too.

- (sighs) I know.

It's just.

I don't know.

- Just because your life's hard, that doesn't,

you can't hate God for that.

God loves you.

- (laughs) Really?

God loves me?

Is that why he took away my mom

and left me with an abusive father?

- No.

He, God--

- What would you know about God anyway?

- I know you don't have to be smart

to know about God's love.

- I'm sorry, Andy.

I really didn't mean it like that.

- The stars are pretty.

- Yeah.

- They remind me of another story.

You see,

a long time ago,

there was a really big star up in the sky.

And God put it there to show everyone

where baby Jesus was born.

And God, he was Jesus' daddy.

He had Jesus come here,

so he could,

he could die.

- Gee, your stories are always packed full

of warm and fuzzy feelings, aren't they?

- But Jesus didn't stay dead.

He's still alive, and he lives up in heaven.

But the reason that happened,

it happened

because you have to be perfect to go to heaven.

And nobody's perfect.

But God loves everyone so much.

He loves me, and you, and,

and everyone, he loves everyone so much

that he made a way for people to go to heaven.

All you have to do is believe in Jesus,

and let him be your friend.

Because if you're friends with Jesus,

then you're perfect to God.

My mommy and daddy were friends with Jesus.

I miss them sometimes,

but,

I know I'll be with them again someday,

and that makes me feel a little better.

- I had a really nice time tonight.

- Me too.

- So, I'll see you tomorrow?

- 'Kay.

- Goodnight.

- Sweet dreams.

- [Cashier] Alright.

Have a nice day.

- [Customer] You too.

- Hey.

- Oh, sorry.

Did you find everything okay?

- Yeah.

- That'll be $9.90.

Have a nice day.

- Yup.

- Mr. Davis?

- Yeah?

- You need to be a better daddy for Rayne.

- Excuse me?

- She needs you.

- I'm sorry, who are you?

- Andy Chauser.

- Right, well, Andy, your concern is dully noted.

But I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of my business.

- Mr. Davis, I grew up without a mommy or a daddy.

Rayne doesn't have her mommy anymore, but she still has you.

- Listen, I do not--

- Nobody should be without their mommy or daddy.

It's not right.

- Would you just stay out--

- You're her daddy.

That means a lot.

You should be thankful for that.

And show that because you're all she has

and she's all you have.

(tires screeching)

- Rayne, you forgot your lunch.

- I'll get something on the way.

- Don't rush, you'll get there on time.

- I should've already been there.

- Help me get my dad's grill out of the back.

- No, Joyce, it'll be fine.

- Just be careful.

- [Rayne] Okay.

- [Dr. Kennedy] Do you mind if Rayne takes you?

- [Andy] No.

- [Dr. Kennedy] Do you have everything?

- [Andy] Yeah.

- [Dr. Kennedy] Rayne, do you mind taking Andy to work?

- Oh gee, I don't know.

Yeah, that's fine.

- I'll see you later.

- [Dr. Kennedy] Okay, you too.

- [Rayne] Just toss your bag on the seat.

Joyce's grill is in the back.

- [Andy] Okay.

- Mr. Reeves was in the newspaper today.

- What was it about?

- They indicted him.

- What's that?

- They put him in jail.

Ten years.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

So, how's your job going?

Are you liking it?

- Yeah.

- That's good.

- It's hard sometimes.

I have to carry heavy things.

I got a splinter once.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

Your daddy was there yesterday.

At the store.

- Oh really?

- You should talk to him.

I think he knows he hasn't been a good daddy.

- Well, you didn't say anything to him, did you?

Oh great, Andy, what did you say?

- Look out.

- What?

- Look out.

(gasps)

(tires screeching)

Rayne!

Wake up!

Wake up, Rayne!

Wake up, Rayne!

(cries out)

Wake up.

(cries out)

I'll get you out.

- Andy.

Andy.

- [Andy] Climb out the window.

- I can't, my foot is stuck.

- I'll get you out.

'Kay.

- Andy, the grill.

- I'll get you out.

- Andy.

It's a gas grill.

It's gonna blow.

Run.

Just go away, run.

Run.

- [Andy's Mother] Andy!

- Mommy?.

- Andy, no.

No, Andy.

Go.

No.

My leg.

(exploding)

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Andy?

Andy.

(screams)

Oh my.

(crying)

Okay, okay.

Call 911.

(crying)

Oh Andy!

(siren blaring)

- Squad three en route with a critically injured patient.

Patient involved in a vehicle explosion,

has a piece of metal impaled in his side.

- Andy.

- [EMT] Blood pressure?

- Andy, look at me.

- Hi, Rayne. - Hi.

Stay with me, okay?

- Rayne.

- Stay with me, it'll be okay.

We'll be to the hospital soon,

and they'll help you and it'll be okay.

Everything will be okay.

- Everything will be okay. - Blood pressure's dropping.

- Yes, Andy.

- I'm going home.

- What?

No, no.

Okay?

You need to stay with me.

I need you.

- I'll be waiting for you.

- No, you're all I have.

You can't go, are you listening to me?

I love you.

- I'm sure we'll see each other again someday.

Give your daddy another chance.

- Andy.

- Give God another chance.

- [EMT] Oh, where's the bag valve?

We need to bag him.

- You can still be happy.

- [EMT] Hospital's in sight.

- I love you, Rayne.

- I love you.

(defibrillator tone blaring) - We're losing him.

We're losing him. - Andy?

- Ventilate him. - Andy.

What's happening?

(crying)

No, Andy, no!

No, no, please, no!

- [EMT} We gotta get him in.

- Andy.

(grand symphonic music)

(crying)

No.

No.

No.

(somber symphonic music)

Most of you probably know me by now, but if not, um.

I'm Rayne Davis, I'm a high school graduate,

and I'm the new groundskeeper at Rainbow Meadow.

I only knew Andy for a little over a month,

so I don't think I'm the most qualified person to get to

talk about him today, but I'm grateful to Dr. Kennedy

for allowing me to do so anyway.

My English assignment this year

was to write a paper about, uh, what life means to us.

And, um, if you all don't mind,

I would like to share that with you today.

What Life Means to Me.

Two years ago, I lost my mother in a drunk driving accident.

And ever since,

life seemed to be in a continuous downhill spiral.

I wasn't just unhappy.

I had lost my will to be happy.

I'd forgotten how to feel anything but hopelessness.

I hated God,

my friends,

my father,

and my life.

Then I met someone.

Someone who changed everything.

His name is Andy,

and if you met him today,

you would probably dismiss him as an awkward,

goofy young man with a simple mind.

Maybe not.

I certainly did.

But as time went by,

and you came to realize the man that he truly was,

the spirit that he truly had,

you just might've fallen in love with him.

Maybe not.

But I certainly did.

In the few short weeks I've known him,

he's shown me what life really is.

Life is a gift.

Life is special, and life is beautiful.

And life is what we make of it.

He taught me that no matter what happens,

even when it seems like the world is crumbling around you,

if you have faith, open your heart to God,

in the end, everything will be okay.

Life will go on, the sun will rise on a new day,

and the rainbow will come after the storm.

No matter what happens.

God will make it okay.

(soft instrumental music)

* I

* Can't choose how I

* Fall in love

* When

* Or where I'll be swept off

* My feet

* God above

* Show me what this feeling is

* Show me the way

* When I questioned if God

* Was true

* God gave me you

* One

* Look into your eyes

* And I see

* That all

* The world seems to stop magically

* I was lost but now I have been found by you

* Love let me stay

* When I questioned if God

* Was true

* God gave me you

* God

* Gave

* Me

* You

* When

* I questioned if God was true

* God gave me you